The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

After the Luoshui guardian formation collapsed, there was no accident in Luoshui's destruction. Hundreds of thousands of beast cores exploded together, and the effect was beyond Xia Tuo's estimation.

As the elders and deacons of the Luoshui tribe were beheaded, there was not much resistance in the mountains where the Luoshui tribe’s land fell. Looking at the ruins all over the ground, Xia Tuo fell on a fairly intact hill and looked around.

The ruins and mountains with a radius of thousands of miles seemed a little quiet, the flames pierced through, the smoke billowed, everything was smoothed by the explosion in the trance.

At this moment, the surrounding elders did not dare to come forward to disturb them, and began to command the clan soldiers to seize the resources in the Luoshui Mountains, exploding and ruining the Luoshui large formation, and also flooding many things in Luoshuibo's department.

Not long after, Lao Yuan appeared.

"All right?"

"It's just a little Jiao."

Lao Yuan said nonchalantly, and Xia Tuo gently shook his head, so Lao Yuan dared to kill a fierce domain beast so lightly.

"Elder Hong, let all the clan soldiers converge resources and gather the remaining clan members of Luoshui together."

After condensing his mind, Xia Tuo began to give orders, and Luoshui's demise was not unexpected. After all, he had made so many preparations in advance, and he also looked at the right time and place.

It didn't take long for Luo Shuibo's treasury to come out, and the cave under the mountain was full of various resources, and some tribesmen began to prepare for packing and carrying.

Xia Tuo found the broken Luoshui Totem Stele, a statue of a golden cyan light dragon. At this moment, the dragon was cracked, and the fine cracks covered the gaps of every scale. The remaining aura was hidden deep in the totem stele.

This totem god pillar has stored the Luoshui Purple Qi essence for thousands of years. If you don't bring it back to the tribe as soon as you lie down, it will quickly dissipate in the world, and the totem spirit in the god pillar will fall into silence.

"Patriarch, there are warriors from all surrounding ministries coming to peek around."

Elder Deer hurriedly walked from outside and said to Xia Tuo.

"Let them watch."

Xia Tuo put away the Totem God Tablet, waved his hand, and said indifferently.

"Stand up the tribe and tell everyone that this area belongs to me from today."

"Yes!"

"Give Elder Hong an order to sort out the confiscated resources as soon as possible, especially the family records and classics passed down in Luoshui over the years. This is the most important thing."

"Yes."

The 30,000 soldiers in the Luoshui area are like ants moving, gradually converging things.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. However, a patriarch that has passed down the ages has accumulated too many things, and the mountains and wilds have turned into ruins, so they need to find out again.

In order to ensure stability, Xia Tuo personally sits here.

...

Luoshui collapsed and everyone was shocked!

The news began to spread in all directions, and there were 57 high-class tribes in the former tribe area of ​​Luoshui, south of the bones, and these high-class tribes were distributed on the vast land with a radius of 100,000 miles. far.

However, the news of the demise of the supreme master of the Shangbang quickly spread all over the place, and all the tribes sent strong members of the clan to gather towards Luoshui, wanting to see what happened, but what they saw was only a ruin.

...

Xia Tuo knew about the turmoil in the outside world, but he encountered a big problem, a reprimand from Tianhou Mountain.

It turned out that what happened on the Jiulong Jubei Mountain in the Saint King Mountain Range was more serious than he had imagined. Ten powerful supernatural powers in the northwestern land were trapped in it, and the giant monument flew away and disappeared.

In addition to the ten supernatural powers, there are hundreds of supernatural powers in the Tibetan realm. It turns out that the entire Northwest Dadi is only 19, which is equivalent to hitting ten supers and dozens of high-grade tribes. .

At this time, he wiped out Luoshui again and placed it in the old tribe to replace it. After all, this corner of the northwest has wiped out Linghe and Kuilei in the past few decades, and one more Luoshui is nothing.

But at this time Shenhou was in a bad mood, Daxia destroyed Luoshui and added a blockage to Shenhou, so Xia Tuo was honored to remember.

