The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

On the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes wandering in the void, looking at the totem god-shaped figure sitting in the purple ocean, waving his hands and feet, there was an invisible general trend walking outside him.

hiss!

At the bottom of Tianlu Mountain, Yin Hong, who came out of the formation hall, inadvertently looked towards the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and couldn't help taking a breath.

He closed his eyes slightly, and after a few breaths, when he opened it, his head shook slightly. He could see, couldn't feel it, or perceive it. He could no longer use common sense to evaluate the existence that stood on the top of the tribe.

Soon, around Tianlu Mountain, many tribesmen raised their heads one after another. After seeing the figure standing on the top of the mountain, everyone couldn't get their own eyes. The mind was moved, and the patriarch was still familiar. The patriarch, but it feels very different.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and I can clearly feel it, but I can't describe it when I say it.

"Meet the patriarch!"

For a while, there were sounds in the mountains, all of a sudden, one after another, and after a few breaths, it turned into a tsunami-like shout.

After a while, the purple gas floating in the Eternal Mountain Range was burst with a little purple light, and the purple flame swept across the mountains and covered the surrounding areas.

The purple flame spread around, igniting the blazing scorching heat in the hearts of every tribe. The pride of the Daxia tribe arose at this moment, a kind of flesh and blood scorching deep in the flesh and blood.

There were waves of howls in Xia Tuo's ears, wave after wave like ocean waves, and the turbulent waves hit the shore. There was also a fire in his chest, and his blood boiled.

Qi luck is like a cluster, and people's hearts gather together.

In the dark, he felt a kind of comprehension that Daxia's clan fortune had affected every clan in the Eternal Mountain Range, and perhaps they were separated from each other in the past.

But after decades of gradual absorption and blending in Daxia, the barrier was burned to ashes under the fire of luck at this moment. At this moment, everyone has a voice in their hearts.

Daxia people!

For this day, he had been preparing for this day decades ago. After 30 to 40 years, it was finally a matter of course. By destroying Luoshui's tribal movement, he bound the hearts of the people together.

From now on, in the Wangu Mountains, there is no distinction between north and south, no matter the old and the young, no matter which scattered part they once came from, they now belong to the people of Daxia.

On this day, the great summer tribe of Wangu Mountain, the people of the tribe will gather together!

The purple fire of clan luck is illusory and intangible. It connects every clan from the elderly to the ignorant baby. They are all connected by the purple air. The clan’s luck gathers together and the people’s hearts are united. This is the solid foundation of the tribe.

All of these fortunes converged on Xia Tuo's body. He stood upright on Tianlu Mountain, with a large purple pillar behind him, which went straight into the nine days.

"It's just that."

Xia Tuo's expression remained the same, his eyes were burning, his mental thoughts felt like a fire, and he realized that Daxia's clan luck was only one step away, and he would enter the rank of the uncle.

At this moment, his eyes were dim, and at the end of the mountain range within reach, a white-haired old man was looking at him.

Who!

At this moment, his spirit is slightly condensed. At this moment, he is in harmony with the family fortune, and the momentum of the family fortune is enough to make him not lose his prestige in front of the strong in the supernatural power realm, but the old man in the distance gave him a kind of soul. The coercion.

"The monsters are torturous, arbitrarily mobilize troops, and slaughter the same clan, you can be convicted."

For a moment, ripples appeared in Xia Tuo's spiritual world, and the sound seemed to germinate directly from the spiritual world, with a deafening touch.

After sixteen characters, he felt a bitter pressure.

Enduring the coercion, Xia Tuo looked at the white-haired old man and said solemnly: "If you don't advance against the current, you will retreat, and you will die if you retreat."

In an instant, the old man's eyes became bitter, Xia Tuo felt that the whole world was shaking, in his eyes, in his mental perception, everything was shaking, he was like a grain of dust, unable to grasp the slightest reliance .

"The big demon reappears, what do you want to do?"

Being watched by the old man, Xia Tuo's mind was in the midst of waves. At this moment, he had some guesses about the old man in the distance, but he couldn't make a assertion for a while.

After all, it is clear how many catties I have. Daxia has not yet been in the ranks of the ranks, and has not truly integrated into the ranks of the northwest.

"The inferior is the only one who is good at it, and the high is to benefit the world."

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said in a deep voice, he is only Daxia's clan leader, and he does not have the qualifications to save any world. Of course, the most important thing is his lack of strength, and he is most afraid of death.

"The inferior is the only one who is good at it, and the high is to benefit the world."

The corners of the old God Hou's mouth moved slightly, thinking of these words, his muddy eyes lightened up, and for a while, he felt a lot of emotion.

