The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Sitting in the old Shen Hou Dong Mansion, Xia Tuo's breath completely fell silent. This could be regarded as one of the most stable places in the entire northwest. Naturally, there was no need to worry about anyone coming to destroy it.

Although the quasi soul has been touched by transformation, it is really not easy to find the time and space between reality and illusion for a while.

In the spiritual world, Xia Tuo's Zhun Yuanshen frowned, and the deity made the same changes. After practicing to the current realm, the condensing of will naturally goes without saying.

For example, this time he launched an offensive against the Yaozu, contrary to his previous principles of heart, he made a decision in just a few days, and executed it without the slightest indecision.

In the end, with mental arithmetic and unintentional, coupled with the rampant demon clan, this scheme was successfully completed, killing millions of demon clan, at least in a short time, the demon clan in the middle region wanted to mobilize so many demon soldiers, it was somewhat difficult.

After half a day, Xia Tuo has adjusted himself to the best condition, expelled all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and began to go all out for the transformation of the soul.

All the breath on the body was suppressed to the lowest level, and the spiritual thoughts converged in the spiritual world, and began to wander into nothingness, looking for a way to enter the illusory divine fire time and space.

According to the old god Hou, the illusory time and space that spawned the sky fire was originally derived from the will of the sky and the earth, and used to test the cultivation of the living beings.

The mysterious place in this world is far beyond the imagination of the martial artist. Even the heaven and the human dare not say that they have exhausted all the places of good fortune between the heaven and the earth, unless they find the legendary Bai Ze, perhaps they can make it clear.

The soul is the most mysterious place of the human race. It can be said that all the emotions and desires have souls, and the soul is also the most real place of warriors.

On the second day, Xia Tuo, who had been silent for a night, felt a faint fluctuation in the depths of his soul, like a ripple. He touched a position of the ripple, causing the ripple to collide with his soul.

In the spiritual world, ripples arise out of thin air, turning into waves, and an ancient stone gate slowly emerges in the illusion. The ancient stone gate is covered with mottled, flowing the breath of ancient vicissitudes.

For a time, in Xia Tuo's feeling, the ancient Shimen seemed to be real.

At this moment, he had a clear understanding. No wonder he hadn't noticed the opportunity for the transformation of the soul before. Feelings are a natural opportunity and need to be touched by the warrior himself at a certain moment.

Undoubtedly, he had a good chance, without too many twists and turns, he sensed the mysterious illusory sky fire stone gate.

The ancient stone gate was engraved with runes that he didn't understand. There was light flowing, but he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of energy. The next moment, Xia Tuo stepped, and the quasi-prime spirit walked in the direction of the stone gate, submerged in the light. Among.

Without the imaginary fluctuations, Shimen was gently pushed open, Xia Tuo stepped among them, and saw a dark, silent, ancient and lonely world.

The sky and the earth are extremely empty, endless, and there is haze in the hazy mist, and occasionally a faint light of aura shines in the depths of the dense fog.

Some of these lights are souls that have been burned. The old god Hou said before that when you encounter this kind of burning light, you should avoid them. These are unlucky ghosts. They entered the illusory world to search for the sacred fire. In the end, they lighted themselves and set themselves on fire.

The quasi-prime spirit ignited by the sacred fire must be full of panic, because the soul has been burnt to varying degrees, and may become very evil and cruel.

After stepping into the ground, Xia Tuo looked back and saw the Shimen he had just entered, hanging high three feet above the ground, standing quietly.

Then, he saw scattered decayed bones and some shriveled branches on the ground. Besides, he looked around and saw that the earth was flat and thick with fog.

Generally speaking, as long as they are not particularly unlucky warriors, most of the warriors who have cultivated to the peak of the manifested sacred realm and began to transform into the primordial spirit, as long as they sense the illusory world of sacred fire, they can continue to enter here to light the sacred fire until they have completely transformed into the primordial soul. God.

It takes chance to enter here to light the sacred fire. Some of the sacred fires fall from the sky, and some are derived from the ground. It depends on whether you can touch them.

At this moment, Xia Tuo looked left and right, left and right were incomparably desolate, with no vitality, and then moved towards him towards the distance. The hanging stone gate behind him, watching him move forward, also fell a hundred meters away. Then, it looked weird.

...

Tianhou Mountain, Shenhou Dongfu, the old Shenhou sensed the silence of Xia Tuo's body, and the breath of ancient vicissitudes flowing throughout his body, turned his head and left.

It can be seen that Xia Tuo's quasi soul has entered the Divine Fire Realm. When the Divine Fire is found next, it depends on chance. Maybe three days and five days, maybe a year and a half, or decades.

Of course, it’s not the saddest thing to find the sacred fire for decades. The saddest thing is that it was finally found, and the burned soul was scattered. Many times, some big clans’ powerful masters in the sacred realm stayed in isolation for dozens of hundreds of years. , When it comes out, you will find that you are dead.

I don’t know when I died.

"Master, the Yin Qi of the Falling Wind Wasteland has spread to a radius of 30,000 miles. The previous estimate is a bit small. According to the current speed of the Yin Qi diffusion, after the Yin Qi is completely volatilized, the earth has a radius of more than 200,000 miles. Will be affected."