Because of Daxia's actions, the nineteen uncles of the Northwest Dadi became eighteen again.

...

Eternal Mountain Range, Daxia Clan Hall.

In the hall, Xia Tuo's aura receded, and in front of him was a war envoy from Tianhou Mountain. Shenhou is now the second-ranked disciple of the three disciples, Hong Feng, a strong man in the supernatural power realm.

Whether it was his own strength or the old god behind him, he had to wait obediently.

Fortunately, this time the third disciple of the Shen Hou Xiong Yun did not come, and the temper in front of him was also considered mild, and there was a transcendental attitude between his words and unwilling to be nosy.

"Clan Lord Xia, this time the Northwest is suffering from such a crisis, Master and his elders are furious. You have to take care of yourself."

"Yes Yes."

Hong Feng looked at Xia Tuo's answer and nodded slightly. He didn't care about going down the mountain to search for the land. He just walked under the command of his teacher. Whether it was the destroyed Luoshui or the Daxia in front of him, he was watching In my eyes, there is not much thought.

The matter has become a foregone conclusion. If he could come to the north a few days earlier, he would prevent Daxia from doing it. Unfortunately, Luoshui didn't have that luck. This was fate.

It’s impossible to convict Daxiabu, not to mention that Tianhou Mountain has always been indifferent to the replacement of northwest tribes. Now Daxiabu is the only one that can take a shot in the north, and it is convicted by Daxiabu. Who will guard the region?

Seeing the warlord Hong Feng stepping out and disappearing on the top of the sky in the next moment, Xia Tuo could not help but let out a long sigh of relief, sitting on the stone chair.

Not long after Luoshui was destroyed, the door was blocked before the meat was digested, which was really uncomfortable.

"Patriarch."

As the war envoy left, the Xia tribe elders walked into the hall one by one, looking at Xia Tuo.

"The elder Feng summoned the tribe to depict the beast core seized from the Luoshui Mansion Reservoir, and depict the witch pattern."

After condensing his mind, Xia Tuo called out.

"Elder Yin Hong, the remains of the Hundred Waters and Thousand Mountains Formation in Luoshui have gone back to see if they can be repaired."

After arranging the family affairs, Xia Tuo headed towards Tianlu Cave and gave the totem divine stele he obtained from Luoshui to Wuwu. The Totem Spirit, which has been passed down for thousands of years, has accumulated a huge fortune. For Wuwu, it is the nourishment for growth.

In the cave sky, the dragon carving totem god pattern is overflowing with blue and purple divine light, and it is floating. A hornless flood dragon is surrounded by a radiant glow, surrounded by a divine glow, and there are constantly high-pitched dragons.

Such a scene has been hesitating for a month. Luoshui is the nobleman of Liebo, and Luoshui totem spirit is naturally the nobleman. If it is not the innate divine lord, he really can't swallow it.

Entering the cave, Xia Tuo felt the blood in his body boiling, and the sound of dragons roared, impacting the spiritual world.

The hornless dragon has a flying beard, but it's only ten feet in size, and its whole body is gilded and purple. It constantly stirs the vast purple energy to break free. However, a little purple light levitates above its head, as if a god is coming, suppressing it, no matter how overwhelming it, It's hard to break free.

During each breath, a ray of purple air was drawn away from Jiao’s body and submerged in the purple dots above. At this moment, the woooo was surrounded by purple light and turned into a large purple cocoon.

As the extracted purple gas became more and more intense, the large purple cocoon became more and more radiant. In the twinkling of light, a figure of a human face and a bird body was vaguely seen.

Xia Tuo could clearly see that the big cocoon made by Wuwu was connected to the big pillar of clan movement above Tianlu Mountain. In the past month, the tribe’s purple energy pillar has increased by nearly one-third, and there is already Seventy feet thick, like a pillar of heaven, shining with purple light.

It is estimated that after Wuwu completes the refining of the Luoshui Flood Dragon and integrates the purple energy into the Daxia Clan Fortune, the tribe's clan fortune pillar will reach a thickness of one hundred meters, and truly stand like a mountain.

