Eight Hundred and Sixtieth IX Phase Monkey

summer garden.

Xia Tuo sat cross-legged under a blue light spiritual tree, the blood flow in his body circulated, and in the depths of the battle body, seventy-two small worlds were deposited among the flesh and blood, and the surface of the world barrier was folded and gully, fused with the flesh and blood, the way of life and death The rhyme flows.

This time, with the help of Jian Ling's bloodline, the battle bones in his body were tempered to 117 yuan at once. Although the area of ​​the 72 small worlds did not expand, they were more than ten times stronger than before.

The second step of cultivation in the ground-opening realm is a process of transforming from the prototype of the world to the real world. What counts as the real world is only when the world can be as barren as the outside world, allowing creatures to survive.

In his small world, vitality circulates, and the innate soil is like a source, constantly swallowing vitality, but vitality is not considered life.

The good fortune originating from the innate soil is manifesting. In the seventy-two small worlds, there is a layer of faint black-yellow particles, as small as dust, falling towards the bottom of the small worlds.

It is rumored that the soil can be continuously derived, and it is the source of the soil, and it has been confirmed at this moment.

In one of the small worlds, the fallen soil has gathered into a small hill the size of a foot, and the soil exudes a rich vitality.

Of course, the metamorphosis of Xi Soil requires spiritual support. In order to maintain the metamorphosis of the small world, the masters of the ground-breaker must constantly refine spirit crystals to replenish energy for the small world, and then gradually expand the small world.

The expansion of the small world can be achieved through deliberate retreat and cultivation, and it can also be expanded with the precipitation of time. These vary from person to person, but many warriors, at this level, will choose to take a long time and slowly endure.

After all, impulse is the devil.

Once there is a problem in the small world, it will explode, and it will explode by itself, and you will not be able to run away.

I don't know how other people's small worlds are, but Xia Tuo's own small world is slowly expanding, and the innate soil is allowing the world to generate land.

After getting the Ice Rune, Jian Ling naturally chose to retreat to the Pioneering Realm. Xia Tuo, who didn't need to worry about clan affairs, also began to practice to get the Eye of Life and Death of the three-eyed human race.

...

Frontier and Southwest Territory.

In the ancient mountain forest, the grass and trees are vast, and the mountains are filled with mist, and there is not much miasma.

This place is tens of thousands of miles away from the southwestern border of the Borderlands. In fact, there has never been a clear concept of the boundaries of the Borderlands in the west and south since ancient times.

The current boundary was established in the Chiming era. In the Longhan era, a large part of the southwest land had not yet been cultivated.

woo woo woo~

In the ancient forest, I remembered the sound of the desolate horn. Amidst the whimpers, strange roars sounded, and figures in the old forest shuttled back and forth, heading in the same direction.

In the depths of the jungle, old vines hang down, ancient trees are strong, and old trees are intertwined. An ancient altar with a weathered surface is surrounded by many tree roots and vines.

Around the altar, priests wearing large animal robes, painted with crooked blood-colored runes, and with thick bull horns on their heads, kept making obscure sounds.

Roar~

ha~

The people rushing from all directions passed through the figure of the priest and came to the altar. With the smooth bone dagger polished in their hands, they cut their foreheads, and blood dripped on the runes above the altar.

These figures were all dressed in simple beast robes, their faces were painted with plant and wood paints to look like ghosts, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and blood dripped on the altar.

A blood mist rose above the altar and began to surround it. The priest next to him became even more frenzied, took out a bone dagger, and stabbed towards his heart.

When he fell, there was a figure showing reverence in his eyes, and he lifted the priest's body and put it towards the altar.

"Eternal life~"

"Eternal life~"

"Return to the embrace of the earth."

...

At this moment, on a tall ancient tree in the distance, an old yellow-green monkey was squatting, looking coldly at the scene below.

hum!

The ancient altar poured with blood is really awakened at this moment,

One by one runes began to swim like snakes, and the blood turned into blood flames at this moment, burning in the center of the altar.

The blood flame burned, distorting the void three feet above, and a slightly distorted picture opened up between the gathering of blood mist.

It was a blood-colored figure, his eyes were as hollow as a ghost prison, swallowing the rising blood energy, and the blood energy sacrificed by the figure outside the altar was swallowed up by him.

As the golden crow fell to the west, the old forest gradually became quiet. The figures surrounding the altar had already been lying on the ground in a mess, each of them turned into a mummified corpse.

However, there was a kind of excitement and hope on everyone's face, and they really thought that they had obtained eternal life.

hum!

The old monkey sitting cross-legged on the big tree stretched out his palm, like an altar covered in dust on the ground, rose into the air, and gradually shrunk back into the palm.

The shrunken altar had blood on its surface. The old monkey held it in front of his eyes and sucked it suddenly. In an instant, a torrent of blood-colored vitality burst out from the altar, and he swallowed it into his stomach.

After inhaling the blood, an intoxicated aura appeared on his face, a bloody light floated on his body, and his breathing flickered, which lasted for more than ten breaths before it gradually fell.

