The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

After hearing Qiao'er's explanation, Xia Tuo relaxed. It was obvious that the good fortune of this remains far exceeded his expectations.

A rune evolved into a vast water world, and Xuanming appeared, which was the manifestation of the Great Dao.

"By the way, Uncle, Shi Jian has been subdued by you?"

At this time, Qiao'er's eyes lit up and said excitedly.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, Fang Zheng is just the stone sword that can be touched, and will not trigger the sword formation."

Getting up from the stone bed, Xia Tuo felt a bit. He was a little tired and unexpected, but there were no other injuries. He speculated that his mental energy was exhausted because he saw the world in the text.

Soon, Xia Tuo came to the stone cave again. Hun Kong and Yin Hong were both here, using the stone sword to discriminate. At this time, the stone sword could already be touched with spirit and would not trigger the sword formation.

"Patriarch."

Seeing Xia Tuo's arrival, Hun Kong and Yin Hong stopped their actions.

"Two, how is it?"

"Patriarch, the runes on the stone sword have been rubbed out, but because it is a second rubbing, only 10% of the runes on the stone sword of power and Shen Yun remain.

But even if it is only 10% of the charm, the good fortune contained in it can make our Daxia's armor together undergo earth-shaking changes."

After Yin Hongyu said, Hun Kong continued: "Clan Lord, through the stone sword, Elder Yin Hong and I speculated that if this great formation is to be opened, it needs to decipher the engraved Taoist rhyme of the Nine Dao Formation Sword, like this stone sword. The same, the mystery was broken by the clan owner."

Seeing Hun Kong and Yin Hong's ardent eyes, Xia Tuo certainly knew what they meant. He didn't hide it, and then said aloud: "This is a dark pattern, the main defense, take it to the true spirit Xuanming, In addition, there are other Taoist rhymes such as water rhyme."

Hearing the sound, the two of them looked carefully at the meditation. For this kind of heaven and earth divine literary, each individual's insight will get a different insight, and Xia Tuo's words can only inspire them.

However, comprehending the first Mingwen will be of great help to the subsequent cracking of the remaining eight sword foundations.

Xia Tuo looked at the illusory beast shadow. This guy seemed to rely on himself. He didn’t say where he went or where. According to Qiao’er, he stayed by the stone bed during the three days he was sleeping. Staring at him with his head.

Then, Xia Tuo left the Stone Sword Cave and walked toward the Bronze Sword Cave. Since the illusory beast shadow helped him understand the text on the stone sword, then look at the Bronze Sword.

It's a pity that after wandering in the Bronze Sword Cave for a long time, the phantom of the fierce beast followed him, and no spiritual fluctuations were transmitted.

Is it an accident to become a stone sword?

At this time, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered the beast tide a few years ago. The blue water and green lotus came under the control of the old tortoise. The horned python and Bi Fangniao were purely to attack the human Thaksin, and the blue water and green lotus ginseng came in. Not necessarily anymore.

Legacy!

The clear water and green lotus are also for the legacy!

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo left the Tongjian Cave, first returned to the stone room where he was temporarily staying, and sat on the stone bed in silence.

His original intention of coming to the Heritage Site was to see how the poison pills and armor he prepared. As for the remains, he was not in a hurry, but after three days of mental exhaustion, his spirit was still in a state of fatigue.

In the spiritual world, the cyan light on the quasi-prime spirit is slightly dim, and the Xuankong armor floating above is also a little dim. The quasi-prime spirit is the manifestation of his soul, which is regarded as the external manifestation of the soul, but the primordial spirit cannot replace it. soul.

Of course, if the primordial spirit is destroyed, the martial artist will be the living dead. After the primordial spirit appears, it can be regarded as the center of the soul.

At this time, the fatigue of his body came from the depths of his soul.

Within a single thought, ripples in the spiritual world manifested, and the Mingwen that appeared in the stone sword before appeared. At this moment, the Mingwen that appeared to him was more and more like an irregular turtle shell.

Hum!

Then, a small sword appeared in the spiritual world, trying to portray this underworld on Xuankong Jia. According to his speculation, once this rune was extended on Xuankong Jia,

Carving another tortoise shell on the tortoise shell, plus the main material of the Xuankong Carapace was made by the tortoise shell, and Xia Tuo's movements did not wait much.

Suddenly, in the spiritual world, the quasi-prime spirit held the Xuankong Jia in one hand and the small sword in the other. When it fell on the Xuankong Jia, the spiritual power in the spiritual world was suddenly moved and gathered on the small sword. It requires mental power as a pen and ink.

The portrayal of Mingwen completely disturbed Xia Tuo's spiritual world, and at the same time, from the tumbling mental power, the gloomy world of large water emerged, the whole body black and green, and the four-legged Xuan Ming.

The evolution of this kind of vision consumes mental power very quickly. His spiritual world is a big lake. At this moment, the water of the lake is rapidly declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The condensing of mental power is the same, Xia Tuo did not stop at this moment.

He has crossed the threshold of the law, and then it is time to transform the soul. The appearance of Mingwen may not be an opportunity. If it is not, he will not lose. He should add a tortoise shell to his soul.

