The Strongest Tribe

After the Luoshui Guardian Formation collapsed, Luoshui's destruction was no accident. Hundreds of thousands of beast cores exploded together, and the effect really exceeded Xia Tuo's expectations.

As the elders and deacons of the Luoshui tribe were beheaded, there was not much resistance in the fallen mountains of the Luoshui tribe. Looking at the ruins all over the ground, Xia Tuo landed on a hill that was still intact and looked around.

The ruins and mountains with a radius of thousands of miles seemed a little silent, flames pierced through the air, thick smoke billowed, and everything was smoothed by the explosion in a trance.

At this moment, the surrounding elders did not dare to come forward to disturb them, and began to command the clan soldiers to confiscate the resources in the Luoshui Mountains. The explosion destroyed the Luoshui formation, and also submerged many things in the Luoshui Bo tribe.

Not long after, Lao Yuan appeared.

All right?

It's just a small dragon.

Lao Yuan said nonchalantly, and Xia Tuo shook his head lightly, so he didn't care that Lao Yuan dared to kill a fierce beast in the field so lightly.

Elder Hong, let all the clan soldiers gather resources and gather the remaining clansmen in Luoshui.

Gathering his mind, Xia Tuo began to order that Luoshui's destruction was unexpected. After all, so much preparation had been made in advance, and the time and place were right.

Not long after, the treasury of the Luoshui Bo tribe came out, and the cave under the mountain was full of various resources, and some tribesmen began to prepare for packing and transporting.

Xia Tuo found the cracked Luoshui totem tablet, a statue of a dragon inlaid with gold and blue light. At this moment, the dragon's body was cracked, and the fine cracks covered the gaps in every scale, and the remaining spiritual light was hidden deep in the totem tablet.

This totem pillar has stored the essence of Luoshui purple energy for thousands of years. If it is not brought back to the tribe as soon as possible, it will quickly dissipate in the world, and the spirit of the totem in the pillar will fall into silence.

Patriarch, there are warriors from the surrounding tribes coming to peep around.

Elder Lu hurried over from the outside and said to Xia Tuo.

Let them see.

Xia Tuo put away the totem stele, waved his hand, and said indifferently.

Set up the tribal banner and tell everyone that this area belongs to me from today onwards.

yes!

Send an order to Elder Hong to sort out the confiscated resources as soon as possible,

Especially the family records and classics that Luoshui has passed down over the years, these are the most important things.

yes.

The soldiers of the 30,000 tribes were like ants moving in the Luoshui tribe, gathering things one after another.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye, but there are too many things accumulated in a Bobu that has been passed down through the ages, and the mountains and fields have been turned into ruins, so it needs to be searched out again.

In order to ensure safety, Xia Tuo personally sits here.

...

When Luoshui was destroyed, everyone was shocked!

The news began to spread in all directions, and now there are fifty-seven high-level tribes in the Luoshui area south of Xiaogu. These high-level tribes are distributed on a vast land with a radius of one hundred thousand miles, and the distance between them is very large. Far.

However, the news of the demise of the suzerain of the Shangbang quickly spread to all directions, and all the tribes sent their strong men to gather in Luoshui, wanting to see what happened, but all they saw were ruins.

...

Xia Tuo is aware of the turmoil in the outside world, but he has encountered a big problem, the reprimand from Tianhou Mountain.

It turned out that what happened at the Jubei Mountain in Nine Dragons in the Holy King Mountain Range was more serious than he had imagined. Ten supernatural powers in the northwest land were trapped in it, and the giant monument flew away without a trace.

In addition to the ten supernatural powers, there are hundreds of supernatural powers. You must know that there are only 19 Bobu in the entire northwest land, which is equivalent to severely injuring ten Bobu and dozens of high-grade tribes all at once. .

At this time, he wiped out Luoshui again, and it was nothing to replace the tribes in the past. After all, in this corner of the northwest, Linghe and Kuilei had been wiped out in the past few decades, and one more Luoshui was nothing.

But at this time, Shenhou was in a bad mood. Da Xia destroyed Luoshui and made Shenhou more difficult, so Xia Tuo was so honored to be remembered.

Because of Daxia's actions, the nineteen Bobu of the Northwest Land became eighteen again.