Xun Fenghou appeared in Tianhou Mountain and wanted to find Xia Tuo, but the old god Hou told Xia Tuo to retreat.

"It is estimated that Tianhou Mountain will be touched."

"Everything in the world, one drink and one peck, all have a fixed number. We have destroyed the demon clan's millions of demon soldiers, several supernatural powers, and scared away the demon prince, some price still has to be paid."

The old god Hou sighed slightly. He was used to being cautious all his life. After all, his practice of this generation was shrouded by the impact of the Jiufeng monster clan. When the previous generation of Tianhou Mountain God was there, he followed the teacher against Jiufeng Yaozu.

"How many tribes are running out?"

After pondering for a moment, the old god said.

Hearing the sound, Xun Fenghou's expression stagnated, and there were still human tribes living around Luofeng Wasteland, but to ensure that the monsters were not detected, these tribes had not been evacuated before.

Then there was a wrong estimate of the power of Yin Qi exploding. Now Yin Qi spreads too fast, and the tribes close to Luofeng Wasteland can no longer withdraw.

"It hasn't been withdrawn. It is roughly estimated that hundreds of tribes large and small have been affected by Yin Qi. Most of them are inferior tribes, more than a dozen medium tribes, and no superior tribes."

Speaking of this, Xun Fenghou muttered: "Master, this time so many tribes have been abused by demons, and Da Xia coincides with the situation that it will carry the general trend of northwestern air luck. I am afraid that the grievances of so many fallen tribesmen will fall. It's on Daxia."

"Since Daxia wants to gain a foothold in the northwest, some responsibilities need to be undertaken."

Then, the voice changed, and the old god Hou asked: "Where did the tribe withdraw?"

"There are still 30,000 li from the south of Tianhou Mountain. I have already escaped from the scope of Yin Qi impact, so the pace has slowed down a bit, mainly because the women and children of the junior clan and some wounded soldiers can't bear it."

"I heard that Daxia has a Xia Pavilion, and how many pavilions have been set up to deal with family affairs?"

"Yes."

Hearing the sound, the old Shenhou nodded and said in deep thought: "I think Xia Pavilion is indeed a very good system. Even if Xia Tuo is not the clan leader, as long as Xia Pavilion is there, the tribe can operate stably.

That being the case, now that Daxia already has the righteousness of the Alliance Lord elected by the northwestern parts, how to do the rest is clear."

After speaking, the old god Hou waved his hand and turned towards a quiet valley in the mountains. A large part of the northwest has risen, which can bear the responsibility of the human race, and he can finally rest.

Looking at the old Shenhou's back, Xun Fenghou was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, it seemed that Master was letting go.

Fortunately, for thousands of years, Master has been too tired.

After pondering for a moment, Xun Fenghou turned and walked away. Now Xia Tuo is in retreat, naturally, several big pavilions will take care of things in the clan.

After all, following the two battles of Qi Luck and Killing Demons, Da Xia has become the Alliance Master of the Northwestern parts in name. Judging from the knowledge of Xia Tuo over the past few decades, Xia Tuo is very uncomfortable with this so-called Alliance Lord. The alliance master is just a nominal co-master, and what Daxia wants is the actual boss.

...

Luoling Mountain.

The mountain camp is continuous, and the breath is a bit chaotic. For a group of people who fled in panic, it is not easy to be able to rest, and there is no extravagant desire.

In a big tent in the big camp, several figures were sitting, the top position was empty.

"It's very simple. In a word, one of the tribe leaders now counts as one, and they can't be put back. Once they return to their tribe, it's not easy to recall them."

Fat brother's voice sounded.

At this moment, in addition to Daxia's few Gefu, there are Qiaoer and Conch.

"The old man agrees with Pang Fu Gefu."

Haohaishen said not much.

Xun Fenghou looked at it and nodded, and then said: "The clan leader is in retreat in Tianhou Mountain. I don't know how long it will take to leave the customs. Let's temporarily migrate to the city under Tianhou Mountain. Please come to Tianhou Mountain."

"agree!"

"agree."

Several people in the account nodded one after another, and Xia Tuo did so before leaving the customs.

...

Shenhuo world.

Buzzing!

On the desolate ground, Xia Tuo squatted on the ground. In front of him was a dead wood that was as thick as a human thigh, and in his hand was a slightly pointed baby's arm that was three feet long.

Yes, he is digging through wood to make fire.

This world is very fantasy. It is obviously an illusory world, but there are real objects. After cruising in it for a long time, except for avoiding a soul-burning unlucky ghost, he did not see any magical fire.

This is not a good idea, he remembered such a way, can Shenhuo use it himself?

Drilling wood to make fire, whether it is in the past life or in this world, is almost a myth, especially in the past life. In ancient legends, fire is a god that can be controlled by the gods. The human race was born because of fire. civilization.

Fire is also the source of civilization.

According to the development of the wasteland, the ancient myth is more real.

In that case, he would try, if not, he would look for the falling sacred fire again.