The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The three million migrants who came out of Daxia City attracted many people to join when they passed through the various realms. People from all over the world heard that the migrants were heading to the new capital city, not even the land. , To follow the clan leader.

Just when crossing the Wangu Road, the migrating tribes skyrocketed from three million to five million. This is still limited by the various cities and cities. For this reason, Xia Tuo had to order that the people of the various ethnic groups were not allowed to follow the migration. .

Of course, this order can't stop the people of the shadow follower, and follow the master of the clan. What is the spiritual field, you have to follow it if you steal it.

For this reason, Xia Tuo could only allow the clan guard to clear the way in front of the city, so as not to cause turmoil in the city.

A large number of women and children migrated with them, even if there were chariots and beasts, sometimes they had to stop and set up camp. When they left the city, the team stretched for more than ten miles.

A year later, the team has reached a hundred miles away.

In a year's time, the team has appeared on the west side of the Saint King Mountain Range, in the south of the Qingyang Road Region. Over the past few hundred years, the appearance of this area has not changed much, nor is it a gathering place for towns and cities. paradise.

When the Golden Woo went west, the car was turned into a camp, and the Daxia soldiers turned the place that stretched for more than 100 miles back and forth into a camp. Make a stove, mix the spirit rice and bacon with it and cook.

The reason why the team stopped was naturally the clan leader Xia Tuo’s intention. He wanted to find something here. The Jiao clan said that the mocking wind stele was hidden in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, and he wanted to find it. Look.

It just depends on the miracle of this mocking wind stele. This determines his next plan, and also determines whether the Jiao clan sacrifice will live longer or die faster.

From the beginning, he was still not a good person. Of course, if he was a good person, Daxia would not be able to get there.

After hundreds of years of integration, his thinking has also incorporated some of the emotions of the Great Wilderness. Through the years, killing has always been the mainstream here and the easiest way to solve the problem.

Golden Crow swayed three legs and quickly disappeared into the sky. As night fell, the campsite stretching for hundreds of miles was still very noisy. There was a low hill in the center of the campsite, and Xia Tuo's car was here.

Migrating out is naturally better than being in the city. Moreover, Xia Tuo is not the kind of person who is spoiled. If he has the conditions, he will naturally make it more comfortable. At the moment, there are no conditions and he will not have to deliberately buy it.

The canopy on the previous chariot was once again covered, turning the chariot into a mobile palace. In the hall, Xia Tuo sat on the top, and above the wooden table in front of him, there was a purple shining Tianlu Mountain suspended.

Tianlu Mountain is three feet in size, and the whole body is purple and deep. There is a cloud of purple air on the top of the mountain. The purple light rushes out from the ocean and traverses the sky. It is shining under the night, visible from far and near.

On Tianlu Mountain, an old tortoise with the size of a palm lying on the plate, migrating to the clan, he is the most dangerous. For this reason, he turned into a real body and directly shrank on Tianlu Mountain so as not to leak his breath.

In the hall, there are only two figures, Qiao'er sitting on the wooden chair below, the world of witch prints on the center of her eyebrows exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

The hall is very quiet, Xia Tuo's mind is communicating with the old dragon of the earth veins, since the mocking wind stele is hidden deep underground, the old dragon needs to take a look at it with the air of the earth veins.

The Saint King Mountain Range traverses north and south, majestic and majestic, and there are many peaks that surpass ten thousand feet. Tens of thousands of beasts live in the mountains.

Such a mountain is naturally impossible without spiritual support.

In the depths of the earth, the old dragon of the earth veins exudes colorful divine light, and his body is more than ten thousand feet. The so-called ten thousand feet refers to his solid body part. In fact, if you count the tiny auras that stretch everywhere, it is enough to reach millions of feet. .

Take this migration as an example. With an unmatched state of affairs, he swept all the inspirations wherever he passed, and after leaving, there will be countless inspirations left behind.

Xia Tuo Yuanshen came out of his body and stood in front of the old dragon, waiting quietly.

The so-called skill industry has special expertise, and the skill industry of the old dragon of the earth veins is to control the earth, and the only spiritual vein that is under the control of the entire Daxia now is Tianhou Mountain in the northwest.

Although the spiritual veins of the Saint King Mountain Range are also very strong, they are not beyond the control of the old dragon of the Earth veins. Of course, the spiritual power in the Saint King Mountain Range has not surrendered to the Daxia Earth veins. Both sides have always assumed that the other side exists.

Xia Tuo knew this well. The Holy King Mountain Range stretches for millions of miles. There is no human tribal life in the mountain. The Daxia veins were not particularly strong in the past. Therefore, he did not rush to take control of the mountains where no people live. Among.