When he was a teenager, he worshipped Tianhou Mountain and stood out from many named disciples step by step. At first, he just wanted to become a strong man in the Divine Hidden Realm, and later he wanted to become a strong man in the Divine Passage realm.

Even in the first years of the supernatural power realm, he had never thought of becoming a landlord, the guardian of the northwestern wilderness.

It wasn't until that day that the previous gods told him that he hoped that he would succeed the gods. From that time on, he gradually changed from a practitioner to a guardian.

In a word, he tasted too many flavors. For example, the young man in front of him is not the kind of person who can inspire enthusiasm with a single sentence.

The old god who was immersed in these words contemplated a stick of incense for a long time, and when he came back to his senses again, his eyes were shining brightly.

Xia Tuo didn't expect that a word of himself would make the mysterious person in front of him fall into contemplation. In these days when the race was gathering, his original mind was gathering again. The two problems of the old man highlighted a very important issue.

That is the demon robbery.

But he is not a saint, his own strength is limited, it is impossible to take care of the four directions at the moment, and he does not have this ability, even if he has the ability, he will only selectively help from closeness and closeness, unless he has the great power that can change the world.

After pondering for a moment, seeing the old man waking up from the silence, he said aloud: "Can you tell me the identity of the junior?"

"The old man has been in Tianhou Mountain for three thousand six hundred years, and the people of the borderlands respect me as a god."

really!

Taking a deep breath, Xia Tuo clasped his fists and bowed.

"Xia Tuo, chief of the Daxia clan, pay homage to the gods."

In this ceremony, he worshipped the gods to maintain the stability of the Northwest human race, and worshiped willingly.

Once he knew that there was still a demon realm in the frontier human realm, he also had disdain and dissatisfaction with the high-level humans of the human race, but with the passage of time, he only knew the truth hidden deep on the surface.

Perhaps the gods of the border wasteland are treating the symptoms but not the root cause, deliberately indulging the demon race, but if there is no god, I am afraid that border desolation has long been reduced to a racetrack of the demon race.

The old god Hou made waves and waved his hand to signal Xia Tuo to come.

Xia Tuo did not hesitate, stepped forward, and after a few breaths, he fell several feet in front of the old Shenhou, and bowed again.

The old god Hou said nothing, his eyes recovered calmly, and he turned and sat down on the rock on the top of the mountain casually.

"For more than half a year, I have traveled to dozens of large and small tribes across the border and northwestern regions. Only your tribe has given me a different feeling. Cultivating classics is the foundation of tribe inheritance. Why do you promote it like this?"

"why?"

Xia Tuo saw that the old god was so gentle, and he sat beside him. This matter is not simple. He had been obliged for nine years in his previous life. Studying is everyone’s business, which in his opinion is nothing but ordinary. thing.

Of course he couldn't say that. The old god Hou didn't know what nine-year compulsory education was.

"In order to unlock the wisdom of the people and make up for the shortage of inheritance.

Over the long years, the various inheritances of our human race have been cherished by themselves, and they refuse to show others easily, leading to many inheritance faults. The reason why my human race is bullied by the demons is largely because the inheritance is broken.

If my human race cultivates martial arts and witches, luck is like a rainbow, and everyone is like a dragon, so why don't you be afraid of his demons."

"Fortune is like a rainbow, everyone is like a dragon!"

For a time, the old god Hou must be flying, he hasn't heard such words to raise his breath for a long time, and he will cause his body to bloom in a moment.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"follow me!"

The old god Hou got up, Xia Tuo followed his god Ya closely under his sign, and passed through the Eternal Mountain Range and headed south. The two of them were speechless.

The two went one after the other, struggling, and overcame the high mountains and ridges, and two months later, they traversed millions of barren land inside and appeared outside the rolling mountains.

Tianhou Mountain!

Tianhou Mountain is tens of thousands of miles away. The mountains are undulating, clouds and mists are lingering, and sometimes there is aura flashing, which is a spiritual mist derived from a strong spiritual energy. In the depths of the mountains and clouds, the gods are like sky bridges, connecting the sky, and there is a stone above the clouds The hall is looming, swaying in the sky.

"this is……"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo took a deep breath. The magnificent scene in front of him was what he had seen in his life.

However, the old god Hou led him towards the depths of Tianhou Mountain. Compared with the colorfulness above the sky, the mottled soil in the depths of the mountains felt more real.

There are dark clouds in the depths of the mountains all year round, and even the many disciples of Tianhou Mountain can't go deep into them. There is an invisible formation in the dark clouds, which isolates the outside from peeping and entering.

There was a little ripple in the center of the formation, revealing a hole the size of a meter, Xia Tuo entered it, and was immediately impacted by a strong bloody breath coming toward him.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Under the big formation, there is a sharp contrast with the splendor of the outside world. The red blood and the white bones, the more you look toward the depths, the more you can see patches of dried and dark blood.

