The Strongest Tribe

Da Shang and Da Cang's so-called establishment of a country and resignation from the throne are all about luck in the final analysis, and this is the most important thing.

In the main hall, Qiaoer Zishan, with blue hair swaying, said solemnly: As for the incident of the Longevity Sect's branch hall making trouble in our clan, we found one and wiped out the other. These are minor illnesses, and I think we should pay more attention to luck. A question of change.

Come here, bring up the map of the Great Wilderness.

At this moment, Xia Qianyuan opened his mouth to order, and then a servant brought up a new map of the Great Wilderness, which marked the new situation of the Great Wilderness.

Every clan elder, please look at the situation on this map. The northern witches are marked in yellow, the Great Yin is marked in red, the Shang and Cang kingdoms are marked in cyan, the southern monsters are marked in black, and our frontiers are marked in purple.

The forces that can stir up luck to compete are these forces on the map.

Xia Qianyuan continued to speak: Behind Wu Ming is suspected to be Houtu Palace, a very mysterious and ancient force.

Behind the Kingdom of Shang and the Kingdom of Cang is the Longevity Sect, and behind us is the Mandate of Heaven.

We don't know who is standing behind the Great Yin Royal Court, or that the Great Yin Royal Court has enough strength to resist the coercion from all directions.

For 40,000 years, the Great Wilderness has been silent, but now it has undergone earth-shaking changes. It would be impossible if no one provoked it behind the scenes.

The purpose of those who provoked all this behind the scenes was nothing more than harvesting luck. As for why they didn't do it, the only possibility was that luck hadn't risen to the extreme and failed to meet the expectations of the harvesters behind it.

So, the most important thing for us right now is to fight against the Man of Heaven.

Speaking of Man of Destiny, everyone in the hall was silent for a while, the shadow of the famous tree of people, the existence of being able to leave a name for a long time, is enough to explain its horror.

No one knows how powerful the Man of Heaven is.

Just like the longevity leader who died many times but came back to life, they all belong to the immortal cockroach.

The high-level officials of the Great Xia discussed for a long time, but they did not come up with a practical solution. The only thing they can do now is to recuperate step by step and restore the luck of the ethnic group.

Desolate Western Regions, Wanshi City.

This is a small city with a population of less than 60,000. Outside the city, there are criss-crossed lands and fields. It is built on the back of a large area of ​​houses outside the city. In the early morning, the Golden Crow just rose, and the inside and outside of the city gradually became noisy, with smoke rising from the kitchen.

Soon someone is coming out of the house carrying a pickaxe, or pushing a witchcraft plow.

Look, Ziqi is here again.

An exclamation caught everyone's attention, and many people looked up towards the sky, and saw a ray of bright purple energy across the sky amidst the eastern morning glow.

There must be something miraculous about the purple air coming from the east.

Even the most ordinary people know this.

At the same time, in the City Lord's Mansion, Youyu Mansion, Qianlong Hall, and the Witch Hospital in Wanshi City, the seals in the jade boxes of the main halls of the ministries trembled and shone brightly.

Lin Wangshan, the lord of Wanshi City, came to the main hall in a hurry, and saw that the jade box containing the seal of the city lord on the main case was surrounded by purple light and made a low buzzing sound.

The yamen servants stationed outside the main hall were also a little surprised by this, but they were no strangers to it.

Ziqi came from the east, and Yinxi catered to it. This kind of thing has happened more than once. Since five years ago, on a certain day, the sky suddenly sent Ziqi across the sky, and this kind of vision appeared immediately after Wanshicheng.

In the past five years, there have been rumors that a great talent will be born in Wanshi City. Unfortunately, the visions have manifested again and again. There are many young talents, but they are still far from the real big talent.

For this reason, the superior city was even alarmed to send people to investigate, but unfortunately nothing was found after going back and forth, and in the end, it could only be left alone.

Waiting for the final result.

hum!

At this moment, Lin Wangshan saw the seal on the desk case, knocked open the jade box, and burst out a bright purple light, piercing through the ceiling of the hall, straight into the sky.

At the same time, in Wanshi City, all the seals representing the palace of the Daxia Clan's court officials burst out with purple light, turning into pillars of purple light that shot straight into the sky.

Inside and outside Wanshi City, everyone saw the pillars of purple air rising from several directions in the city, together with the purple air floating from the east, it turned into a luxurious canopy floating in the air.

Auspicious.

This is auspicious.

There was an elderly figure, stroking his beard, with a trembling body, whispering hoarsely.

