The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The Phoenix Blood God Spirit Vine, Xia Tuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the memory rolled over in the spiritual world. This was what the old witch of Feng Qihou's ministry said personally.

Now it seems that this little Phoenix Nest contains a mysterious space within an inch, and the old witch sacrifice absolutely concealed it back then.

That's right, that old man was really an old fox.

Fortunately, he felt that this Phoenix Nest was a treasure for building a small world, but it made him feel much more than that at the moment.

The spirit was submerged in the phoenix nest, and he saw the enlightenment and radiance intertwined in the phoenix nest's realm. Over the years, the phoenix's nest was in his hands. Although the phoenix's nest has a space within the boundary, the actual internal area is only a few thousand meters.

However, in his perception at this time, the Phoenix Blood Realm was expanding, and earth of earth appeared in the realm. In the center of the dark red soil, a piece of sycamore tree stump filled with vitality from the withering.

There is only one dead tree phoenix tree, but the foundation is huge, and it turns into a wood forest, like a mountain range, the surface of the stump is covered with folds, and a light gold color emerges in the cracks.

The withered phoenix tree is rejuvenating, and the tree trunk of the phoenix tree spreads in all directions like an earth dragon. Wherever the dry roots go, the dark red soil regenerates itself, expanding the boundaries continuously.

This kind of scene has a very strange feeling in Xia Tuo's eyes. The expansion of the Phoenix Nest's realm is so similar to the expansion of the small world of the martial artist.

In the blink of an eye, a sprout grew from the phoenix tree stump like a mountain, and the seedling grew sturdily while breathing, reaching a height of one hundred feet and two feet in thickness.

Immediately afterwards, from the roots of the perceptive phoenix trees, tender green seedlings broke out of the soil, and in a short period of time, they turned into a phoenix forest in Xia Tuo's eyes.

In almost every breath, the sycamore trees in the realm are growing, driving the small world of Phoenix Nest to expand.

Spiritual thoughts sank into the depths of the main roots of the sacred phoenix tree, Xia Tuo sensed that there was inspiration under the roots, vastness and depth mixed with mottled.

With a flash of scarlet light, the old witch sacrificing in a phoenix-patterned robe appeared, and the illusory figure was as thin as smoke, as if a gust of wind could blow away into nothingness.

After that, Xia Tuo Yuanshen emerged and entered the Phoenix Nest realm, facing the old witch festival.

"senior."

Xia Tuo spoke. Even now, he is no longer what he used to be, but Da Xia has inherited Feng Zhihou’s affection. As for the curse vows back then, it is nothing in his eyes. For a soul that has survived, it is Nothing to pretend.

"Unexpectedly, you really finished it." The old witch sacrificed softly and said in a faint voice: "This Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm is handed over to you, the old man is gone."

For the extinction, for the old witch sacrifice, it is more like a relief.

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo bowed slightly to greet him. The phantom of the Old Witch Ji ignited a faint red flame and disappeared in front of his eyes from bottom to top. The Old Witch Ji moved his mouth, as if there was something that he did not say after all.

The Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm now seemed to be a real small world, with the god wood phoenix tree as the foundation of the world.

To talk about the usefulness of the small world, different tribes have different functions, such as being used in the medicine world and the trial world. Most of the wasteland controls such a small world in their hands.

Perhaps the area controlled on the wasteland is only tens of thousands of miles, but in fact, he secretly controls several small worlds, making a fortune in silence.

This small world of phoenix blood is also a pleasant surprise. Since migrating to Phoenix, he has been thinking about finding a suitable place for the witch courtyard. Isn't this small world just right?

Although it seems that the small world is still evolving, these hundreds of miles are already temporarily enough for use, and there is deep energy hidden under the main root of the phoenix tree, which is enough to supply the savings and expansion of the small world.

The small world of the Phoenix, the Phoenix City, really fit together in the dark. As the saying goes, the phoenix does not fall into a land without treasures. Such a boundary is not suitable as a place for a witch courtyard to establish a family.

Containing his mind, Xia Tuo Yuanshen returned to the spiritual world and put away the small world of Fengchao.

Tweeted!

A high-pitched cry sounded in the ears, and a cracking sound in the spiritual world sounded, as if a shackle was opened, and his head slightly raised, a thin black smoke phoenix flew from his body and dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Back~!

Frozen, Xia Tuo reacted, and his figure disappeared into the barren mountain in the blink of an eye.

...

Summer park.

"Elder Sikong, when the Phoenix City ground line was built, there are relics of different veins in the depths of Phoenix Mountain. It is up to you to place the Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm."