This is an independent cave world, with boundless seas of blood, blood waves beating on the surface of the blood lake, making a roaring sound, Xia Tuo saw the reef made of white bones, the blood wave hit, the blood water bubbled along the rotten bone holes.

"Look at this sea of ​​blood."

The old Shenhou pointed to the sea of ​​blood in front of him, and then said: "Since the monster race has been down for more than 10,000 years, the blood-stained border has long been unclear. Countless human race experts have struggled, resisted, and finally achieved it. This sea of ​​blood.

When the last generation of the Great Enlightenment King dies before the bloody day, the border shortage will no longer be a real guardian. We are all the same, a group of lingering people."

"The Great King of Qijing."

Xia Tuo groaned softly. For a while, he felt like clouds and mountains and mists. He seemed to have caught something obscure. He was very familiar with the name Daqi.

The Daqi royal family, a supreme royal family about to be promoted to the royal court, failed in the end and completely perished.

Daqi Wangbuqi has exhausted all the heavenly pavilions built by good fortune, and now it is in the Daxia tribe.

In the dark, there has long been implicated.

There was a dignified look in his eyes. In these days, he has become more and more deeply aware of luck. This land, from the Supreme Court to the ordinary people, is closely related to the fortune of the clan.

At this time, the old god Hou said, as if talking to himself, "I can hold on for some time to support the deserted northwest mansion, but after all, it won't last long. What should come will come."

Speaking of this, the old Shenhou looked at Xia Tuo. When the old Shenhou looked at him like this, Xia Tuo was a little hairy, he was very afraid of death, so whoever wanted him to die, he had to let someone die in advance, even the big demon. No way.

It's so pure.

He understands the meaning of the old god, but when these are integrated with the human righteousness, he is really not used to it.

"It's a robbery, I can't hide it!"

"It's difficult, I can't avoid it!"

The old god Hou groaned and said: "If you are inferior, you will be the only one who can help the world. Hahaha...When things are coming, you have to do it. I hope you will have the power to help the world by then, not only to save people but also to save yourself. ."

"This is to catch the ducks on the shelves!"

Xia Tuo nodded slightly, and gave a salute to the old god Hou, saying: "The younger generation dare not get what the god expects, such an important task, the younger generation can't bear it."

"The border is a game, and everyone is a chess. You are a chess, and the old man is a chess. If you don't advance, you die, if you don't resist, you die. You can figure it out."

After all, the old god Hou pointed to the sea of ​​blood in front of him, and said in deep thought: "Just like the sea of ​​blood in front of him, too much human blood has been deposited. If you don't want to be a part of it, you need to struggle."

After all, the old god no longer speaks too much, and the times make heroes, sometimes it is not a question of what you want, but an invisible chaotic promoter moving forward.

This trip to Tianhou Mountain was a worthwhile trip. A tribe that had only been established for decades gave him a fresh touch that he had never had in thousands of years.

Not to mention the various species of the Xia tribe, the tribe has only been established for decades, and all the people gathered are scattered people. It broke a tribe in one fell swoop, indicating that it is a tribe shrouded in great luck.

Qi Yun is mysterious and mysterious, and it is secretly in harmony with the heaven and the earth, the atmosphere is the tribe, and the clan is unstoppable. He doesn't need to do more, and the Qi Yun can't stop it.

It's a dragon or a worm.

So he is looking forward to the youth in front of him, what kind of development there will be, as to whether the luck is like a rainbow or the air is like a bubble, he will soon be able to see clearly.

The old god with many thoughts, his abrupt brows frowned, as if thinking of something, the void shattered in front of him with his hand, and a void passage extended to a distant direction, and at the end of the passage was a vast mountain forest.

"Good for yourself."

At the moment Xia Tuo hadn't reacted, he felt that he was swept by invisible power and rushed into the void channel. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already appeared on the vast ground.

I don’t know why the old Shenhou sent him out of Tianhou Mountain again, but the experience of the clouds and mists made him understand that the current days in the Northwest are supported by the old Shenhou. Once the old Shenhou is not there, I am afraid that the northwest will be peaceful. Break, when the time comes, there is no old god Hou horror Yao Hou, and he will inevitably not be able to avoid the disaster again.

There is no doubt that he is very afraid of death, even if the big demon let him die, he will not sit and wait, even if he is dead, he will have to put his back.

And his mind seemed to be captured by the old god.

ps is updated today, and I have been busy for many days. Tomorrow will be stable and start to resume four changes. Only less than 130,000 words have been updated this month, and I will try to make up for it in the second half of the month.