The Strongest Tribe

In Phoenix, the return of the old **** is not particularly unexpected. It has been fifty or sixty years since his reincarnation, and it is almost time to return, and the family has already prepared some for this.

The reincarnated martial artist has the foundation of the previous life, as long as the resources are sufficient, he will soon return to the state of the previous life.

When the old **** returned, the Daxia Clan had already prepared the resources. After his return, he immediately entered the retreat.

...

In the recent period of time, the Great Desolation has been surging, and some strong people have announced that this is a major change that has not been seen in eternity.

From the royal court to the ancient country can indeed be called a big change.

The meanings of the two different words are quite different. A long time ago, there was the term ‘guo’ above the Great Wilderness. Boguo and Houguo, but these were all privately commensurate and were not officially recognized.

The appearance of Shang Guo and Cang Guo completely determined the meaning of ‘country’.

The ancient country respected the religion of God, which broke the pattern of the gathering of human luck since the birth of the human race.

...

In the eastern part of the Great Wilderness, there are endless oceans and waters, here is the East China Sea, here is the territory of the Dragon Race, and on the dotted islands in the East China Sea, even if the human race lives, it still depends on the face of the Dragon Race.

No one knows how vast the ocean in the eastern part of the Great Wilderness is. Even the dragons cannot see the whole picture. It is rumored that a true dragon of the dragon clan wants to peek at the border of the ocean. He keeps heading east, and then disappears into the vast ocean.

In the depths of the blue sea and blue sky, an imaginary figure was walking on the waves, Wan Dao loomed and danced around him, and the beasts neighing branded in the rhyme of Dao.

With every step of this figure, the surrounding scenes will revolve around, and I don't know how many miles it crosses under one step.

Soon, the illusory figure came to a calm sea, the palms were slowly spread out, a little purple light lit up, followed by flying to the sky, and then turned into a purple black bird, high-pitched cry, wrapped around Countless purple flames fell into the sea.

Wow~

For a time, the sea water in all directions set off waves, and a huge vortex of tens of thousands of miles formed on the surface of the water, and then the vortex slowly stood up from the surface of the water, forming a vortex water gate tens of thousands of feet high, facing the imaginary figure.

"You really can live, you come back to life."

An old voice came from the whirlpool water gate.

"Haha~ Master Xuanwu, after hundreds of thousands of years, he is still so full of breath." Xu influenced a hearty smile.

"roll."

The old voice continued to be heard from the whirlpool water gate, the tone was cold, not a bit polite.

After being scolded, Xu Ying didn't seem to be angry, and then said: "I'll let Master Xuanwu follow the ancestral instructions."

"roll."

The old voice was still a word, followed by the tens of thousands of miles of vortex water gate, covering the illusory figure like the sky, and the world seemed to be completely destroyed at this moment.

The water was overturned, and after everything calmed down, the illusory figure appeared on the water again, groaning softly, and said: "Master Xuanwu, my destiny is in my Changshengjiao, I will come again next time."

After speaking, the illusory figure disappeared into the sea with little light.

After a few breaths, a spray appeared on the calm sea, and then a slender, dark golden snake with dragon horns poked its head out of the water and looked down at the same sea area around it.

"Destiny is human, are you still human?"

The empty voice dissipated in the vast sea, and the snake disappeared on the sea.

...

In the far north, the extreme north of the Gonggong domain, on a mountain high into the sky, a **** tiger with gilt wings stands on the top of the mountain.

Ooooooo~

Ow~~~Woo~~

In the depths of the ground below the mountain, the dark yellow land only respects the gods, listening to the immature roar, frowning, and comforting himself, the **** tiger is still young and young, and he will be very powerful when he grows up.

Ooo~

On the top of the mountain, the **** tiger roared a few times, with a frustrated look on his face, and his big dark golden eyes overflowed with a pitiful look. The **** wings on his back flashed and disappeared. He turned his head and ran towards the stone temple in the middle of the mountain. go with.

In the stone hall, a silver-haired old man dressed in a plain robe, saw the **** tiger in his arms, showing a gentle expression, stroked the **** tiger's head and patted it lightly.

Shenhu rubbed the old man's arm against his head and made a whimper.

"The power of luck in the Witch Order King Court over the years has been used to maintain the stability of the large cracks in the ground, so there is no luck for you to absorb."

"Woo~" Shenhu whimpered again after hearing the sound.

He patted Shenhu again, the old man frowned slightly, and his wrinkled old face was completely criss-crossed.

