The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Li Ling Palace, although it was thought of on a whim, but for today's Da Xia, it is also at the right time. There is a Hou Bu without even a little background, which is nothing.

The background can also enrich the luck of the clan.

Some big clans, even if they are temporarily in decline for hundreds of thousands of years, but once talented clansmen are born, they will immediately flourish again, relying on the training of a dragon with sufficient foundation, perfect martial arts, and well-prepared heaven and earth spiritual objects. aisle.

A true strong clan relies on a steady stream of talented people, perfect martial arts and resource supplements. A tribe can be born with a great opportunity, and even be promoted to the Marquis or even the Royal Clan in one fell swoop.

But what is needed next is to fight steadily and replenish the shortcomings step by step. Of course, if the offspring can continuously give birth to young talents, the stamina will be even greater.

A tribe with insufficient foundations, even if it is a domain of prestige, will only be a flash in the pan in the end.

As a new born Da Xia, he gained the benefits of back-feeding the frontier fate. In addition, the frontier fate did not have large tribes for many years, so there were not too many disputes about the region’s fate. In a short period of time, there will be so many powerful people in the world.

Handing the Spirit Palace to Fat Brother to take care of it is also a coincidence. After all, Fat Brother's eyes are not the right thing to enrich the treasure house of the Spirit Palace.

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Under the night, on the inner city wall, beast fire leaped, and the entire Daxia city was still brightly lit. There were many warriors on the stone path, facing the middle section of Zhongzhou Street in the center, with a huge monster body lying down, attracting the surrounding figures to stop. Wait and see.

Among the people who stopped, some of them attracted attention. They were all wearing uniform black robes, embroidered with totem patterns on their chests, some were white with beards and hair, and some were young people with different strengths.

These are the tribesmen selected from various cities in Daxia to visit the monster body. Everyone has some reputation, either as a farmer, or a witch doctor, or a filial son next door, or a tribe who saved the dead and healed the wounded.

On the head of the city, Xia Tuo's gaze crossed the void and fell on these people. He nodded slightly as he watched the burst of gleam in their eyes.

This kind of action is very effective in cultivating the sense of glory of the ethnic group. Daxia is different from other Hou tribes. It contains hundreds of rivers, annexes all tribes, and has hundreds of thousands of people. It is not enough to rely on the name of Daxia. The Xia people develop a sense of glory for Daxia.

The glory of being a Daxia is also a sense of belonging.

These selected people visited the bones of Yaohou and returned to their hometowns. They were a banner and set an example for their hometowns.

"Husband."

Under the moonlight, the figure of Jian Li was fluttering, and the long skirt fluttered down from the sky.

At this moment, the swordsman's edge reappeared, and the cold air was released. This was because of the cultivation of the cold ice sword bone.

After the sword fell, he nestled next to Xia Tuo, did not speak much, and quietly watched the traffic of lights in the city.

"This time I have a chance to go out. The tempering of the battle bones has passed the first stage, but it is a pity that the mighty power of the tempered place has disappeared, otherwise your sword bones can be tempered."

"There are definite chances."

Jian Lian raised his head and gave Xia Tuo a white look. It was pretty good if he could get good luck. What else was greedy.

"But fortunately, the chances in the Dragon Mansion are sufficient. The ice spirit orb is estimated to be transformed in a few decades, but it is a pity that no swordsmanship is found."

"The heavens and the earth are hard to find, there is nothing to be satisfied if you can find one."

In contrast, Jian Lian can be seen clearly. She already has the bloodline of ice in her body, and building a world of ice is considered to be in line with her own way. As for the spiritual objects that are in line with swordsmanship, they can be found as long as they can be found.

"Next, I am going to retreat and raise my strength to complete the first stage, and even in the second stage, you still need to protect me by the side."

"it is good."

Under the curtain of night, the two figures floated away. They hugged each other in the sleeping hall and rested for one night. The next morning, the couple and Xia Tuo appeared on the top of Tianlu Mountain in the morning.

Compared with other strong fighters in the realm, fighting his own battle body step by step, and then it is a matter of course. The small worlds are tempered one after another. Xia Tuo breaks the boundaries of the battle body first and makes his battle body stronger. , In turn quickly temper the small world.

This kind of practice also exists in the wasteland, but there are not many, and the further the state is, the more difficult it is to walk.

Here Xia Tuo began to improve his realm, the same fat brother also began to retreat in Qianyagu, this time in the Dragon Mansion, no matter it was him, Xia Tuo, and the old gods, they all received a lot of baptism.

Compared with the physical promotion of him and Xia Tuo, the old god is a further transformation of the decayed bloodline. Although no substantial improvement can be seen, the lifespan has increased due to the recurrence of flesh and blood.

In the Thousand Cliffs Valley, in a cave, Fatty sits cross-legged on a stone platform that was temporarily split, his small axe is flat on his knees, his whole body is flowing with light.

Around the cave, wisps of spiritual energy drew from the cracks and holes in the rocks everywhere, and gathered on his body.

The Fat Master’s method of fighting body training is called perfect round fighting body. Don’t look at the chubby tufts, how can the flesh grow in vain? It's all condensed blood.