...

Eternal Mountain Range, Great Xia Clan Palace.

In the hall, Xia Tuo's breath was restrained, and in front of him was the war envoy from Tianhou Mountain, Hong Feng, the second disciple among the three disciples of Shenhou, a strong man in the supernatural power realm.

Whether it's his own strength or the old god behind him, he has to wait obediently.

Fortunately, Xiong He, the third disciple of Shenhou, did not come this time, and the temper in front of him was considered mild, and there was a detached attitude in his words, unwilling to meddle in other people's business.

Patriarch Xia, this time the Northwest is in such a crisis, Master and his old man are furious, you have to take care of yourself.

Yes Yes.

Hong Feng looked at Xia Tuo and nodded slightly. He didn't care about going down the mountain to search for hunting places this time, but he was following the order of his teacher. Whether it was the destroyed Luoshui or the Daxia in front of him, he was concerned. In the eyes, there is no too much thought.

The matter has become a foregone conclusion. If he could come to the north a few days earlier, he would have prevented the Great Xia Department from attacking. It's a pity that Luoshui didn't have that luck. This is fate.

Is it possible to convict the Daxia tribe, not to mention that Tianhou Mountain has never cared much about the replacement of the northwest tribes. Now that the north is more than 100,000 miles away, only the Daxia tribe is left. If the Daxia tribe is convicted, this area Who will guard the area?

Seeing the war envoy Hong Feng stepping out and disappearing into the sky the next moment, Xia Tuo couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief and sat on the stone chair.

Not long after Luoshui was destroyed, the door was blocked before the meat in his mouth was digested, which was really uncomfortable.

Patriarch.

After the war envoy left, the elders of the Xia tribe walked into the hall one by one and looked at Xia Tuo.

Elder Feng summoned his clansmen to draw witch patterns on the beast cores seized from the Luoshui treasury.

After calming down, Xia Tuo gave orders.

Elder Yin Hong, the remnants of Luoshui's Hundred Waters and Thousand Mountains Formation have been gone, let's see if it can be repaired.

After arranging the clan affairs, Xia Tuo headed towards Tianlu Mountain Cave. The totem stele he got from Luoshui was handed over to Wuwu. For Wuwu, it is the nourishment for growth.

In the cave sky, the divine pattern of the carved dragon totem is overflowing with blue and purple divine light, dense and floating, and a hornless dragon is full of rays of light, lingering in a divine glow, and there are constantly high-pitched dragon chants.

This scene has been going on for a month of hesitation. Luoshui ranks as the lord of the Bobu, and the Luoshui Totem Spirit is naturally the lord of the Bobu. If it is not the innate god master, Wuwu really can't swallow it.

Entering the cave, Xia Tuo felt in the dark that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and the sound of dragon chant resounded, impacting the spiritual world.

The hornless dragon has flying whiskers, only ten feet in size, its whole body is gilded and purple, and it constantly stirs up the vast purple air, trying to break free, but a little purple light floats above its head, as if a divine mountain is coming to the world, suppressing it, no matter what, it will overwhelm the river and sea, It is difficult to break free.

With every breath, a wisp of purple air was drawn from the dragon's body and submerged in the purple spot light above. At this moment, Wuwu was surrounded by purple light and turned into a big purple cocoon.

As the extracted purple air became more and more intense, the purple cocoon became more and more bright. In the flickering light, a figure with a human face and a bird's body was faintly seen.

Xia Tuo could clearly see that the big cocoon that Wuwu had transformed was connected to the big pillar of clan luck above Tianlu Mountain. In the past month, the tribe's purple pillar of energy had increased by nearly one-third, and there were already Seventy feet of air, like a pillar of heaven across the sky, glowing with purple light.

It is estimated that when Wuwu completely refines the Luoshui Jiaolong and infuses the purple energy into the Great Xia clan fortune, the tribe's clan fortune pillar will reach a hundred feet in thickness, and it will truly stand like a mountain.

In the past month, the spirits of the Daxia people have become more and more vigorous, and all the people know that their tribe has wiped out a Bo tribe.

