The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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Xia Tuo had already noticed the promotion signs of the evil spirits as early as he hadn't made a move, but he had only mobilized his luck after he noticed the crisis that appeared in the evil spirits.

Moxie has a fourth-grade Qi Luck Seal on his body, and every one of Da Xia's people is involved in Da Xia's fortune, not to mention a strong person who carries the fourth-grade Qi Luck Seal and will be promoted to the Divine Power Realm.

Every Daxia powerhouse is the cornerstone of guarding the clan fortune and inheritance, and occupies a very important position in the entire Daxia clan fortune.

Sixteen purple energy pillars surrounded Xia Tuo's back, standing like a gods, filled with desolation and simplicity, like an ancient wild world.

Xia Tuo is connected with the pillar of the family luck, the entire Daxia Ziqi family luck world is under his control, and you can see the city emerging in the hazy purple Qi from a single thought, and you can feel the bottom of Daxia by appointment. Thoughts of the people.

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Great Xia Zudi.

Above the black clouds, the evil python roared, and its black body was covered with evil scales like barbed thorns. The surface of the snake's body was like hooks and thorns, and its eyes were as red as blood, glowing with blood.

Amidst this evil and bloody, a ray of purple aura seemed to enter the realm of nothing, firmly suppressing the demons sitting in the river of black clouds and blood.

Hum!

The bloody rune that was about to break before now recovered as before, and then a ray of blood red bloomed in the black cloud, forming a path, and then turned into a bloody rune.

In every bloody rune, there seems to be an illusory bloody river surging, and the water is sparkling.

This is the blood channel belonging to the evil spirits, a great way of blending blood and water channels.

With the protection of the Daxia clan fortune, and suppressed by the power of hundreds of millions of living beings in Daxia, the nightmare produced in the evil spirit world was not worth mentioning, and was quickly suppressed.

This is also the first time Xia Tuo has mobilized his clan luck to help his clan members get promoted. The cross-cutting knife previously only asked Wuwu to assist him. It was also at this time that he suddenly discovered that clan luck Ziqi could still play like this.

In the illusory realm of clan luck, his quasi-prime spirit was floating in it, overflowing with thoughts. This time he tried to make him understand the use of some clan luck purple energy.

The tribe on the wasteland, generally speaking, the more tyrannical the luck, the stronger the clan will come out in large numbers, obviously the result of the promotion of the clan movement.

Under the tyrannical race, even if there are some flaws in the martial arts, the chance of promotion is 10%, with the blessing of the race, the chance of promotion will rise to 30-40%. In this case, for many apex martial artists in the gods. , Enough to exhaust all attempts.

The increase in the promotion success rate will increase the strength of the tribe, which in turn can feed back the luck. This is a virtuous circle.

Therefore, the general trend of clan luck will retreat if it does not advance. Once the ascent of Qi luck is hindered and cannot be broken, it is very dangerous. This means that the clan luck is likely to go downhill, which is often a turning point from prosperity to decline.

Xia Tuo sits on the Tianlu Mountain, and he is in harmony with the clan fortune, and he has a lot of insights about the clan for a time.

"Hmm~"

In the purple world of family luck, Xia Tuo’s quasi-prime spirit raised his head and looked towards the sky of purple gas. In the world filled with purple gas, the purple clouds rolled and gradually began to form interweaving, which soon turned into an illusory purple rope. Hanging down from the height of the purple gas.

Xia Tuo's mental thoughts clung to the purple rope, and suddenly straddled the void.

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White Locust Road in Daxia Northern Region.

In the center of White Locust City, the Zhenjiang Mansion is suspended high in the air. The Dragon Dragon of White Locust Town sits in the stone hall behind Zhenjiang Mansion. The aura of the body is constantly rising and falling. There are two gods of Xuanhuang and Crimson colliding with each other, making a screaming sound. .

The earth and the rhyme of the Nine Suns, which are derived from the two ways of earth and fire, are concluded between collisions, but like water and fire, they cannot be together.

Compared with evil spirits, the blood canal can be formed because of the similar mystery between the blood canal and the water canal. Moreover, the water can contain all things, and it is easier for them to form each other.

However, the Taoism of the Earth and the Nine Suns do not have similar rhymes. Of course, the Taoism of the Earth is virtuous, and it also has the rhyme of tolerance. As long as the time comes, it is not difficult to blend together.

The difficulty lies in getting started, those who are difficult will not, and those who are meeting are not difficult. This is the mystery of the Dao.

The two Taoist magic lights collide with each other, and they are constantly trying to merge. In fact, Long Xiangsheng has been comprehending this situation for a long time. The day before yesterday, he was patrolling the white locust city area. Suddenly he had an insight into Taoism on a whim. Retreat.

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"Long Xiangsheng?"

In the world of Clan Luck Purple Qi, after sensing the person being pulled by the other end of the purple rope, Xia Tuo's eyes showed a touch of surprise. In his opinion, Long Xiangsheng wanted to be promoted to the supernatural power realm, but he was still in the dark.

At the very least, the Dao of the Earth and the Dao of Nine Suns are initially integrated. The Dao of the Earth carries everything, and it is no problem to tolerate the Dao of Nine Suns.

