The Strongest Tribe

Xia Tuo, who had made up his mind, naturally did not have any delays. He held a clan meeting, gathered the elders of the ministries and towns, and announced this edict.

No surprise, Yu Tianqi, the lord of the Palace of Clan Affairs, directly refused to use the all-spirit stone. For him, his lifespan was only more than three hundred years old, and he would have a great chance to be promoted to the supernatural channel in the future. Way.

The Sinong Hall Yunlan Mountain fell from the Wuzong Realm because of heavy damage. This time I took out a Wan Lingshi to see if it had a chance to return to the Wuzong Realm.

Yunlan Mountain, Huo Lingyun, and He Ge, who had received the Ercai Wanling Stone, arranged the clan affairs in their respective temples, and then entered the inner city of Daxia for retreat in preparation for promotion.

After all, even if it is refining the spirit stone, there is also the risk of failure. The spirit stone is only an external force, and it is important to be fully prepared.

At the same time, Xia Tuo ordered the Daxia clan and passed down the news that there are still four Ercai Wanling Stones in the clan library. Those who have merits in the Daxia clan will be rewarded.

Not only that, the remaining six three-color all-spirit stones and three four-color all-spirit stones were also placed in the clan library as a reward.

As for the remaining eighteen one-color all-spirit stones, they were sent to the Lingzhou Guard Mansion and handed over to Wolf, Hong and others. Both of them were in the late stage of the Divine Tibetan Realm. They refined these all-spirit stones, enough to open all of them. Divine Aperture, the pinnacle of Advanced Divine Tibetan Realm.

After the allocation of the Wanling Stones, the warriors in the clan court finally calmed down, and the northwest land became stable again.

The mining of the Qianya Valley Spirit Crystal Vein has also gradually moved on to the right track. Under the handling of various ministries and Xia Pavilion, various affairs are also running smoothly. Xia Tuo, the patriarch, has returned to the situation of throwing away his hands.

There is an old **** sitting in Qianya Valley. Xia Tuo is going to Tianhou Mountain to sit in the town. He is going to let Fatty take Xun Fenghou to the Black Dragon Waters to practice. After all, he and Fatty each have been there for more than ten or twenty. Dragon meat in the year can open at least ten small worlds.

This kind of opportunity is definitely not to be ignored for the strongest in the world.

However, he hadn't gone yet, and news came from the academy that Old Man Feng was not working.

The one who came to report was a descendant of Old Man Feng. Old Man Feng had no direct blood, and he had always been in the academy. He accepted a simple and honest baby among the students to wait in front of him.

It's a pity that this baby's talent is not very good. It just can't overcome the bottleneck of the God's Hidden Realm. He injured his meridians during a forced breakthrough, and his life was greatly reduced. He had passed away decades ago.

Fortunately, although the adopted son had passed away, he still left a lot of blood. The youngest granddaughter was named Fenglan, and Fenglan was over 70 years old, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Heavenly Vein Realm.

Without the slightest delay, Xia Tuo rushed towards the palace with tears in his eyes.

In fact, on this day, he had already anticipated this in his heart. This was fate and was beyond human reach. Even though Daxia now had a life-prolonging elixir, he was already unable to recover.

In a side hall in the Xue Palace, there are more than 20 figures of young and old kneeling outside the hall, all of them are Fenglan's brothers, nephews, grandnephews, and others. All of them have their heads drooped with grief in their eyes.

These people are the descendants of old man Feng's adopted son. Although the adopted son has passed away, the offspring are considered filial, so that old man Feng is not so lonely over the years.

Xia Tuo entered the hall and saw Old Man Feng lying on the stone bed. He saw his face as withered and the lamp withered.

"Grandpa, the patriarch is here."

The old man squinting his eyes, breathing very thick and very fast, his body was skinny, curled up together, he heard the sound of the wind, and struggling to open his eyes, his shriveled hands struggling to reach out.

"~~Xia Tuo, you kid lied to me for three hundred years~"

The withered big hand grasped Xia Tuo's palm, the old man Feng's haggard face glowed, and he was struggling to sit up.

"However, for the first time in his life, the old man felt the value of being cheated."

"For six hundred years, the first half of my life was wasted, and the second half was worth it."

...

Listening to the old man's chatter, Xia Tuo didn't know how to speak for a while. The past was like a smoke, and it was three hundred years in a blink of an eye.

"It's not a blessing that the warrior can die on the bed forever."

"Xia Xiaozi, the strength of the clan is getting stronger and stronger, the old man dare not call you Xia Xiaozi...cough cough..."

"Xia boy, you little liar."

...

"Ahem~~ah~~~"

"Summer~"

In the blink of an eye, the brilliance on Feng Old Man's face dissipated like a cloud of smoke, extinguished like a candle, and the palm of Xia Tuo's big hand was also drained for the last time.

"Hey~"

Feng Lan Qiang hit the crystal clear in his eyes, knelt down beside the stone bed, and heard a faint moan.

After a long silence, Xia Tuo got up and gestured for Feng Lan to give Feng Lan a look, and Feng Lan got up and walked outside the hall.

"Grandpa is gone~"

Soon, there was a whimper outside the hall.

