Vol 2 Chapter 963: Xia Gougou runs fast

The three million migrants who came out of Daxia City attracted many people to join when they passed through various realms. People from all over the country heard that the migrants were heading to the new capital city, not even the land. , To follow the clan leader.
Just when crossing the Wangu Road, the migrating tribes skyrocketed from three million to five million. This is still limited by the various cities and cities. For this reason, Xia Tuo had to order that the people of the various ethnic groups were not allowed to follow the migration. .
　　 Of course, this order can't stop the people of the shadow follower, and follow the clan leader. What is the spiritual field, and you have to follow it if you steal it.
　　 For this reason, Xia Tuo could only let the clan guard open the way in front of him, bypassing the city, so as not to cause turmoil in the city.
　　 A large number of women and children migrated with them. Even if there were cars and beasts, it was still inevitable that sometimes they had to stop and camp, and when they walked out of the Great Summer City, the team stretched for more than ten miles.
　　 One year later, the team has reached a hundred miles away.
In a year's time, the team has appeared on the west side of the Saint King Mountain Range, in the southern part of the Qingyang Dao Region. Over the past few hundred years, the appearance of this area has not changed much, nor is it a gathering place for urban settlements. It can be regarded as a small beast. paradise.
The Golden Woo went west, and the car was turned into a camp. The Daxia soldiers turned the place that stretched for more than 100 miles back and forth into a camp. The women and children were inside, the young and strong were outside, and the green smoke curled up. Some women simply laid the rocks. Make a stove, mix the spirit rice and bacon with it and cook.
The reason why the team stopped was naturally the clan leader Xia Tuo’s intention. He wanted to find something here. The Jiao clan said that the mocking wind stele was hidden in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, and he wanted to find it out. Look.
　　 It depends on the miracle of this mocking wind monument. This determines his next plan, and also determines the life and death of the Jiao clan sacrifice, whether to live longer or die faster.
　　 From the beginning, he was still not a good person. Of course, if he were a good person, Daxia would not be able to get there.
　　 Hundreds of years of integration, his thinking has also incorporated some of the emotions of the Great Wilderness, across the years, killing has always been the mainstream here, and it is also the easiest way to solve the problem.
　　 Golden Crow swayed three legs and quickly disappeared to the horizon. As night fell, the campsite stretching for hundreds of miles was still very noisy. There was a low hill in the center of the campsite, and Xia Tuo's car was here.
　　 Migrating out is naturally better than being in the city. Moreover, Xia Tuo is not the kind of person who is spoiled. If he has the conditions, he will naturally make it more comfortable. If there are no conditions right now, he will not have to deliberately buy it.
　　 The canopy on the previous car was once again covered, turning the car into a mobile palace. In the hall, Xia Tuo sat on the head, and above the wooden table in front of him, the purple Tianlu Mountain was suspended.
　　 Tianlu Mountain is three feet in size, and the whole body is purple and deep. There is a cloud of purple air on the top of the mountain. The purple light rushes out from the ocean and traverses the sky. It is shining in the night, visible from far and near.
On 　　 Tianlu Mountain, a palm-sized old tortoise is lying on a plate, migrating to the clan. He is the most dangerous person. For this reason, he is transformed into a real body, and he shrinks directly on Tianlu Mountain, lest his breath leak.
　　 In the hall, there are just two figures, Qiao'er sitting on the wooden chair below, the world of witch prints on the center of the eyebrows exudes a mysterious atmosphere.
　　 The hall is very quiet, Xia Tuo's mind is communicating with the old dragon of the earth veins. Since the mocking wind stele is hidden deep underground, the old dragon needs to take a look at it with the aura of earth veins.
　　The Saint King Mountain Range traverses the north and the south, majestic and majestic, and peaks beyond ten thousand feet abound. There are tens of thousands of beasts living in the mountains.
　　 Such a mountain is naturally impossible without spiritual support.
In the depths of the earth, the old dragon of the earth veins exudes colorful divine light. The body is more than ten thousand feet. The so-called ten thousand feet refers to his solid body part. In fact, if you count the small auras that stretch everywhere, it is enough to reach millions of feet. .
　　 Take this migration as an example, in an unmatched state of affairs, he swept all the inspirations where he passed, and after leaving, there will be countless inspirations left behind.
　　 Xia Tuo Yuanshen came out of his body and stood in front of the old dragon, waiting quietly.
　　The so-called art industry has specialization, the art of the old dragon of the earth vein is to control the earth, and now the earth that is under the control of Daxia, the only spiritual vein that exceeds the control is the northwestern Tianhou Mountain.
　　 Although the spirit veins of the Saint King Mountain Range are also very strong, it does not exceed the control of the old dragon of the Earth Vein. Of course, the spirit devices in the Saint King Mountain Range have not surrendered to the Daxia Earth Vein.
Xia Tuo knows this. The Holy King Mountain Range stretches for millions of miles. There is no human tribal life in the mountain. The Daxia veins were not particularly strong in the past. Therefore, he did not rush to take control of the mountains where no people live. Among.