Now they are no longer mountain people with no information. Every member of the tribe knows what kind of level Bobu is, and even more knows that in the entire northwest land, the most powerful tribe of the human race is Bobu.

Great Xia destroyed a Bobu, and their tribe destroyed a Bobu, what a power this is, just thinking about it makes people feel emotional, and feel that their blood is boiling in the dark.

Especially the totem warriors in the clan felt scorching heat splattering all over their bodies, as if their blood was burning, and they felt as if they wanted to jump up while walking.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xia Tuo's spiritual world was a little touched, and he and the purple energy in front of him became one in a trance, and strands of purple energy intertwined and passed through his physical body, and began to grow in the spiritual world.

The next moment, he flew away from the cave world, landed in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and merged with the tribal Yun Dazhu into one, the purple light was scorching, bright and mysterious.

The Ziqi Clan Movement is a dao rhyme born from the Yankang era. It has gone through the slave tribe system of the three eras of the human race, and it has already coincided with the heaven and earth dao rhyme.

At this moment, Xia Tuo's mind was drawn by the movement of the Great Xia Clan, and the surrounding purple qi surrounded his body and began to seep into his limbs and bones, and his spiritual world was even more submerged by purple light.

In an instant, he seemed to have lost all senses, and all spiritual will sank into chaos.

...

The Great Xia Tribe was immersed in the joy of the soaring power of the clan, but the entire frontier and northwest land was plunged into panic. All of a sudden, ten supernatural powers disappeared, and hundreds of strangers from the divine Tibetan realm, which was almost equivalent to a sudden death. Cut off nearly half of the power of the Northwest.

Changes in fortune, ebb and flow, the fate of the human race fell, and the natural demon luck prevailed. In just one month, nearly a hundred middle and upper tribes in millions of miles of mountains and fields in the northwest were attacked by demons.

However, with the disappearance of the Bo Lord, there was no one who suppressed the powerful people, and the vassal tribes under the Bo Bu's command naturally lacked protection. For a time, the northwest land was turbulent, and chaos was born.

Even if there are many strong men who come down from Tianhou Mountain and walk all over the world, the northwest region is vast, and the strong men who come out of Tianhou Mountain alone cannot take care of everything.

Tianhou Mountain.

The old god Hou's eyes searched for the void, and his eyes seemed to see through the void. For a moment, the void on Tianhou Mountain shattered and turned into pieces of illusory space fragments.

hum!

At the same time, a wave of monster energy came from the shattered void, the monster energy was as strong as a demon, and phantom shadows swayed all over the sky in a trance, and the monster country belonging to the Black Wind Demon Lord was filled with mist, like the dark soil deep in the earth, Exudes coldness and silence.

Old Tianshan, how long can you hold on?

A cold voice came from the demon kingdom, and there was a phoenix shadow with nine heads in the gray mist. When warriors cultivated to the supernatural power level, they could shuttle in the long river of space, let alone surpass the supernatural power level. There is also a higher level of land creation.

you guess.

Shenhou chanted softly, with a calm expression.

When you are buried in the loess, I will burn incense sticks for you.

After saying that, the demon shadow retreated, passing through layers of space faults, and wisps of monster energy followed it into the depths of the space.

For the sake of the mountain, I fell short.

The old god Hou let the demon shadow recede, and looked at the gradually smoothing space river, showing a sad face.

Originally, he had joined forces with Lord Linghu Shui and the head of the Wuwu Clan, and saw that the forces of the Bianhuang Monster Clan were continuously being transferred back to the Monster Domain, to see if he could gather forces to counterattack the Monster Clan, but he didn't expect that there would be a big problem here.

The lifespan of the monster race is longer than that of the human race, and he has already entered the twilight years, but Tianhou Mountain has no successors. This is what worries him the most.

Once he sits down, Tianhou Mountain will definitely be taken away by the monster clan, and the situation in the frontier will deteriorate further. Over the years, he, Linghu, and Wuwu have been supporting each other's horns, and they have just supported the situation in the frontier.

Without him, Linghu and Zhuwu must be enemies.

For a time, the old God Hou could be said to have mixed feelings. He had been in Tianhou Mountain for 3,600 years, and the old God Hou Qin of the previous generation appointed him as the God Hou of Tianhou Mountain.