In the city lord's mansion, Lin Wangshan ignored the other warriors who came from the court, and rushed towards the side hall. There was a messenger platform in the side hall, which could directly communicate with the town of West Lake Road where Wanshi City was located.

...

In a very inconspicuous stone hall at the foot of Tianlu Mountain in Phoenix City, Qiaoer came from outside and hurried into the stone hall.

The stone hall is small, and under the cover of the huge spirit trees around Tianlu Mountain, it is easy to be overlooked.

The stone hall looked very dark, without windows, and there were still lit animal fire lamps in the hall. Qiaoer entered the hall, and there was a stone platform in the center of the hall, and an old figure sat cross-legged on the stone platform.

The flesh and blood of the old figure still has a clue, but the clue is dissipating at the moment. This is the body left over from the old Shenhou's reincarnation.

The reincarnation of a warrior is a very cumbersome matter. For a wealthy clan with conditions, when the elders of the clan are reincarnated, they must try their best to ensure that the reincarnated person's physical body is intact.

Unless it is a last resort, except for those who have been severely injured and have to be reincarnated in a crisis, if the leftover body is acquired by the opponent, it is easy to bury the crisis.

The inspiration of the old Shenhou's body began to dissipate, which means that the new life after his reincarnation has returned. In Qiao'er's eyes, there is an illusory thin line floating on the old Shenhou's body.

The fate line of a person exists at the time of birth, and each person's fate line is unique. Even if reincarnation returns, a new life needs to come through apoptosis.

At this moment, the body of Old Shenhou is withering, and the fate line is drifting towards nothingness, scattered into countless finer lines, as if volatilized, disappearing into the twisted nothingness.

It's not that once the reincarnation of a warrior is lost, it will be completely over. Fate is mysterious. Unless someone deliberately does it, otherwise, even if the body is destroyed during reincarnation, the fate line will still stay in the world for a while, waiting for the reincarnation to come back again. fusion.

Of course, for reincarnated warriors, there will be variables in this kind of stay. It is better to protect the body in the clan, so as to cut off some variables from the root.

After a short familiarization time, the old Shenhou's physical body was exhausted, and then an illusory flame ignited on the body, burning the flesh and blood without leaving a trace of dust.

Seeing this scene, Qiaoer was slightly relieved. Burning cleanly means that the trajectory of the previous life is obliterated, and new vitality sprouts again. If there are ashes after burning, it means that there is a problem in the reincarnation.

hum!

Afterwards, Qiao'er made a magic seal with both hands, and a rune was drawn out with her jade fingers, which turned into a purple ostrich bird, which sang and burrowed towards the place where the old god's fate line disappeared.

Then, the witch seal between her eyebrows overflowed with a faint purple light, and after a few breaths, Qiaoer opened her eyes again.

Western Region.

Soon, her figure disappeared in the stone hall and came to the main hall of the Ministry of Rites.

Recently, there have been some visions in the Western Regions of the clan's territory.

Qiaoer put it on the Zuoqiu sacrificing wine of the Ministry of Rites, and Qiaoer built the sacrificial piece, so orders are naturally unimpeded here.

Soon, after consulting the records, Zuo Qiuxuan came to Qiao'er and said, There has been a statue of Ziqi coming from the east since five years ago in Wanshi City, West Lake Road in the Western Regions.

A day ago, Wanshicheng sent the news to the Jiangfu of West Lake Road Town again. The purple air came 30,000 miles east, and the entire West Lake Road was shrouded in purple air. The big and small cities in the area, and all the seals of our family were aroused, and the purple air broke out. The pillar of spirit soars to the sky.

West Lake Road has reported the matter to the family court, and the family court has sent people to investigate.

Listening to Zuo Qiuxuan's description, Qiao'er's eyes shone brightly.

Yes, the old god is back.

The purple qi has traveled thirty thousand miles to the east, and the aura is so magnificent that only those who have saved countless ethnic groups can show such a vision.

Okay, you can do your work.

Soon, the teleportation array in Phoenix City lit up, and the two figures disappeared into the city.

Wanshi City.

For the past three days, for the people living in Wanshi City, it was like a dream, and the purple air never dissipated for three days and three nights.

Not only that, the purple air is still falling slowly, turning into light rain. Some people in the city who are elderly, suffering from long-term illnesses, and pregnant, feel the whole body feel the light rain falling on their bodies. Warm.

Some witch practitioners and martial arts practitioners also feel that their spirit and blood are much fuller.