　　 The old dragon head of the earth veins and Xia Tuo are facing each other, but the body has already extended endlessly towards the east, and the large and small spirits existing in the earth veins along the way are all incorporated into his huge perception.
The wasteland is a magical place. There are too many spiritual faculties in the depths of the earth, and spiritual faculties do not necessarily refer to spiritual veins. For example, a spiritual lake, the spiritual energy under the pool gathers into a cluster, a spiritual tree, a drop of spiritual fluid, Compared with the surroundings, all the places where the inspiration exists are full of aura.
There are many small inspirations in the Holy King Mountain Range, which are not easy for practitioners to absorb. Below the earth, the breath of the old dragon is divided into thousands, like a shuttle of spirit pythons, swimming around under the Holy King Mountain Range. go.
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　　 In the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, the peak is more than thirty-eight thousand feet high. The bottom of the peak splits, forming a cracked cliff that traverses east and west. The sound of the wind is like thunder, resounding everywhere.
The big crack stretched to the depths of the earth, without bottoming out. The more the crack went down, the darker and deeper it became. In the depths of the earth, an earth-yellow aura was winding and creeping. Every breath, the surrounding aura was like The sea is generally ebb and flow.
　　 However, the situation of this spiritual vein is not very good. The body is lying on the undulating rock wall, and there is a simple stone monument the size of ten meters above the head. The stone monument is full of vicissitudes and has dragon patterns looming.
　　 Not far from the Lingmai Dragon's head, there is a green deer that has kept its body alive, with ferocious antlers growing on its head, and its head is slightly slender like a dragon head. The heart is still beating, but the soul has disappeared.
　　 Just like this, Qinglu stood, his eyes scattered, and he was still staring at the stone stele above the spiritual vein.
　　 A grey air flow fell down from the stone tablet, and it fell on the yellow spirit vein, suppressing the normal movement of the spirit vein, and every breath would have countless inspirations into the body by the stone tablet.
　　 Wow!
　　 In the silent underground world, the aura suddenly rushed from the west like a tide, and the aura that rushed in exudes a colorful halo, and it quickly merged with the yellow aura.
　　 With the passage of time, more and more colorful auras rushed in, adhering to the body of the yellow spiritual veins.
　　 The yellow earth dragon spirit veins trembled instinctively, and the earthy yellow light on his body was shining, setting off a wave towards the colorful spirit pulse, and all of the flowing colorful spirit energy was flooded.
　　 It is a pity that the earth-yellow aura was unable to succeed, and was soon hit by the colorful aura again. In the entire world of the underground rock wall, the aura was great, and the aura was like water.
　　 Outside the mountain on the top of the rock wall, Xia Tuo stood with his hands in his hands, looking into the depths of the crack, with a slight expression, stepped into the crack.
　　 It took only a little effort, and without much effort, he had already entered the depths of the crack and saw an earth-yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall, and even the stone stele on top of the spirit dragon's head.
Although the stone stele has reduced the vitality, it has no bright charm, and the mocking dragon pattern on the surface is also dimmed a lot, but at a glance, Xia Tuo can confirm that this is what stirred the border hundreds of years ago. Fengyu's piece of mocking Fengshen monument.
　　 At this moment, the surface of this monument is like a weathered stone, and you can still see the dense cracks in all directions, and the earthy-yellow aura is vomiting in the breath, just like a late old man panting.
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo actually had a feeling at first sight of mocking the wind monument. This feeling was very strange, and he couldn't tell why.
　　 Ang~
　　 There was a dragon chant, which exploded in the rock wall world, and the stone tablet flashed brightly. The surface of the stone tablet looked like a giant beast with a dragon head, as if walking out of the halo, looking at Xia Tuo like this.
　　The dragon chanted loudly, causing Xia Tuo Yuanshen to tremble slightly, and the flowers of Qi Luck, Merit and Virtue that surrounded the Yuanshen buzzed.
　　 "Qiyun merit!"
　　 After a while, Xia Tuo understood where his strange feelings came from. It was the golden body of Qiyun merit that he had cultivated. It was the cautious Qi of Qiyun merit, which made the monument in front of him feel sensitive to him.
　　 Wanting to understand this, Xia Tuo tried to move forward, stretched out his big hand, and touched the mocking wind looming in the mist.
　　 Ang~
　　 There was another dragon chant, and the illusory mocking wind beast lingered in the dim light. Although it was not too close, it did not reject his big hand.
　　 hum~
　　 The moment the big hand touched the phantom of the mocking wind beast, the aura of ancient vicissitudes instantly surged like a mushroom cloud, submerging Xia Tuo's figure in it.
　　 For a time, Xia Tuoyuan was in a daze, as if he had fallen into an inexplicable situation, and the time of this breath seemed to freeze.
　　 At the same time, the earthy-yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall, feeling the suppression of the pressure on his head disappear, and the inspiration surging in an instant, moving towards the distance.
　　 Of course, there was a colorful spiritual energy that followed closely, biting the body of the earthy yellow spirit dragon, beneath the ground, there were colorful spirits sweeping, like a turbulent ocean.