The old dragon dragon head of the earth veins is opposite to Xia Tuo, but the body has already extended endlessly towards the east, and the large and small spirits existing in the earth veins along the way are all merged into his huge perception.

The wasteland is a magical place. There are too many spiritual faculties in the depths of the earth, and spiritual faculties do not necessarily refer to spiritual veins. For example, a spiritual lake, the spiritual energy under the pool gathers into a cluster, a spiritual tree, a drop of spiritual fluid, Compared with the surroundings, all the places where the spirit exists are full of aura.

There are many small inspirations in the Saint King Mountain Range, which are not easy for practitioners to absorb. Under the earth, the breath of the old dragon is divided into thousands, like a shuttle of spiritual pythons, swimming around under the Saint King Mountain Range. go.

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In the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, the peak of more than 38,000 feet high, the bottom of the peak split, forming a cracked cliff that traverses east and west, and the wind is like thunder, resounding everywhere.

The big crack stretched to the depths of the earth, without bottoming out. The more the crack went down, the darker and deeper it became. In the depths of the earth, an earth-yellow aura was winding and creeping. Every breath, the surrounding aura was like The sea is generally ebb and flow.

However, the condition of this spiritual vein is a bit not so good. The body is lying on the undulating rock wall, and there is a simple stone monument the size of ten meters above the head. The stone monument is full of vicissitudes of life, with dragon patterns looming.

Not far from the dragon head of the Spirit Vessel, there is a green deer that has kept its body alive, with horny antlers growing on its head, and its head is slightly slender like a dragon's head. The heart is still beating, but the soul has disappeared.

In this way, Qinglu stood, his eyes dispersed, still staring at the stone stele above the spiritual veins.

A grey air stream fell down from the stone stele and landed on the yellow spirit vein, suppressing the normal movement of the spirit vein, and with every breath, countless inspirations were incorporated into the body by the stone stele.

Wow~

In the silent underground world, the aura suddenly rushed from the west like a tide, and the aura that rushed in exudes a colorful halo, which quickly merged with the yellow aura.

With the passage of time, more and more colorful auras rushed in, adhering to the body of the yellow spiritual veins.

The yellow earth dragon spirit veins quivered instinctively, and the earthy yellow light on his body was shining, setting off a wave to impulse towards the colorful spirits, and all of the flowing colorful spirits were submerged at once.

It is a pity that the earth-yellow aura was unable to succeed, and was soon hit by the colorful aura again. In the entire world of the underground rock wall, the aura was great and the aura was like water.

Outside the mountain peak above the rock wall, Xia Tuo stood with his hand holding his hand, looking into the depths of the crack, with a slight expression, stepping into the crack.

With just a little effort and little effort, he had already entered the depths of the crack and saw an earthy-yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall, and even the stone stele on top of the spirit dragon's head.

Although the stone stele has reduced its vitality, it has no bright charm, and the mocking dragon pattern on the surface is also dimmed a lot, but at a glance, Xia Tuo can confirm that this is what stirred the border hundreds of years ago. Feng Yu's piece of mocking Fengshen monument.

At this moment, the surface of this monument is like a weathered stone, and dense cracks can be seen horizontally and vertically, and the earthy-yellow aura is vomiting in the breath, just like a late old man panting.

At this moment, Xia Tuo had a feeling at first sight of mocking the wind stele. This feeling was very strange, and he couldn't tell why.

Ang~

With a dragon chant, it exploded in the rock world, and the stone tablet flashed brightly. The surface of the stone tablet looked like a giant beast with a dragon head, as if walking out of the halo, looking at Xia Tuo like this.

The dragon sing resounded, causing Xia Tuo Yuanshen to tremble slightly, and the Qi Luck, Merit and Virtue God flowers surrounding the Yuanshen buzzed steadily.

"Qiyun merit!"

After a while, Xia Tuo understood where his strange feeling came from. It was the golden body of Qi Yun merit he had cultivated, and it was the cautious Qi machine of Qi Yun merit that made the god monument in front of him feel sensitive to him.

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo tried to move forward, stretched out his big hand, and touched the mocking wind looming in the mist.

Ang~

There was another dragon chant, and the illusory mocking wind beast hovered in the dim light. Although it was not too close, it did not reject his big hand.

Hum~

The moment the big hand touched the phantom of the mocking wind beast, the aura of ancient vicissitudes instantly surged like a mushroom cloud, submerging Xia Tuo's figure in it.

For a while, Xia Tuo Yuanshen was in a daze, as if he had fallen into an inexplicable situation, and the time of this breath seemed to freeze.

At the same time, the earthy yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall, feeling the suppression of the pressure on his head disappeared, and the inspiration surged in an instant, moving towards the distance.

Of course, the colorful spiritual energy immediately followed, biting the body of the earthy yellow spirit dragon, and the multi-colored spirit beneath the ground swept like an overwhelming ocean.