Next to the stone bed, the illusory beast shadow tilted his head and looked at Xia Tuo, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and a clear color suddenly appeared.

"Min~"

"Xuanming~~"

"Northern Xuanming, mend the sky~~"

...

For a moment, in the empty eyes of the phantom, the color of his thoughts became more and more flying.

This scene attracted Qiao'er's attention. Although the phantom seemed harmless to Xia Tuo, he had to guard against it, so when he saw Xia Tuo practicing, Qiao'er acted as a protector for Uncle Uncle.

Om~!

At this moment, Qiao'er's eyebrows lit up with a ray of purple light. In the purple light, a purple light like a loach wandered, and began to outline a god shape, which soon turned into a winged body and a double dragon foot. .

"Small, what's wrong."

The Jumang god pattern flickered, and a whining voice came. For the nanny who had chosen for himself before the death of Jumang in the 9th generation, apart from Xia Tuo, the closest person in the tribe was Qiao'er.

"I'm going to reinforce it, a living innate soul."

"Qiao'er is going to kill him, he wants to seize Atuo!"

In the next moment, it exploded.

The purple light on the center of Qiao'er's eyebrows was dazzling, turning into a round of purple sun, and there was a scream.

"Quick! Kill it!"

At the same moment, the illusory animal shadow looked at Qiao'er, especially the purple light in Qiao'er's eyebrows, and his eyes became brighter.

"Ju~~Jumang~~~"

"Don't be close, you can't know me, do you know who you want to take away? It's the old...little brother of this man!"

At this moment, Wuwu naturally reacted, the innate true soul didn't mean to take the house, otherwise the guy Xia Tuo would have slashed with the sword.

"Jumang~"

"What the hell are you?"

Huo trapped in the purple light between Qiao'er's eyebrows, only the size of a palm, could not leave the purple light range.

"Chenghuang's body, blue bird's wings, and head are a bit like an enlightened beast. What are you?"

Woo squinted her small eyes and looked at the illusory figure with interest in her eyes.

"Hey, it seems to have amnesia, which is great."

"You~ you know me?"

Regarding Xu Ying’s question, Wu Wu nodded, pondered for a while, and said: "Well~~You are a yellow beast, don’t you remember?"

Hearing the sound, the ghost shook his head. It really didn't remember. The pictures in the memory were few and most of them were muddled and muddled, subconsciously following the beast in this wasteland.

Of course, before meeting Xia Tuo, it had been eating meat soup in the Heritage Mountains in recent years.

"Yes, you are riding a yellow beast."

"Cheng Huang~"

Thoughts were revealed in the eyes of the virtual shadow, and it was a long time before she made a sound.

"I'm Chenghuang."

Wuwu has already seen it, this is a bunch of several innate true souls gathered together, but it is really rare to see innate true souls on the wasteland, and it is even rarer to exist after such a long time.

Multiplying yellow is one of the innate true spirits, with a white body and a sharp horn on its back, which can increase life span by 2,000 years.

Obviously, this gangster is gone, the horns on his back are gone, and it has become a soul body, but I don't know if riding a horse is good fortune.

Wuwu thinks it must be gone. There is no good thing to increase longevity without the chrysanthemum crisis, but you can encourage Xia Tuo to try it and sit for an extra 2,000 years. Where can you find this good thing, just sit down and go.

Succeeded in turning a mixed innate true soul, Wu Wu was very happy.

Although he didn't know the effect of leaving it, Atuo was educated. No matter how useful or useless, he pulled his own home first. Daxia is so big, a group of horses are released, and a group of horses are also rushed. Isn't it just a bit of a mouthful?

After some exchanges, Wuwu finally determined that the memory of the yellow riding was really gone, and he could feel relieved.

...

Xia Tuo was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, and the spiritual power in the spiritual world was rapidly consumed, but the Mingwen on Xuankong Jia only drew a small point, and he could not stop to recuperate.

He found that such a sharp consumption of mental power also had some benefits for his mental diligence.

...

Xia Tuo, who came back to his senses, opened his eyes and saw Wu Wu, but he was not surprised. As a high priest, Qiao'er could summon a totem.

It's next to my own phantom. By the way, it's called Chenghuang now. It's really an innate soul. But this way, it should have been severely beaten by the Great Desolation. In the end, I even forgot my memory. I can only drift instinctively. Gone.

Then, he rested for a few days in the hidden place, put away the leather armor and poison pellets he had made, tearing the space and heading to Lingzhou.

...

The central hall of Lingzhou Daying.

"God, I brought the animal skin armor, but there are only one hundred thousand sets, and there are more than two hundred thousand soldiers gathered in each way. You see how to distribute it."

Sitting on the main seat, Xia Tuo looked at the Lord Haohai and you Zhenjiang sitting below.

"According to what the clan owner said earlier, choose the winner to change clothes."

Hao Haishen General did not delay, and said aloud that although the various war soldiers came to Lingzhou not long ago, they have been formed for eight or nine years. The ones that should be run-in have long been run-in. If you want to choose the winner, only those with real swords and guns dry.