On the Heavenly Furnace Mountain, Xia Tuo stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes wandered in the void, taking in the totem god form sitting in the sea of purple gas, waving his hands, and there was an invisible general trend swimming outside his body.

Hiss!

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

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them, his head shook slightly, he could see, he couldn't grope it, he couldn't feel it, he couldn't use common sense to evaluate the existence that stood at the top of the tribe.

Soon, around Tianlu Mountain, many clansmen raised their heads one after another, everyone couldn't harvest their eyes after seeing the figure standing on the top of the mountain, and their hearts were moved, the patriarch was still the familiar patriarch, but the feeling was very different.

This feeling is mysterious and mysterious, and I can clearly feel it, but I can't describe it when the words come to my mouth.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

For a while, there were voices in the mountains, one after another, and after a few breaths, they turned into a tsunami-like shout.

In an instant, the purple qi floating in the Wangu Mountain Range was exploded by a little purple light, and the purple flames swept through the mountains and fields, enveloping all directions.

The purple flame spread in all directions, igniting the blazing heat in the hearts of every clansman, and the pride belonging to the Great Xia clan rose spontaneously at this moment, and a kind of scorching heat of flesh and blood was derived from the depths of the flesh and blood.

Xia Tuo's ears heard bursts of whistling, wave after wave like ocean waves, the waves crashed on the shore, and there was a fire in his chest that was ignited, and the blood around him boiled.

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

In the dark, he felt a kind of realization that the fortunes of the Great Xia clan had affected every clansman in the Wangu Mountain Range, and perhaps they had been estranged from each other in the past.

But after decades of gradual absorption and blending in Great Xia, under the burning of the fire of luck at this moment, the estrangement was burned to ashes, and at this moment everyone had a voice in their hearts.

The people of Great Xia!

For this day, he has been preparing for decades ago, and after thirty or forty years, it finally came to fruition, and tied the hearts of the people together by taking advantage of the general trend of the rise of the clan after the destruction of Luoshui.

From now on, in the Wangu Mountain Range, the land is not divided into north and south, and people are not divided into old and young, no matter which scattered tribe they once came from, and now they all belong to the people of Great Xia.

On this day, the Great Xia Department of Wangu Mountain, the people gathered!

The purple fire of the clan is illusory and invisible, connecting every clansman, from the elderly to the ignorant babies, all of them are connected by purple gas, the clan fortune gathers, and the people are united, which is the solid foundation of the tribe.

All these fortunes converged on Xia Tuo's body, he stood on Tianlu Mountain, and the purple qi pillar behind him was a hundred zhang thick, straight into the nine heavens.

"That's pretty much it. ”

Xia Tuo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were scorching, and his spiritual thoughts were as clear as if he was watching the fire, and he realized that the fortune of the Great Xia was only one step away, and he would enter the level of the Bobu.

At this time, his eyes were faintly bright, and at the end of the mountain range as far as his eyes could see, a white-haired old man was looking at him.

Who!

At this moment, his spirit was slightly condensed, at this moment, he was in line with the clan fortune, and the general trend of the clan fortune in the dark was enough for him not to fall in front of the powerhouse of the Divine Power Realm, but the old man in the distance gave him a kind of coercion from the heart.

"The demon clan is abstinent, using troops without permission, and slaughtering fellow clansmen, you are guilty. ”

For a while, there were ripples in Xia Tuo's spiritual world, and the sound seemed to sprout directly from the spiritual world, with a deafening touch.

Sixteen words later, he felt a kind of awe-inspiring coercion.

Forcibly enduring the coercion, Xia Tuo looked at the white-haired old man, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you retreat, you will die." ”

In an instant, the old man's eyes became cold, Xia Tuo felt that the whole world was shaking, in his eyes, in his spiritual perception, everything was shaking, he was like a speck of dust, unable to grasp the slightest reliance.

"The big demon has reappeared, what do you want?"

Being noticed by the old man, Xia Tuo's mind was in turmoil, and at this moment he already had some guesses about the old man in the distance, but he couldn't assert it for a while.

After all, I know how many catties I have, and I know very well, and Daxia has not yet been ranked in the position of the Uncle, and it has not really been integrated into the Northwest Uncle.

"If you are bad, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world. ”

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said in a deep voice, he is only the clan master of Great Xia, and he is not qualified to save any world, of course, the most important thing is that his strength is not good, and he is most afraid of death.

