The three million migratory tribesmen who came out of Daxia City attracted a lot of people to join when they passed through various provinces, and the tribesmen from all over the country heard that the migratory tribes were going to the new capital city, and they didn't even want land, and they wanted to follow the clan master.

Just when he crossed the Ten Thousand Ancient Dao, the number of migratory tribes skyrocketed from three million to five million, and this was still the case of the restrictions of each province and city, so Xia Tuo had to order that the people of all provinces were not allowed to follow the migration.

Of course, this order still can't stop the people who follow the shadow, follow the clan master, what is Lingtian, and follow if you steal.

For this reason, Xia Tuo could only let the clan guard open the way in front of him, bypassing the location of the city, so as not to cause turmoil in the city.

A large number of women and children followed the migration, even if there were chariots and war beasts, it was inevitable that sometimes they would have to stop and set up camp, and when they walked out of Daxia City, the team stretched for more than ten miles.

A year later, the team had reached a distance of 100 miles.

In a year's time, the team has appeared on the west side of the Shengwang Mountain Range, in the south of the Qingyang Dao Domain, the appearance of this area has not changed much over the past few hundred years, and it is not a gathering place for urban settlements, it can be regarded as a paradise for some small fierce beasts.

Jin Wuxi fell, the car was driven into a camp, and the soldiers of the Daxia tribe turned the place that stretched for more than 100 miles before and after into a camp, with women and children inside, young and strong outside, and green smoke curling, and some women simply built the mountain stone into a stove, and mixed the spiritual rice and bacon they carried together and steamed it.

The reason why the team stopped, naturally it was the intention of Xia Tuo, the clan master, he wanted to look for something here, and the Jiao clan priest said that the mocking wind tablet was hidden in the veins deep in the Shengwang Mountain Range, and he wanted to find it out.

It depends on how strange this mocking wind tablet is, which determines his next plan, and also determines the life and death of the Jiao clan sacrifice, whether it will live longer or die faster.

From the beginning, he was still not a good person, and of course if he was a good person, Great Xia would not have been able to go to this point.

After hundreds of years of integration, his thinking has also been integrated into some of the emotions of the Great Wilderness, and across the years, killing has always been the mainstream here, and it is also the easiest way to solve the problem.

The golden crow shook its three legs, and soon disappeared into the sky, and when night fell, the camp that stretched for hundreds of miles was still very noisy, and there was a low hill in the center of the camp, where Xia Tuo's chariot was.

Going out to migrate, it is naturally not as good as being in the city, and Xia Tuo himself is not the kind of pampered person, so he will naturally be more comfortable if he has the conditions, but if he has no conditions at the moment, he will not have to deliberately buy it.

The canopy on the previous car was covered again, turning the car into a mobile palace, and Xia Tuo sat on the top in the main hall, and above the wooden case added in front of him, there was a purple and brilliant Tianlu Mountain.

Tianlu Mountain is three feet in size, the whole body is purple and deep, there is a purple gas ocean on the top of the mountain, the purple light rushes out from the ocean, crosses the sky, shines brightly in the night, and can be seen far and near.

On Tianlu Mountain, an old turtle the size of a palm is lying cross-legged, migrating to the clan court, he is the most dangerous, so he turned into a real body, and shrank directly on Tianlu Mountain to avoid breath leakage.

In the hall, there are two figures, Qiao'er is sitting on the wooden chair below, and the witch seal world at the center of her eyebrows exudes a mysterious atmosphere.

The hall is very quiet, Xia Tuo's mind is communicating with the old dragon of the leyline, since the mocking wind tablet is hidden in the depths of the ground, the old dragon needs to peek at it with the qi of the leyline.

The Shengwang Mountain Range runs through the north and south, majestic and majestic, and the peaks that surpass thousands of feet abound, and tens of thousands of fierce beasts live in the mountains.

Naturally, such a mountain cannot be without the support of spiritual veins.

In the depths of the earth, the old dragon of the earth veins exudes a colorful divine light, and his body is more and more than ten thousand zhang, the so-called ten thousand zhang refers to his condensed body part, in fact, if you count the small aura that stretches everywhere, it is enough to reach millions of zhang.

Take this migration as an example, in an unrivaled state of affairs, he swept away all the spiritual opportunities in the places he passed, and after leaving, he will also leave behind countless spiritual opportunities.

Xia Tuoyuan was out of his body, standing in front of the old dragon, waiting quietly.

The so-called art industry has a specialization, and the art industry of the old dragon of the earth vein is to control the earth, and now the earth controlled by the entire Great Xia, the only spiritual vein beyond the control is the Northwest Tianhou Mountain.

Although the spiritual veins of the Holy King Mountain Range are also very strong, they are not beyond the control of the old dragon of the leyline, of course, the spiritual power in the Holy King Mountain Range has not surrendered to the Great Xia leyline, and all along, both sides have acquiesced to the existence of the other party.

At this point, Xia Tuo knew very well that the Shengwang Mountain Range stretched for millions of miles, and there were no human tribes living in the mountains, and the Great Xia leylines were not particularly strong before, so he was not in a hurry to control the mountains that were inhabited by no clansmen.

