The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The golden crow was beginning to rise, and a faint golden light spilled over the wasteland, shining on the sky above Daxia City, and within ten thousand miles of the wasteland, there was still a light white mist.

At this moment, Xia Tuo, who was sitting cultivating on the Tianlu Mountain, opened and closed his eyes, and a vast expanse of spirit was withdrawn from the surroundings.

At the same time, in the spiritual world, the dazzling divine color has not completely dissipated. Between the divine lights, there are deep divine patterns looming. Every time he visualizes the soul book, he has a different feeling about the world.

In the center of the spiritual world, the quasi-prime spirit was overflowing with fascinating colors, and the spiritual power in the surroundings seemed to be accumulated into a substance, crystal clear, as if the cocoon spit out of a spiritual silkworm surrounded him.

After a long sigh of relief, Xia Tuo condensed his thoughts. The transformation of the soul requires both chance and step-by-step accumulation. If you have accumulated enough standby conditions, it is the time of transformation.

I heard the noise of the city gradually ringing. As the center of the martial arts of the entire Daxia tribe, Daxia City has various palaces and halls. It is naturally the place where many warriors on this vast land yearn.

In front of the altar in the southeast city, sweet fragrance lingers, green smoke curls, there are special warriors who will burn the wooden money and animal skin money printed with the Nuo pattern as if burned in the stove, the blue smoke lingers in the air, and the purple gas is diffused. Melting together, with the help of the purple qi, floating in all directions.

Since the establishment of the altar, the tribe has held a public memorial meeting every other month to wash away the grievances generated in the territory.

The effect is also obvious. The black lines appearing in the Daxia Clan's Purple Qi world are gradually dissipating. In the future, the interval between public sacrifice meetings will also return to normal, changing to once a year.

Now, the public sacrifice meeting has been handed over to Qiao'er. It has been nearly two years since the rebellion of the ghost clan has been restored. The people of the Tianhuo Dao Fengshan city area who were upper-body by ghosts are also assisted by Jiuyou Yinlong. Get rid of the encroachment of the ghost race.

For the millions of ghost tribes, Xia Tuo directly ordered people to bring them in front of the altar, and scattered their burning souls with the sky to the sun.

As expected, although millions of people in Fengshan City have been rescued, they have also damaged their foundations. Some of the frail people, even if they are rescued from the ghost clan, are quickly depleted. There are deaths in Fengshan City almost every day.

Even if Xia Tuo was in a hurry, there was nothing he could do, but he could only try to reassure him. For this reason, Yin Jiuzhu was transferred to the Fengshan city area, temporarily assisting Jing Kang to deal with the Fengshan city area.

At the junction of Qinghuai Dao and Giant Dao, a ghost mythical creature with a radius of 3,000 miles has begun to take shape.

These evil spirits are true ghosts with no real form, not the same as the ghosts.

According to the clan’s estimates, the area of ​​ghost mythical creatures will be further expanded in the next ten years. The area will probably exceed four thousand miles. Within ten years, ghasts comparable to the Divine Tibetan Realm may be born, and within a hundred years there may be a Divine Power Realm. The evil spirit takes shape.

This area was named Tianfeng ghost mythical creature, and the tribes that survived all around have migrated to the land of the green locust and giant.

Not only that, but Xun Fenghou, who was investigating the news outside, also came back with news that the battle of Qianlong has been completed by the giant Mu Bo's tribe, and he has begun to recruit elite clan soldiers to rule the tribe.

The Zidian Boss did more ruthlessly, directly gathering the clan chiefs and elders of Yuanshui and other tribes to the Zidian clan land, and the Zidian clan land has already laid a large array, and it is difficult to watch the movements outside.

As for the Black Dragon Boss, elite clan soldiers from the various tribes were also enlisted.

In this regard, Xia Tuo understood more and more that the time of the war was really not far away. Among the many news brought by Xun Fenghou, he was most interested in the new wife of the giant wood clan lord.

Of course he is not a good wife, but maliciously speculating whether Mu Qingyun is wearing a green grass hat.

This guy, Sanzhu Dongtian is really old Yinbi, really good at playing.

Coming down from Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo walked towards Xiayuan. Outside the stone hall of Xiayuan, the vegetation was verdant, the old medicine was puffing up and spitting, and the medicine forest was black and black lying on the ground, two big black eyes dripping. Turning around randomly, next to a three-foot-tall purple gold streamer tree.

The purple thunder sun wood swayed gently, and the purple electricity and golden light on the surface spattered curved arcs and fell on the black body. Every time the golden light arc fell on the body, it revealed a feeling of extremely enjoyment.

After so many years, it seems that Ziji Leiyangmu has made up his mind not to grow long. It absorbs a large amount of spiritual power every day, which is stored in the roots. Under the earth, its roots have long been like a towering tree. same.

Especially with the gathering of the Five Elements Spirit Vessel in the past few years, the violent spiritual power released by the Old Dragon Spirit Vessel inadvertently has been absorbed by the Purple Pole Thunder Sun Wood.

This is not to mention that Xia Tuo sometimes gives him some spirit crystals, it is simply a big food.

Looking at the Heihei and Ziji Leiyang Wood, Xia Tuo saw a quaint and substantial black pool outside the stone temple, where the Jiuyou Yinlong was floating in the pool.

