Chapter 388: The end of a generation, the beginning of a generation

Xia Tuo, in the deep wasteland, quickly found his direction. Not far in front of him, a big river was rolling, flowing from west to east. The river was like a dragon, lying in the wasteland.
Luhong River, located 30,000 miles south of Luoshui, is separated by the river. The long and narrow area on both sides of the river is the buffer zone between Luoshui and the Ju Lingbo tribe.
Crossing this big river, and only ten thousand li to the south, you entered the west of the Giant Lingbo tribe. This place belongs to the three-regardless territories, and there is no too powerful tribe. Many casual practitioners are here to discuss life.
There are many tribes living on both sides of the river. These tribes depend on water for food and live in this water area for generations. For this area, Xia Tuo is not ready to move. After the destruction of Luoshui, a large area of ​​land needs tribal integration, not bad. at this point.
The old Hou sent him here, acquiescing to Da Xia to replace Luoshui and become a guard tribe in the northwest. Although he did not have the name of Bo Bu, he already had the truth of Bo Bu.
Starting from today, the Daxia clan domain will suddenly expand from the eternal domain to the south of Lingshan Mountain, including most of the former Luoshui and Linghe clan areas, and the total area will exceed tens of thousands of miles.
Next, what Daxia has to do is to completely control this land.
With a certain amount of thought, Xia Tuo turned and went north and returned to the tribe.
If you want to properly control such a vast human race land, you need a strong man who can suppress the mountains and rivers. The east wind has gathered, and it is only magical.
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After returning to the tribe, Xia Tuo was blocked by several elders in Xia Garden.
"Patriarch."
Seeing the doubts of the elders, Xia Tuo waved his hand. He followed the old to leave Yueyu. He did not inform the clan before leaving, so the elders were all wondering what he was doing.
"How do you elders feel?"
After speaking, his eyes fell on Elder Hong. He noticed that Elder Hong's aura had soared a bit more than before, and he had obviously made another breakthrough.
"I feel refreshed, the blood is boiling, I have not felt the slightest delay in opening the three divine orifices one after another, this is not the twenty-eighth divine orifice is about to open."
With years of practice and sufficient resources, Elder Hong is now a strong man in the third level of the gods, as long as he can get through the 28th orifice, he can enter the fourth level of the gods.
Not only Elder Hong, but other elders in the clan, and even ordinary people in the clan, have been affected by the ascending Qi Luck, and are somewhat more advanced in strength.
Even the old man Feng and the old man have successively opened up one or two divine orifices. The two of them were originally promoted with the help of purple blood fruit, and their bodies were already in their twilight when they were promoted. Naturally, they are not as strong as men. Exuberant warrior.
However, being able to be promoted to the Divine Hidden Realm was a wish that had been fulfilled for many years, so the two had already seen a lot of them.
After all these years of practice, Old Man Feng has just been promoted to the second level of Shenzang, and he has opened up no more than thirteen orifices. As for Old Man Bai, it is even worse. He has just opened up the ninth magical orifice.
Of course, the focus of the two old men now is no longer on cultivation, but on teaching young people in the clan to practice.
"I am going to retreat and promote to the supernatural power realm, so that my Daxia can stand upright in the wild northwest and collect all the tribes as vassals."
After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said to the elders.
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
Supernatural!
Uncle!
Today, Daxiabu is so close!
In fact, the fat elder in the clan has long since retired, but compared to the fat elder, the promotion of Xia Tuo’s strength is the most important thing for the entire Daxia. As the leader of the clan, Xia Tuo’s strength is not just himself. It also represents the general trend of Daxia's ethnic fortune.
After explaining the clan affairs of the elders, Xia Tuo went to the Lingshan Valley to look at the old man Wu and the old rein. After a short period of time, he moved towards the spiritual veins at the bottom of the Tianlu Mountain to prepare for retreat. At the moment, he is only close to the Divine Communicator. One step away, you only need to evolve the prototype of supernatural power step by step.
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After Daxia destroyed Luoshui, many large and small tribes south of Lingshan were in panic for a long time, waiting for Daxia to come, but after going back and forth, they found that no strong people of Daxia came, as if Daxia had destroyed them after destroying Luoshui I forgot the same.
After all, in the past few decades, for the tribes in the south of Lingshan, the changes have been incalculable.
In just thirty years, most of the three tribes have been destroyed. Who can bear it? This is not an inferior tribe, but an uncle.
No one thought that in the northernmost part of the eternal region, which was regarded as a barbarian land, a tribe would come out and finally settled on the vast land of Ding Ding.
With the passage of time, because of the panic caused by the destruction of Luoshuibo's tribe, it gradually settled down, and the human tribes and warriors living in this area continued to multiply and thrive day by day.
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Three years later.
The sunset is over, the northeast corner of Tianlu Mountain in the Wangu Mountain Range, in the Ling Valley, Linghu Lake, two thatched cottages, and one thatched cottage. The wooden bed is covered with thick animal skin cushions, the rein old head is leaning against the head of the bed, and the big dry hands are tight. Grasping Xia Tuo's arm.
His hands are like dry wood, the skin covered with brown spots is close to the bones, shaped like chicken feet, and his blood is already full of anger.
