Chapter 388: The End of a Generation and the Beginning of a Generation

Xia Tuo, who was deep in the wasteland, quickly found his direction. Not far in front of him was a big river, flowing from west to east. The big river was like a dragon lying on the wasteland.

Shanhong River is located 30,000 miles south of Luoshui, separated by the river, and the long and narrow area on both sides of the river is a buffer zone between Luoshui and Julingbo tribe.

After crossing this big river and going south for less than ten thousand miles, they entered the west of the Julingbo tribal domain. This place belongs to the three-regardless land boundary, and there are no too powerful tribes. Many casual cultivators live here.

There are many tribes living on both sides of the river. These tribes rely on water for food and have lived in this water area for generations. For this area, Xia Tuo is not going to move. After Luoshui is destroyed, a large area of ​​land needs to be integrated by tribes, which is not bad at this point.

The old God Marquis sent him here, tacitly acquiescing to Daxia to replace Luoshui and become the guarding tribe in the northwest of the frontier. Although there is no name of Bobu, it already has the reality of Bobu.

Starting today, the Great Xia Clan Domain will expand from the Wangu Domain to the south of Xiaoshan Mountain, including most of the former Luoshui and Linghe Clan lands, covering a combined area of ​​more than ten thousand miles.

Next, what Da Xia has to do is to completely control this land.

After making up his mind, Xia Tuo turned and headed north, returning to the tribe.

To legitimately control such a vast land of the human race, one needs a strong man who can suppress mountains and rivers.

...

After returning to the tribe, Xia Tuo was blocked by several elders in Xia Yuan.

"Patriarch."

Seeing the doubts of the elders, Xia Tuo waved his hands. He left with the old god for more than a month, and did not inform the clan before leaving, so he was not in the tribe for a few days, and the elders were all guessing what he was doing.

"How do you feel, elders?"

After saying that, his eyes fell on Elder Hong, and he noticed that Elder Hong's aura had skyrocketed a bit compared to before, and it was obvious that he had made another breakthrough.

"I feel refreshed and my blood is boiling. I have opened up three divine apertures in succession without feeling the slightest delay. This does not mean that the twenty-eighth divine aperture is about to open."

With years of practice and sufficient resources, Elder Hong is now a strong man in the third level of Shenzang. As long as he gets through the twenty-eighth orifice, he can enter the fourth level of Shenzang.

It's not just Elder Hong,

The other elders in the clan, and even ordinary clansmen, have all been affected by the rise of luck, and their strength has improved more or less.

Even the old man Feng and the old man Bai have opened up one or two divine orifices one after another. The two of them are the gods who have been promoted with the help of the purple blood fruit. In addition, when they were promoted, their bodies were already in their twilight years. Vigorous warrior.

However, being able to advance to the Divine Hidden Realm has been a wish that has been fulfilled for many years, so the two of them have already seen a lot.

After these years of cultivation, old man Feng has just been promoted to the second level of Shenzang, and he has only opened thirteen divine apertures. As for old man Bai, it is even worse, he has just opened the ninth divine aperture, Qi Sea.

Of course, the focus of the two old men is no longer on cultivation, but on teaching young people in the clan to practice.

"I'm going to retreat and advance to the supernatural realm, so that my Great Xia can justifiably stand in the barren northwestern land and accept all the ministries as vassals."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said to the elders.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Supernatural Realm!

Hakube!

Now the Great Xia Department is just so close!

In fact, the fat elders in the clan have gone to retreat a long time ago, but compared to the fat elders, the promotion of Xia Tuo's strength is the most important thing in the whole Great Xia. As the head of the clan, Xia Tuo's strength is not only his own, It also represents the general trend of Daxia's family fortune.

After explaining the family affairs of the elders, Xia Tuo went to the Spirit Valley to see Old Man Wu and Old Man Rein. After staying for a long time, he prepared to retreat to the spiritual veins at the bottom of Tianlu Mountain. Right now, he is only a short distance away from the supernatural power realm. One step away, you only need to step by step to develop the prototype of the supernatural power.

...

After Daxia destroyed Luoshui, many tribes in the south of Xiaoshan panicked for a long time, waiting for Daxia's arrival, but after going back and forth, they found that no Daxia's strong man came, as if Daxia destroyed Luoshui and sent them It's like forgetting.

After all, in the past few decades, for the tribes in the south of Xiaoshan, the situation has changed a bit incalculably.

Who can bear the destruction of three major tribes in a short period of thirty years? This is not an inferior tribe, but a Fangbo tribe.

No one expected that a tribe would come out of the northernmost area, which was regarded as a barbarian place by everyone, and finally settle down this vast land.

With the passage of time, because of the panic caused by the fall of the Luoshui Bo tribe, it gradually settled down. The human tribes and warriors living in this area are still repeating their multiplication day after day.

...

Three years later.

After the sunset, at the northeastern corner of Tianlu Mountain in the Wangu Mountain Range, in the Ling Valley, there are waves in the Linghu Lake. There are two thatched cottages. In one of the thatched cottages, the wooden bed is covered with thick animal skin cushions. Grabbing Xia Tuo's arm firmly.

