The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Xia Tuo, in the deep wasteland, quickly found his direction. Not far in front of him, a big river was rolling, flowing from west to east. The river was like a dragon, lying in the wasteland.

Luhong River, located in the area of ​​30,000 miles south of Luoshui, is separated by the river. The long and narrow area on both sides of the river is the buffer zone between Luoshui and the Julingbo tribe.

Crossing this big river, and only ten thousand li to the south, you entered the west of the Giant Lingbo tribe. This place belongs to the three-regardless territories, there is no too powerful tribe, and many casual practitioners are here to discuss life.

There are many tribes living on both sides of the river. These tribes depend on water for food and live in this water area for generations. For this area, Xia Tuo is not ready to move. After the destruction of Luoshui, a large area of ​​land needs tribal integration, not bad. at this point.

The old god Hou sent him here, acquiescing to Da Xia to replace Luoshui and become a guard tribe in the northwest of the border. Although he did not have the name of Bo Bu, he already had the truth of Bo Bu.

Starting today, the Daxia clan domain will suddenly expand from the eternal domain to the south of the Lingshan Mountain, including most of the former Luoshui and Linghe clan areas, and the total area exceeds tens of thousands of miles.

Next, what Daxia has to do is to completely control this land.

After a certain amount of thought, Xia Tuo turned and went north and returned to the tribe.

If you want to properly control such a vast human land, you need a strong man who can suppress the mountains and rivers. The east wind has gathered, and it is just a magical power.

...

After returning to the tribe, Xia Tuo was blocked by several elders in Xia Garden.

"Patriarch."

Seeing the doubts of the elders, Xia Tuo waved his hand. He followed the old god to leave Yueyu. He did not inform the clan before leaving, so all of a sudden he was not in the tribe these days. The elders were all guessing what he did.

"How do you elders feel?"

After speaking, his eyes fell on Elder Hong. He noticed that Elder Hong's aura had soared a bit more than before, and he had obviously made another breakthrough.

"I feel refreshed, the blood is boiling, I have not felt the slightest delay in opening the three divine orifices one after another, this is not the twenty-eighth divine orifice is about to open."

With years of practice and sufficient resources, Elder Hong is now a strong man in the third level of the gods, as long as he can get through the 28th orifice, he can enter the fourth level of the gods.

It's not just Elder Hong, other elders in the clan, and even ordinary clan members, have been affected by the ascending Qi Luck, and are somewhat more advanced in strength.

Even the old man Feng and the old man Bai have successively opened up one or two divine orifices. The two of them were originally promoted with the help of purple blood fruit, and their bodies were already in their twilight when they were promoted. Naturally, they are not as strong as a strong man. Exuberant warrior.

However, being able to be promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm is a wish that has been fulfilled for many years, so the two have already seen a lot of them.

After all these years of practice, old man Feng has just been promoted to the second level of Shenzang, and he has opened up no more than thirteen orifices. As for old man Bai, it is even worse. He has just opened up the ninth magical orifice.

Of course, the focus of the two old men now is no longer on cultivation, but on teaching young people in the clan to practice.

"I am going to retreat and promote to the supernatural power realm, so that Da Xia can stand upright in the wild northwest and collect all the tribes as vassals."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said to the elders.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Supernatural!

Uncle!

Today, Daxiabu is so close!

In fact, the fat elder in the clan has long since retired, but compared to the fat elder, the promotion of Xia Tuo’s strength is the most important thing for the entire Daxia. As the leader of the clan, Xia Tuo’s strength is not just himself. It also represents the general trend of Daxia's ethnic fortune.

After explaining the family affairs of the elders, Xia Tuo went to the Lingshan Valley to look at the old man Wu and the old rein. After a short period of time, he was preparing to retreat in the spiritual veins at the bottom of the Tianlu Mountain. At the moment, he is only short of the Divine Communicator. One step away, you only need to evolve the prototype of supernatural power step by step.

...

After Daxia destroyed Luoshui, many large and small tribes south of the mountain were in panic for a long time, waiting for Daxia to come, but after going back and forth, they found that there was no strong person coming from Daxia, as if Daxia had destroyed them after destroying Luoshui. I forgot the same.

After all, for the tribes in the south of the Lingshan Mountains in the past few decades, the changes have been incalculable.

In just thirty years, most of the three tribes have been destroyed. Who can bear it? This is not an inferior tribe, but an uncle.

No one thought that the northernmost part was regarded as a barbarian land by everyone. In the eternal region, a tribe would come out and finally settled on the vast land of Ding Ding.

With the passage of time, because of the panic of the collapse of Luoshui Bo's tribe, it gradually settled down, and the human tribes and warriors living in this area continued to multiply and thrive day by day.

...

Three years later.

The sunset is over, the northeast corner of Tianlu Mountain in the Wangu Mountain Range, in the Ling Valley, Linghu Lake, two thatched cottages, and one thatched cottage. The wooden bed is covered with thick animal skin cushions. Grasping Xia Tuo's arm.

His hands are like dry wood, and the skin covered with brown spots is close to the bones and bones, shaped like chicken feet.