After finishing all this, the old ape leaned against the tree trunk, squinting his eyes.

"After chasing me for so long, I miss a man."

A hoarse voice sounded and spread throughout Lao Lin, and a sinister smile flashed across the old monkey's face.

After saying that, a stone plate with missing horns appeared in his big hand, the silver light shone, and the evil spirit bloomed, and there was no figure on the tree trunk.

Almost instantly, a charming aura emerged, and the figure of Venerable Wan Nu came from afar. Seeing the dead bones all over the ground, he stomped his feet fiercely and ran away again.

There are really many ways for the old monkey to escape.

Her eyes fell on the bones below. These figures were slightly taller than other human races in Bianhuang, and their physiques were also stronger. The weapons and tools in their hands were also bone knives and arrows.

These are barbarians living in the wild ancient land, and they also have the blood of the human race, but for some reason they hardly go out of the mountains and forests.

Counting the bones lying on the ground, there were probably more than one thousand and two hundred people. Venerable Wan Nu's eyes flashed, and murderous intent loomed.

Although Xianghou is said to be a strong man in the ground-opening realm, he was severely injured in the past and left scars, so he needs to make up for the scars every once in a while.

It's also strange that the old monkey had enough chance to get an altar in the wild and ancient land. This altar charms people's hearts and absorbs the blood of the sacrificer.

The blood energy that is willing to sacrifice is more gentle than the blood energy that is directly plundered, and it is very good at nourishing injuries.

However, the blood of more than a thousand barbarians could not sustain Xianghou's injury for a long time, and Xianghou would continue to attack at that time.

hum!

Gently unfolding the jade hand, the Oracle Bone Token appeared in his hand. Venerable Wannu entered a thought into it. Immediately, the runes on the surface of the Oracle Bone Token emerged and turned into a halo around the outside, and each rune lit up and rotated. It smashed through nothingness and disappeared into the darkness.

After doing all this, she also disappeared into the ancient forest.

...

hum!

In Great Xia City, Xia Garden, Xia Tuo, who was practicing, lit up with a glowing light, and the oracle bone order flew out automatically, manifesting a circle of halo composed of runes.

Waking up from the silence, Xia Tuo grabbed the oracle bone order and heard the sound transmission from Venerable Wannu.

Concentrating his aura, his figure disappeared in the summer garden.

Now that the development of the clan has nothing to do with him, he just decided to settle the matter of the Slave Palace and see if he can get some population from outside the territory.

The frontier barren is too short of population, which slows down the speed of Daxia's improvement of clan strength.

Of course, if the slave hall can be taken down, there will be many benefits.

...

Frontier and Southwest Territory.

Especially near the southwest, the mountains and fields are continuous, and the boundary line between the frontier area and the wild ancient land is not obvious at all. From the northwest across the western frontier, the scene seen along the way is similar to that in the northern area, desolate and remote. No smokers.

There are millions of miles of fertile land, sparsely populated, and traces of ruins left by some large tribes can still be seen vaguely.

"I thought you would shirk again."

In the nameless mountains and plains, Venerable Wannu was shrouded in lavender aura, his legs were naked, and his graceful body appeared in front of Xia Tuo.

"Xia has always kept promises."

Xia Tuo looked at Venerable Wan Nu, and said in a deep voice, "Since I said it, I will do it."

His eyes were on Xia Tuo's body, and Venerable Wan Nu's eyes shone slightly, and he said: "I tracked Xianghou earlier, but it's a pity that he ran away first, he should have a witch weapon in his hand.

However, his old injury has relapsed and he needs to draw blood to heal his injuries, so he will definitely show up again.

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to find him, once he suppresses his injuries, you may have to search for another tens or hundreds of years. "

Xia Tuo had never seen the elder Xianghou of the Slave Palace in Youyingyu, and his strength was at the second level, but he didn't know how he compared with himself.

Since he was promoted to the land creation realm, he hasn't played a good game yet.

"Is there any other clues about Xianghou?"

"This guy has an ancient artifact altar in his hand, which can absorb the blood of barbarians. He will definitely look for barbarian tribes in the wilderness to confuse them."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo shook his head lightly. The barbaric ancient land has grown, and the barbarian tribes are extremely secretive, and it is hard to find them.

At this point in his mind, he asked: "Is the place where his blood sacrifice was still there, and is there any aura left over from it?"

"Yes, you have a secret method to track breath?"

Venerable Wannu's eyes lit up.

Xia Tuo took out the psychic skull, but it was a pity that he didn't enter a thought. This array king weapon has defects, and it seems that it can only be used on the legs.

Then, Xia Tuo returned to the tribe and recruited Luo.

A group of three people appeared at the place where the barbarians who performed the monkey blood sacrifice had been. The mummified corpses had been destroyed by wild beasts, but luckily there were still some of them left.

Luo has already been promoted to the witch saint, and he is somewhat sure of finding a second-step warrior in the ground breaking state. For the curse witch, as long as they show a ray of energy, they can bite like tarsus maggots. put.