Just one wizard knows so many witchcraft pills, which shows that the two of them are from extraordinary backgrounds.

It can't be done without a strong inheritance, and every witch medicine is constantly refined through hundreds of thousands of years, and even through the efforts of several generations of witches.

"I have gathered some witches and sorcerers in the Witch Palace, led by the high priest, and are ready to combine the collected witchcraft to compile the witchcraft books belonging to our Xia tribe. ”

The snail is very imposing and has a strong confidence to do this.

"Hmm. ”

Xia Tuo nodded, let's not say whether the work will be successful or not, but confidence is very important.

"It's a long process, and the witchcraft in the wild land is immense, so be prepared. ”

There was a twinkle of determination in the snail's eyes.

"I am the lord of the tribal witch hall, and from my beginning, I have made a vow, and the lord of the witch hall has passed it down through the generations. ”

"Good!"

"What about the other witches and wizards?"

"It's not as good as the wizards, those wizards come from small families, and the witchcraft they practice is shallow, and they are not as good as the tribe. ”

"It's okay, accumulate a lot, gather sand into a tower, let's take our time, at least the inheritance of the Witch Hall must be extended to the Witch Zun Realm, this is the goal of the first stage of your Witch Palace, first set up a big framework, and then slowly expand. ”

Xia Tuo continued to say: "You don't need to worry about the affairs of the witch and witch slaves, there will be a steady stream of witch slaves to be sent back to the tribe next. ”

"Also, tell those witches that they serve the tribe well, and after accumulating enough tribal contribution points, they can be released from slavery, and I will order the clan palace to create some slave jade plates. ”

"Yes. ”

"Patriarch, I'm afraid that wizard won't last long. ”

"I'll take a look. ”

In a stone hall in the Witch Palace, Xia Tuo saw Jing Mingshan, lying on the stone bed, his breath wandering, and his mental thoughts were extremely poor, but he was staring at him with a pair of eyes.

"You must have a lot to say to me, I'm interested in where you came from. ”

As a slave of the Xia tribe, he naturally can't disobey orders, but Jing Mingshan has an obsession in his heart, constantly affecting the slave mark.

"Jing Kang, I have placed him in the family of the tribesmen, and I have not branded him as a slave, and I will help him cover his traces, and he will live in peace in this life. ”

said so, but the reason why Xia Tuo didn't make the little guy a slave was because of his identity, a wizard died when he died, but a young man with a bloodline in his body couldn't figure out what was involved behind it.

"Zhu Rong Domain's Southern Xinjiang Huolin Marquis Department!"

Jing Mingshan spit out a sentence, which made Xia Tuo's eyes narrow slightly.

Houbu!

The god of the earth-opening realm!

Bobu respects the Divine Realm, the Divine Tibetan Realm is the mainstay, and the Hou Department takes the Divine Realm as the mainstay and the Divine Realm as the mainstay.

Don't look at the tribe is only one rank behind, but the gap is very large, this is not even a rank gap, a strong person in the Hou Department may be able to destroy a weak Bobu.

Good thing, I didn't mess with that little guy.

It seems that not only can you not abuse it in the future, but you also have to take care of it.

"The Fire Lin Department and the Great Demon Mirage Dragon Clan fought and were attacked by the Water and Fire Poor Demon Marquis, the clan leader was severely injured and disappeared, the Hou Clan's Wanli Clan domain collapsed, the totem fire unicorn collapsed, and more than half of the nine elders died in the battle, Jing Kang is the great-grandson of the nine elders. ”

"Then how did you fall into the hands of the slave forces. ”

Jing Mingshan shook his head, he didn't know this, he was just a little wizard in the Hou Department, and when he was escorted by the slave forces, he saw Jing Kang's little son.

"Are there many of your people who have been arrested?"

"Many, many, many, Huolin Hou tribe's own clan land is thousands of miles, the territory under his command is millions of miles, there are thirteen Bobu, there is no Huolin to guard the southern Xinjiang, these thirteen Bobu are probably more auspicious. ”

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said: "Your little son, I will let him live in the secret realm of the tribe and nourish his body with aura, as for whether he can restore the eroded body, it depends on his creation." ”

No wonder Jing Mingshan had a look of disdain in his eyes at the beginning, a mere wizard looked down on the powerhouses of the Divine Hidden Realm, from such a large part, I am afraid that one of the ordinary clansmen, looking at the people outside, is probably looking at the turtle.

This eldest grandson of the Minister of Huolin Hou is a strange commodity in his hands, and he must also suppress the clansmen of the Huolin Hou tribe in other slave bazaars.

What is this?

It is the inheritance of the Supreme Marquis!

Of course, inheritance is still a bit dangerous.

......

After leaving the Witch Palace, Xia Tuo directly ordered Jing Kang to be sent to the secret realm of the medicine garden, and within two days, Jing Mingshan died, exhausting all his spiritual power, plus Wu Wu gave him the mark of a slave, it was not easy to survive until now.

Jing Mingshan is a clansman of the Nine Elders of the Huolin Hou Clan, a powerful Hou clan that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and it is a behemoth with intertwined internal relationships, and each elder has a huge bloodline clan behind him.

For these people, seizing the will is just a slave talisman thing, obviously the slave forces need not this, and he can't determine what the slave forces are doing right now.

......

"You mean, let's infiltrate the slave bazaar in black and white impermanence and get all the people of the Huolin clan out?"