After his death, who can succeed the guardian of the Northwest?

Master, this disciple is incompetent.

After stepping into the cave mansion, Xun Fenghou knelt down with shame on his face.

He is in the realm of supernatural powers, but if there is no great good fortune, there is no hope of opening up the land in this life. If he hadn't been appointed by the master to sit in other places in the previous good fortune, he would have gone there in person, but he did not expect to escape. robbery.

For the Northwest Land, the Pioneering Realm is not only a realm of martial arts, but also carries the hope of the Northwest Land.

Master, the Nine Phoenix Demon Kingdom also has strong demon uncles trapped in it, and their life is not much better.

Glancing at the disciples in front of him, the old Shenhou didn't speak. If it wasn't for the strong men under Yaohou's subordinates who got trapped in this time, I'm afraid the northwest land would not be a small turmoil, but a real chaotic battle.

Next, I'm going to retreat. You sit in Tianhou Mountain and appease the disciples in the mountain.

yes.

Hou Xunfeng saluted respectfully and exited the cave.

Seeing the disciple leave, the old Shenhou relaxed his expression, a black and yellow divine light flashed on his body, and an illusory figure walked out of the body, and after three steps away, it had turned into a solid body, looking like flesh and blood.

Then it turned into a stream of light and quietly disappeared in Tianhou Mountain.

...

Great Xia Department.

The family luck is rising, and the purple air is like fire, rising more and more blazingly, especially around Tianlu Mountain, it condenses into auspicious glow, and the phantom of the giant dragon and phoenix floats in the wisps of purple air.

On the top of Tianlu Mountain, a large pillar of purple air traverses the sky, lingering around the purple air and turning into a wandering dragon, as if worshiping the sky.

Boom!

Over the past few days, there have been constant roars in the mountains, and the purple air has been falling down the mountain stream like light rain. The people of the Xia Tribe feel very warm and moist, as if they are walking through the quiet river water.

In the depths of the large pillar of purple qi, Xia Tuo was submerged in the pure purple qi, his spirit was clear, and there was a voice ringing in his ears. The sea of ​​qi stored by the seventy-two gods in his body stirred up big waves, and sprays of water swept across and turned into The blue dragon passed through the sky veins, watering the flesh and blood of its whole body, and then exploded with a bang.

In that instant, his way of water reached perfection in one fell swoop.

This is not over yet, the sword chanting in the body is dull, the mountains and rivers sword floats out a black and yellow shadow, like a dragon-headed giant beast, roaring up to the sky, a black and yellow divine light explodes in the body, turning into a little rain of light, and the way of earth is further perfected.

The fighting spirit was bubbling, the Dao rhyme and the fighting spirit merged together, and a transformation took place, and the totem shape transformed by the Dao rhyme loomed, and five days later, a purple lightning thunder dragon was outlined in Xia Tuo's body, roaring towards the sky, The whole body seems to be caught in a thunder net, and the thunder path is also complete.

The water way, the earth way, and the thunder way in the Dzogchen realm, the three kinds of dao rhymes merged into one, blending with the seven wars to water the flesh and blood of the whole body, he tried to start the transformation of the vitality dao rhyme.

Under the scouring of the three kinds of dao rhymes, the vitality in the body became more and more intense, the blood flowing in the blood vessels turned pale gold, and every drop was as thick as crystal blood beads, full of vitality.

Dao rhyme battle energy kept washing the flesh and blood over and over again, allowing the vitality to gather, so time passed day by day. On this day, a faint voice of Dao sounded from the big pillar of purple energy.

Sitting cross-legged in the big pillar of purple qi, Xia Tuo's whole body shone with bright blue light, covering up the scorching purple qi for a while, and his spiritual world was also filled with blue light.

A blazing vitality burst out from the depths of the blood, and a primitive Dao talisman exuding a hazy blue light was conceived in the blood droplet. This Dao talisman seemed to contain thousands of vitality, resonated with his own flesh and blood, and fit his body.

The birth of this rune swept through the three mysteries of water, earth, and thunder that melted in the body in an instant, and it was concluded into three Taoist talismans in the blink of an eye.

hum!