A wooden staff was placed in front of him, with animal skin hemp ropes tied on it, and the hemp rope was covered with polished smooth animal bones and small stones.
At this moment, the old man with rein looked at the wooden cane with all his strength, pointed to the small stone on the animal skin rope that had been shaved, and looked at Xia Tuo: "This is when you became the patriarch~~~"
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice gradually dimmed before he finished saying a word...
The walking sticks that have been worn for decades have long been polished smooth and round, and the animal skin ropes tied to it have long been worn out. There are small rocks, broken animal bones, and clinks.
Looking at the cane and the smiling old man who closed, Xia Tuo was stunned.
Grabbing the wooden staff and covering the old man with a furry animal skin blanket, Xia Tuo got up and carried the old man and walked out of the thatched hut. Outside the house, the old witch was squatting in front of the stone stove, cooking a pot of fish soup.
After hearing the noise, the old witch raised his head.
"Eat a bowl before leaving. The cold is heavy at night to drive away the cold."
Old Man Wu took three bowls of fish soup from the stone cauldron and placed it in front of him. He picked up a bowl of it, swallowed it, and quickly ate the fish soup clean.
"Since three years ago, the old rein has forgotten everything, the only thing he remembers is the cane."
As night fell, the moon was blooming like water, and Xia Tuo walked out of the Spirit Valley step by step with the old man on his back. The elders and deacons of the clan guarded him, and silently followed him behind him.
The group walked towards the east, and after crossing three small mountain ranges, they saw bulging graves on the gentle slopes on both sides.
Since migrating to Tianlu Mountain, this place has been transformed into a tribe's sacrifice mound. Not only that, in addition to the sacrifice totem every year, there is a solemn sacrifice activity in the tribe, which is to worship the dead tribe.
This burial ground is buried with old tribesmen and tribesmen who died fighting for the tribe outside.
Xia Tuo wanted to use this method to let the tribe members remember their roots and trace their ancestors before they were qualified to explore the future.
The barren wood in the mountains is a coffin, and a pile of loess is covered. Even though he is so prestigious today, he still cannot change the law of birth, old age, sickness and death.
The old rein was buried, and Xia Tuo guarded the grave for three days and nights before leaving.
After the death of the old rein, only half a year later, the vitality of the old man Wu declined sharply. In the thatched house, Qiao'er, Luo, Ling and others guarded the old man.
Old Man Wu leaned on the wooden bed with difficulty, looking at the figure that fell in front of him, with a touch of relief in his eyes.
"I spent most of my life in the ups and downs of my life pursuing witchcraft, but I am also content."
Reached out and patted Qiaoer lightly.
Muttered: "I'm tired, the old rein is still waiting for me."
At this moment, Old Man Wu's eyes glowed with brilliance.
"Clan tribe, leave it to you."
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Half a day later, there was a new grave in front of the old man's grave. The moonlit night was like water, and there was a cold wind blowing. Xia Tuo sat in front of the grave, sometimes looking around, sometimes bowing his head in silence.
In the blink of an eye for decades, the two people who supported him at the beginning of this world are gone, lying on the ground outside the tomb, looking up at the starry sky, his spiritual world is like a calm lake without ripples.
"Uncle~~"
Qiaoer whispered in tears and whispered softly.
Was awakened by the shout, Xia Tuo stood up and patted Qiao'er's head lightly, looked back at the two tombs, and when he turned his head, his eyes had already reunited.
"From now on, you will be Daxia's high priest, and Auntie will be Daxia's clan leader."
Under the moonlit night, two figures walked down the hillside one after the other, and the shadow pulled the old man.
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Six months later, Tianlu Peak.
The purple qi is magnificent, and it turns into a large purple cloud.
Sitting on the top of the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo, even if she was shrouded in purple light, still emitted a faint blue light from all over her body. The blue light and purple light blended together and did not appear abrupt, but rather had a warm feeling.
Between the purple energy gathering ~EbookFREE.me~ the spiritual will maintains transparency and dexterity, reflecting the entire spiritual world, before a short while, behind Xia Tuo's purple cloud rolling, a ray of blue light cuts through the purple sky like electricity, in an instant Time also illuminates the entire spiritual world.
Rumble!
His whole body was turbulent like an ocean, exuding dragons and tigers, and suddenly rushed out and merged with the blue light behind him. As the purple clouds rolled, a light exploded, Xia Tuo seemed to ignite a purple and blue divine fire.
In the sacred fire, an imaginary figure emerged from the fire, evolving into a scene of stepping on a dragon, with two wings and two dragons on the feet. Under the perfusion of blood, it instantly transformed into a solid statue.
Prototype of supernatural powers!
Then, the image of the magical power moved, the blue light shone, and the Taoist rhyme gathered in the void, forming four magic colors.
Each one is shining and sparkling, and one of the purple-green runes is as transparent as a crystal, surrounded by the other three Taoist charms with blue, purple, and black yellow looks.
The prototype of the magical power opened, causing the void behind it to sound, and the void cracks spread and split like a spider web, and the four runes were fixed on the void, as if opening up an independent domain.