The old dragon head of the leyline was opposite to Xia Tuo, but his body had already extended endlessly towards the east, and the large and small spiritual opportunities that existed in the leylines along the way were all merged into his huge perception.

The wasteland is a magical place, there are too many spiritual opportunities in the depths of the earth, and spiritual opportunities do not necessarily refer to spiritual veins, such as a spiritual pool, under the pool, the spiritual energy gathers into a group, a spiritual tree, a drop of spiritual liquid, wherever the spiritual machine exists, compared to the surroundings, it seems to be full of spiritual energy.

There are many small spiritual machines in the Holy King Mountain Range, and these spiritual opportunities are not easy for cultivators to absorb, and under the earth, the breath of the old dragon of the earth veins is divided into thousands of ways, like a spiritual python shuttling one after another, wandering around under the Holy King Mountain Range.

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In the depths of the Shengwang Mountain Range, the peak of the mountain is more than 38,000 zhang high, and the bottom of the peak is cracked, forming a crack cliff that runs through the east and west, and the wind is like thunder, resounding in all directions.

The big crack has been extended to the depths of the earth, the bottomless, the deeper the crack goes, the darker and deeper it is, in the depths of the earth, a yellowish aura meanders and crawls, every breath, the aura around is like the ebb and flow of the sea.

However, the condition of this spiritual vein is not very good, the body is lying on the undulating rock wall, and there is a quaint stone tablet of ten zhang size suspended above the head, the stone tablet flows with the vicissitudes of life, and there is a dragon pattern looming.

Not far from the head of the spirit vein dragon, there is a green deer that has maintained its body, with fierce antlers on its head, its head is slightly slender like a dragon's head, its heart is still beating, but its soul has disappeared.

In this way, Qinglu stood, his eyes dissipated, and he was still staring at the stone tablet above the spiritual vein.

A gray air flow fell from the stele, falling on the yellow spirit vein, suppressing the normal action of the spirit vein, and with every breath, countless spiritual ideas were incorporated into the body of the stone stele.

Boom~

In the silent underground world, the aura suddenly poured from the west like a tide, and the aura that came over exuded a colorful halo, which quickly merged with the yellow aura.

As time passed, more and more multicolored aura poured in, attaching to the body of the yellow spiritual vein.

The yellow earth dragon spirit veins instinctively trembled, and the earthy yellow light on his body was flourishing, setting off a wave towards the multicolored spirit pulse, and suddenly submerged all the colorful spiritual energy that came over.

It's a pity that the earthy yellow aura is powerless, and it was soon impacted by the colorful aura again, and in the entire underground rock wall world, the aura is flourishing, and the aura is like water.

Outside the mountain peak above the rock wall, Xia Tuo stood with his hands in his hands, looked into the depths of the crack, and after a slight expression, he stepped into the crack.

It only took a little effort, and it didn't take much effort, he had already entered the depths of the crack, saw an earthy yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall, and even saw the stone tablet on the top of the spirit dragon.

Although the stele has converged its qi and lost its brilliant charm, and the mocking wind dragon pattern depicted on the surface has also dimmed a lot, but at a glance, Xia Tuo can confirm that this is the mocking wind and rain stele that stirred up the wind and rain in the border wilderness hundreds of years ago.

At this moment, the surface of this monument is like a weathered stone, and you can still see fine cracks in the horizontal and vertical directions, and the breath is swallowing the earthy yellow aura, like an old man in the twilight, breathing.

At this moment, Xia Tuo actually had a feeling of familiarity at first sight for the Mocking Wind Monument, this feeling was very strange, and he couldn't say why.

Rise~

A dragon roared and exploded in the rock wall world, and the stone tablet flickered brightly, and on the surface of the stone tablet was a figure shaped like a giant beast with a dragon's head, as if it had come out of the halo of haze, looking at Xia Tuo like this.

The dragon's chant resounded, making Xia Tuo's Yuan Shen tremble slightly, and the Qi Luck Meritorious God flowers surrounding the Yuan Shen hummed.

"Luck merit!"

Suddenly, Xia Tuo understood where his strange feeling came from, it was the golden body of qi luck merit that he had cultivated, and it was the cautious qi of qi luck merit that made the divine monument in front of him feel him.

Thinking of this, Xia Tuo tried to move forward, stretched out his big hand, and touched the mocking wind that loomed in the mist.

Rise~

There was another dragon groan, and the illusory mocking wind beast wandered in the hazy light, although it was not too close, but it was not repulsive to his big hand.

Airplanes~

At the moment when the big hand and the phantom of the mocking wind beast touched, the aura of ancient vicissitudes surged out like a mushroom cloud in an instant, drowning Xia Tuo's figure entirely.

For a while, Xia Tuoyuan was in a trance, and he seemed to have fallen into an inexplicable situation, and this breath seemed to freeze the time.

At the same time, the earthy yellow spirit dragon crawling on the rock wall felt the suppression on his head disappear, and in an instant, the spirit surged, heading towards the distance.

Of course, followed by the colorful aura, biting the body of the Tuhuang Linglong, and the colorful spiritual power swept under the ground, like the ocean of the ocean.

