Chapter 387: The Old God’s Expectation

On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes wandered in the void, and he had a panoramic view of the totem figure sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​purple qi, and while waving his hands and throwing his feet, there was an invisible force walking outside him.

hiss!

At the foot of Tianlu Mountain, Yin Hong, who came out of the formation hall, inadvertently looked towards the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and couldn't help but gasped.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them after a few breaths, his head shook slightly. He could see, but couldn't feel, and couldn't feel. He couldn't use common sense to evaluate the existence standing on the top of the tribe.

Soon, around Tianlu Mountain, many clansmen raised their heads one after another. After seeing the figure standing on the top of the mountain, everyone couldn't get their own eyesight, and their hearts were aroused. The clan leader was still the familiar The Patriarch, but it felt very different.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, I can clearly feel it, but I can't describe it when I say it.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

For a moment, there was a voice in the mountains, one after another, and after a few breaths, it turned into a shout like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

In an instant, the purple air floating in the Eternal Mountain Range was ignited by a bit of purple light, and the purple flame swept across the mountains and fields, covering all directions.

The purple flames spread in all directions, igniting the blazing heat in the hearts of every clansman. The arrogance belonging to the Daxia clan rose spontaneously at this moment, and a kind of scorching heat of blood was generated in the depths of the flesh and blood.

There were bursts of whistling in Xia Tuo's ears, one wave after another like sea waves, and the turbulent waves crashed on the shore. There was also a fire ignited in his chest, and the blood all over his body boiled.

Luck is like a cluster, and people's hearts are gathered.

In the dark, he felt a kind of enlightenment. Daxia's clan fortune has affected every clansman in the Eternal Mountains. Maybe they used to have a estrangement from each other.

But after decades of gradual absorption and integration in Daxia, under the burning of the fire of luck at this moment, the barriers were burned to ashes, and everyone had a voice in their hearts at this moment.

Daxia people!

For this day, he has been preparing for this day since decades ago. After 30 to 40 years, it finally came to fruition. By taking advantage of the general trend of rising family fortune after the destruction of Luoshui, the hearts of the people were tied together.

From now on, in the Eternal Mountain Range, there is no distinction between the north and the south, and people regardless of age. No matter which tribe they used to come from, they all belong to the people of Daxia now.

this day,

In the Great Xia Department of Wangu Mountain, the people of all ethnic groups gather together!

The purple fire of the family fortune is illusory and invisible, and it connects every ethnic group, from the elderly to the ignorant babies, all are connected by the purple air, the family fortune gathers, and the people are united, which is the stable foundation of the tribe.

All these fortunes converged on Xia Tuo. He stood tall on Tianlu Mountain, with a huge pillar of purple air behind him, hundreds of feet thick, reaching nine heavens.

"It's just a little bit closer."

Xia Tuo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were shining brightly, his spiritual thoughts were insightful, and he realized that Daxia's family fortune is only one step away, and he will enter the rank of Bobu.

At this time, his eyes were dimmed, and at the end of the mountain range within sight, an old man with white hair was looking at him.

Who!

At this moment, his spirit was slightly condensed. At this moment, he was in line with the fate of the family, and the general trend of the fate in the dark was enough to keep him from losing his prestige in front of the supernatural powers. coercion.

"The monster race tortured, used weapons, and slaughtered the same race, you can be convicted."

For a moment, ripples appeared in Xia Tuo's spiritual world, and the voice seemed to sprout directly from the spiritual world, with a deafening touch.

After sixteen words, he felt a kind of piercing coercion.

Resisting the coercion, Xia Tuo looked at the white-haired old man and said in a deep voice: "If you sail against the current, you will retreat, and if you retreat, you will die."

In an instant, the eyes of the old man turned sharp, and Xia Tuo felt that the whole world was shaking. In his eyes and in his spiritual perception, everything was shaking. He was like a speck of dust, unable to grasp the slightest support .

"The big monster reappears, what do you want to do?"

Being watched by the old man, Xia Tuo's mind was in turmoil. At this moment, he already had some guesses about the old man in the distance, but he couldn't make a conclusion for a while.

After all, I know exactly how much weight I have. Daxia has not yet been ranked in the Bobu, and has not really integrated into the Northwest Bobu.

"If you are bad, you will be good for yourself; if you are good, you will benefit the world."

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said in a deep voice, he is only the patriarch of Daxia, and he is not qualified to save the world. Of course, the most important thing is his lack of strength, and he is most afraid of death.

"If you are bad, you will be good for yourself; if you are good, you will benefit the world."

The corner of Lao Shenhou's mouth moved slightly, and as he read this sentence, his cloudy eyes brightened up, and he felt a lot of emotion for a while.

When he was a teenager, he worshiped Tianhou Mountain and stood out from many registered disciples step by step. At first, he just wanted to become a strong person in the Shenzang Realm, and later he wanted to become a strong person in the Supernatural Realm.

