The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

In Phoenix, the return of the old god is not a special accident. Fifty or sixty years have passed since his reincarnation, and it is almost time to return, and the clan has already made some preparations for this.

The martial artist who reincarnated and returned has the foundation of his previous life. As long as the resources are sufficient, he will soon return to the state of his previous life.

When the old god returned, the Daxia Clan had already prepared the resources, and after his return, he immediately entered the retreat.

...

In the recent period of time, the Great Desolation has been surging, and some powerful people have said that this is a major change that has not been seen in eternity.

From the royal court to the ancient country can indeed be called a big change.

The meanings of the two different words are quite different. A long time ago, there was the term'guo' in the Great Wilderness. Boguo, Houguo, and these were all privately commensurate and were not officially recognized.

The appearance of Shang Guo and Cang Guo completely settled the meaning of'Guo'.

The ancient country respected the religion of God, which broke the pattern of the gathering of human luck since the birth of the human race.

...

In the east of the Great Wilderness, there are endless oceans and waters, here is the East China Sea, here is the territory of the Dragon Race, and on the dotted islands in the East China Sea, even if the human race lives, it still depends on the face of the Dragon Race.

No one knows how vast the ocean in the eastern part of the Great Wilderness is. Even the dragons cannot see the whole picture. It is rumored that a real dragon of the dragon clan wants to peek at the border of the ocean. He has been heading eastward, and then disappeared into the vast ocean.

In the depths of the blue sea and blue sky, an illusory figure was walking along the waves, Wan Dao loomed and danced around him, and the beasts neighing branded in the rhyme of Dao.

With every step of this figure, the surrounding scenes will revolve around the world, and I don't know how many miles it crosses under one step.

Soon, the illusory figure came to a calm sea, and the palms were slowly spread out, a little purple light lit up, and then flew to the sky, and then turned into a purple black bird, crowing loudly, wrapped in it. Countless purple flames fell into the sea.

Wow~

For a time, the sea water in all directions set off waves, and a huge vortex of tens of thousands of miles formed on the surface of the water, and then the vortex slowly stood up from the surface of the water, forming a vortex water gate tens of thousands of feet high, facing the imaginary figure.

"You really can live, you come back to life."

An old voice came from the whirlpool water gate.

"Haha~ Master Xuanwu, after hundreds of thousands of years, he is still so full of breath." Xu influenced a hearty smile.

"roll."

The old voice continued to be heard from the whirlpool water gate, the tone was cold, not a bit polite.

After being scolded, Xu Ying didn't seem to be angry, and then said: "I'll let Master Xuanwu follow the ancestral instructions."

"roll."

The old voice was still a word, followed by the tens of thousands of miles in the vortex water gate, covering the illusory figure like the sky, and the world seemed to be completely destroyed at this moment.

The waves overturned, and after everything calmed down, the illusory figure appeared on the water again, whispering, and said, "Master Xuanwu, my destiny is in my longevity sect. I will come again next time."

After that, the illusory figure disappeared into the sea with little light.

After a few breaths, a wave appeared on the calm sea, and then a slender, dark golden snake with dragon horns poked its head out of the water and looked down at the same sea area around it.

"Destiny is human, are you still human?"

The empty voice dissipated in the vast sea, and the snake disappeared on the sea.

...

In the far north, the extreme north of the Gonggong domain, on a mountain high into the sky, a god tiger with gilt wings stands on the top of the mountain.

Ooooooo~

Ooo~~~Ooo~~

In the depths of the earth below the mountain, the dark yellow land only respects the gods, listening to the immature roar, frowning and comforting himself, the god tiger is still young and young, and he will be very powerful when he grows up.

Ooo~

On the top of the mountain, the god tiger roared a few times, with a frustrated look on his face, and his big dark golden eyes overflowed with a pitiful look. The god wings on his back flashed and disappeared. He turned his head and ran towards the stone temple in the middle of the mountain. go with.

In the stone hall, a silver-haired old man in a plain robe showed a kind look at the god tiger who got into his arms. He stroked the god tiger's head and patted it lightly.

Shenhu rubbed the old man's arm against his head and made a whimper.

"The power of the Witch Order King's fortune over the years has been used to maintain the stability of the large cracks in the ground, so there is no luck for you to absorb."

"Woo~" Shenhu whimpered again after hearing the sound.

He patted Shenhu again, the old man frowned slightly, and his wrinkled old face was completely ravine.