In the past month, the spirit of the Daxia people has become more and more vigorous, and all the people know that their tribe has destroyed an uncle.

Today, they are no longer blocked from the news. Every member of the tribe knows what level the Bo Tribe is, and they know the entire northwestern land. The most powerful tribe of the Human Tribe is the Tribe.

Daxia destroyed an uncle, and their tribe destroyed an uncle. What a mighty power it was. Thinking about it, it makes people feel surging, and they feel like their blood is boiling.

Especially the totem warriors in the clan, they all feel hot in their bodies, as if blood is burning, and there is a feeling of jumping up between walking.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xia Tuo's spiritual world was touched, and he and the purple qi in front of him became one in a daze. The purple qi intertwined through his body and began to derive in the spiritual world.

The next moment, he flew away from the cave world, fell into the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and became one body with the tribe's luck pillar, purple light shining brightly and mysteriously.

Ziqi clan luck is a Taoist rhyme born from the Yankang era. It has gone through the slave tribe system of the three eras of the human race, and it has long been in harmony with the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, Xia Tuo's mind was drawn by the Daxia Clan's luck, and the purple qi surrounding him surrounded his body, and began to seep into the body of the limbs, and the spiritual world was even more submerged by purple light.

In a moment, he seemed to have lost all his induction, and all his spiritual will sank into chaos.

...

The Daxia tribe was immersed in the joy of skyrocketing clan power, but the entire border of the northwestern land was in panic. All of a sudden ten supernatural powers disappeared, and hundreds of strangers in the divine Tibetan realm were almost equal to all of a sudden. Almost half of the power in the northwest has been chopped off.

Fortunes change, one goes down, the fortune of the human race falls, and the fortune of the natural demon gains momentum. In just one month, nearly a hundred middle and upper tribes in the northwestern mountains and plains were attacked by demon.

However, the master disappeared, and there was no strong person who suppressed a place. The vassal tribes under the command naturally lacked protection. For a time, the northwestern land was surging and chaos was born.

Even if Tianhou Mountain has come down with a lot of strong people, walking around the earth, but the northwest region is vast, and the strong people who have come out of Tianhou Mountain alone cannot take care of everything.

Tianhou Mountain.

The old god Hou's eyes searched for the void, a pair of eyes seemed to see through the void, and the void on Tianhou Mountain shattered and turned into pieces of illusory space.

Hum!

At the same time, a demon aura came from the Fractured Void, the demon aura was as fierce as a demon, and there was a sky trembling in a trance. The demon country belonging to the black wind demon was filled with mist, like the underworld in the depths of the earth. Exuding coldness and silence.

"Old Tianshan, how long can you support?"

A cold voice came from the demon kingdom, a nine-headed phoenix in the gray mist, the martial artist could travel in the long river of space, not to mention the magical power state. It also requires a higher level of development.

"you guess."

Shen Hou Qingyin, his expression was indifferent.

"When you are buried in the loess, I will give you incense."

After speaking, the demon shadow retreated, passing through the layers of space faults, and wisps of demon energy also sank into the depths of the space.

"Shan Jiuren fell short."

The old god Hou allowed the demon shadow to retreat, looking at the gradually healed river of space, a sad expression appeared.

Originally, he had already united with Linghu Shuijun and Yinglu Clan Lord, and saw that the forces of the Frontier Demon Race were constantly being transferred back to the Demon Territory to see if he could gather forces to counterattack the Demon Race, but he didn't expect a big problem here.

The Yaozu’s lifespan is longer than that of the Humans, and he has already entered the twilight years, but Tianhou Mountain has no successors. This is the thing that worries him the most.

Once he sat down, Tianhou Mountain would inevitably be taken away by the demon clan, and the border shortage situation would deteriorate further. Over the years, he, Linghu and Yingzou had antagonized each other, and only supported the border shortage situation.

Without him, Linghu and Yinglu would definitely be enemies.

For a time, the old god Hou can be said to have mixed feelings. He has been in Tianhou Mountain for 3,600 years. The previous generation of old god Hou Qin ordered him to be the god of Tianhou Mountain.