The so-called workman must first sharpen his tools if he wants to do his job well. Fat brother naturally understands that he must strike while the iron is hot, raise his own strength, and then go outside to fish for treasures and enrich the spiritual palace.

For a time, under the command of the Daxia clan, the top powerhouses were in retreat, Qiaoer was in the ancestral land, and the snail ran to the Nether Blood Mountain of Zhurongyu.

In the Nether Blood Cave Mansion, the cold breath is permeated. The spiral disk sits in the center of the blood pool. A phantom four-winged evil python surrounds his body. It is synchronized with his own breathing. Each breath will cause the airflow in the cave mansion. move.

While breathing, the illusory four-winged evil python gradually began to condense, and the whole body was covered with wrinkles, like a bloated body that had been thinned down all of a sudden, and the body surface was piled up, without a piece of scales or limbs. The fleshy wings are dark.

The four-winged evil python uttered a low growl, then opened his eyes, a pair of eyes exuding ice-cold, the aura is the same as that of the snail.

Hum!

The next moment, the evil python's body is illusory, drilled towards the witch mark on the center of the eyebrows, and in an instant there was a roar, like the sound of the sound, the aura of the conch seemed to stagnate at this moment.

A bright black light burst out from the witch print on the center of his eyebrows, and his primordial spirit was completely integrated with the wicked soul, tearing the world of witch print.

Sorcerers and martial artists are different in cultivating in the realm. The witchcraft world of witches is developed from the witch seal. The world created by warriors tends to be the world of flesh and blood, while the witches tend to be a spiritual world.

Of course, the two will eventually reach the same goal by different paths. When the martial artist reaches the fifth step of the realm, the witch reaches the fifth stage of the witch saint, and both have to transform into the only real world.

At this moment, the rotten aura was permeated in the witch print of the snail eyebrows, a drop of black ink burst out of black light, and then it seemed as if a cloud of black mist exploded. Rotten, open a void space in the witch seal.

This is an essential difference from when the witch seal was first concluded, the space where the fate soul was located, which could touch the margins, but at the beginning, where the fate was in the witch seal, the soul power could spread infinitely as long as it spread enough.

Hum!

After the evil python propped up the wizard world, the body burst into black light, and the long body curled up, gradually shrinking, and finally turned into a mark like a rune, suspended in the center of the wizard world, shining like stars world.

Then, in one thought, several auras appeared in the world, a copper lamp, a dark golden gu worm, a half-destroyed wooden boat, and a bone dagger full of cracks.

After successfully opening up the world of wizardry, the aura on the snail body was ups and downs, and it gradually eased after a long time.

...

Daxia ancestral land, Wangu Mountain.

In the original nine-layered stone hall, Qiao'er was sitting on the stone platform with her bright white jade hand resting her chin, a ball of bright light flickered on the center of her eyebrows, and the witch print was spinning like stars. , The witch seal is about to be completely knitted inside.

"Rhubarb, you said I want you to connect your fate line to a female rhubarb, you say it's fun."

On the stone table, Zhu Wei, who was like a white-haired monkey, opened one eye, took a look at Qiao'er, and then closed it again.

bored!

Seeing Rhubarb ignored her, Qiao'er sighed, spread her jade hand, and the sky lantern of fate appeared.

The lamp oil and lamp twist of the sky lantern are about to be exhausted. Fortunately, the lamp twist is fortunate to say that with the fate of the eternal silkworm, the spit out of the silk can be twisted into the lamp twist, but the lamp oil is difficult to do.

"Rhubarb, I will take you out for a tour."

Zhu Wei didn't even raise his eyes this time, turned his back to Qiao'er.

Qiao'er frowned slightly, and the witch print on the center of her eyebrows slowly turned like a star, exuding a mysterious and mysterious coercion. She was originally in retreat, but she suddenly woke up for some reason, and suddenly felt a sense of quietness and thought.

For cultivators, every thought may not come from plainly, and Qiao'er is also a little puzzled, why did she have such thoughts.

However, since her small world of witchcraft has not been completed yet, she has not left the clan.

As a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, Destiny's Celestial Silkworm has abnormal spirituality. After being controlled by her, it voluntarily swallows the spirit silk to construct a small world of witchcraft.

But after the thought of Jingji thinking about moving came out, Qiaoer felt that she was no longer in a retreat. Once she fell silent, she would be disturbed by this thought.

She practiced the Great Way of Destiny, but she was the only one who could not calculate it for herself.

"What the hell is it?"

"Could it be that old white deer?"

With her crystal-clear forehead, Qiao'er put her chin in her hands and pondered.

"Forget it, let's see if Uncle A has left the customs, and ask him what to do."

...

On the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo's body uttered a roar, like a big wave rolling, in every small world, there are black and yellow waves rising and rolling, connecting 36 heavenly veins and 72 small worlds.

The congenital soil has turned into tens of thousands of black and yellow auras, so that every small world is covered with a muddy barrier, exuding a heavy and reckless feeling.

After the transformation of all the small worlds is completed, the blood qi in the body begins to transform towards the power of the world in the small world. The thickness and vitality of the congenital soil begin to baptize the flesh and blood of the whole body from the inside out. Every time the black air current washes, it will make Xia Tuo's body. Produce a heavy tingling feeling.

ps one more night

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