In an instant, Xia Tuo's spiritual world seemed to have a great sun across the sky, illuminating the hazy mist, and a figure with two dragons on his feet appeared. At this moment, the figure with wings on its back and two dragons could be vaguely seen, and its facial features were similar to his.

boom!

In an instant, a life rune was outlined between the figure's brows, triggering the other three runes to blend into it as an aid. The evolution of the spiritual world also manifested outside his body, and a prototype of supernatural powers evolved behind him.

Xia Tuo is trying to transform. The body-refining methods passed down through the eight generations of Jumang have derived the Daoyun of Life, but now he wants to walk out of his own path of martial arts, which requires a long process.

When the eyes opened and closed, there was a burst of splendor, and the trembling in his heart took a long time before he settled down. He took a deep breath and calmed down.

His path to supernatural powers has been opened up, and the next step is to grind the kung fu to solidify the embryonic form of supernatural powers, waiting for the moment when it will come to fruition.

After being promoted to the Divine Ability Realm, the fighting spirit has also been transformed, which is one of the reasons why the Divine Ability Realm is far superior to the Shenzang Realm.

After calming down, Xia Tuo began to use his fighting spirit to cultivate the embryonic form of supernatural powers.

At the same time he was baptized and transformed by the fortune of the clan, Wuwu in the cave sky of Tianlu Mountain was also undergoing transformation. The purple air ignited a flame, wrapped a cocoon in it, and saw a figure with feathers.

And in the vast ocean of purple air with a radius of hundreds of miles above Tianlu Mountain, the plumes of Huwu's wings are thousands of feet in size, sinking and floating in the ocean of purple air, with their eyes closed, and every time they breathe in and out, they arouse the purple air to sweep like a river. .

He sits cross-legged in the ocean of purple qi like a human being, stirring the floating purple qi in the entire Eternal Mountain Range. Every breath he takes in and out sweeps the aura of heaven and earth, and melts with the purple qi into scattered bits and pieces, submerging into the Daxia clan invisibly. people's body.

Click!

In the cave of Tianlu Mountain, the purple light cocoon split open, and Wuwu got out. At this moment, his appearance has changed greatly, and he is no different from the figure in the air transported purple sea on Tianlu Mountain.

From a small loach to what it is now, Wuwu has completed the first transformation, completed the transformation from the juvenile period to the growth period.

call out!

Wuwu, who got out of the cocoon, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the surrounding purple fire in one gulp. At this moment, there was no trace of the Luoshui dragon totem in the cave, and even the totem stele was reduced to ashes.

Then Wuwu turned into a stream of light, rushed into the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and merged with the thousand-foot-sized phantom.

what.

Looking around, he waved his hand to control the vast sea of ​​purple qi, and the cloud of purple qi for two thousand miles, Wuwu saw a black cloud in the purple qi, and in the black cloud there was a dragon howling and roaring, swallowing and breathing out the purple qi.

But compared to Baili's vast sea of ​​purple air, this cloud of black cloud was too unrealistic, and he caught it in his hand with a wave of his hand, and opened his mouth wide to swallow it.

The tribes are all extinct, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He clicked and chewed twice, swallowed it into his body, and the next moment, this black cloud emerged from the ocean of purple air.

Suddenly, Wuwu was in trouble, and the sea of ​​black clouds depended on him.

...

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and a white-haired old man appeared outside the Eternal Mountains, squinting his eyes towards the lingering purple air in the mountains.

The purple qi lingering over the Eternal Mountains is invisible to ordinary people, but in the eyes of the old Shenhou, there is nothing to hide. He saw the purple qi sweeping the mountains and forests converging into a cyclone, sparks ignited, and after colliding with each other, A cloud of purple flames will be ignited.

Under the will of his primordial spirit, the purple air above the Eternal Mountains was like a fire cooking with oil, sweeping around at the slightest burst, enveloping the four fields, and permeating all directions.

It took him half a year to walk through the eighteen tribes in the northwest and dozens of high-class tribes, and it was the first time he saw the purple air before him.

In his eyes, the momentum of the Ziqi is like a magnificent mountain from ancient times, with continuous ups and downs and a long history. Then he stepped towards the depths of the mountains. For some reason, the Daxia people who came and went in the mountains did not notice him The presence.