After his death, who can succeed the Northwest Guardian?

"Master, the disciple is incompetent."

Xun Fenghou, who stepped into the cave mansion, knelt down, showing shame.

He is a sacred realm with supernatural powers, but if there is no great good fortune in this life, there is no hope to create a place. The previous good fortune in the holy king mountain, if he was appointed by the master to sit elsewhere, he would have gone there in person, but he did not expect it. Robbery.

For the Northwest Land, Pidijing is not only a martial art realm, but also carries the hope of the Northwest Land.

"Master, there are also strong demon masters in the Nine Phoenix Demon Kingdom who have fallen into it, and their lives are not much better."

Taking a look at the disciple in front of him, the old Shenhou didn't say anything. If it wasn't for Yaohou's subordinates to have a strong man trapped this time, I am afraid that the Northwestern Land would not be a small turmoil, but a real melee.

"Next, I will retreat. You will sit in Tianhou Mountain and comfort the disciples in the mountain."

"Yes."

Xun Fenghou bowed respectfully and left the cave.

Seeing the disciple leave, the old god Hou stretched his expression, a mysterious yellow light flashed on his body, and an imaginary figure walked out of his body, and after three steps, it had turned into an entity, and it looked like flesh and blood.

Then it turned into a streamer and quietly disappeared in Tianhou Mountain.

...

Daxiabe.

Clan luck rose, purple energy rose like fire, and it rose more and more flaming, especially around Tianlu Mountain, it condensed into auspicious glow, and the phantom shadows of giant dragons and divine phoenixes floated in strands of purple energy.

On the top of the Tianlu Mountain, the pillar of purple gas traverses the sky, and the purple gas turns into a dragon, as if worshipping the sky.

Boom!

These days, there has been a constant roar in the mountains, and the purple air is like rain falling down the mountain stream. The people of the Xia tribe feel very warm, as if they are walking through the quiet river, and they feel that the spiritual aura they absorb during the practice is also much smoother.

In the depths of the purple qi pillar, Xia Tuo was submerged in the pure purple qi, and his spirit was clear. There was a voice in his ears. The seventy-two divine reservoirs in his body set off a big wave, and a series of splashes swept and turned into The blue dragon passed through the sky veins, pouring the flesh and blood of the whole body, and then exploded.

At this moment, his water way reached the state of perfection in one fell swoop.

This is not over yet, the sword chanting in the body is dull, and the mountain river sword floats with a dark yellow shadow, like a giant dragon head, roaring up to the sky, a dark yellow divine light explodes in the body, turning into a little rain, and the road of the earth also completes.

The fighting spirit was gurgling, the Taoist rhyme and the fighting spirit merged, and there was a transformation. The totem of the Taoist rhyme was faintly visible. After another five days, Xia Tuo's body outlined a purple electric thunder dragon, roaring up to the sky, The whole body seemed to be caught in the thunder net, and Lei Dao also completed it.

Dzogchen realm of water, earth, thunder, three kinds of Taoist rhymes are integrated, and the Zhanqi blending and watering the flesh and blood of the whole body, he tried to start to evoke the transformation of the vigorous Taoist rhyme.

Under the scouring of the three Taoist rhymes, the vitality in the body became more and more flaming, the blood flowing in the blood vessels turned pale gold, and each drop was as thick as a crystal of blood, full of vitality.

Dao Yun's fighting spirit continued to wash through the flesh and blood over and over again, letting vitality gather, just as time passed day by day, on this day, a faint Dao tone sounded from the big pillar of purple energy.

Xia Tuo, sitting cross-legged in the pillars of purple energy, lit up with a bright blue light, covering the burning purple energy for a while, and the spiritual world was also filled with blue light.

A blazing vitality burst from the depths of the blood, and a primitive Taoist talisman exuding a hazy blue light was conceived in the blood drop. This Taoist talisman seemed to contain a thousand vitality, resonating with its own flesh and blood, and fitting with oneself.

The birth of this rune instantly swept through the three mysteries of water, earth, and thunder that melted in the body, and in the blink of an eye, three Taoist charms were formed.