Below Shenyue is a desolate land. Looking around, the mountains have turned into a bare piece for some unknown reason. On the land, a man wearing a beast robe stepped forward.

The man was wearing an animal robe, and his body was still stained with the smell of mud and grass, just like the people in the scattered settlement.

In this way, he passed through the wasteland, stepped onto the mountain, and came to the outside of the stone temple.

"The King of People is here."

In the stone hall, the voice of the silver-haired old man came out.

"I have seen a witch festival."

The man, the King of the Witch Order, spoke in a deep voice outside.

"I have something to ask Wu Ji to clarify."

"Let the king come in and talk."

Hearing the sound, Wu ordered the king to enter the hall and saw the old man and the **** tiger.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said, "This is the cub of the holy tiger Dongtian, but unfortunately, the imperial court of Wu Ming is not lucky enough to support him."

Wu Ji nodded, and then said: "The lone seedling is left in the holy tiger cave. What does the king of men have to tell the old man when he comes here."

"The change of the sky is not enough to fear, the ancestors are not enough to speak, and the people are not good enough, but I hope the witch sacrifices to solve the puzzles, is this sentence correct?"

The Witch Man King stared at the Old Witch Ji with hope in his eyes.

Back then, he was only a member of a small family in a remote place in the Gonggong domain, and his ancestors had lived by heaven for several generations.

Later, he became the king of witchcraft.

All this is the old man in front of him.

In his eyes, the old man is full of wisdom, after a long time, he knows the general trend of the world.

"Correct."

Regarding the question of the King of Wuming Ren, Wu Ji nodded, and then said: "Forty-four thousand years have passed since the Chi Ming era. There are Longhan and Yankang on the top, and even more ancient ones on the top. Over the years, everything is changing after such a long time."

Having said that, the witch festival looked at the king of witch life and said, "What do you think."

"revolution."

"Yeah~" Wu Ji nodded, and motioned to the Witch Order King to continue.

"Witch sacrifice, since I set up a clan for more than 40,000 years, I have occupied the two major areas of the northern joint labor and the ghost party. The ethnic groups owned by my subordinates are tens of billions. With this background, can we suppress the underground. Big crack."

The Witch Man King frowned and sat cross-legged in front of the Witch Festival without any cover.

"But for 40,000 years, the fate of witchcraft is nothing more than that. Self-preservation is more than enterprising, but great luck can only guarantee its own stability.

Not to hide the witch festival, I quietly sent someone to the border area, and the news that came back surprised me.

Borderlands, the barren sinner’s exile place in the eyes of the world, experienced the demon turmoil ten thousand years ago, and the reunification was completed in just a thousand years, and the human race prospered again. In a short period of time, it regained nearly two hundred 100 million people of ethnic origin.

Daxia, which has risen from the borderline, has developed everything that makes me curious and surprised. "

Speaking of this, a touch of confusion flashed in the eyes of King Wuming Ren, and said: "The frontier desolation has destroyed the human tribal system since ancient times, but it is like a new life, and it has restored such a grand occasion in just a thousand years.

Could it be that the development of my life in the past tens of thousands of years was wrong? "

"So you want to kill your own life?" Wu Ji looked at Wu Ming Ren Wang and said: "Wu Ming Wang is under the command of the royal court, how about the royal family?"

"Fourteen kings, twenty-one kings."

The Witch Man King responded honestly, of course, there should be hidden kings under the Witch Man King Court, but these are no longer under his control. For example, under this god, there is a king sitting in the town.

In addition, there are some hidden holy places in the cave, these are places that do not listen to the announcement, and the majesty of the royal court cannot be spilled on them.

"Geometry Hou?"

"Hakubu Geometry?"

Without waiting for the witch to order the king to answer, the witch sacrifice asked: "Do you want to imitate the border and famine system, is it the fate of all the tribes, or you, the fate of the king."

Suddenly, the King of Wu Mingren fell silent.

He understands the truth.

The witch life has been passed on for tens of thousands of years, and the major tribes are deeply rooted. If they want to emulate the system of the borderland and the Great Xia, the major tribes will be reformed. He is afraid that he will really collapse.

but!

The tribal system is like a pyramid. The royal court is at the highest point, dominating the large and small tribes below. The ordinary people who are the foundation of the existence of air luck are not directly controlled by the royal court.

The air transport gathered by the king's court has been used up by the Bo, Hou, and the king's divisions.

Clan population base is a rigid condition. Just like the border famine and great summer, how much air luck is generated is gathered in the clan court. In layman's terms, there is no middleman to make the difference.

The witch command is not good, and there are also tribes such as Wang Hou Bo, one after another.