　　Hu~
　　 The miracle inspired by the mocking wind stele only lasted for three breaths, but for Xia Tuo, it seemed to freeze for countless years.
　　 Nine Sons Monument, a human emperor.
　　 Use the keel to stabilize the veins.
　　 After hesitating for more than ten breaths, Xia Tuo stiffly raised his arm and rubbed his forehead, then shook his head vigorously, then the corners of his mouth cracked, a wry smile.
　　How can I be so unlucky.
　　 Or just leave this monument here.
　　 The problem is too big.
　　 He is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.
　　 Where does he know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is.
　　 He is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.
　　 For a while, even the surrounding aura splashed, and the Laolong of the Earth Vein suppressed the fluctuation of the Earth Vein of the Saint King Mountain Range without any attention.
　　 The problem is too big.
　　 The Jiao clan sacrificed this old thing to harm him.
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo could only scold the Jiao clan for sacrifice.
　　 You said that he is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe, so he can do some good luck to cultivate a golden body.
　　With this skill, wouldn’t it be good to play with birds at home?
　　If this is the case, it's impossible to say that Daxia would have succeeded.
　　 It's all right now, the problem is too big, I don't know what to do at all.
　　 The Xia clan leader is already stunned.
　　 The Queen of Heaven is on the earth, he is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.
　　 looked at the mocking Fengshen stele floating in front of him in a daze. If time goes back a quarter of an hour, he would still be the master of the Great Xia clan who is full of heart.
　　 Laughing at the Fengshen Monument, one of the Nine Son God Monuments.
　　 That's right, it is really a peerless artifact created by the Emperor.
　　 If this news spreads to the outside world, it will definitely cause many kings to go crazy and fight.
　　Unfortunately, only those who have a good luck and virtue can get close to the human emperor, and only by practicing to the level of the human emperor can he truly control it.
　　 Someone in Xia was not talented, and happened to practice the golden body of air luck. Although it was only the first step, it happened to be recognized by the mocking wind monument.
　　 Then because of merit and luck, the golden body touched the aura imprinted by the mocking wind monument.
　　 Right now, he was thinking about how inadvertently, as if he had never seen the mocking wind monument, he was just a patriarch of the Hou tribe in the desert, but he was not the one who would be the same as the people.
　　Who doesn't know that most of the saviors were taken by dogs in the end. He was so persuaded that it was okay to become a king in the border, but he couldn't hold it when he was old, and he didn't have such great ability.
　　 Ang~
　　 It seemed that Xia Tuo didn't move, the mocking wind monument trembled, and the sound of dragons rang again.
　　 Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo's expression changed, and his figure took two steps back.
　　 "Brother Laughing Wind, Xia has a lot of interruptions today, so let's say goodbye, your brother is slowly waiting for the colorful heroes and never see you again."
　　 arched his hands at the mocking wind monument, Xia Tuo decided to slip the number.
Just now he received a very breaking news that the Jiuzi Monument was built by the Emperor. It is in the Jingping Great Wilderness Nine Territory. There is one of the Jiuzi Monuments in the borderland. The Jiuzi Monument divides the Dahuang nine regions and the earth. Chengping.
　　 The ridicule wind monument suppressed the Yuying region's veins. Right now, the ridiculous wind monument appeared in the border and was controlled by the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, which already showed a big problem.
The imperial weapon of the people who suppressed the earth veins has shifted, can this be a big problem~EbookFREE.me~ He is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe, he does not want to die, and he does not want to become famous. To be precise, he does not like all the actions of death. .
The key is that this is not the most important issue. Why the earth needs to use the imperial weapon to be stable? Even if it is an ordinary person, I can figure it out if I think about it. If there is no problem, the imperial person will be fine, and I will work hard to build the imperial weapon. .
　　 The sky cracks, the earth collapses, fills the sky, stabilizes the veins.
　　 Knowing so much and dying fast, Xia Tuo thinks it is better to be honest.
Immediately leave the Holy King Mountain Range without staying, move the clan to the frontier wasteland, plant the land, take care of the frontier wasteland, give birth to a few cubs, and pass on Daxia by the way, and live for 30,000 to 50,000 years. That's it. Looking back, there are not too many regrets, so much fulfillment.
Xia Tuo took a step back, and the mocking wind stele followed closely, and leaned in front of him, like a shadow. This made Xia Tuo a little dumbfounded. He said again: "Man, seniors don't worry, Xia knows, leave here. , Promise not to reveal half of the word, otherwise you will not die."
　　 It's a pity that the Laughing Wind Monument is so dependent on him. Every time he moves, the Laughing Wind Monument will follow suit.
　　 "My deity beast, you must have admitted the wrong person. I am timid and afraid of things. I can hide when things happen. I always work hard. People call me Gotuo."
　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo also gradually suppressed his thoughts from the panic just now. The problem was a little big, even if he was about to transform into a quasi-immortal soul, he felt panic.
　　 Thirty-six strategies, running is the best strategy, the most important reason left by the ancestors, surely right.