The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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After pondering for a moment, he flew down to Tianlu Mountain and returned to the newly built summer garden, where people called Qiaoer to deal with the matter of eliminating the grievances of the fallen people.

The interior layout of the Xiayuan Stone Palace is the same as the previous one, and there is no trace of the previous destruction caused by coaxing Uncle Yu.

Xia Tuo sat on the large wooden seat behind the wooden table, with animal skin rolls piled up in front of him. These days, his energy was devoted to dealing with the ghost tribe's affairs, and there was no time to take care of the affairs of the tribe.

I have to say that Xia Pavilion should also change a bit. Now the little guys in Xia Pavilion are all in the Heavenly Vein Realm, and when the Daxia Dao are all in the Divine Power Realm, the power gap is too great. In handling and docking some family affairs, The weight is getting lighter and lighter.

Not only the Xia Pavilion, but also the six palaces of the Great Xia Clan, the strength of the hall masters of each hall is also a little worse. Even if they are not better than the magical powers, the strength of the ordinary Gods hidden realm is a bit low. In a martial arts world, strong martial arts realm is sometimes an invisible deterrent.

These are the things to change next.

Previously in the Qinghuai and Giant Fengtian tribes, he wanted Qiao'er to come to comfort the deceased people, but he did not expect the grievances of the deceased people to be so great that it had begun to manifest in the world of the purple energy of the clan. .

So this is not a matter of one place and one corner. For the sake of Daxia as a whole, this matter also needs to be taken seriously.

Soon, Qiao'er came to the hall.

"Uncle."

"Where is Fengtian Tribe?"

"Well, go."

Hearing the sound, Qiao'er nodded and said: "The grievance is very heavy, and there is a lot of yin qi, things are a bit more serious than what Hunkong Yuan is talking about, the yin qi will accelerate the transformation of the wronged soul, and I am afraid it will be windy. There will be evil ghosts born around the tribe, and over time there may be powerful ghosts born."

Hearing Qiao'er's words, Xia Tuo nodded, and then he muttered: "I neglected this matter of the ghost clan to cause such a catastrophe. The clan has grievances and the clan fortune has already been revealed. Be aware of it."

Qiao'er nodded.

"In this way, a sacrificial hall was established in Daxia City, the daos of the territory, and the Tianfeng tribe to worship these people who had fallen accidentally and had unresolved grievances.

Set up a great sacrificial hall in Daxia City. When that happens, I will bring you together to make sacrifices to the clan. The scene must be big and the Quartet must be announced. This matter is left to you."

"Uncle, I know, leave it to me."

Qiao'er nodded and said, "Uncle, the annual sacrifice to the moon is a day to sacrifice totems, but for the people in the city, their visualization comes from the Qianlong Temple in the city.

Therefore, the metropolis went to the Qianlong Temple to worship, and the palm sacrifices in the Qianlong Temple below complained many times, saying that the Qianlong Temple was crowded by the people in the city on the day of worship, and it was impossible to complete the blood food for the totem."

"This matter is simple. It is called to the cities. Starting from this year, the day of offering sacrifices to the moon and offering totems is the time when the Daxia Ju clan sacrifices.

Sacrifice the totem first, and each city organizes sacrificial activities, which are arranged by the city lord’s mansion.

After the sacrifice to the totem, the ancestors were sacrificed to warn everyone not to forget their roots."

"Uncle, where is the sacrificial hall in the city built?"

"Just put it in the southeast city area outside the inner city."

Xia Tuo responded that Daxia City was divided into five parts: the inner city and the southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest. They were bounded by the avenue extending from the middle gate of the inner city's four walls.

This is the demarcation of the city after the Palace of Clan Affairs felt that there were more and more people in the city. Except for the inner city, every part of the outer city had a city decree as a position to govern the stability of the city.

Qiao'er took the task and hurriedly left Xiadian. Not long after Jianzhu came from outside, after entering the stone temple, he first glanced at Xia Tuo and found that his expression was indifferent, and Jianmao shrank.

"Husband~"

Entering the hall timidly, Jian Lian yelled cautiously, and the entire city of Tianhuo Dao Fengshan was invaded by ghosts.

Although she succeeded Qing Ling, it didn't take long for her to become a fire town, but when the ghost tribe's incident happened, she happened to be in this position, but she didn't notice the ghost tribe's conspiracy.

Daxia now has such a big stall, this matter is not handled well, and for the people below, there may be dissatisfaction.

"Or, you punish me."

Seeing Jian Dai's pitiful appearance, Xia Tuo chuckled and shook his head. It was the first time he saw Jian Dai who practiced Frost Ice Swordsmanship.

"Okay, punish you."

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the seat.

"Ah~"

Then, with Jian Ding's exclaim, the two disappeared into the main hall.

(…………Here omitted…………)

...

Regarding the ghost clan, Jian Lian could not be blamed, nor could Qing Ling be blamed.

Previously, due to Da Xia's shortage of manpower, he constantly mobilized the Elder Snail who was sitting in Beiling, Qing Ling who was sitting in Tianhuo Dao, and he also had to take care of Beiling Dao in the Northern Territory.

