The god-level tyrant of the prehistoric fantasy

When Zhao Hao returned to Moyi and stepped into the small world of Wuzhuang Temple again, he found that there were many more children on the streets of the city.

And in the central square, tens of thousands of teenagers practiced the exercises in front of the nine exercise steles.

These teenagers, the oldest are thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest are six or seven years old. No matter male or female, all of them have beautiful features, and they are all based on extraordinary.

Looking at these young men with outstanding talents, Zhao Hao realized that more than ten years had passed in the small world of Wuzhuang Temple during the one month he stayed in Zhongqian World.

Although more than ten years have passed in the small world of Wuzhuang Temple, the men and women who first came here have not aged at all, and still maintain the youthful appearance they had when they came here.

The Pao Lao operates day and night, and a steady stream of fairy air flows out. The entire small world of Wuzhuang Temple is full of fairy energy. In such an environment, even if you don't practice, mortals can live to be more than 100 years old.

Not to mention, the young men and women have obtained the exercises that suit them in this square, and after taking various elixir and immortal medicines, the speed of improving their cultivation bases should not be faster.

After practicing the longevity, he knew that these men and women of the human race would naturally remain young forever.

In the small world of Wuzhuangguan, there is no intrigue, no intrigue, sufficient food, and sufficient resources for practice, so that they don't need to worry about anything, here is a paradise.

Of course, with the improvement of these people's cultivation base, in the future, the demand for cultivation resources will also increase. When the population here exceeds one million, at that time, the resources consumed every day will be one Astronomical figures.

Not to mention the mortal kingdom, even those large sects may be unsustainable. However, Zhao Hao is an exception. He has experienced Lich Tribulation, Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, and he has searched for a huge amount of resources, especially the dragon treasure house. , just these treasures of heaven and earth are enough for tens of millions of monks to eliminate

It took tens of thousands of years.

Looking at these young lives, Zhao Hao felt relieved for a while. These will become the foundation of his fairy kingdom, and in the future, they will also become the pillars of his fairy kingdom. For the expansion of the fairy kingdom, he will go south and north to fight .

After staying in this small world of Wuzhuang Temple for a long time, Zhao Hao left.

The imperial city has changed a lot now. The original masonry city wall was replaced by a city wall made entirely of spirit stones, and all the buildings inside have also changed, especially the palace where Zhao Hao and his concubines live. Majestic, filled with fairy air.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married. In the past two days, Zhao Hao has not left the harem, sleeping with a large quilt, hugging a few beautiful wives and concubines to death Chenghuan, very comfortable.

On the third day, when Zhao Hao summoned the important ministers of the Shang Kingdom in the Great Hall of the Immortal Kingdom, he learned a very unexpected news.

In the northwest direction of the Shang Kingdom, a new tribal race appeared. This tribal race seemed to come from the northern prairie. It was very strong in riding and shooting, and there were many warriors in the tribe.

After hearing the news, Zhao Hao's spiritual consciousness was released, and he was thousands of miles away in an instant.

In the northwest of the Yellow River, beyond the Hetao, on the fertile grassland, there are endless cows and horses. Thousands of knights are galloping on this grassland. On the banks of the quiet long river, there are tents with no end in sight.

Zhao Hao's spiritual sense simply scanned around. The population of this prairie tribe is close to one million. Moreover, each of those warriors is extraordinarily tall and majestic, and there is a faint force in their bodies flow.

Grassland tribes with a population of one million are definitely a terrible existence for farming civilization in the cold weapon era, because such tribes often have more than 30 string-controlling soldiers, and these soldiers , after getting on the horse, it is the strongest

Great cavalry.

At such a time, such a huge grassland tribe suddenly appeared on the national border, which made Zhao Hao have to suspect that it was done on purpose.

In the consciousness, the cavalry unit of this unknown tribe has crossed the Yellow River and entered the territory belonging to the Shang Kingdom, which is the Hetao area of ​​later generations.

Throughout history, for the Kingdom of the Central Plains, the importance of the Hetao region was no less important than that of the Jiangnan region for the Kingdom of the Central Plains in later generations.

Produced in the Hetao area, it not only has the most fertile land, but also has the most fertile pasture. This is the place where the Central Plains Kingdom mass-raised war horses, and it is also an important grain-producing area.

If this place is lost, then the Central Plains Kingdom will lose the most important horse farm. In the future, if there is a war with the northern grassland nomads, it can only rely on infantry.

"This...should be the masterpiece of a certain sage." Zhao Hao sneered disdainfully as he muttered to himself.

If you want to bring down my Shang country with just a grassland tribe, you are a little too wishful thinking.

The greatest advantages of the grassland people are the horses under them and the bows and arrows in their hands, but what if their advantages are gone!

In the north of Moyi City, in the huge military camp, the military flag was waving.

In the huge martial arts arena, the banners were clearly defined, and hundreds of sergeants wearing standard armor surrounded the arena into a large circle. In the center, two shirtless and majestic sergeants were fighting.

"drink"

The loud voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena.

One of the sergeants stepped on the ground, and the whole ground of the martial arts field trembled a few times.

The sergeant on the opposite side clenched his fist and waved, the air buzzed, and in just a split second, the two of them were wrestling with each other, blowing dust and smoke everywhere.

Just above the martial arts arena, a pair of eyes watched coldly, watching this ordinary competition that could no longer be ordinary.

Competitions like this almost never happened hundreds of times in the Forbidden Army barracks.

These two sergeants are just two ordinary captains of a hundred people, but at this time, the strength they displayed is no weaker than the monk who refines Qi and transforms God.

The speed of time ten times faster than that of the outside world, as well as a steady stream of cultivation resources, caused every sergeant in this barracks to undergo earth-shaking changes in this short period of half a year.