The Strongest Tribe

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Just two words, solemn!

It is not important to fly, besides, there are not a few people in Daxia City who can fly, so what is so proud of.

Sitting in the car, Xia Tuo narrowed his serious eyes slightly, making it difficult to see his expression and even more unable to guess what he was thinking.

The accident is not unexpected. At this moment, sitting in the car and driving the Daxia clan leader, he is actually a strong man who tends to become great.

Horrible!

The countless heads of people surrounding the main road surged with excitement in their eyes. Although in Daxia city, it was the first time to see Daxia clan lord so close. In the past, Daxia clan lord came out of the city. Can fly.

This time, live.

"Look, it's a witch."

"There are a lot of witch-cultivators, these are all witches."

After three thousand soldiers, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine high-ranking wizards, uniformly wearing gray witches embroidered with witch patterns, and all of them are holding spirit banners in their hands. They are not too old. Walked out of the city.

The sorcerers were followed by the sorcerers, wearing blue witch robes, holding the homing banner in their hands, and chanting the obscure homing guide. There were a total of 108 sorcerers.

After the sorcerers are the sorcerers, a total of thirty-six people, each wearing black witch robes, painted with complicated witch patterns.

Soon, many witch cultivators whispered the soul-calling spirits, and their voices gathered in one place, becoming louder and louder, and vaguely overwhelming the noise on the stone path.

At this moment, everyone involuntarily stopped the sound under the sound of soul-calling, and fell into a kind of solemnity.

A faint glow of light began to fall in the void, filled with purple flowers, and the solemn breath gradually filled.

The Yu clan was not in the crowd, but in the sky in mid-air, watching this Fa conference in Daxia City.

"I don't understand, this kind of sacrificial ceremony has never been recorded in the clan, even in the court of the Great Yin King."

Yu Tianqi frowned lightly and said in thought.

In fact, apart from offering sacrifices to totems in the wasteland, Humans worshipped their direct ancestors, and they have never said that they sacrificed to outsiders.

Although they could see Daxia's actions and understand Daxia's intentions in doing so, there is no precedent for the so-called precedent, which makes it impossible to predict which step will be taken next.

People in the wasteland all like to be simple and rude. This is the limitation of the times. Just like at the beginning, you couldn't eat enough to eat. If you can catch a wild beast, you can care about what is raw and cooked.

Later, the martial arts of the human race were gradually passed on. The human race had the ability to protect itself, hunted beasts, and had a stable environment for roasting, and later evolved into soup, cooking, etc., so the rules are step by step. The premise is that the living environment has reached the corresponding level and has the ability to make changes.

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Oh oh...

The dragon-like team came outside the altar in the southeast city, passed through the tall stone workshop to the square under the altar and stopped. Six thousand black armored soldiers lined up, occupying the four directions of the altar. The sorcerer faces south and faces the altar.

The two bright cars stopped in front of the altar, Xia Tuo got up, Jian Liao also stood up, and the two stood next to each other, screaming behind them.

Xia Tuo looked over the car on the left and said softly: "High priest, let's start."

Hearing the sound, Qiao'er nodded. The sacrificial gown worn by Qiao'er today is more cumbersome and graceful than Xia Tuo's. It is full of lustrous patterns. Not only that, her bright white face is covered with cyan dye. Runes, the bones on the head clink.

Qiaoer slowly got out of the car and walked towards the top of the altar, climbing up the steps, and reaching the top of the altar, facing the south.

"Daxia is in the northern frontier of the tribe, and there is a lonely soul in the territory. Today, a memorial monument is set up to offer blood food and offerings to show my loneliness in the land of Daxia."

Qiao'er's voice was soft, but it spread all over the altar. In the ears of every martial artist, the smart voice seemed to contain endless majesty.

"Sacrifice!"

With Qiao'er's soft sound, a spark appeared around the altar, and then the sound of whirring continued. In the dark tunnel buried around the altar, the flames flourished, and the gems, spiritual objects, and herbs piled up in the dark tunnel. , Was ignited at this moment.

In the flames, the spiritual creatures bloomed in colorful brilliance, shining in all directions, and the secret path was manifested in front of the people in all directions under the burning of the flame.

Seeing the pile of spiritual objects burned in the flames, the eyes of everyone in all directions turned red for a while, but unfortunately no one dared to grab it.

"Sacrifice again!"

In a moment, several figures came from outside the city like electricity. Each figure carried or dragged a giant beast. The giant beast roared and roared, exuding an aura of rage.

"It's a lord-level fierce beast!"

Tigers, wolves, pythons, elephants, cows, scorpions, etc., a total of nine animals, dragged directly to the altar by the nine towns, each is a lord-level fierce beast, all of them are in the wild and ancient land ahead of time. All those caught in the middle are alien species with ancient blood.

For this sacrifice, Xia Tuo can be said to have laid his blood.