Below Shenyue is a desolate land. Looking around, the mountains have turned into a bare piece of land for unknown reasons. On the land, a man wearing a beast robe walked over.

The man was wearing an animal robe, and his body was still stained with the smell of mud and grass, just like the people in the scattered settlement.

In this way, he passed through the wasteland, stepped on the Shenyue, and came to the outside of the stone temple.

"The King of People is here."

In the stone hall, the voice of the silver-haired old man came out.

"I have seen a witch festival."

The man, the King of the Witch Order, spoke in a deep voice outside.

"I have something to ask Wu Ji to clarify."

"Wang Wang comes in and talks."

Hearing the sound, Wu ordered the king to enter the hall and saw the old man and the god tiger.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said, "This is the cub of the holy tiger Dongtian, but it is a pity that the king's court is not lucky enough to support him."

Wu Ji nodded, and then said: "Holy Tiger Cave Sky is left with this lone seedling. What does the King of People have to say to the old man when he comes here."

"The change of the sky is not enough to fear, the ancestors are not enough to speak, and the words are not good enough, but I hope the witch sacrifices to solve the puzzles, is this correct?

The Witch Man King stared at the old witch sacrifice, with hope in his eyes.

Back then, he was only a member of a small family in a remote place in the Gonggong domain, and his ancestors have lived by heaven for several generations.

Later, he became the king of witchcraft.

All this is the old man in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man is full of wisdom, after a long time, he knows the general trend of the world.

"Correct."

Regarding the question of the King of Wuming Man, Wu Ji nodded, and then said: "Forty-four thousand years have passed since the Chi Ming era. There are Dragon Han and Yankang up, and even more ancient ones. Over time, everything is changing after such a long time."

Having said that, the witch festival looked at the king of witch life and said, "What do you think."

"revolution."

"Yeah~" Wu Ji nodded, and motioned to the Witch Order King to continue.

"Witch sacrifices, since I set up a witch for more than 40,000 years, I have occupied the two major areas of the northern joint labor and the ghost side. The ethnic groups owned by my subordinates are tens of billions. Only with this background can we suppress the underground. Big crack."

The Witch Man King frowned and sat cross-legged in front of the Witch Festival without any cover.

"But for 40,000 years, the fate of shaman is nothing more than that. Self-preservation is more than enterprising, but great luck can only guarantee its own stability.

Not to hide the witch festival, I quietly sent someone to the borderland, and the news that came back surprised me.

Borderland, the barren sinner’s exile place in the eyes of the world, experienced the demon turmoil ten thousand years ago. The reunification was completed in just a thousand years, and the human race prospered again. In a short period of time, it regained nearly two hundred 100 million people of ethnic origin.

Daxia, which has risen from the frontier, has developed everything that makes me curious and surprised."

Speaking of this, a touch of confusion flashed in the eyes of Wuming Renwang, and said: "The frontier desolation has destroyed the human tribal system since ancient times, but it is like a new life, and it has restored such a grand occasion in just a thousand years.

Could it be that the development of my life in the past tens of thousands of years was wrong?"

"So you want to kill your own life?" Wu Ji looked at Wu Ming Ren Wang and said: "Wu Ming Wang is under the command of the royal court, where is the royal family?"

"Fourteen kings, twenty-one kings."

The Witch Man King responded honestly, of course, there should be hidden kings under the Witch Man King Court, but these are no longer under his control. For example, under this god, there are kings sitting in the town.

In addition, there are also some hidden holy places in the cave, these are places where they do not listen to the announcement, and the majesty of the royal court cannot be spilled on them.

"Geometry Hou?"

"Hakubu Geometry?"

Without waiting for the witch to order the king to answer, the witch sacrifice asked: "Do you want to imitate the border and famine system, is it the fate of the tribes, or you, the fate of the king."

Suddenly, the King of Wuming Ren was silent.

He understands the truth.

The witch life has been passed on for tens of thousands of years, and the major tribes are deeply rooted. If they want to emulate the system of the borderland and the Great Xia, the major tribes will be reformed. He is afraid that he will really collapse.

but!

The tribal system is like a pyramid. The royal court is at the highest point, dominating the large and small tribes below. The ordinary people who are the foundation of the existence of air luck are not directly controlled by the royal court.

The air transport gathered by the king's court has been consumed by the Bo, Hou, and the king's divisions.

Clan population base is a rigid condition. Just like the border famine and great summer, how much air luck is generated is gathered in the clan court. In layman's terms, there is no middleman to make the difference.