Hum!

After a while, Xia Tuo's spiritual world seemed to have a bright sky, illuminating the hazy mist, and a figure of a double dragon stepping on the back of the dragon appeared. At this moment, the figure stepping on the double dragon's back and wings can be vaguely seen, and the facial features are similar to him.

boom!

In an instant, a life rune was drawn at the center of the figure's eyebrows, motivating the other three runes to blend into it and turn it into an auxiliary. The evolution of the spiritual world also manifested outside the body, and a prototype of supernatural powers emerged from behind him.

Xia Tuo is trying to change. The practice of body training passed down through eight generations of Jumang gave birth to the Taoist rhyme of life, but now he wants to go out of his own way of martial arts, which requires a long process.

The eyes opened and closed, there was a burst of brilliance, and the heart trembled for a long time before it settled. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind. The outline of the magical power was successfully outlined. It does not mean that he is now in the magical power state.

His path to supernatural powers has been opened up, and the next step is water milling, to completely consolidate the rudimentary supernatural powers, and wait for the moment when the time comes.

After being promoted to the supernatural power realm, the battle spirit has also been transformed, which is one of the reasons why the supernatural power realm far exceeds the stalwart of the divine hidden realm.

After calming down, Xia Tuo began to nurture the prototype of supernatural powers with his own fighting spirit.

While he was transformed by the baptism of his clan luck, the Wuwu in the Tianlu Cave was also undergoing transformation. The purple gas ignited a flame, wrapped the cocoon in it, and saw a figure with feathers growing.

And in the purple ocean hundreds of miles above Tianlu Mountain, the twin-winged feathers are thousands of feet in size. They sink and float in the purple ocean, with their eyes closed. Every time you breathe and vomit, it arouses the purple gas like a river swept across. .

He sits cross-legged in the purple ocean like a human, swaying the floating purple qi in the entire Eternal Mountain Range. With every breath, he sweeps the heavens and the earth, and the purple gas melts into bits and pieces, and is invisibly submerged in the Daxia clan. The body of the people.

Click!

Within the Tianlu Cave, the purple light cocoon split open, and Wu Wu drilled out. At this moment, his appearance has changed drastically, just like the figure in the purple sea on the Tianlu Mountain.

From a small loach to what it is now, Woo has completed the first transformation, the transformation from infancy to growth.

call out!

Wuwu, who had drilled out of the cocoon, opened his mouth and swallowed the surrounding purple fire in one mouthful. At this moment, there was no trace of the Luoshui Flood Dragon Totem in the cave, and even the totem god monument was turned into ashes.

Then Wuwu turned into a stream of light, rushing into the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and merged with a thousand-meter-sized ghost.

"what."

I looked around, waved my hand to control the vast purple air and two thousand miles of purple air. He saw a black cloud in the purple air, and there was a dragon roaring and roaring in the dark cloud, swallowing and breathing purple air.

But compared to Baili's purple air, this group of black clouds was really too much to get on the table. He was shot in his hand while waving, and swallowed with his mouth wide open.

"The tribe is annihilated, the dust returns to the dust, the dirt returns to the earth."

He chewed twice and swallowed it into his body. The next moment this black cloud emerged from the purple ocean.

Suddenly, he was in trouble, and this sea of ​​black clouds fell upon him.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month later, an old man with white hair appeared outside the Wangu Mountain Range, squinting his eyes towards the purple qi lingering in the mountain.

Ordinary people can’t see the purple qi lingering over the Eternal Mountain Range, but in the eyes of the old god, there is nothing to hide. He saw the purple qi that swept the mountains and forests converge into a cyclone, a little bit of sparks ignited and collided with each other. A group of purple flames will ignite below.

Under the will of his primordial spirit, the purple air above the Eternal Mountain Range was like a raging fire, and a bit of a violent crack swept all around, covering the fields and filling all directions.

It took him half a year to walk through the Northwest Eighteen Boss, and dozens of high-class tribes, and it was the first time he saw the purple atmosphere in front of him.