Phoo~

The miracle inspired by the mocking wind stele only lasted for three breaths, but for Xia Tuo, it seemed to freeze for countless years.

The Monument of Nine Sons, a human emperor.

Use the keel to stabilize the veins.

After hesitating for more than ten breaths, Xia Tuo stiffly raised his arm and rubbed his forehead, then shook his head vigorously, then the corners of his mouth cracked, a wry smile.

How could I be so unlucky.

Or just leave this monument here.

The problem is too big.

He is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.

How does he know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.

He is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.

For a time, even the surrounding aura splashed, and the Laolong of the Earth Vein suppressed the fluctuations of the Earth Vein of the Saint King Mountain Range.

The problem is too big.

The Jiao clan sacrificed this old thing to harm him.

At this moment, Xia Tuo could only scold the Jiao clan for sacrifice.

You said that he is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe, so he can repair the golden body of luck.

With this skill, isn't it good to play with birds at home?

If this is the case, there is no guarantee that Daxia would have succeeded.

It's okay now, the problem is too big, I don't know what to do.

The Xia clan leader was already dumbfounded.

The Queen is on the earth, he is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.

Looking at the mocking Fengshen monument floating in front of him in a daze, if time goes back a quarter of an hour, he would still be that great Xia clan master who is full of heart.

Laughing at the Fengshen Monument, one of the Nine Son God Monuments of the Human Emperor.

That's right, it is really a peerless artifact built by the Emperor.

If this news spreads to the outside world, it will definitely cause many kings to go crazy and fight.

It's a pity that only people who have a good luck and virtue can get close to the human emperor, and only when they cultivate to the level of the human emperor can they truly control it.

Xia was not talented, and happened to practice the golden body of Qi Luck. Although it was only the first step, it happened to be recognized by the mocking wind monument.

Then because of merit and luck, the golden body touched the aura imprinted by the mocking wind stele.

Right now he was thinking how inadvertently, as if he had never seen the mocking wind monument, he was just a patriarch of the Hou tribe in the desert, but not the one who would be a great man.

Who didn't know that most of the saviors were brought by dogs in the end. He was so persuaded that it was okay to become a king and an ancestor in the border, but he could not hold it up when he was old, and he didn't have such a great ability.

Ang~

It seemed that Xia Tuo didn't move, the mocking wind stele trembled, and the dragon roar sounded again.

Upon hearing the sound, Xia Tuo's expression changed, and his figure took two steps back.

"Brother Xiaofeng, Xia has a lot of interruptions today, so let's say goodbye. Your brother is slowly waiting for the colorful heroes and never see you again."

He arched his hands at the mocking wind monument, and Xia Tuo decided to slip the number.

Just now he received a very breaking news that the Jiuzi Monument was built by the Emperor. It is in the Jingping Dahuang Nine Territory. There is one of the Jiuzi Monuments in the borderland. The Jiuzi Monument is divided into the Dahuang nine regions and the earth. Chengping.

What the Laughing Wind Stele suppressed was the Territory of Youying Region. Right now, the Laughing Wind Stele appeared in the border and was controlled by the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, which already showed a big problem.

The imperial weapon of the people who suppressed the Dimai shifted, could this be a big problem? He was just a patriarch of the Hou tribe, and he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be famous. To be precise, he didn't like all the actions of death.

The key is that this is not the most important issue. Why the earth needs to use the imperial weapon to be stable? Even if it is an ordinary person, I can think about it. If there is no problem, the imperial person will be fine. .

The sky cracks, the earth collapses, fills the sky and stabilizes the veins.

Knowing how much he died quickly, Xia Tuo felt that he had better be honest.

Immediately leave the Saint King Mountain Range without staying, move the clan to the frontier wasteland, plant the land, take care of the frontier wasteland, give birth to a few cubs, pass on Daxia, and live for 30,000 to 50,000 years by the way. That's it. Looking back, there are not too many regrets, so much fulfillment.

Xia Tuo took a step back, and the mocking wind monument followed closely, and reached him in front of him, like a shadow. This made Xia Tuo a little dumbfounded. He said again: "Man, seniors don't worry, Xia understands that, leave here. , Promise not to reveal half of the word, otherwise you will not die."

It's a pity that the Laughing Wind Monument relies on him like this, and every time he moves, the Laughing Wind Monument follows.

"My deity beast, you must have admitted the wrong person. I am timid and afraid of things. I can hide when things happen. I always work hard. People call me Gotuo."

For a while, Xia Tuo also gradually suppressed his thoughts from the panic just now. The problem was a bit serious, even if he was about to transform into a quasi-immortal soul, he felt panic.

Thirty-six strategies, running as the best strategy, the utmost truth left by the ancestors, surely right.