Even in the earliest years of the Divine Ability Realm, he never thought of becoming the God of Earth Pioneer or the guardian of the wilderness in the northwest.

Until that day, the previous generation of gods told him that he hoped that he would succeed him. From then on, he gradually changed from a practitioner to a guardian.

In a word, he tasted too much taste. For example, the young man in front of him is not the kind of person who can arouse blood with a word. He has a deep mind and a lot of plans.

Immersed in these words, the old God Hou pondered for a full incense stick of time, and when he came back to his senses again, his eyes shone brightly.

Xia Tuo didn't expect that his words would cause the mysterious man in front of him to fall into deep thought. During these days when the fortunes of the clan gathered, his original heart gathered again. The two questions of the old man highlighted a very important question.

That is the demon robbery.

But he is not a saint, his own strength is limited, and it is impossible to take care of all directions at the moment, and he does not have this ability. Even if he has the ability, he will only selectively help from the close and distant, unless he has the great power that can change the world.

After pondering for a moment, seeing the old man wake up from the silence, he said aloud, "Can you tell me the identity of this junior."

"The old man has been in charge of Tianhou Mountain for 3,600 years, and people in the frontiers respect me as a god."

really!

Taking a deep breath, Xia Tuo cupped his fists and bowed.

"Xia Tuo, the head of the Great Xia clan, pays homage to the Marquis of God."

This ceremony, he worshiped the gods to maintain the stability of the northwest human race, and he worshiped willingly.

When he knew that there was a demon realm hidden in the frontier human realm, he also had disdain and dissatisfaction with the high-ranking powerhouses of the human race, but as time passed, he only knew the truth hidden deep on the surface.

Perhaps the actions of the gods and princes in the frontier wasteland today are treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, deliberately conniving the monster race, but if there were no gods and princes, the border wasteland would have long been reduced to a racetrack for the monster race.

The old Shenhou made waves, waved his hand, and motioned for Xia Tuo to come.

Without hesitation, Xia Tuo stepped forward, and after a few breaths, he landed a few feet in front of the old god, and bowed slightly again.

The old Shenhou remained silent, his eyes returned to indifference, he turned around and sat down casually on the rock on the top of the mountain.

"For more than half a year, I have traveled to dozens of tribes, large and small, in the northwestern regions of the frontier. Only your tribe has given me a different feeling. Cultivating classics is the basis of tribe inheritance. Why do you promote it like this?"

"why?"

Xia Tuo saw the gentleness of the old Shenhou, so he also sat cross-legged beside him. This matter is not simple. He had been obliged for nine years in his previous life, and learning is everyone's business. In his opinion, this is an ordinary thing. matter.

Of course, he couldn't say that. Old Shenhou didn't know what nine-year compulsory education was.

"In order to open up the wisdom of the people and make up for the shortage of inheritance.

Over the long years, all the inheritances of our human race have been cherished by ourselves, and we are unwilling to show others easily, resulting in many inheritance faults. A large part of the reason why our human race was bullied by the monster race is because of the severance of the inheritance.

If my human race cultivates martial arts and witches, my luck is like a rainbow, and everyone is like a dragon, why should I be afraid of other monsters? "

"Luck is like a rainbow, everyone is like a dragon!"

For a moment, the old god Hou's beard was flying high, he hadn't heard such words that boosted his energy for a long time, and the aura in his body was aroused to bloom in an instant.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"follow me!"

The old Shenhou got up, and Xia Tuo followed his Shenjiu closely under his signal, crossed the Eternal Mountains, and headed south. The two of them had nothing to say along the way.

The two, one in front and one in back, crossed the high mountains at a slow pace. Two months later, they crossed millions of miles of barren land and appeared outside a rolling mountain range.

Tianhou Mountain!

Tianhou Mountain, which has a radius of tens of thousands of miles, is surrounded by undulating mountains, surrounded by clouds and mists, and sometimes there are spiritual lights flickering. It is the spiritual mist derived from the rich spiritual energy. The hall is looming, swaying in the wind.

"this is……"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo took a deep breath. The magnificent scene in front of him was something he had never seen in his life.

However, the old Shenhou led him towards the depths of Tianhou Mountain. Compared with the colorful sky above, the mottled soil deep in the mountains makes people feel more real.

The depths of the mountains are shrouded in black clouds all the year round, and even the many disciples of Tianhou Mountain cannot go deep into it to find out. There is an invisible large formation in the black clouds, which isolates the outside world from prying and entering.

There was a little ripple in the center of the formation, revealing a hole the size of Zhang Xu. Xia Tuo entered it, and was immediately hit by a strong bloody aura rushing towards him.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Under the big formation, there is a stark contrast with the splendor of the outside world, with dark red blood and white bones. The deeper you look, the more you can see patches of dry and dark blood.