After returning from the wild and ancient land, Xia Tuo summoned Sikong Huai and Hun Kong to come, preparing to make a place for the Wuyuan as soon as possible.

"Yes."

"Elder Hunkong, prepare for the relocation of the Witch House as soon as possible. After the Shenvine Realm is settled, it will belong to the Witch House for future research and will be completely owned by the Witch House."

"Subordinates do it now."

Waved to make the two elders retreat, Xia Tuo also returned to the sleeping hall.

After returning from the wild and ancient land, because he saw the expansion of the small world of the sacred tree phoenix tree, he had a feeling, but this feeling was a little vague and not fully formed, so Xia Tuo was going to retreat for a while to see if he could be right. It helps to advance yourself to the next step.

With the baby, the territory is considered stable, and he also has time to settle his next martial arts journey. In fact, Qiao'er and Fat Brother have been retreating one after another during this time.

The old god Hou was inspired by Qi Luck and was tempering the Law of Long Bo Dongtian. This was the skill of water milling. In addition, he was left alone and was busy, so the speed was naturally much slower.

He has also instructed Uncle Yu not to investigate the area bordering the southern part of Yingzhaohou. The drought isolation area formed by the drought is temporarily left to toss. As long as Yingzhaohou does not go north, Daxia will not go south.

The tribesmen who migrated from the Sanyang Realm are temporarily resettled in the area west of Phoenix. As for the east of Phoenix, as the monsters once again occupy the border and deserted eastern regions, ordinary tribesmen east of Phoenix are temporarily not resettled to avoid future conflicts. , Causing unnecessary casualties.

With Phoenix City as the pass, even if the Yaozu wants to go west, they must first get through Phoenix City. There are old men in the city, unless the Yaozu sends a king.

In this case, Daxia seemed to be surrounded by crises, but in reality, stability was ensured under the mutual indulgence of all parties, so Xia Tuo could have peace of mind in a short period of time.

Xia Tuo retreats, the clan court operates normally, and the tribesmen of the Sanyang Realm are constantly migrating. These people have lived underground for too long. After they descended on the wasteland, some people did not adapt well, and some people were damaged.

However, these damages were within an acceptable range, and Daxia's witch doctors tried their best to treat them, and the casualties had been reduced to a minimum.

Witch doctors ask for medicine, and the farmers in the Sinongdian teach the cultivation methods, while the staff in the Beast Palace are learning the craftsmanship of the people of the Sanyang Realm.

After thousands of years of torture by the Shanya Army, the border and wasteland has already lost many people. The land that has been irrigated with blood for thousands of years, the vegetation has withered and the land is extremely fertile.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and the land is fertile. The people who migrated from the Sanyang Realm practiced the war and military system. All people, old and weak, women and children, were reorganized according to the clan civil war system, and then the same land was reclaimed, similar to the construction corps in Xia Tuo’s previous life. Military management.

This kind of system is to control the people who moved out. The second is to concentrate efforts to reclaim a large number of spiritual fields. Only by eating and drinking is the ability to reproduce.

As for cultivation, these are all secondary. What is lacking in such a vast place in Daxia right now is people. Only when people are full of the earth can they truly control the earth.

After Xia Ge's discussion, a farming division has a population of 100,000, and it is a complete system, and the clan is rationed to 100 farmers who teach farming.

Although the cultivator is also equipped with Qianlong Temple, etc., the main tasks are farming and having children.

The tribesmen of the Sanyang Realm, because of the closure of the realm, the sacrificial totem took a crooked path. Everyone's cultivation is similar to the blood sacrificial totem of the outside world, and the cultivators carry a trace of'dirty' air.

This kind of warrior who has already embarked on the road of cultivation is already difficult to eradicate and consumes a lot of resources. It is better to start with the next generation.

That's it for their generation in this life, do your best, farm and give birth to babies, and when they have offspring, re-start the path of orthodox visualization totem.

Ordinary people can live for a hundred years. This time is not short, but for the Daxia clan, it is just a process. Daxia has this time to settle the people.

The farming war division performs the same management as the war soldier. When it is in danger, it is a soldier, and when it is fine, it is a soldier, and when it is fine, it is called the Shunongwei, and it is directly under the orders of the newly established Department of Shunong.

The director of the Department of Agriculture is composed of personnel sent from the Ministry of War and Sinongdian.

...

Time passed, and five years passed in a blink of an eye. Xia Tuo's nest was cultivating in Tianlu Mountain, Wuwu was still asleep, and nothing major happened in the territory of Daxia.

