The Strongest Tribe

Although the Liling Palace was thought of on a whim, it was just the right time for Daxia today. A Marquis Department without even the slightest background is nothing.

The background can also enrich the fortune of the family, and the so-called sufficient storage means sufficient stamina.

Even if some big clans have been in decline for hundreds of thousands of years, once talented clansmen are born, they will immediately flourish again, relying on the cultivation of a dragon formed by sufficient background, perfect martial arts, and well-prepared heaven and earth spirits aisle.

A truly strong clan depends on the continuous birth of talents, as well as perfect martial arts and resource supplements. A tribe can be born by a great opportunity, and even be promoted to the Marquis, or even the King's Department in one fell swoop.

But what is needed next is to fight steadily and step by step to strengthen the shortcomings in various places. Of course, if the offspring can continuously give birth to young geniuses, the stamina will be even stronger.

A tribe with insufficient foundation, even the mighty one, will be nothing but a flash in the pan in the end.

As a newborn Daxia, he has benefited from Bianhuang's good luck. In addition, because there have been no large tribes in Bianhuang for many years, there are not many disputes in the region's luck. In a short period of time, so many land-opening realm experts will gather.

Handing over the spiritual palace to Fat Brother is a fitting occasion, after all, Fat Brother's eyes are the king of leaks, and they are perfect for enriching the treasure house of the Linggong.

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Under the night, on the walls of the inner city, beast flames leaped, and the entire Great Xia City was still brightly lit. There were many warriors passing by on the stone road, facing the middle section of Zhongzhou Avenue in the center. The huge monster body lay there, attracting the figures walking around to stop. wait and see.

Among the people who stopped, some of them attracted attention. These people were all wearing uniform black robes, with totem god patterns embroidered on their chests. Some had white beards, some were young people, and their strengths varied.

These are the tribesmen selected from various cities in Daxia to visit the demon body. Everyone has some reputation, whether it is a farm official, or a witch doctor, or a filial son in the neighborhood, or a clansman who rescues the dying and heals the wounded.

On the top of the city, Xia Tuo's eyes crossed the void and landed on these people. Looking at the bursting eyes in their eyes, he nodded slightly.

This kind of action is very effective in cultivating the sense of pride of the ethnic group. Daxia is different from other Hou tribes. It accepts all rivers, annexes various tribes, and has hundreds of millions of people. It is not enough to rely on the name of Daxia alone. The Xia people develop a sense of honor for the Great Xia.

The glory of being a Daxia person is also a sense of belonging.

These chosen ones,

After visiting the bones of the demon princes and returning to their respective hometowns, it is a banner that becomes an example for their respective hometowns.

Husband.

Under the moonlight, Jian Ling's figure seemed to be floating, and his long skirt was fluttering, falling from the sky.

At this moment, Jian Ling's body was resurfacing with the sharpness of swordsmanship, and the cold air was released. This was because he had practiced the body training method of ice sword bones.

After Jian Ling fell, she snuggled up beside Xia Tuo, didn't say much, and quietly watched the lights and crowds in the city.

This time I got a chance to go out. The tempering of the battle bones has passed the first level. It's a pity that the mighty power of the sharpening place has disappeared. Otherwise, your sword bones can also be sharpened.

There is a definite number of chances.

Jian Ling raised his head and gave Xia Tuo a blank look. It is already pretty good to get good fortune, so there is no need to be greedy.

But it's okay, the chances in the Dragon Mansion are enough, and the ice spirit bead is estimated to only take decades to transform, but it's a pity that no sword spirits have been found.

Spiritual objects in the world are hard to find, so what is there to be dissatisfied with if you can find one?

In contrast, Jian Ling is quite open-minded. She already has the blood of ice in her body, so creating a world of ice is in line with her own way. As for the spiritual objects that fit the way of the sword, if you can find them, you can find them, and it doesn't matter if you can't find them.

Next, I'm going to retreat and improve my strength to the completion of the first part of the ground-opening state, and even the second step. You still need to protect me by the side.

it is good.

Under the night, the two figures floated away, and they spent the night embracing and resting in the dormitory. The next morning, facing the dawn, Xia Tuo and his wife appeared on the top of Tianlu Mountain.

Compared with other ground-opening realm powerhouses, who would refine their battle body step by step, and then it would be a matter of course, tempering small worlds one after another, Xia Tuo himself broke the boundaries of the battle body first, making his battle body stronger and then , in turn quickly quenching the small world.

This kind of practice also exists in the barren land, but there are not many of them, and the further the realm goes, the more difficult it is to go.

Here Xia Tuo began to retreat to improve his realm, and the same fat brother also started to retreat in Qianya Valley. This time in the Dragon Mansion, no matter whether it was him, Xia Tuo, or the old Shenhou, they all received a lot of baptism.

Compared with his and Xia Tuo's improvement in physique, the old Shenhou has further transformed his decayed bloodline. Although no substantial improvement can be seen, his lifespan has increased due to the reappearance of flesh and blood.

In Qianya Valley, in a cave, Fat Brother sat cross-legged on a temporary stone platform, with a small ax resting on his knees, his whole body glowed with light.

Around the cave, wisps of spiritual energy came out from various cracks and holes in the stones and gathered on his body.

Fat Lord's combat body training method is called round combat body, don't look at the chubby lump, how can the flesh grow for nothing, it is all condensed blood.