A wooden staff was placed in front of him, with animal skin hemp ropes tied on it, and the hemp rope was covered with polished smooth animal bones and small stones.

At this moment, the old man with rein looked at the wooden cane with all his strength, pointed at the small stone on the animal skin rope that had been shaved, and looked at Xia Tuo: "This is when you became the patriarch~~~"

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, and his voice gradually dimmed before he finished speaking, and his voice fell...

The walking sticks that have been worn for decades have long been polished smooth and round, and the animal skin ropes tied to it have long been worn out. Small stones, broken animal bones, and clinks are hung.

Looking at the walking stick and the smiling old man who closed, Xia Tuo was stunned.

Grabbing the stick and covering the old man with a furry animal skin blanket, Xia Tuo got up and carried the old man on his back and walked out of the thatched hut. Outside the house, the old witch was squatting in front of the stone stove, cooking a pot of fish soup.

After hearing the noise, the old witch raised his head.

"Eat a bowl before leaving. The cold is heavy at night to drive away the cold."

Old Man Wu took three bowls of fish soup from the stone cauldron and placed it in front of him. He picked up a bowl of fish soup by himself, swallowed it, and quickly ate the fish soup clean.

"Since three years ago, the old rein has forgotten everything. The only thing he remembers is the cane."

As night fell, the moon was blooming like water, and Xia Tuo walked out of the Spirit Valley step by step with the old man on his back. The elders and deacons of the clan guarded him, and followed him silently without a word.

The group walked towards the east, and after crossing three small mountain ranges, they saw a bulging grave on the gentle slopes on both sides.

Since migrating to Tianlu Mountain, this place has been transformed into a tribal sacrifice mound. Not only that, in addition to the sacrifice totem every year, there is a solemn sacrifice activity in the tribe, which is to sacrifice to the dead tribe.

This burial ground is buried with old tribesmen and tribesmen who died fighting for the tribe outside.

Xia Tuo wanted to use this method to let the people of the tribe remember their roots and trace their ancestors, so as to be qualified to explore the future.

The barren wood in the mountains is a coffin, and a pile of loess is covered. Even though he is so prestigious today, he still can't change the law of birth, old age, sickness and death.

The old rein was buried, and Xia Tuo guarded the grave for three days and nights before leaving.

After the death of the old rein, only half a year later, the vitality of the old man Wu declined sharply. In the thatched house, Qiaoer, Luo, Ling and others guarded the old man.

Old Man Wu leaned on the wooden bed with difficulty, looking at the figure lying down in front of him, with a touch of relief in his eyes.

"I spent most of my life in the ups and downs of my life pursuing witchcraft, but I am also content."

Reached out and patted Qiaoer lightly.

Muttered: "I'm tired, the old rein is still waiting for me."

At this moment, Old Man Wu's eyes glowed with brilliance.

"Clan tribe, leave it to you."

...

Half a day later, there was a new grave in front of the old man's grave. The moonlit night was like water, and there was a cold wind blowing. Xia Tuo sat in front of the grave, sometimes looking around, sometimes bowing his head in silence.

In the blink of an eye for decades, the two people who first supported him in this world are no longer there. Lying on the ground outside the tomb, looking up at the stars, his spiritual world is like a peaceful lake without ripples.

"Uncle~~"

Qiaoer whispered in tears and whispered softly.

Was awakened by the shout, Xia Tuo stood up and patted Qiao'er's head lightly, looked back at the two tombs, and when he turned his head, his eyes had reunited.

"From now on, you are Daxia's high priest, and Auntie is Daxia's clan leader."

Under the moonlight at night, two figures walked down the hillside one after another, and the shadow pulled the old man.

...

Six months later, Tianlu Peak.

The purple qi is magnificent, and it turns into a large purple cloud. The qi luck belonging to the Daxia part is magnificent and flourishing.

Sitting on the top of the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo still radiated a faint cyan light from all over his body, even if it was shrouded in purple light. The cyan light and purple light blended together and did not appear to be abrupt, on the contrary, there was a warm feeling.

Between the purple qi gathering, the spiritual will maintains transparency, reflecting the entire spiritual world. Before a moment, the purple cloud rolling behind Xia Tuo, a ray of blue light like electricity cuts through the purple sky, and it also illuminates the whole in an instant. Spiritual world.

Rumble!

His whole body was turbulent like an ocean, emitting dragons and tigers, and suddenly rushed out and merged with the blue light behind him. As the purple clouds rolled, a light exploded, Xia Tuo seemed to ignite a purple and blue divine fire.

In the sacred fire, an illusory figure emerged from the fire, evolving into a scene of stepping on a dragon, with two wings on the body and two dragons on its feet. Under the perfusion of blood, it instantly transformed into a solid statue.

Prototype of supernatural powers!

Then, the image of the magical power moved, the blue light shone, and the Taoist rhyme gathered in the void, forming four kinds of magical colors.

Each one is shining and shining, and one of the purple-green runes is as transparent as a crystal, surrounded by the other three Taoist charms with blue, purple, and black yellow looks.

The prototype of the magical power opened, causing the void behind it to sound, and the void cracks spread and cracked like a spider web, and the four runes were fixed on the void, as if opening up an independent domain.