His hands are like dead wood, the skin covered with brown spots clings to the muscles and bones, shaped like chicken feet, and the blood in his body has already flowed like silk.

A wooden stick was placed in front of him, and animal skin hemp ropes were tied to it, and the hemp ropes were covered with polished animal bones and small stones.

At this moment, the old man rein tried his best to look at the wooden cane, pointed at the small stone on the animal skin rope that had already been worn out, and looked at Xia Tuo: "This is the time when you become the patriarch~~~"

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly, before he could finish his sentence, they gradually dimmed, and his voice also fell...

The cane that has been carried for decades has long been polished smooth and round, and the animal skin ropes that are tied to it have long been worn out. Small stones and broken animal bones are hanging from each other, and they jingle when they collide.

Looking at the cane and the smiling old man with his eyes closed, Xia Tuo was stunned.

Grabbing the stick, he covered the old man with a furry animal skin blanket. Xia Tuo got up and carried the old man on his back, and walked out of the thatched hut. Outside, 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. It's cold at night, so drive away the cold."

Old man Wu filled three bowls of fish soup from the stone cauldron and placed them in front of him. He picked up a bowl by himself, swallowed it, and quickly ate up the fish soup.

"Since three years ago, the old rein has forgotten everything, the only thing he remembers is the cane."

As the night fell and the moon was shining like water, 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 the valley entrance and followed him silently without making a sound.

A group of people walked towards the east, and after turning over three small mountain ranges, they saw bulging grave mounds on the gentle slopes on both sides.

Since the migration to Tianlu Mountain, this place has been turned into a tribal sacrificial tomb. Not only that, the clan also has a solemn sacrificial activity every year besides the sacrifice totem, which is to sacrifice the dead clan members.

In this burial ground, old clansmen are buried, as well as clansmen who died fighting for the tribe outside.

Xia Tuo wants to use this method to let the clansmen remember their roots and trace back to their ancestors, so that they are qualified to open up the future.

The barren wood in the mountain is the coffin, and a pile of loess is the cover. Even though Daxia is famous today, he still can't 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 three nights before leaving.

After the old rein's death, only half a year later, old man Wu's vitality declined sharply. In the thatched cottage, Qiao'er, Luo, Ling and others guarded the old man.

Old man Wu leaned on the wooden bed with difficulty, looking at the fallen figure in front of him, with a touch of relief in his eyes.

"I have spent most of my life chasing witchcraft, but I am content."

He reached out his hand and patted Qiaoer lightly.

He murmured: "I'm tired, the old rein is still waiting for me."

At this moment, old man Wu's eyes glowed with brilliance.

"Clan tribe, I leave it to you."

...

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 slight bit of cold wind blowing. Xia Tuo sat cross-legged in front of the grave, sometimes looking around, sometimes bowing his head in silence.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and the two people who supported him in this world at the beginning were gone. He was lying on the ground outside the tomb, looking up at the starry sky. His spiritual world was like a calm lake with no ripples.

"Uncle~~"

Qiao'er had tears in her eyes and murmured softly.

Awakened by the shout, Xia Tuo got up and patted Qiao'er's head lightly, and looked back at the two tombs. When he turned his head, his eyes had reunited.

"From now on, you are the high priest of Daxia, and Uncle is the patriarch of Daxia."

Under the moonlight at night, two figures walked down the hillside, one in front of the other, the shadows were long.

...

Half a year later, on the top of Tianlu Mountain.

The purple qi is magnificent, turning into a large piece of purple cloud and surrounding, the qi belonging to the Great Xia Department is magnificent and blazing.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo, even though he was shrouded in purple light, still exuded a faint blue divine light all over his body. The blend of blue light and purple light did not appear abrupt, but had a warm feeling.

Between the gathering of purple energy, the spiritual will remains transparent, reflecting the entire spiritual world. In an instant, the purple clouds rolled behind Xia Tuo, and a ray of blue light pierced the purple sky like electricity, illuminating the whole world in an instant. spiritual world.

Rumble!

The blood in his body was surging like a vast ocean, exuding the roar of dragons and tigers, which rushed out and merged with the blue light behind him. Among the tumbling purple clouds, the light exploded.

In the divine fire, an illusory figure emerged from the fire, evolving into a scene of stepping on a dragon, with two wings on its body and two dragons on its feet, and under the infusion of blood, it instantly turned into a solid statue.

The embryonic form of supernatural powers!

Then, the image of the supernatural power moved, and the blue light shone, gathering the rhyme of Taoism in the void, and forming four kinds of divine colors.

Each one is bright and crystal-clear, and one of the purple-green runes is as transparent as a divine crystal, surrounded by the other three blue, purple, and black-yellow Taoist runes.

The rudimentary form of the supernatural power opened, causing the void behind it to resound, and the cracks in the void spread and split like spider webs, and the four runes were fixed on the void, as if an independent domain had been opened up.