Chapter 112: Demon Shadow Reappearance

Outside the totem hall, more than two hundred figures were sitting cross-legged. The youngest of these people were in their thirties, and the older ones were in their fifties or sixties. Their temples were a little gray, and there were wrinkles all over their faces.

For these people who have wasted all their lives, Xia Tuo still decided to give them a chance, success or failure depends entirely on God's will.

Among these people, there were also some women, but they were not more than forty years old, and they were also summoned by him.

At this moment, the blue light in the totem hall was like a god, surging out like a big wave, covering everyone's body, and the phantom of a human face and a bird's body floated in the blue light.

Every face was flushed, and the body couldn't help shaking, and soon ripples appeared in the blue light, swirling like a vortex in water, lingering around a figure.

"It's done."

"It's a device."

Hong, who was far away, couldn't help but speak out. He was too familiar with this scene, and every time it appeared, it meant that his military department was about to increase its manpower.

This time it happened that the deer was not in the tribe, and finally no one robbed him of the totem warrior. This time, as long as he became a totem warrior, he would be dragged to the military department.

At this moment, Xia Tuo was in the totem hall, preparing food for Wuwu's little ancestor. In order to induce the totem to manifest, he acted as a support for Wuwu.

Speaking of the family totem is also very good, since at least there is no need for a specific sacrificial totem once a year. In the wild land, if you want to become a totem warrior, each tribe will do it uniformly at the time of the annual family sacrifice.

Not to mention that the Xia Tribe no longer needs family sacrifices, but there is no such restriction, and Wuwu can be reserved at any time. Of course, Wuwu needs to be full to work.

No beast core, so nope.

At this moment, Wuwu was lying on the totem pillar, surrounded by piles of beast cores, one piled up one after another, shining brightly, making Wuwu's eyes, which were already too small to be any smaller, completely black spots .

Xia Tuo is still good, so I forgive you for your previous abuse.

hum! hum! hum!

With Wuwu's help, the clansmen outside continued to visualize the totem, and they crossed the shackles of Qianjun's strength in one fell swoop.

puff!

In the crowd, a figure suddenly twitched, his body was shaken violently as if he had been struck by lightning, blood spurted from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Quick, send it to the witch hall!"

As soon as Hong waved his hand, two figures stepped forward and dragged him out.

puff! puff! puff!

The fall of this person was just the beginning of failure. It didn't take long for people to fall to the ground one after another after being severely injured. Visualizing the totem is not a completely safe thing. Once you fail, there is little hope of becoming a totem warrior again. up.

What's more, most of these people outside the hall were forced by Xia Tuo to be promoted to the Totem Realm. It can be said that one chance determines the future fate.

Even Xia Tuo couldn't avoid the promotion failure. He looked out of the totem hall. In just a few tens of breaths, no less than 30 people failed, most of them were too old.

puff!

With the passage of time, the number of people who failed to be promoted is still increasing. Fortunately, the number of people who are promoted is also increasing. There are already fifteen or six people who have succeeded. This ratio is about the same as Xia Tuo expected.

...

family hall.

"Return to the patriarch,

Of the 253 tribesmen, a total of 81 people were promoted to totem warriors, and 112 people who failed and were injured, and the rest failed to be promoted completely, and did not induce the totem to brand themselves. "

Hong's voice resounded in the hall, and all the elders looked at each other. The result was satisfactory.

You must know that their entire tribe is only about 2,000 people, and now more than a quarter of the tribe has become totem warriors. What is the extravagant expectation, this ratio is absolutely terrifying.

"Okay, the rules will be established from today. Anyone in the clan who is over 30 years old and has not been promoted to a totem warrior will be divided into various ministries to do things for the clan to maintain their daily needs for cultivation."

"yes."

Many elders stood up to take orders, and they did not object to Xia Tuo's one-size-fits-all approach again. If the Xia tribe wants to become stronger, the rules must be established.

After all, they have just established a clan, and when the tribe develops in the future, this system will be passed on. A child will be trained by the clan from the age of ten, and cannot be promoted to a totem warrior at the age of thirty, so he can almost give up completely.

Besides, if a tribe wants to be strong, powerful warriors are not created out of thin air. Warriors need various resources for cultivation, and resources are not created out of thin air. They need tribesmen to process and collect these resources.

There is a division of labor in the tribe, the strong continue to practice, and those with poor talent will naturally be eliminated and assigned to work for the tribe in various parts of the tribe. At worst, marry a wife and have children, and let the future generations work hard.

I remember hearing Wu's story about a bird. Two big birds couldn't fly high, so they hatched an egg and trained the young birds to fly. The meaning is similar.

"Clan members who are over thirty years old can still visualize totems during the clan sacrifice. If they can be promoted, they can restore the supply of resources in the clan and join the military department."