"Master."

Yu'er ran up and down, with a look of excitement between her eyebrows. First she yelled obediently, and then ran towards the stone hall. The only one who dared to run into Xia Tuo's bedroom without any scruples in Daxia Little girl.

Xia Tuo looked at Ziji Leiyangmu again, at Heihe, at Jiuyou Yinlong, and then at the direction Xia Yu ran.

Not growing up one by one is really daunting.

He has almost become a training ground for infants here.

Entering the hall with his hands behind his back, hearing the sounds of Jian Di and Yu'er from the inner hall, Xia Tuo didn't bother them, and walked behind the main hall of the main hall on his own. It was a bunch of family affairs.

It seems that cabinet reform is also imminent.

Da Xia is different from Zidian and Giant Wood. They only need to win the battle of luck. After the victory, Dongtian Holy Land will naturally let go after grabbing the fruit of luck. As for the lives and lives of the people on the barren land, love it. how.

But Daxia can't do it. Next, we must take into account the development of the family, which is the foundation of the Daxia Li clan, the key to the prosperity of the Daxia family, and the next battle of luck.

And for the next thing, he needs to make arrangements to stabilize the clan and try his best to prepare for the battle of luck, so in the clan, he needs a strong assistant team to assist him.

When Xia Tuo was meditating, in the inner hall that was separated from the main hall, the sword tower was sitting on a wooden chair. The wooden case in front of him was much larger than Xia Tuo's, and it was covered with dense animal skin scrolls, bone books, Jade book.

Because of the Minggui tribe's affairs, she retreated from the position of Tianhuo Daozhen. Now, except for the witch hospital, she is watching these things in front of her the rest of the time.

These things on the wooden case are all the data collected by Daxia over the years, as well as many clan affairs recorded since the Daxiali clan, Xia Tuo's opinions on the handling of some clan affairs, etc., covering a wide range of content.

As Daxia's mistress, it was really not easy. If she didn't understand, she just asked. Xia Tuo also took her to visit the ancestor of the Yu family.

Jian Lian turned over and looked at the animal skin scrolls, talking to Xia Yu one by one. Xia Yu was sitting on the wooden chair beside him, curled up, playing with a wooden sculpture in his hand.

Her white brows sometimes frowned and sometimes stretched. She felt that these things were sometimes more difficult to deal with than cultivation. There were records of various clan affairs issued by Daxia over the past 100 years, and she did not fall behind in every detail.

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In the outer city of Daxia, in the Huoling Mansion, on a small island in the middle of a small lake, a purple qi fell from the sky in the void, connecting to the cave in the center of the island.

In the cave, Huo Wu deliberately sat cross-legged, surrounded by purple light from the heavenly spirit, blending with the purple light falling from the sky, and behind him a creeping fire-spitting beast loomed.

The flaming golden fire Taoist talisman was concluded in the void, and sparks burst out, and the whole island suddenly exploded, and a fire dragon rushed into the sky.

This kind of vision directly shook Daxia City, and countless warriors looked towards the place where the sky fire converges. The terrifying majesty made the Sifang warriors regress one by one, not daring to show the slightest breath and collide with the aftermath.

In Daxia Southwest City, there is also a Huo Mansion. On a rockery in the mansion, Huo Wuling wearing a red robe watched the falling sky fire without a word for a long time.

Huo Wuwang's promotion to supernatural powers, Xia Tuo knew right away, that the fire spirit clan's accumulation of unshakable clan fortune, after helping Huo Wuwang to promote supernatural powers, was completely dissolved.

Since then, within the scope of Daxia, the Fire Spirit Race will no longer be an independent unit, and have truly integrated into the Daxia One.

Half a month after Huo Wuwang was promoted to the Divine Passage Realm, Xia Tuo’s edict spread throughout the eleven realms of Daxia. All the towns and territories, all tribes and temples, and the warriors of the Shenzang Peak Realm were all received .

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Daxia Palace.

Aura ups and downs, but some of the people in the hall are themselves, and some of them are illusory figures.

In the center of the main hall, a black and blue skeleton is suspended, exuding faint fluctuations. Through the skeleton, Da Xiayuan's various towns and warriors who are sitting outside have a spiritual idea manifested.

"Meet the patriarch."

"Don't be polite."

Xia Tuo waved his hand. At this moment, it can be said that Daxia has the strongest strength, but in comparison, the strength of the elders of the hall is indeed a little low.

In addition to the high priest Qiao'er, the six halls have seven levels of the gods in the Heavenly Army Hall, the eight levels of the elders of the clan domain hall, the seven levels of the gods of the penalty hall, and the five levels of the elders of the clan service hall. The elder Shao in the Sinong Hall has four levels of the gods.

These old brothers who started with themselves have too weak foundations, and they can cultivate to their current strength. It can be said that it is the result of the resources available in these years and spare no effort.

If Da Xia hadn't developed it, his gang of old brothers would stop at the Celestial Vein Realm, and whether they could break through the gods was a question.

Perhaps in the next one or two hundred years, with sufficient resources, it can be elevated to the peak of the gods, but at that time, the magical power realm will be innocent.

There are always people left behind on the way forward, and Xia Tuo has no way to change this.