The witch command is not enough, and there are also tribes such as Wang Hou Bo, one after another.

With a certain air transport base, if Wang Ting wants to get more air transport, he needs to optimize from the intermediate process.

The best optimization is to optimize all the princes in the middle, like in the middle of the desert.

Royal Court-Clan!

There is no middleman to make the difference, even if there is some consumption in the middle, there are very few.

It is a pity that this kind of revolution, like the moon in the mirror, seems impossible to be realized in the Witch Mand King Court. The Witch Man King Court will decay like this, and I will finish playing ahead of time.

This is extremely uncomfortable for the King of Witch Man.

So he came to Wu Ji to solve his puzzles.

In his opinion, there is nothing in this world that a wise witch sacrifice does not know.

"I can do nothing."

At this moment, the witch sacrifice slightly shook his head, and said, "Even though the merits are involved in good fortune, it is still extremely powerful."

"This~"

Wu Ming Ren Wang's face was a bit bitter.

On the contrary, the witch priest nodded his head. This man king did not make a mistake. For these years, the witch man king has worked hard and led the development of the witch man king.

It is a pity that even if he is the king of men, he still feels incapable of being powerful in the face of time.

"Witch sacrificial solution."

The witch ordered the king to bow, with piety in his eyes.

At this moment, Wu Ji still shook his head and sighed slightly.

"Even though I have lived for a long time, there are some things that really cannot be changed. This is the general trend of the human race, and it is not accessible by humans, even if it is martial art.

Huang Huang is unstoppable."

Hearing the sound, the witch commander king was startled, and he caught the important information in the witch sacrificial words.

Terran trend?

Who can represent the general trend of Terran?

What is the general trend of the human race?

After hesitating for a while, the King of Witch Orders said: "Witch Festival, you selected me from the small clans in remote places, and told me that the chaffinch should have great ambitions, and told me not to believe in fate. That's why today's The Witchcraft King."

With that said, the King Wu ordered to stand up, his aura suddenly returned to a kind of brilliance, as if all the decadence on his body had disappeared.

"I don't believe in fate, I'll be reformed, I will use my way, even if it is a sea of ​​blood."

Looking at the King of Wuming Ren, Wu Ji narrowed his eyes and showed a wry smile, suddenly feeling an old man in his heart.

Watching Wu Ming Ren Wang leave the stone temple in a daze, after all, he didn't say anything to stop him.

He really wanted to see if the decaying royal court could be given new life.

For more than 40,000 years, the upper and lower ministries of Wuming have been deeply rooted, especially the upper-level Hou and the royal clan. They have monopolized the supply of resources within the entire royal court. For ordinary tribes, high-level resources can get one-tenth of the amount that can be obtained. Not enough.

The large tribe, which occupies less than one-hundred-thousandths of the total number of tribes, occupies more than nine-tenths of the total resources under the court of Witch Order.

It has been a long time, and no new Hou Bu was born.

In fact, this state of affairs is not only in the witch life, but also in Da Yin, Da Cang, and in the Yao Clan.

It's not that no one can tell, but the problem is that they are all those with vested interests. Who would raise the hoe to dig the soil under his feet? It would be difficult for Wang Ting to do it because it would push the tribe under his command to the opposite side.

Hard!

...

Three months later, the imperial court edict spread throughout the Great Wilderness.

At the Royal Court Sacrifice Ceremony, the quality of the copper offered by the King of Ghost Tooth was impure. The King Totem was displeased by the King of Ghosts. The King of Ghosts locked the King of Ghost Tooth and went to the Great Crack to suppress the ghost cave for thousands of years.

However, this is not over yet. To deprive the honor of the King of Ghost Tooth, the land of the King of Ghost Tooth is under the direct control of the royal court, and the scattered people are gathered in the city, and the warriors sent by the royal court are under the jurisdiction.

For a time, the King of Ghost Tooth became the first king to be captured by the royal court for this reason in the 40,000 years of the Chiming era, causing great turmoil in the Great Wilderness.

...

Similarly, when the news reached the frontier, in the extreme depths of the southern part of the frontier, the Black Scale Jiao passed through the miasma, holding a small triangular flag in his hand, and was heading towards Daxia Phoenix City.

This time, he got the order of Dongzhu to form an alliance with Daxia.

ps I have to take a day off tomorrow. My wife’s uncle is critically ill. I’m going to see it. It’s too tiring to drive for nearly a thousand kilometers back and forth, so I’ll take the high-speed train in the end. Up.

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