With a certain air transport base, if Wang Ting wants to get more air transport, he needs to optimize from the intermediate process.

The best optimization is to optimize all the princes in the middle like the frontiers and the big summer.

Royal Court-Clan!

There is no middleman to make the difference, even if there is some consumption in the middle, there are very few.

It's a pity that this kind of revolution, like the moon in the mirror, seems impossible to be realized in the Witch Mand King Court. The Witch King Court will decay in this way, and I will finish playing ahead of time.

This was extremely uncomfortable for the King of Witchcraft.

So he came to Wu Ji to solve his puzzles.

In his opinion, there is nothing in this world that the wise witch sacrifice does not know.

"I can do nothing."

At this moment, Wu Ji shook his head lightly, and said, "Even if the merits are involved in good fortune, it is still extremely powerful."

"This~"

Wu Ming Ren Wang's face was a bit bitter.

On the contrary, the witch priest nodded. This man king did not make a mistake. For these years, the witch man king has worked hard and led the development of the witch man king court.

It's a pity that even if he is the king of men, he still feels incapable of strength in the face of time.

"Witch sacrificial solution."

The witch ordered the king to bow, with piety in his eyes.

At this moment, Wu Ji still shook his head and sighed slightly.

"Even though I have lived for a long time, there are some things that really cannot be changed. This is the general trend of the human race, and it is not accessible by humans, even if it is martial arts.

Huang Huang is unstoppable. "

Hearing the sound, the witch commander king was startled, he caught the important information in the witch sacrificial words.

Terran trend?

Who can represent the general trend of Terran?

What is the general trend of the human race?

After hesitating for a while, the King of Witch Orders said: "Witch Sacrifice, you selected me from the small clans in remote places, and told me that the chaffinch should have great ambitions, and told me not to believe in fate. That's why we have today's Witchcraft King."

With that said, the King Wu ordered to stand up, his aura suddenly returned to a glorious one, as if all the decadence on his body had disappeared.

"I don't believe in fate. I'm going to reform this order. I will use my method, even if it is a sea of ​​blood."

Looking at the King of Wuming Ren, Wu Ji narrowed his eyes and showed a bitter smile, suddenly feeling an old man in his heart.

Watching Wu Mingren Wang leave the stone palace in a daze, after all, he didn't say anything to stop him.

He really wanted to see if the decaying royal court could give off new life.

For more than 40,000 years, the upper and lower ministries of Wuming have been deeply rooted, especially the upper-level Hou and the royal clan, which have monopolized the supply of resources within the entire royal court. For ordinary tribes, high-level resources can get one-tenth of the amount that can be obtained. Not enough.

The large tribe, which accounts for less than one-hundred-thousandths of the entire tribe, occupies more than nine tenths of the total resources under the royal court of Witchcraft.

It has been a long time, and no new Hou Bu was born.

In fact, this state of affairs is not only in the witch life, but also in Da Yin and Da Cang, in the Yao Clan.

It's not that no one can tell, but the problem is that they are all those with vested interests. Who would raise the **** to plan the soil under their feet? It would be difficult for Wang Ting to do it, because it would push the tribe under his command to the opposite side.

Hard!

...

Three months later, the imperial court edict spread throughout the Great Wilderness.

The quality of the copper sacrifices offered by the Ghost Tooth Royal Family at the Royal Sacrifice Ceremony ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is not pure. The King Totem Lord is displeased by the ghost king. The King of the Ghosts will lock the Ghost Tooth King and go to the Great Crack to suppress the ghosts. Cave for thousands of years.

However, this is not over yet. To deprive the honor of the King of Ghost Tooth, the land of the King of Ghost Tooth is under the direct control of the royal court, and the scattered people are gathered in the city, and the warriors sent by the royal court are under the jurisdiction.

Suddenly, the King of Ghost Tooth became the first king to be taken by the royal court for this reason in the 40,000 years of the Chiming era, causing great turmoil in the Great Wilderness.

...

Similarly, when the news reached the frontier, in the extreme depths of the southern part of the frontier, the Black Scale Jiao passed through the miasma, holding a small triangular flag in his hand, and was heading towards Daxia Phoenix City.

This time, he was ordered by Dongzhu to form an alliance with Daxia.

ps I have to take a day off tomorrow. My wife’s uncle is critically ill. I’m going to see it. It’s too tiring to drive for nearly a thousand kilometers back and forth, so I’m going to take the high-speed rail in the end. I go early in the morning and catch the last high-speed rail back in the afternoon. Up.

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