"If you are bad, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world. ”

The corners of the old god's mouth moved slightly, and he read these words, his cloudy eyes became more and more bright, and he had a feeling 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 powerhouse in the Divine Treasure Realm, and then he wanted to become a powerhouse in the Divine Power Realm.

Even in the early years of the Divine Power Realm, he never thought of becoming a god of the land and the guardian of the Northwest Wilderness.

It wasn't until that day that the previous generation of Shenhou told him that he hoped that he would succeed him to the position of Shenhou, and from that time on, he gradually transformed from a cultivator to a guardian.

In a word, he tasted too much flavor, for example, the young man in front of him is not the kind of person who can stimulate his blood with a word, he has a deep mind and a lot of plans.

The old god who was immersed in this sentence pondered for a long time with a stick of incense, and when he came back to his senses again, his eyes were burning.

Xia Tuo didn't expect his words to make the mysterious person in front of him fall into contemplation, in these days when the clan fortunes converged, his heart gathered again, and the old man's two questions highlighted a very important problem.

That's the Demon Tribulation.

But he is not a saint, his own strength is limited, it is impossible to take care of the Quartet at the moment, and he does not have this ability, even if he has the ability, he will only selectively help from relatives and distances, unless he has the great power that can change the heaven and earth.

After a moment of silence, seeing the old man wake up from his silence, he said loudly: "Can you tell the identity of the junior." ”

"The old man has been sitting in Tianhou Mountain for 3,600 years, and everyone in the border wilderness respects me as a god. ”

Really!

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

"Xia Tuo, the lord of the Great Xia clan, meet the gods. ”

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

Once, when he knew that there was a demon domain in the Border Desolate Human Domain, he also had disdain and dissatisfaction with the high-level powerhouses of the human race, but as time passed, he knew the truth hidden deep on the surface.

Perhaps the actions of the gods and goddesses of the border wasteland are deliberately conniving at the demon clan, but if there is no god marquis, I am afraid that the border wilderness would have become a racecourse for the demon clan.

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

Xia Tuo did not hesitate, stepped forward, and after a few breaths, he fell in front of the old god Hou for a few feet, and bowed slightly.

The old god was silent, his eyes returned to indifference, and he turned around and sat down on the stone on the top of the mountain casually.

"For more than half a year, I have traveled to dozens of tribes in the northwest regions of the border wilderness, only your tribe has given me a different feeling, cultivation classics are the foundation of tribal inheritance, why are you promoting it like this?"

"Why?"

Xia Tuo saw that the old god Hou was so gentle, and also sat cross-legged next to him, this matter is not simple, in his previous life, he had nine years of obligation, and learning is everyone's business, which is an ordinary thing in his opinion.

Of course, he couldn't say that, the old god 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.

For a long time, all kinds of inheritances of our human race have been cherished by themselves, and they are unwilling to show others easily, resulting in many inheritance faults, and a large part of the reason why our human race has been bullied by the demon clan is that the inheritance is severed.

If our human race cultivates martial arts and witches, luck is like a rainbow, and everyone is like a dragon, why not be afraid of his demon race. ”

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

For a while, the old god Hou had a flying beard, he hadn't heard such uplifting words for a long time, and the momentum in his body suddenly bloomed.

"Good! good!"

"Follow me!"

The old god hou got up, and Xia Tuo followed closely at his signal, passed through the Wangu Mountain Range, and headed south, and the two of them had nothing to say along the way.

The two of them walked one after the other, not fast, and crossed the lofty mountains, and two months later crossed millions of miles of barren land, appearing outside a rolling mountain.

Tianhou Mountain!

Tianhou Mountain with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, the mountains are undulating, the clouds and mist are swirling, sometimes there is a spiritual light flickering, it is the spiritual mist derived from the rich aura, in the depths of the clouds and mist in the mountains, the divine peak is like a sky bridge, hooking up to the sky, there is a stone temple looming above the clouds, swaying in the wind in the sky.

"It's ......"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo took a deep breath, and the magnificent scene in front of him was a close sight in his life.

However, the old god Hou took him towards the depths of Tianhou Mountain, compared to the gorgeous and colorful above the heavenly dome, the mottled soil in the depths of the mountain range made people feel more real.

There are black clouds in the depths of the mountains all year round, even the many disciples of Tianhou Mountain cannot go deep into them, and there is an invisible array in the black clouds, isolating the peeps and entry of the outside world.