In Xia Yuanzhong, the fat brother's eyes widened, and he already knew about the matter of the Huolin Marquis.

"The slave forces have pressed the clansmen of the Huolin Marquis tribe here for thousands of miles, I'm afraid it's not such a simple thing. ”

The fat brother groaned and looked at Xia Tuo.

"How can it be so easy to get it without work, if you want to get it, you must take risks, the Xia tribe wants to develop, if you are afraid of wolves and tigers, we can simply nest in the mountains and gnaw potatoes, so no one can be offended." ”

"What if the slave owner finds out?"

"Then kill him. ”

With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Xia Tuo's expression was up and down.

If it was so easy to develop a tribe, why should he take such a risk if there was nothing missing.

"Let's first use the name of the ghost deacon to get out the deacon of several major slave bazaars in the Tuze Wasteland, and then give him a stealing beam to change the pillars, and then replace the people on death row in the bazaar. ”

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said out loud, using a safer way.

"The most concerned thing now is the battle between the Kuilei tribe and the Linghe Bobu, should we intervene. ”

Then, the fat brother's eyes flashed treacherous, and he said with a smile.

"Try it!"

Five days later, the Linghe Clan.

Xia Tuo appeared in Dongshan City, not far from the Linghe clan, it had been four or five years since he last came to Dongshan City, this city with no less than 200,000 people, now has a population of less than 100,000.

Not only that, the city was ruined, and there were ruins everywhere, and after staying in the city for a while, and after hearing some rumors, he went out of the city towards the land of the Linghe clan, wanting to see the luck of the Linghe Uncle.

At the same time, Qiao'er and Fat Brother had already appeared on the south bank of Tuze Lake, going to other city slave bazaars to buy slaves.

This time, the soldiers are divided into two ways, he is responsible for doing things in the Linghe clan domain, attracting many uncles, and the most important thing is the attention of the slave owner, so that Qiao'er and the fat brother can act conveniently, this kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, the slave owner took a look at it on a whim.

As for how to do things, it's very simple, the Heaven Sacrifice Heavy Weapon that Lu You's gave to the Kui Leibo Department was greasy, this news is enough, originally this matter was the fat brother's, but the fat brother didn't get the opportunity.

In the past few days since entering the Linghe Clan Domain, he has already figured out the ups and downs of the Linghe Clan's land, and now all the forces in the Northwest Domain are entangled in this land of mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles.

Now each part has become two major factions, the two major divisions of Snake and Luoshui support Ling He, and Fire Spirit, Giant Spirit, and Qingyang support Kui Lei.

Why?

The reason is very simple, the snake, the Luoshui Clan and the Linghe are next to each other, and the two clans have taken a fancy to this vast clan land, and finally waited until the Linghe River declined, and before they could harvest it, they were picked peaches, don't you say it's annoying?

The three major divisions of Fire Spirit, Giant Spirit, and Qingyang are far away from the Linghe River, and the places in the Linghe Clan Domain can't bite if they want to, but if the Snake and Luoshui Bobu gnaw, their strength will inevitably increase.

Originally, everyone was about the same strength, and they restrained each other, hello, hello, everyone, and suddenly two guys were going to get stronger, wouldn't this be out of the team?

In this way, it is better to divide the Linghe clan domain into two and give half of Kui Lei, or let Kui Lei swallow Linghe and replace the position of Linghe's uncle, so that everyone will be fine.

In a word, the three uncles of Qingyang and Huoling can't reach meat, they are jealous, and they are jealous beyond recognition.

So naturally, I don't want other uncles to eat, after all, whoever is full is not allowed to move.

When the time comes, who will turn into a snake and Luoshui to open the knife?

As a result, several uncles in the northwest, along with the Qingyang excluded from the northwest, ended the harmonious situation for hundreds of years, and started fighting one by one, fighting on the question of whether they can eat meat.

......

A hundred miles away, on the top of a thousand-zhang high mountain, Xia Tuo looked towards the Linghe Bobu, the fortune of the purple qi clan was as thin as mist, and it was on the verge of collapse, if it weren't for the bright purple light on the edge of the purple qi, the entire clan would have completely dispersed.

The situation in the entire Ling River has reached a crumbling state, and it may collapse in the next moment.

For this, he didn't bother to take care of it, and walked towards the Kuilei tribe land, and entered the Kuilei Mountains two days later.

This is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, surrounded by purple gas above the mountain range, under the light of the golden crow, it shines brightly, and a one-legged cow swallows purple gas in the purple gas, looming.

Because there is no sacrifice to the heavens, the totem cannot really manifest in the purple qi of the clan.

However, the purple qi shrouded the sky above the Qianli Mountain Range, especially the place in the center of the hundred miles, like an ocean of purple light, and every breath drew countless purple air currents from all directions.

The momentum is like a rainbow, across the sky.

From afar, Xia Tuo felt that in the depths of the mountain range, there were obscure qi machines, and there were no less than seven or eight of them, each of which was a powerhouse in the Divine Hidden Realm.

This kind of momentum, except that there is no real clan sacrifice to the sky, is no different from the real Bobu, one is like a rainbow, the other is thin Xishan, how can Linghe compare.

He speculated that if it weren't for the support of the two uncles of Luoshui and Huasnake, I am afraid that Ling He would have been unable to hold it for a long time.

Observing the fortunes of the Kui Lei tribe from afar, he didn't choose to break in directly, this matter needs to keep himself out of the matter, and the longer he can hide, the better.