The so-called good work must first sharpen its tools. Fat Brother naturally understands that he must strike while the iron is hot to improve his strength, and then go outside to fish for treasures and enrich the spiritual palace.

For a while, under the command of the Great Xia Clan, the top powerhouses were all retreating, Qiaoer was in the ancestral land, and Luo ran to the Nether Blood Mountain in Zhu Rongyu.

In the Nether Blood Mountain Cave Mansion, there is a chilly atmosphere. Sitting in the middle of the blood pool, Luo Pan is surrounded by an illusory four-winged snake, which is in sync with his own breathing. Every breath will trigger the air flow in the cave mansion. move.

While breathing, the illusory four-winged python gradually began to solidify, and its whole body was covered with wrinkles, as if its bloated body had been thinned all of a sudden, and its body surface piled up together. There was not a single scale on its body, and its limbs The wings are pitch black.

The four-winged python let out a low growl, and then opened its eyes, which exuded ice-coldness, and its aura had the same root as the snail's body.

hum!

The next moment, the evil python's body was illusory, and it burrowed towards the witch mark between its eyebrows. There was a roar in an instant, like the sound of Taoism, and the breath of the snail seemed to have stagnated at this moment.

A bright black light bloomed from the witch seal between his eyebrows, and his primordial spirit completely merged with the natal evil spirit, tearing apart the world of the witch seal.

A witch cultivator and a martial artist practice differently in the ground-opening realm. The witchcraft world of a witch is opened from the witch seal. The world opened by a warrior tends to be a world of flesh and blood, while a witch tends to a spiritual world.

Of course, the two ultimately lead to the same goal by different routes. The warrior reaches the fifth step of the ground-opening state, and the wizard reaches the fifth level of the witch saint. Both of them will transform into the only real world.

At this moment, within the seal of Luo Mei Xin Wu, there was a decaying atmosphere, a drop of water as black as ink burst into black light, and then it seemed like a cloud of black mist exploded, spreading the universe, the evil python's life soul screamed up to the sky, tearing apart the sky Decay, opening up a void space in the witch seal.

This is fundamentally different from the space where the Soul of Fate was in when the Witch Seal was first formed, and it can touch the edge, but at the beginning of the Witch Seal where the fate is located, as long as the soul power spreads enough, it can spread infinitely.

hum!

After the evil python opened the world of witchcraft, its body flashed black light, its long body curled up, gradually shrunk, and finally turned into a mark like a rune, suspended in the center of the world of witchcraft, shining like a star world.

Immediately afterwards, with a thought, several spiritual lights appeared in the world, a copper lamp, a dark golden Gu worm, a half-destroyed wooden boat, and a bone dagger full of cracks.

After successfully opening up the witchcraft world, Luo's aura surged up and down, and it took a long time before it gradually calmed down.

...

Great Xia Ancestral Land, Eternal Mountains.

In the original Jiuchongshi Temple, Qiaoer was sitting on the stone platform, with her chin resting on her white jade hands, a glowing light flickered between her brows, the witch seals were turning like stars, and one of them, a fat and white silkworm, was spitting out spiritual silk , about to completely weave the inside of Wuyin.

Rhubarb, you said that I want you to connect your fate line to a female rhubarb, do you think it's fun?

On the stone table beside him, Zhu Yan, who looked like a white-haired monkey, opened one eye, glanced at Qiaoer, and then closed it again.

boring!

Seeing Rhubarb ignoring her, Qiaoer sighed, she spread her jade hands, and the sky lantern of fate appeared.

The lamp oil and lamp twist of the sky lantern are about to run out, and the lamp twist is okay. If there is a lucky silkworm, the spiritual silk spit out can be twisted into lamp twist, but the lamp oil is difficult to deal with.

Rhubarb, let me take you out for a walk.

Zhu Yan didn't even raise his eyes this time, and turned over, with his back to Qiao'er.

Qiaoer frowned slightly, the witch seal between her brows was slowly turning like a star, exuding a mysterious and mysterious coercion, she was originally in retreat, but suddenly woke up for some reason, suddenly there was a feeling of being very still and thinking about moving.

For a cultivator, every thought may not have arisen for no reason, and Qiao'er was a little puzzled as to why she had such a thought.

However, because her small world of witchcraft has not been completed yet, she did not leave the clan.

As a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, the Destiny Celestial Silkworm has abnormal spirituality. After being controlled by her, it swallows and swallows spiritual threads autonomously, building a small world of witchcraft.

But after the idea of ​​Jingjisidong came out, Qiaoer felt that she no longer had the mood to retreat, and once she became quiet, she would be disturbed by this idea.

It's true that she practiced the Dao of Destiny, but she couldn't do the math for herself.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that old white deer?

Frowning her crystal forehead, Qiao'er rested her chin in both hands, muttering to herself.

Forget it, let's go see if Uncle is out of customs, and ask him what to do.

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On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo's body emitted roaring sounds, like huge waves rolling in. In every small world, there are waves of black and yellow air rising and rolling, connecting with thirty-six celestial veins, and connecting with seventy-two small worlds .

The congenital aura turned into tens of thousands of dark and yellow auras, making every small world wrapped in a layer of mud-like mottled barriers, exuding a thick and boundless feeling.

After the transformation of all the small worlds is completed, the blood energy in the body begins to transform towards the power of the world in the small world. The thickness and vitality of the innate soil begin to baptize the flesh and blood of the whole body from the inside out. Produce a heavy numb feeling.

ps there is another update tonight

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