In his eyes, the purple energy is like a magnificent eternal mountain, undulating and long, and then he stepped toward the depths of the mountain. For some reason, the Daxia people in the mountains did not notice him. The presence.

The old Shenhou got on a big ship returning from the north and went north along the inland river. He saw the purple gas swirling in the mountains and fields bursting into flames, just like a lantern, heading toward the Qiyun in the center of the clan. , Turned into a purple sky fire, reflecting the sky and the earth.

In contrast, a strand of black resentment in the ocean is nothing at all.

The people of Daxia are in the purple qi, and their hearts are fierce like fire, a kind of pride breeds in the body, and their faces are red and their spirits are full.

The old god Hou's eyes are like torches, and his cave is like watching a fire. His figure is like a ghost wandering in a mountain stream and appears under a mountain. This area is connected by mountains and rivers and is full of spirit. There is a large group of Daxia people living here, about three to four thousand people.

Outside the settlement, there are five or six little dolls, most of whom are five or six years old, wearing animal skin coats, sturdy like a tiger, not naughty.

A little baby ran towards the river, suddenly felt like he had hit a stone, and squatted on the ground. He looked up and saw a kind old man looking at him.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes with his little hands. There was no one just now.

"Hey, grandpa, are you here to pick me up to the palace?"

The little guy's eyes rolled around, after thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said.

The most common words heard by the children of the tribe every day is that their parents want them to be sent to the academy to be disciplined by two grandpas with white beards.

Seeing the old god in front of him, Mu Wa asked without thinking.

At this moment, several other little dolls also gathered around, looking at the old god with curiosity.

"Are you Grandpa Feng or Grandpa Bai? I have already remembered thirty witch patterns."

"I will have fifty."

"I know that the Wild Nine Realms have the Great Yin Realm, Zhu Rongyu, and Dijiang Realm..."

Several dolls screamed eagerly, and a little girl was squeezed behind, her big eyes twinkling and she was about to cry.

"I, I, I...I know a hundred witch patterns, and I also know how to describe the simplest three-talent talisman of the fire witch pattern. I want to be a shaman like the high priest."

The old Shenhou didn't care, and then squatted on the ground, greeted a few small children to do it, and asked aloud: "What else do you know?"

Hearing that, several little dolls rushed to speak out, trying to show everything they knew.

The old Shen Hou nodded as he listened. He could see that the few dolls in front of him also had a little girl’s talent for witch training. The other children’s talents for cultivating martial arts could only be regarded as ordinary, but the little doll knew a lot. The baby knows the witch pattern more or less.

"Grandpa, I'm still~~"

"Huh, where is Grandpa?"

"Woo~~ why is it missing?"

At this time, Muwa looked up and suddenly found that the grandfather had disappeared. Several of the dolls were surprised. At this moment, there was a sound not far away, and several Daxia people passed by.

After a short while, the old god Hou appeared in the gathering place of other clansmen of the Xia tribe, and also greeted a few little babies. After a long time, he passed through several gathering places and finally believed the facts before him.

He has long proved the truth and can perceive the changes of Qi Luck, and he can see into some subtle things. Many things on the wild land, no matter how big or small, are involved in Qi Luck. The scenes Oxiabu saw seem to be nothing, but Together, they are forging the foundation of the tribe.

The experience of the Xia tribe made him very interested.

Just ask which tribe, the most common people in the clan know some witch patterns and the witch characters.

I would like to ask which tribe began to teach the knowledge of the wild land from the doll. This is not one or two, but the whole tribe is unified. It is the clan policy of the tribe.

Just ask which tribe has thousands of witches, even if more than 90% of them are witches, it means that the inheritance of witchcraft is no longer private.

Ignorance is not terrible, but what is terrible is sinking into ignorance.

Daxiabe made a big difference to the old god. He had a different color in his eyes, and he became more and more interested in the Daxiabe that had only risen for decades.

He wants to meet the man in charge of Daxia.

ps Let’s talk about it, take a leave, tomorrow’s update will be in the evening, some relatives came to the house today, and I can’t concentrate on the codewords. I have to go to grandma’s house tomorrow and update the codewords at night.