Many people exclaimed that this is a miracle from the heavens, which has blessed the earth.

In an ordinary stone courtyard in the southeast corner of the city, a young martial artist inside the house was sweating profusely, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was constantly changing.

He was lying on the stone bed, and seemed to be having some nightmare in his deep sleep.

Wisps of purple light lingered around his body, and the purple light was composed of countless small purple light spots, and each of these small light spots manifested a figure.

These figures include men and women, old and young, warriors and women and children. They form a purple halo, surrounding the young man, as if shrinking into the microcosm.

In the haze, he seemed to be caught in a strange scene.

He dreamed that he walked into an incomparably deep passage, walked and walked, walked for an indefinite amount of time, crossed a bridge that he couldn't remember, and then fell into a muddy, muddy yellow river.

There are many terrifying evil beasts in the river, including corpses, ghosts, and ghosts. He saw people like him who fell into the river, and they were dismembered by the ghosts in the river.

Fortunately, he was alright. There was a wooden plank under his feet that he didn't know where it came from. The wooden plank was only two feet long, just enough to shelter.

Everyone, work harder and push harder.

Old God, we will help you cross the river.

We push you over.

In the haze, there were waves in the muddy river, and countless evil spirits rushed towards him, but the two-foot wooden board under his feet was pushed forward by a group of people whose faces could not be seen clearly.

These hazy figures shouted some strange but familiar words to him.

Let's stop the evil spirits.

You youngsters, work hard.

In the chaos, an elderly figure rushed towards the evil spirit that was coming from behind, and fought with the evil spirit in the water until it was eaten by the evil spirit.

This scene did not frighten the phantom pushing the wooden board. They went on and on, struggling to block the evil spirit that was rushing towards him with their bodies, and smiled when they were torn apart by the evil spirit.

That's right, he couldn't read it wrong, even though his face was hazy, he could still clearly see those people grinning.

No, go, go, leave me alone.

The young man waved his hands on the wooden board, trying to rush down, but his legs were tightly hugged by several dolls, making it impossible for people to get off the wooden board.

The old god is kind to us, and we will cross you out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Hurry up, the front is coming to an end, let's hurry up.

The wooden board swings through the turbid water and shuttles forward. At the end of the turbid spring water, there is a white light curtain twisted like a whirlpool, overflowing with pale light.

Shenhou Shenhou, my name is wow, nah~

When it was about to rush out of the Yellow Spring, a doll holding the young legs raised its head and stretched out a hand, and said sweetly: This was found under the Yellow Spring, wow, give it to Shenhou.

At the same time, the wooden board broke through the pale light curtain, and he felt dizzy, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

No!

Huh~

In the stone house, the young man woke up abruptly, panting heavily, and sweating profusely all over his body.

Shenhou~

Who is the god?

I am a god?

Where am I, Tianhou Mountain, it's not me but Wanshi City...

After a long time, the scattered light in the young man's eyes gradually converged, and he became energetic again.

I am the God of Tianhou Mountain.

Spreading out his palm, a dark yellow bead appeared in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment.

Shenhou Shenhou, my name is wow, nah~.

This was found under the underworld, wow wow give it to Shenhou.

Huangquan Road.

Staring blankly at the beads in his hand, there was a strange aura and a hint of coolness.

youth……

No, it should be said that it is the old god, murmured.

The reincarnation has returned.

...

Outside the small courtyard.

Qiao'er stands gracefully, and behind her is the imperial physician Ling Muqiao, waiting quietly.

Kacha~

Finally the door opened, and a young man dressed in coarse linen came out, his face vaguely looked like an old god.

Qiao'er congratulates the Marquis of God on his return.

Seeing the voice coming out, Qiaoer saluted and said with a smile.

Ashes return to ashes, and the previous life is like dust. This time, all the blessings have been exhausted. The title of Shenhou is inappropriate. I will change my real name back to Tianqingmu in the future.

The old Shenhou who had just returned from reincarnation had complex eyes, as if he hadn't fully adapted yet.

Okay, let the medical doctor order you to check your body. Our Hui family will prepare to restore your strength. I believe that you will be able to recover the strength of your previous life in less than 30 to 50 years.

it is good.

Shenhou nodded, and asked Mu Qiao to come up to check himself. He said that the check was just to see if this body had suffered some hidden injuries when it was not awakened in these years.

As the first reincarnated powerhouse of the Great Xia Clan, the meaning of Shenhou's return is very different. He is the first person, and the same reincarnation and return will also be a very precious heritage of the Great Xia Clan.