Before he died, Old Man Feng babbled a lot of things, and didn't mention the future generations bit by bit. These Xia Tuo knew well, and Old Man Feng also understood that Xia Tuo would take good care of his descendants, so he didn't say much.

"All come in."

Soon the figures outside the hall walked in and knelt before the stone bed.

"Buried Feng Lao in the Academy."

Hearing the sound, Fenglan looked at the other elders and said, "It's all up to the patriarch."

As the youngest granddaughter, she was the closest to Old Man Feng, especially since the last two to thirty years ago, she had lived with Old Man Feng so that she could take care of him.

Although Daxia is now restructured, the tribal system has actually been formed over a long period of time, and it still exists in the hearts of everyone. The tribe still regards themselves as part of the Daxia tribe. Naturally, the Daxia people have to obey the command of the patriarch and be buried in the clan. .

Xia Tuo personally managed the funeral of the old man Feng. Since the old man Feng was introduced to the Daxia Clan, he has been working on the affairs of the academy. Whether it is the first palace or the ever-changing academy, the old man has done his duty. 'S busy.

The best home is to bury the old man Feng in the academy and let him watch the development of the academy.

After the funeral of the old man Jiangfeng was completed yesterday, Xia Tuo did not rush to leave the academy. Back then, the old man Wu and the old rein passed away one after another. He did not expect that he would encounter this scene again after more than two hundred years.

The same old brothers, the old man's life limit is approaching. Since five years ago, the two have unloaded the burden of the general affairs elders of the school and began to take care of them.

It seemed that his heart felt instinctive. After the death of Old Man Feng, the breath of Old Man Bai declined day by day, and he was bedridden in just a few days.

Half a year later, on a quiet night, the old white man never woke up after the rest, and left quietly.

There was no sign that Xia Tuo left, even Xia Tuo didn't prepare, so he passed away without a last word and smiled.

In half a year, the passing of two elders in succession made Xia Tuo feel very depressed. He buried Old Man Bai beside Old Man Feng. The two old mates were born together and busy, and died close to each other. Huangquan Road is not alone.

After handling the funeral of the old man, Xia Tuo left the school and went straight to Tianhou Mountain.

His arrival made Xun Fenghou free and went to the waters of the Black Dragon under the leadership of Fat Brother.

Fat brother just led the way, and when he brought Xun Fenghou into the waters of the Black Dragon, he would return to the clan to take over for Xia Tuo to sit in Tianhou Mountain.

There are too many places where Daxia needs to sit, and Tianhou Mountain's defense against demon cannot be relaxed. Qianyagu is the source of Daxia's current **** gold veins, and it is absolutely impossible to lose it.

Will come around in a circle, but Daxia City is the most stable and safe.

A year later, Fat Brother returned from the Black Dragon Waters, and Xia Tuo returned to Daxia City.

...

Tianlu Peak.

Xia Tuo sat cross-legged on it, and the primordial spirit entered the world of purple qi from his body. In the vast world of purple qi, the big pillar of purple qi was as bright as the sacred mountain of Ziyue, with twenty-eight paths.

After more than one hundred and fifty years of precipitation, the Daxia clan fortune has not only recovered, but also surpassed its peak.

Over the years, the Daxia Clan has resisted the demons outside the court, cultivated the people’s livelihood inside, and eliminated grievances in the territory. The tribes returned to their hearts, and the inside was Jingping. The purple world that was originally full of cracks has long been restored to its original state and turned into a brilliant purple Dome.

Surrounded by twenty-eight large purple qi pillars, Xia Tuo’s primordial spirit is suspended in mid-air. Below him, on the earth where the world of purple qi has evolved, in a vast mountainous field, the mountains are like clusters, the city pools, and the rivers flow. Vigorous.

Every city in Daxia here is undoubtedly manifested, and between his thoughts, a purple scroll emerged, and the martial artist of every Daxia, every city, and every city on the list was revealed.

Huang Huang Ziqi, Yu Yu brilliance, Da Xia took less than two hundred hours to reach a situation that other Hou Tribes had not reached for thousands of years.

This may seem incredible, but it makes sense.

The number of people under the Daxia Clan’s court can be said to be far more than that of any pinnacle tribe on the barren land. Even under the royal tribe, it is impossible to directly rule so many people.

The tribe is backed by blood, and there are no development limitations in Daxia. Daxia's clan power is like a snowball, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

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According to the documents submitted by the Palace of Clan Affairs, the inferior Qingtao City, from the beginning of the Great Xia reform of the emperor and entrusted to the martial artist, in the past 100 years, the number of people in the city has increased from 53,000 at the beginning to now outside the city. Lingtian fertile fields, scattered with towns and settlements, surround the city, with 141,000 people in the book.

After Daxia promoted the spiritual field, promoted witch doctors, practiced, has no worries about food and clothing, and is safe and secure, many of the people are good babies, and the number of people is showing a trend of rapid increase in Tibet.

According to the statistics of the Clan Affairs Hall, the number of registered population under the rule of Daxia has not nearly doubled since Daxia's restructuring in the northwest has been completed over a hundred years.

The base of the population determines the number of people who set foot on the martial arts practice. Now even in the most remote small town, the martial artist of the Celestial Vein Realm can easily be seen.

These are where Xia Tuo's confidence lies. Daxia has been silent for many years and has already accumulated a very strong family background.

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