Puff~

Bloody colors soared one after another, exaggerating the sky, accompanied by the neighing of the fierce beast, blood poured like a fountain, and the strange beast fell in front of the altar.

After this scene, Xia Tuo got up and fell to the top of the altar, seeing this Qiaoer retreat.

Standing on the altar, behind Xia Tuo was a tall sacrificial stele. There was no word on the stele. His spiritual thoughts swept through nothingness. The spiritual things burned by the sky fire under the altar were dissipating in the heavens and the earth. The blood was dissipating, and no lonely soul came to enjoy it.

Under the altar, Qiao'er gestured, and the soul-calling of many wizards and wizards became louder and louder.

In this way, the strong blood qi and the ashes of spiritual things were scattered in this world, Xia Tuo began to mobilize the purple qi of the clan, blessing his own thoughts in it, and communicating with the ghosts and shadows floating around.

In fact, many lonely ghosts are not formed, have no thoughts, only instinctively seek good luck and avoid evil, and pursue **** pursuits.

The purple light flashed, and the seal was floating on the top of the head, and the purple gas began to spread like ripples in all directions around him, circle after circle.

...

Twenty miles away, in the hanging stone gate, the turbid eyes of the old ancestor Yu suddenly opened, blooming with magic, staring at Xia Tuo standing on the altar.

Yes.

That's right.

This is the breath!

Although there was a slight difference in the tribal luck of King Daqi back then, he felt a familiar feeling.

The divine light in his eyes searched in the void, and a pair of pupils were covered with a faint bluish light. In the eyes of the ancestor, the purple halo, like ripples of water, was quickly transmitted in all directions in a way beyond explanation.

In the purple halo, there is an idea that belongs to the Daxia clan master, and any lonely wild ghost living in this wasteland can come into contact with this idea.

...

On the altar, Xia Tuo was instructed by the Cullinan to stir up the purple cloud and purple energy to communicate with the lone soul wandering in the territory. Of course, this communication was unilateral.

At this moment, it can also be seen that he is making some kind of contract with these lonely wild ghosts. Most of the lonely wild ghosts died in vain, and the resentment before death left the soul power that should have been dissipated on the wasteland.

"I, Xia Tuo, is the Lord of Great Xia. From now on, in the name of the Lord of Great Xia, I will announce to the territory that all those who have died in the land of Great Xia can receive my Great Xia Sui Sui Sui Festival. Blood food for support."

Following his voice, a series of purple air was used as a pen to outline these words in the air, and then the seal was turned into streamer and printed on it, and then all the words spread out and melted in the sky.

For a while, everyone stared blankly at the vision derived from the sky, somewhat unbelievable, the dazzling purple light filled their eyes.

Woo...

Ten breaths later, on the calm sky, there were gusts of wind, and gusts of wind howling, coming from all over Daxia City, and dim shadows appeared in the wind.

These figures are very hideous, some or even a lot of broken bodies are entangled together, all figures are suspended in the air, and there is a tendency to gather more and more, and soon dense phantoms will cover the entire Great Summer City.

"The world is a lesson, the people of Daxia are born as Xia people and die as Xia ghosts, and they have some support in life and sacrifice in death."

boom!

In an instant, the hazy figures gathered in mid-air, like a tide, gushing towards the blood of the beast below, some of them are directly suspended in mid-air, absorbing the blue smoke that rises after the burning of the spirit~www.novelmtl.com~Nine Heads The huge alien beast turned into a shriveled skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky around the altar was squeezed and overlapped, all looking in the direction of Xia Tuo.

After enjoying the blood food, these hazy ghosts became a little clearer, and the hideous countenance eased a bit.

At this moment, on the originally empty stone tablet behind Xia Tuo, the two sentences he had previously announced appeared, as if they were carved by an invisible hand. For the bottom.

...

Standing on the altar, Xia Tuo's eyes circled all around, these hideous ghosts, at this moment, he felt a touch of closeness in his perception, and it seemed that it was not so terrible.

There were many soul shadows among them, after absorbing the blood food, their complexion eased, and they bowed to him in the air, and then the figure glowed and turned into stars, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

This is reincarnation and reincarnation, the rest should be said to be deeply obsessive, and it takes different time to offset the grievances.

Facts have proved that this method of public sacrifice is still very useful.

The wasteland is the land of flesh and blood. The existence of yin and yang is inherently contradictory, but the yin and yang are relatively blended. It is normal to have a ghost between the yin and the yang. It is also a good act to sacrifice the lone soul and allow it to reincarnate in peace. .

This can be considered a flattering to God.

For a moment, his eyes turned towards a floating stone fault in the distance, and he saw a pair of twinkling eyes looking at himself.

The gray-haired, old, unpretentious old man, who is this?

"old……"

Watching this scene, the ancestor Yu said in a deep voice, his eyes were shining, he witnessed a scene that he had never expected, Daxia, it was really interesting.

"Go, let's meet the Daxia Clan Master, the time has come."