But he needs to grasp the point of this fusion. When he merged with life and death, he used Phoenix blood. Even so, his whole body was lost by the blazing sky fire.

Therefore, the integration of Taoism and Dharma is not only about comprehension, but also requires a little chance for the best.

Obviously, Long Xiangsheng's opportunity has arrived.

Sometimes, chances can smooth out their own shortcomings.

Xia Tuo waved his hand, and the purple energy rolled in front of him, turning into a vast ocean, slowly pulling apart a vast wilderness.

The mountains are undulating between the wilderness and the mountains, even if they are hundreds of thousands of miles away. In this respect, in the purple world, he still feels dense purple light spots.

As the purple qi gradually rolled, the picture began to become clear. In the white locust city next to Canglang Mountain, a little purple light was moving. It was the Daxia citizens of the white locust city.

Daxia’s rule was based on the totem system of the Totem God Lord Jumang. All the totems in the territory of Daxia belong to the God Lord Jumang. The people of Daxia visualized these totems, and they were intangibly connected with the fortune of the Daxia clan. Together.

Of course, a large part of the warriors are unable to visualize totems due to their age, but living on the land where the Daxia clan's land veins exist, over time, they will still have a sense of identity with Daxia.

This is why he wants to set up the Witch Hospital, Xuegong Academy, Salt Wine Road, and Xinhuo Hall.

The human mind is a complicated thing, and the visualization of totems alone can only get a preliminary impression, so it needs to be deepened by many means, preferably deep-rooted.

Among the seven cities in the Bailoc City area, the dense purple light spots are shining and vigorous. Obviously, the people in the Bailoc City area are very stable, and the hearts of the people are gathering towards Great Summer.

It's no wonder that the opportunity for Zhenjiang Longxiang to rise has arrived, and I feel the gathering of people's hearts from the white locust road and feed it back.

For a time, Xia Tuo thought through a lot of things, and Daxia's system was tending to take shape. Under the behemoth of Daxia, a new martial art order was being born.

Becoming Daxia's military master, although trapped in one city and one place, and lost a lot of freedom, Daxia clan luck compensated in other ways, of course, the premise is to do well within the limits.

For one side of the border, to protect the peace of one side, the people's peace, the heart gathers, and the family development.

Xia Tuo thinks this is very good. Cultivating martial arts pursues longevity. In addition, there are many things to do. If it is just to fight for the strong, this martial arts practice is meaningless, and the cultivation of great achievements is just a martial artist.

At this moment, he did not help Long Xiangsheng to mobilize his luck like he did for the evil spirits. Since Daxia Ziyun voluntarily feeds back, he also wants to take this to see the stalwart mystery of Daxia clan luck.

If Long Xiangsheng was successfully promoted, it would be equivalent to opening up a new world for Daxia and setting an eye-catching example for other warriors.

After all, for many warriors, they don't want to be restrained. If there is an opportunity for supernatural power, then it must be a different matter. For the promotion of strength, if you can't say that you will come to Daxia as a warrior.

He didn't think that everyone would love the people generously and be selfless, but he didn't think that way when he entered Daxia, but things must be done better, even if they are pretending to be.

He converged his mind, and withdrew his perception from the purple rope. Although the opportunity came, Long Xiangsheng wanted to be promoted to the supernatural power realm, but it would take some time to settle, and this time should not be disturbed.

I separated a spiritual idea, broke through the air, and found the sword lattice resting in the stone hall, and asked him to pass the order to the elder Snail, and immediately went to the Bailoc city area to help Longxiang ascend the defense of the town, so as not to be accidentally interrupted during promotion .

His thoughts are still in the world of purple qi, and he can clearly feel it. In this world of purple qi, there are continuous purple qi coming from all directions. These purple qi are filled with the power of all living beings and move towards Ziqi Dazhu left.

Next to the sixteen big purple qi pillars, an illusory world pillar was spawning, and the purple qi gathered from all directions converged in this illusory pillar.

The power of sentient beings is not pure vitality, but the consciousness that is inadvertently released by every citizen in the vast territory.

This kind of released consciousness is actually unaware of the martial artist himself. Many people will be muddled from birth to death throughout their lives.

Suddenly caught the mystery of Qi Yun back-feeding the martial artist, Xia Tuo did not rush to withdraw from this purple Qi world. As the master of the Da Xia clan, the Qi Yun comrade, naturally, he needs to have a deep understanding of Qi Yun.

In this way, his figure sits on the top of the Tianlu Mountain, surrounded by purple qi, like a stone monument.

One month later, the night was sparsely starry, and the purple mist filled the city of Daxia. Moonlight fell through the purple mist. The breeze hits and the vegetation swayed.

Xia Tuo, who had been sitting on the Tianlu Mountain for a month, woke up suddenly, his eyes opened and closed with purple electricity, and then he closed his eyes again and was immersed in the world of purple gas.

In the world of purple qi, sixteen complete purple qi pillars, plus an illusory purple qi pillar stand, unknowingly shrouded in a layer of haze.

The smog is not black, but gray. It just emerges out of thin air, covering the sky above the purple pillar, as if a clear sky of thousands of miles suddenly covered the sun with dark clouds.