Call~

The miracle caused by the Mocking Wind Monument only lasted for three breaths, but for Xia Tuo, it seemed to freeze countless years.

Nine Sons Monument, the Emperor of People.

With the keel, stabilize the leyline.

After hesitating for more than ten breaths, Xia Tuo raised his arm a little stiffly and rubbed his forehead, then shook his head vigorously, and then the corners of his mouth cracked, and he smiled bitterly.

Why are you so unlucky?

Or leave this monument here.

The problem is too big.

He was just a tribal chief.

How did he know how high the heavens were and how thick the earth was?

He was just a tribal chief.

For a while, even the surrounding aura burst out, and the leyline old dragon suppressed the fluctuations of the leylines of the Saint King Mountain Range.

The problem is too big.

The Jiao clan sacrificed this old thing and harmed him.

At this moment, Xia Tuo could only scold the Jiao clan like this.

You said that he was just a patriarch of the Hou tribe, and he relied on what kind of luck and golden body he cultivated.

With this kung fu, isn't it good to play with birds at home.

If that's the case, maybe there will be a successor to Great Xia.

Well, now it's too big a problem to know what to do.

The Xia clan lord was already stunned at the moment.

The Emperor Tianhou is on the top, and he is just a patriarch of the Hou tribe.

Stunned, he looked at the Mocking Wind Divine Monument suspended in front of him, if time went back a quarter of an hour, how good would he still be the Great Xia clan lord who was full of heart.

Mocking the Wind God Monument, one of the Nine Sons of the Human Emperor Divine Monument.

That's right, it's really a peerless artifact created by the Human Emperor.

If this news spreads to the outside world, it will definitely cause many kings to go crazy and fight.

It's a pity that the human emperor weapon can only be approached by those who have added luck and merit, and only when they cultivate to the level of the human emperor can they be completely and truly controlled.

Xia is not talented, and he happened to cultivate the golden body of luck, although it was only the first step, but it just happened to be recognized by the Mocking Wind Monument.

Then, because of the merit and luck of the golden body, he touched the breath imprinted by the mocking wind monument.

Now he was thinking about how inadvertently, as if he had never seen the mocking wind stele, he was just a Hou clan leader in the border wilderness, but he was not the Si man who would descend on the Si people.

Who doesn't know that most of the saviors ended up with dogs, he was so cowardly, it was okay to be an ancestor in the border wilderness, but he couldn't hold it when he was older, and he didn't have such a big ability.

Rise~

It seemed that Xia Tuo didn't move, the mocking wind monument trembled, and the sound of a dragon groaned again.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's expression changed, and his figure took two steps back.

"Brother Mocking Wind, Xia Mou is disturbed a lot today, so I will leave, your brother will wait for the colorful hero to step on his feet, and never see him again. ”

arched his hand at the mocking wind monument, and Xia Tuo decided to slip away.

Just now he got a very exciting news, the Nine Sons Monument was created by the Emperor of the People, the Nine Domains of the Jingping Great Wilderness, there is one of the Nine Sons Monument in the border wilderness, and the Nine Sons Monument is divided into nine regions of the Great Wilderness, and the earth is peaceful.

The Mocking Wind Monument suppressed the Shadow Shadow Domain leyline, and now the Mocking Wind Monument appeared in the border wilderness, and it was also controlled by the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land, which already explained a big problem.

Suppressing the displacement of the human emperor of the leylines, can this be a big problem, he is just a Hou clan chief, he doesn't want to die yet, and he doesn't want to be famous, to be precise, he doesn't like all the actions of looking for death.

The key is not the most important question, why should the earth be stable with human imperial weapons, even if it is an ordinary person, you can figure it out if you think about it slightly, if there is no problem, the human emperor will be idle, and he will work hard to build the human imperial weapon.

The sky is cracked, the earth collapses, the sky is missing, and the earth's veins are stabilized.

Knowing how much he died quickly, Xia Tuo felt that it was better to be honest.

Immediately leave the Shengwang Mountain Range without stopping, move the clan court to the border wasteland, plant the land, take care of the border wasteland, give birth to a few cubs, pass on the Great Xia, and live for thirty or fifty thousand years by the way, it will be like this for a lifetime, looking back on the past, there are not too many regrets, so much fulfillment.

Xia Tuo took a step back, and the mocking wind monument followed, landing in front of him, like a shadow, which made Xia Tuo a little dumbfounded, and he spoke again: "Brother, don't worry, senior, Xia understands, leave here, promise not to reveal half a word, otherwise you won't die." ”

It's a pity that the mocking wind monument relies on him like this, and every time he moves, the mocking wind monument follows suit.

"Brother Divine Beast, you must have recognized the wrong person, I am a timid and afraid of things, I can hide when I encounter something, I have always done things from my heart, and others call me Gou Tuo. ”

At this moment, Xia Tuo also gradually suppressed his thoughts from the panic just now, the problem was a bit big, even if he was about to transform into a quasi-immortal primordial god, he also felt panicked in his heart.

Thirty-six plans, running for the top plan, the wisdom left by the ancestors is right.