The matter of the relics of the Kingdom of God six years ago has rarely been passed on by ordinary people. The most important thing for the Daxia clan today is the resettlement of the migrants.

To the west of Phoenix, the establishment of a group of soldiers, peasants and warriors, like chess pieces on a chessboard, are scattered all over the world.

In the past five years, a total of nearly 50 million people have migrated from the Sanyang Realm, and nearly 500 soldiers and soldiers have been established west of Phoenix. The effect is very good, and the farming and fighting are integrated.

Of course it is said that there are very few battles, and most of the time they are reclaiming spiritual fields.

Under this system, unless it is a baby doll, a few-year-old naughty boy, even a pregnant woman, or an old man with a cane, as long as it is not close to the birth day and can still walk, he needs to go to the field. Busy weeding.

Nowadays, the spiritual rice harvested can already supply the people who have just migrated. After all, it is difficult for the people who have migrated to be self-sufficient within two years.

Under the farming war system, everyone eats a big pot of rice. Apart from satisfying their own food, the rest of the rice is for the clan, and the clan is allocating to other newly established farming warriors.

Although the implementation of the farming warfare system, many things cannot be implemented, but the system is that the dead are alive. In order to give people hope, every farming warfare system has a quota for recommending talented practitioners every year.

If a farmer finds a small genius, he will be rewarded by the clan court. This kind of recommended talent is also counted as one of the achievements of the lieutenant officer, as a proof of promotion.

Anyone who deliberately overwhelms talents will be severely punished, not just depriving them of positions, but directly killing them.

In order to give encouragement and supervision, the Kao Gongsi and Shishitai sent personnel to visit the farming division.

Reward for meritorious deeds, and punish those who abolish the public for private purposes

...

One hundred thousand miles west of Phoenix City, Xinhe Mountain, the ups and downs looked like a giant beast lying on the wasteland.

Xinhe Mountain is the name given by the people of the Xinhe Battle Division Guards in the mountain. As for what it was originally called, no one knows. On the land where the monsters have been abused for thousands of years, the human civilization has long been faulted.

However, it doesn't matter, civilization was created by humans. Even though tens of thousands of years have been missing, there is now the vitality of the human race here, and a new civilization is born again.

The Xinhe Fighter Guard was established four years ago. Surrounding the north of Xinhe Mountain, stone houses were built. These houses are square, angular and very cold. They are part of the Xinhe Fighter. , The rest of the war division are distributed within 30 miles around.

The establishment of the military guards is not random. Every guard chooses a relatively flat place. As for the deep mountains and old forests, the wasteland cannot be reclaimed now, so there is no time to clean up the barren mountains and old forests.

In the north of Xinhe Mountain, there is Xinhe Lake and Xinhe River. From north to south, it is injected into Xinhe Lake, and a large wasteland has been accumulated nearby.

Compared with four years ago, the wasteland that was originally overgrown with weeds has been completely replaced by a neat spiritual field, and the wind and waves are like a pale golden ocean.

Looking from a distance, the small road in Lingtian is criss-crossed and connected to the central avenue. On the road, there are very big and small dolls carrying a long slender tree trunk with some long sturdy grass tied to it. They yell loudly while running, and will fall The birds in the Lingtian scared away.

In addition to the road, there is a five-foot-high stone tower built every short distance in the Lingtian. There are people guarding it, with a stiff bow, and constantly observing the sky to prevent powerful birds from appearing.

On the stone path, Xia Tuo moved forward step by step. He did not use a bit of blood, and stepped on the soil with his feet. The black soil covered his shoes, which was a little greasy in the sun.

The fertile land gave him a strange feeling.

After five years of retreat, he could not pierce the window paper of his thoughts, so he chose to walk out. The farming warfare system implemented by Da Xia in the Central Region for five years was naturally brought up by him. Now it seems that this effect is not ordinary. it is good.

Large tracts of spiritual fields have been reclaimed. Although freedom is restricted, the fertile land with two-cooked spiritual rice every year keeps the tribesmen of Sanyang Realm from starving.

Although the spiritual rice harvested is not your own, you can eat the spiritual rice with the belly open and absorb the essence of the soil. Although the spiritual energy is weak, it also has a little nourishment for the human body.

He left Phoenix, traveled westward, stepping on the ground, step by step, feeling the desolation and thickness of the earth.

Except for the spiritual field, the edge of the land after consolidation is no longer the wild grasses in the wilderness, but more wild flowers, swaying by the roadside, exuding fragrance, and some little dolls pick it up and don’t see it. She smiled happily in her hair bun.

Here, the wild flowers look a lot more delicate, no longer the kind of rough and wanton growth.

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