At this time, Xia Tuo thought for a while and added, maybe in the future, there will be a late bloomer in the tribe, and the road to cultivation cannot be blocked, otherwise, if he comes to Hexi for thirty years and thirty years in Hexi, his horse may not be able to run away. Quick, it would be troublesome to be hammered to death.

"yes."

Waving for the elders to sit down, Xia Tuo went on to say: "In order to solve the problem of insufficient manpower in the clan, I plan to include all the more than a thousand teenagers in the Human Palace into the tribe, and the relatives of these teenagers will also be included in the tribe, so as to enrich the population of the tribe. .”

"From now on, all the cultivation of the youngsters in the clan will be handed over to the Human Palace, and the master of the Wind Palace will be responsible for training them!"

Xia Tuo's words made all the elders contemplate, which means that the Hall of Humanity will become a part of the tribe's rule, and it will no longer be separated from the tribe, but will become a place dedicated to cultivating tribesmen.

"Hong, from tomorrow onwards, you will bring the soldiers of the clan to find all the relatives of the young people in the Hall of Man, and bring the rewards from the clan."

"yes."

Hong got up and took orders.

"I only give you one month, and after one month, I want to see someone."

Hong was taken aback, but seeing Xia Tuo's serious expression, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

"Patriarch, if you recruit so many people so rashly, will it destabilize the clan?"

"Okay, I've also thought about everyone's concerns. For those who have a baby, a visible path to martial arts is worth fighting for. My Xia tribe gathers people to gather everyone together. Together, grow stronger."

Xia Tuo gave an order, and Hong led the clan soldiers into the depths of the mountains carrying all kinds of animal skins, armor, weapons, etc., and started the journey of picking up people.

...

On this day, at the foot of the tribal mountain, the clansmen were busy. A little green wind horse drank water by the inner lake, stared at the dock built by the clansman, and helped people lift the stones with his big head. .

The tribesman touched its head, and the little pony raised its head and closed its eyes enjoying it.

"Elder Deer."

"Elder Lu is back."

At this moment, the deer came back from the mountain, and some tribesmen immediately greeted and saluted, but they saw the deer's dignified expression, and hurried back to the tribal mountain without even thinking about greeting.

"Patriarch."

In the stone house, Xia Tuo sat cross-legged to absorb the spiritual power from the beast core. Now that he had absorbed the mixed-blood beast core, he felt weaker and weaker. Only the semi-pure blood beast core could give him a feeling of improvement.

"Lu, what's the matter so anxious?"

Seeing the deer coming in a hurry, Xia Tuo couldn't help asking.

"Patriarch, we found the red-eyed tribe you mentioned in the deep mountains. Xiao Wei wanted to take a closer look, but he was discovered and killed by them."

where!

Xia Tuo's expression tightened, and just when Lu Gang wanted to talk, Xia Tuo was no longer in front of his eyes.

"take me."

Three days later, three figures climbed over dozens of mountains and appeared beside a big river. The dense forest blocked the three figures.

"The patriarch, Senior Feng, is the tribe next to the water."

The turbulent river is deep and deep, and the river water is black. On the bank of the river, a big village made of wood and stone is half adjacent to the water.

At this moment, dozens of people are hunting by the river, smoke is rising from the village village, and there are dolls yelling as they chase each other.

An old man walked around inside and outside the tribe with a cane, and looked at the figures by the river from time to time, as if he was watching the younger generation of the tribe, looking at a peaceful picture from a distance.

There was disbelief in Old Man Feng's squinted eyes, but there was a hint of coldness in Xia Tuo's eyes. He took out the Demon Killing Token in his arms, and it was warm and red.

Just like the scene I saw in the depths of the mountains last time, the peaceful tribe hides a damned demon.

Old Man Feng wanted to speak, but he saw the red light in Xia Tuo's palm. It was as red as blood, flowing out from between his fingers, and he closed his mouth immediately.

Xia Tuo sighed softly, and said softly, "Kill them all."

"Are these all demons?"

Compared to old man Feng, Lu was frightened by Xia Tuo's coldness. Although this branch is not big, it looks like there are four or five hundred people.

How about the patriarch~~~

But thinking of the tragic death of Xiao Xiao, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually gathered.

Clang!

Then Xia Tuo pulled out the bronze sword on his back, which was brought from the Ministry of War before he left. Old Man Feng and Lu saw him go out, and followed him.

The three of them walked out of the dense forest and walked towards Dazhai near the water, and were immediately discovered by the people in the tribe.

For a moment, the eyes of the two sides met.

The old man Feng and the deer saw a blush in each other's eyes, and there was a kind of cruelty. These people who were busy with various things gathered together one by one, grinding their teeth, and walked towards them.

Soon, figures came out of Dazhai and gathered together, there were almost five hundred people, and the eyes of each figure were red.

"This……"

Stared at by five hundred blood-red eyes, old man Feng was stunned for a moment. What he saw in each pair of eyes was tyranny and cruelty like a beast, without the slightest humanity.