This is an independent cave world, with a boundless sea of ​​blood. The waves of blood beat against the surface of the blood lake, making a roaring sound. Xia Tuo saw a reef made of bones. After the waves of blood hit, the blood foamed along the holes of the decayed bones.

"Look at this sea of ​​blood."

The old Shenhou pointed to the sea of ​​blood in front of him and said softly, "It has been more than 10,000 years since the demon clan descended, and the blood on the frontier has long been innumerable. Countless human race strongmen have struggled, resisted, and finally achieved success." This sea of ​​blood.

When the last generation of Great Qijing Heavenly King was in front of the bloody heaven, Bianhuang no longer had a real guardian. We are all the same, a group of people lingering on their last legs. "

"Daqijing Heavenly King."

Xia Tuo groaned softly, and for a moment he felt surrounded by clouds and mountains and mists, as if he had caught something hazy. He was very familiar with the name Daqi.

The Daqi King's Department, a supreme royal family that was about to be promoted to the royal court, fell short in the end and completely perished.

The Heavenly Pavilion built by King Buqiong of Daqi with all his good fortune, is now in the Great Xia Tribe.

Somewhere, there has long been a connection.

There was a trace of solemnity in his eyes. These days, he has become more and more deeply aware of luck. This land, from the supreme royal court to the ordinary clansmen, is closely related to the fate of the clan.

At this time, the old Shenhou made a sound, and seemed to be talking to himself, saying: "I can still hold on for a while, and keep the deserted northwest mansion from falling, but after all, I can't hold on for long, and what should come will eventually come."

Speaking of this, the old god Hou looked at Xia Tuo, Xia Tuo was a little scared when he was looked at by the old god marquis, he was very afraid of death, so whoever wanted him to die, he had to let him die in advance, even if it was a big demon. no.

It's that pure.

He understands the meaning of the old god, but when these are combined with the righteousness of the human race, he is really not used to it.

"It's robbery, you can't hide!"

"It's difficult, you can't avoid it!"

The old god Hou pondered, and said: "If you are bad, you will benefit yourself alone, if you are good, you will benefit the world, hahaha... When things come to an end, you have to do it. I hope you will have the strength to benefit the world by then, not only to save others but also to save yourself." .”

"This is to drive ducks to the shelves!"

Xia Tuo nodded slightly, bowed to the old god, and said: "The junior dare not be so expected by the god, such a heavy responsibility, the junior can't bear it."

"The wilderness is a board, and everyone is a chess game. You are a chess game, and this old man is also a chess game. If you don't advance, you will die. If you don't resist, you will perish. You can handle it yourself."

After all, the old Shenhou pointed to a sea of ​​blood in front of him, and murmured: "Just like the sea of ​​blood in front of me, too much blood of the human race has been deposited. If you don't want to be a part of it, you need to struggle."

After the words, the old god will not say more, the times make heroes, sometimes it is not a question of whether you think about it, but the invisible chaos that drives you forward.

It was a worthwhile trip to Tianhou Mountain this time. A tribe that has been established for only a few decades gave him a new feeling that he had never had in thousands of years.

Not to mention the various Xia tribes, just because it has only been established for decades, and all the people gathered are scattered people, breaking down a Bo tribe in one fell swoop shows that it is a tribe shrouded in great luck.

Qi luck is mysterious and mysterious, and it coincides with the rhythm of heaven and earth in the dark. The tribe of great luck is unstoppable. He doesn't need to do anything, because luck is unstoppable.

Whether it is a dragon or a worm, time will tell.

So he is looking forward to what kind of development the young man in front of him will have. As for whether his luck is like a rainbow or a bubble, he will soon be able to see clearly.

The old god who was full of thoughts frowned suddenly, as if thinking of something, the void in front of him shattered as he waved his hand, and a void passage extended to a distant direction, and at the end of the passage was a vast mountain forest.

"It's good to do it for yourself."

Before Xia Tuo could react, he felt that he was swept by an invisible force and rushed into the void passage. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had appeared on the vast land.

I don't know why the old Shenhou sent him out of Tianhou Mountain again, but this experience of being surrounded by clouds and mountains and fog made him understand that the current life in the northwest is supported by the old Shenhou. Breaking through, when the time comes, there will be no old gods to deter the demons, and the catastrophe will come again, and he will definitely not be able to escape.

There is no doubt that he is very afraid of death, even if the big monster wants him to die, he will not sit still and wait for death, even if it is death, he will hold his back.

And his thoughts seemed to be captured by the old Shenhou.

ps Just one update today. I have been busy for many days. Tomorrow, I will settle down and start to resume the fourth update. I only updated less than 130,000 words this month, and I will work hard to make up for it in the second half of the month.