The old Shenhou boarded a big boat returning to the north, and went up the Inner Hebei. He saw the purple air swirling in the mountains bursting into flames, like a lamp, heading towards the ocean of luck in the center of the clan. , turning into a purple sky fire, reflecting the sky and the earth.

In comparison, a wisp of black resentment in the vast ocean is nothing at all.

The people of Daxia are surrounded by purple qi, their hearts are burning like fire, a surge of pride grows in their bodies, their faces are glowing red, and they are full of energy.

The old Shenhou's gaze was like a torch, and his hole was like watching a fire. His figure wandered through the mountain stream like a ghost, and appeared at the foot of a mountain. This area is connected by mountains and rivers, and the aura is full of energy. There is a Daxia people living here, about three to four thousand people.

Outside the settlement, there are five or six little dolls playing, most of them are five or six years old, wearing small animal skin clothes, their bodies are as strong as a little tiger, and they can't be naughty.

A little doll was running towards the river, and suddenly felt as if he had hit a rock, and squatted on the ground. He looked up and saw a kind old man looking at him.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes with his little hands, it was clear that no one was there just now.

Hey, grandpa, are you here to pick me up into the palace?

The little guy rolled his eyes, thought for a while, and opened his mouth to speak.

The children of the tribe heard the most words every day, that their parents would send them to the school, and let two old grandfathers with white beards discipline them.

Seeing the old Shenhou in front of him, Mu Wa asked without thinking too much.

At this moment, several other little dolls also gathered around, looking at the old Shenhou with curiosity.

Are you Grandpa Feng or Grandpa Bai, I have memorized thirty witch patterns.

I'll have fifty.

I know that the Wild Nine Regions have the Great Yin Region, the Zhu Rong Region, and the Dijiang Region...

Several dolls shouted scramblingly, and the remaining little girl was squeezed behind, her big eyes were shining brightly, and she was about to cry.

I, I, I... I know a hundred witch patterns, and I also know how to draw the simplest three-talented talisman in the fire witch pattern. I want to become a witch venerable like the high priest.

The old Shenhou didn't care, and then he squatted on the ground, asked a few little dolls to do a good job, and asked aloud: What else do you know?

Hearing this, several little dolls rushed to speak out, wanting to show what they knew.

The old Shenhou listened and nodded, he could tell that among the dolls in front of him, the little girl had a bit of talent in witchcraft, and the talent of other kids in martial arts could only be considered ordinary, but the little doll knew a lot of things, each The children all know the witch pattern more or less.

Grandpa, I still~~

Hey, where's the old man?

Woo~~ why is it missing?

At this time Muwa looked up and suddenly found that the old man was gone, and the dolls were all surprised. At this time, there was a sound not far away, and several Daxia people passed by.

Not long after, the old Shenhou appeared at another gathering place of the Xia tribe, and also greeted a few little babies. After a long time, he passed through several gathering places, and finally believed the facts before him.

He has long been proving the Dao and opening up the earth, he can perceive the changes in luck, and he can see clearly some subtle things. Many things on the wild land, no matter how big or small, are all related to luck. The scene seen by the Great Xia Department seems to be nothing, but Connecting together, but casting the foundation of the tribe.

He was very interested in what the Xia Tribe had seen and heard.

Just ask which tribe, the most common people in the tribe know some witch patterns and witch characters.

May I ask which tribe started imparting knowledge on the wild land from a baby? This is not one or two, but the unity of the entire tribe, which is the clan policy of the tribe.

May I ask which tribe has thousands of people who practice witchcraft? Even if more than 90% of them are witches, it means that the inheritance of witchcraft is no longer kept privately.

Ignorance is not terrible, what is terrible is sinking into ignorance.

The Great Xia Department made the old Shenhou feel a big difference. There was a strange color in his eyes, and he became more and more interested in this Great Xia Department that had only risen for decades.

He wants to meet the person who is in charge of Daxia.

ps Let me tell you, please take a leave. Tomorrow’s update will be in the evening. Today, some relatives came to the house and the house is a bit messy and I can’t concentrate on coding. I will go to grandma’s house tomorrow, and the update will be in the evening when I come back to code.