The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Summer park.

Xia Tuo sits under a sapphire tree. The blood flow in his body turns. In the depths of the battle body, 72 small worlds are deposited between flesh and blood. The surface of the world's barriers is heavily folds and gullies, and the flesh and blood are fused together. Rhyme flow.

This time, with the help of Jian Li's bloodline, the battle bones in his body were tempered to 117 yuan. Although the area of ​​the 72 small worlds has not expanded, it is ten times stronger than before.

The second step of the cultivation of the ground-breaking realm is a process of transforming from the prototype of the world to the real world. What is considered to be the real world? Only the world can be like the wasteland outside and can allow the living beings to survive.

In his small world, the vitality is flowing, and the congenital soil is like a spring of the same origin, constantly swallowing vitality, but vitality is not life.

The good fortune originating from the congenital soil is manifesting. In the seventy-two small worlds, there is a layer of faint yellow particles, as small as dust, falling towards the bottom of the small world.

Rumor has it that the soil can continue to derive, and it is the source of soil derivation. This moment is confirmed.

In one of the small worlds, the falling soil has gathered into a small mound the size of a foot, and the soil is full of vitality.

Of course, the transformation of the soil requires spiritual support. In order to maintain the transformation of the small world, the realm strong must continue to refine the spiritual crystals, replenish energy for the small world, and then allow the small world to gradually expand.

The expansion of the small world can deliberately retreat to practice, and it can also expand over time. These vary from person to person, but many warriors, at this level, will choose to flow slowly and slowly.

After all, impulse is the devil.

Once there is a problem in the small world, it will explode, explode by itself, and can't run.

I don't know what other people's small worlds are, but Xia Tuo's own small world is slowly expanding, and the congenital soil is letting the world derive land.

After getting the Frost Rune, Jian Lian naturally chose to retreat and promote Xia Tuo, who didn't need to worry about family affairs, and began to cultivate to the life and death of the three-eyed human race.

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Desolate southwestern region.

In the ancient mountains and forests, the vegetation is vast, and the mountains are filled with mist, and there is not much miasma.

It is tens of thousands of miles away from the southwestern border of the wasteland. In fact, there is no clear concept of the boundary between the west and the south of the wasteland.

Today's boundaries were set during the Chiming era. In the Longhan era, a large part of the southwestern land has not been cultivated.

Woooo~

In the ancient forest, I remembered the sound of the desolate horn, a weird roar sounded amidst the whimper, and the silhouettes in the old forest shuttled in the same direction.

In the depths of the jungle, old vines are hanging down, ancient woods are strong, old trees are rooted, and an ancient altar with weathered surface is coiled by many roots and vines.

Around the altar, priests wearing large beast robes, painted crooked blood runes, and heads with large horns on their heads constantly made obscure voices.

Roar~

Ha~

People rushing from all directions walked through the figure of the priest and came to the altar. With the smooth bone dagger polished in their hands, they cut their foreheads, and blood dripped on the runes above the altar.

These figures are all wearing simple animal robes, and their faces are painted with the appearance of ghosts and monsters. Their eyes are full of enthusiasm, allowing blood to drip on the altar.

The rise of the altar lifted up a bloody mist and began to surround the surroundings. The priest beside him became even more enthusiastic, took out the bone dagger, and pierced it toward his heart.

When he fell, there was a figure showing reverence in his eyes, holding up the priest's body and placing it on the altar.

"Eternal Life~"

"Eternal Life~"

"Return to the embrace of the earth."

...

At this moment, on a tall ancient tree in the distance, a yellow-green old monkey squatted coldly at the scene below.

Hum!

The ancient altar poured with blood, this moment is really awakened,

The blood flame burned, burning and distorting the void three feet above, and when the blood mist gathered, a slightly distorted picture was opened.

It was a full-body blood-colored figure, with empty eyes like a ghostly ghost prison, swallowing rising blood, and the blood sacrificed by the figure outside the altar was swallowed up.

When the golden wuxi fell, the old forest gradually became quiet, and the figures surrounding the altar had already been lying on the ground, everything turned into a corpse.

However, there was a sense of excitement and hope on everyone's face, and they really thought that they had gained eternal life.

Hum!

The old monkey sitting on the tree protruded his palm, like an altar covered in dust on the ground, rising from the sky, gradually shrinking back into his palm.

The surface of the shrunken altar was filled with blood, and the old monkey put it in front of his eyes and sucked suddenly. In an instant, a torrent of blood appeared on the altar and was swallowed by him.

After inhaling the blood, there was an intoxicating aura on his face, a heavy glow of blood floated on his body, his breath flickered, and it lasted for more than ten breaths before it gradually fell.

After doing all this, the old ape leaned on the tree trunk, squinting.

"After chasing me for so long, I miss a man."