There was a little ripple in the center of the large array, revealing a hole the size of a zhang, and Xia Tuo entered it, and was immediately impacted by a strong bloody aura rushing towards him.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Under the big array, there is a sharp contrast with the splendor of the outside world, the red blood, the white bones, the more you look into the depths, the more you can see patches of dried and pitch-black blood.

This is an independent cave world, the sea of blood is boundless, the blood waves beat the surface of the blood lake, making a roaring sound, Xia Tuo saw the reef composed of white bones, the blood waves hit, and the blood water foamed along the rotten white bone holes.

"Look at this sea of blood. ”

The old god Hou pointed to the sea of blood in front of him and groaned softly, and then said: "Since the demon clan has descended for more than 10,000 years, the border wilderness has been stained with blood for a long time, and countless human race powerhouses have struggled and resisted, and finally achieved this sea of blood.

When the last generation of the Great Qijing Heavenly King was in front of the Blood Heaven Pass, there was no real protection for the border wasteland, and we were all the same, a group of people who were struggling to survive. ”

"The Great Apocalypse Heavenly King. ”

Xia Tuo groaned lightly, for a while he had a feeling of clouds and mountains and mist, as if he had caught something hazy, the name Daqi was very familiar to him.

The Great Apocalypse Royal Ministry, a supreme royal ministry that was about to be promoted to the royal court, fell short in the end and completely perished.

The Great Apocalypse King Department has exhausted all the Heavenly Pavilions created by creation, and now it is in the Great Xia tribe.

In the dark, there has long been an implication.

There was a 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 fortune of the clan.

At this time, the old god Hou spoke up, as if talking to himself, and said: "I can still hold on for some time, and support the Northwest Mansion of the Border Wilderness, but after all, it won't last long, and the time will eventually come." ”

Speaking of which, the old god Hou looked at Xia Tuo, and was looked at by the old god Hou like this, Xia Tuo was a little hairy, he was very afraid of death, so whoever wanted him to die, he had to let someone die in advance, even if it was a big demon.

It's that pure.

He understood what the old god meant, but when these were fused with the righteousness of the human race, he was really not used to it.

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

"It's difficult, you can't escape!"

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

"It's to catch ducks on the shelves!"

Xia Tuo bowed slightly, saluted the old god marquis, and said: "The younger generation dare not get such expectations from the god marquis, such a heavy responsibility, the younger generation can't bear it." ”

"The border is a game, everyone is a chess, you are a chess, the old man is also a chess, if you don't advance, you will die, if you don't resist, you will die, you can do it yourself. ”

After that, the old god Hou pointed to a sea of blood in front of him and muttered: "Just like this sea of blood in front of you, too much human blood has been deposited, and if you don't want to be a part of it, you need to struggle." ”

After that, the old god Hou didn't say much, the times create heroes, sometimes it's not a question of whether you want to or not, but an invisible chaos promoter to move forward.

This trip to Tianhou Mountain was worth the trip, a tribe that has only been established for decades, giving him a fresh touch that has never been felt for thousands of years.

Not to mention the Xia tribe, it has only been a few decades since its establishment, and all the people who have been gathered are scattered people, and it has broken a Bobu in one fell swoop, which means that it is a tribe shrouded in atmospheric luck.

Luck is mysterious and mysterious, secretly in the dark with the rhyme of heaven and earth, the atmospheric luck tribe, the clan is unstoppable, he doesn't need to do more, the luck can't be stopped.

Whether it's a dragon or a worm, the time will tell.

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

The old god who had a lot of thoughts, frowned abruptly, as if he had thought of something, and with a wave of his hand, the void in front of him shattered, 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 yourself. ”

At the moment before Xia Tuo could react, he felt that he was swept by an invisible force and rushed into the void passage, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had appeared on the vast earth.

I don't know why the old god Hou sent him out of Tianhou Mountain again, but this experience of clouds and mountains and fog made him understand that the current days in the northwest are supported by the old god marquis, once the old god marquis is not there, I am afraid that the peace of the northwest will be broken, and when the time comes, there will be no old god marquis to deter the demon marquis, and the catastrophe will arise 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 demon lets him die, he will not sit still, even if he dies, he will pull a cushion.

And his mind seems to have been captured by the old god Hou.

ps It's a change today.,I've been busy for many days.,Tomorrow it's settled.,Begin to recover the fourth watch.,This month it was updated less than 130,000 words.,The second half of the month is hard to make up for it.。