In addition, even though the Night Tour Palace was down, the guy in his hand couldn't catch up with Daxia even riding the flood dragon, and he didn't feel the clan luck. To blame, he was the clan leader.

Li is such a reason, but Jian Lian, Tianhuo Dao Zhenjiang, can be considered to have done it well. He is always looking for a backing, and looking at it, Xia Tuo really can't find anyone else, so he can only wrong his wife.

Of course, the location of a town is really nothing.

As the wife of the clan leader, it would be inappropriate to sit outside, so I just took this opportunity to retreat and help him in the clan court.

The only problem right now is the lack of a supernatural power realm to sit in the sky fire.

...

Following Xia Tuo's order, plus You Qiao'er, the high priest who personally supervised the work, the edict of the Clan Affairs Hall was passed on to Daxia Daxia, and the place of worship was established smoothly.

Two months later, in the middle and southeastern part of Daxia City, a nine-tiered high platform stood tall. The whole body was cast with black iron, and there were no gaps in it, carved with ritual patterns.

On the high platform, a ninety-nine-foot-high stone stele stands. There is no word on the stele, and the surface is carved with cloud patterns. Just south of the stele, a ten-foot-sized stone incense burner stands.

Outside the incense burner, there is a high archway with Nuo patterns carved on it. This kind of witch pattern is commonly used in some tombs and sacrifices in the Great Wilderness. It is rumored that it can communicate with the land of ghosts.

Today, the number of settled warriors in Daxia City is no less than three million people. Some warriors who come and go have settled down in the city. The establishment of the altar naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Many people watched from a distance, guessing the role here, but unfortunately there are black armor guards around the altar, making it impossible for people to approach.

Twenty miles away from the altar, in a stone hall in a suspended stone fault, the stone hall has carved beams and pillars suspended in mid-air. There are three figures in the hall. They are the Yu family ancestor and two young people. A generation of warriors.

The three of them went north and crossed the city to reach Daxia City.

Through the stone window, looking in the direction of the altar, they have been quietly observing everything in Daxia these days.

The three figures didn’t care about the meat soup on the stone table in front of them. Yu Tianqi was holding his animal skin book in his hands. This book had long been remembered by him. It was all what he saw and heard in Daxia. Have some ideas of his own.

"The Nuo pattern was originally the witch pattern of the Nine Nether Lands. Later it spread to the wasteland. After a long period of evolving, some tombs began to depict the Nuo pattern. Later, many people would mourn for the dead relatives. Nuo patterns were carved on wooden coins and burned to commemorate the dead relatives."

Yu Tianyu looked at the tall altar and said softly.

"Daxia's reaction speed is so fast, I'm afraid it is to sacrifice to the people who died this time because of the torture of the ghost race."

"It's so courageous."

Yu Tianqi withdrew his gaze from the animal skin book and nodded in response: "The ghost problem is solved so quickly, Daxia's strength is beyond expectation."

The ancestor Yu was sitting cross-legged, squinting his eyes as if falling asleep.

"I can't wait to see the Daxia Clan Master."

Taking pictures of his animal skin book, Yu Tianqi's eyes flashed with excitement. The more he understood Da Xia these days, the more he felt that the clan leader in charge of Da Xia was an unfathomable figure.

What kind of person is it that can come up with such a pile of measures that seem to have never appeared in the wasteland, but are suitable for ordinary people's blood life.

The people of the wasteland seem to be the weakest existence, but they are the basis of human inheritance. Daxia is different from other tribes in the wasteland, and instead of doing the opposite, it focuses on the cultivation of ordinary people.

"Wait a minute, let's meet this Daxia clan leader, ancestor I am more and more interested in him."

The ancestor Yu opened his eyes and looked at the altar in the distance.

"Let's take a look at how Daxia Clan Master came to appease the unjust souls."

...

Three days later, the Golden Crow had risen, and the horn sounded in Daxia City, piercing through the sky, attracting the attention of the Sifang warriors.

The gate of Daxia's inner city opened, and a line of clan soldiers wearing black armors, tied with linen with Nuo patterns on their spears, accompanied by the sound of horns, three thousand black armored soldiers marched towards the altar.

After three thousand black armored soldiers, Xia Tuo wore a black cloak embroidered with various Zhanghuas and sat on a large chariot. As for the black and black man pulling the chariot, it became five feet in size and four hooves. Evolving into clouds and mist, dragging the car forward.

In addition to Xia Tuo, Jian Lian also wore a cumbersome and graceful beast gown long skirt with a black gauze cloak on his shoulders, sitting on the chariot side by side with Xia Tuo.

An axe and a spear were standing on both sides of the cowl.

Behind Heihe was a dragon and also dragged a car. On it was Qiao'er. At the back were three thousand black armored men with spears like forests. Other warriors rode their mounts and fought them around.

When the magnanimous car was pushed out, Xia Tuo sat in a precarious manner, with a calm complexion. Of course, this appearance was pretended, including the cold-faced Jian Li on the side, which was also deliberately pretended.

I didn't see the crowds on both sides of the stone road watching. Although they could all fly, sometimes flying can't solve the problem. At this time, what is needed is dignity.