The hoarse voice sounded and spread throughout Lao Lin, and a sorrowful smile flashed across the old monkey's face.

After speaking, a stone plate with missing horns appeared in his big hand, with silver light gleaming and demonic spirit blooming, and there was no figure on the trunk.

Almost instantly, the enchanting aura appeared, and the figure of Venerable Wannu came from a distance, saw the dry bones all over the ground, stomped his feet severely, and ran away.

The old monkey has a lot of ways to escape.

Her eyes fell on the bones below. These figures were slightly taller than the other human races in Bianhuang, and had a stronger physique. The weapons and tools in her hand were all bone swords and arrows.

These are the savages living in the wild and ancient land, and they also have the blood of the human race, but for some reason they hardly go out of the forest and go outside.

Counting the bones lying on the ground, there were about a thousand or two hundred people. Venerable Wannu's eyes flashed, and murderous intent appeared.

Although Xianghou is a strong person in the world, he was severely injured in the past and left scars, so he needs to make up for his scars every once in a while.

I also blame this old monkey for having enough chance to get an altar in the wild and ancient land. This altar charms people and draws the blood of the sacrifice.

The blood of a willing sacrifice is more gentle than the blood of direct plunder, and it is very generous to the wound.

However, the vitality of more than a thousand barbarians can't sustain Xianghou's injuries for long, and Xianghou will continue to take action when that time comes.

Hum!

The jade hand stretched out gently, and the oracle bone order appeared in his hand. Venerable Wannu thrust into it. Suddenly the oracle bone caused the runes on the surface to appear, turning into a halo around the outside, and the runes turned on and rotated. Bumped away from nothingness and disappeared in the dark.

After doing all this, she also disappeared in the ancient forest.

...

Hum!

In Daxia City, Xia Garden, Xia Tuo, who was cultivating, was shining brightly, and the Oracle Bone Token flew out automatically, revealing a halo composed of runes.

Waking up from the silence, Xia Tuo grabbed the Oracle Bone Order and heard the voice from Venerable Wan Nu.

Containing his breath, his figure disappeared in the summer garden.

Nowadays, the development of the clan has nothing to do with him. It just happened to solve the problem of the slave hall, and let's see if we can get some population from outside the territory.

The border shortage was too short of population, which slowed the speed of Daxia's improvement of clan power.

Of course, if you can take down the slave hall, there will be many benefits.

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Desolate southwestern region.

Especially near the southwest, the mountains and plains are continuous, and the boundary line between the border wasteland and the wild ancient land is not obvious. From the northwest across the border waste west, the sights you can see along the way are similar to those in the northern region, desolate and desolate. Uninhabited.

There are a million li in the fertile field, sparsely populated, and some traces of ruins left by large tribes can still be seen vaguely.

"I thought you would shirk again."

In the unknown mountains, Venerable Wan Nu was enveloped in lavender air, his legs were not stranded, and his graceful body appeared before Xia Tuo's eyes.

"Xia has always promised."

Xia Tuo looked at Venerable Wannu and said in a deep voice, "Since I have said it, I will do it."

His eyes circulated on Xia Tuo's body, and Venerable Wannu dazzled his eyes and said, "I tracked the Xianghou earlier, but unfortunately he ran away first. There should be a magic weapon in his hand.

However, his old injuries have relapsed and he needs to draw blood to heal his injuries, so he will definitely show up again.

Don't take advantage of this opportunity to find him, once he suppresses the injury, I am afraid that he will have to search for dozens of hundreds of years."

Xia Tuo had never seen the elder monkey monkey in the Slave Hall of Youyingyu, and his strength was in the second step, but he didn't know how he compared to himself.

He hasn't played a good game since he was promoted to the realm.

"There are other clues to the monkey."

"This guy has an ancient altar in his hand that can draw the blood of the barbarians. He will inevitably look for the barbarian tribe in the wild to confuse."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo shook his head slightly, the barbaric land was gone, and the barbarian tribes were extremely secretive, and it was difficult to find them.

At this point, he asked, "Is the place where his blood sacrifice was still there, but is there any energy left by him?"

"Yes, you have a secret method to track your breath?"

Venerable Wannu's eyes lit up.

Xia Tuo took out the psychic skeleton, and did not enter a thought, but it was a pity that this king of formation had a defect, and it seemed that he could only be on his legs.

Then, Xia Tuo returned to the tribe and recruited the snails.

A group of three people appeared at the place where the barbarians who had previously met the monkey blood sacrifices. The corpses had been destroyed by the beasts, but fortunately there were still some remaining.

Conch has been promoted to the witch saint, looking for a second-step warrior in the realm, and has a certain degree of certainty. For the curse witch, as long as a ray of energy is revealed, they can bite like a tarsal maggot. put.