Although the establishment of the Ling Palace was a whim, it was the time for Daxia today. It didn’t even have any foundation in a marquis. What is this?

The foundation can also enrich the family fortune. The so-called sufficient warehouse means sufficient strength.

Even if some large clans have declined for hundreds or thousands of years, once talented clan members are born, they will immediately become prosperous again, relying on sufficient foundation, perfect martial arts, and a one-stop cultivation channel formed by spiritual objects in heaven and earth.

A true strong clan relies on the continuous birth of talents and perfect martial arts and resources to supplement it. A tribe can be born with a huge opportunity, and may even be promoted to the Marquis or even the King tribe in one fell swoop.

But what is needed next is to make steady progress and strengthen the shortcomings in various places step by step. Of course, if the descendants can continuously give birth to little geniuses, their potential will be even more strong.

A tribe with insufficient foundation, even in the Weiling Realm, will be just a flash in the pan in the end.

As a newborn Daxia, it has benefited from the luck of the Bianhuang. In addition, because there have been no large tribes in the Bianhuang for many years, there are not many disputes in the luck of the domain. The entire northwest fortune has gathered on Daxia, so so many powerful people in the Pidi Realm will gather in just a short time.

It is also appropriate to hand over the Ling Palace to Brother Fat. After all, Brother Fat is the king of bargaining, and it is not a match for the Ling Palace treasure house.

...

Under the night, beasts and fires jumped on the inner city walls, and the entire Daxia city was still brightly lit. There were many warriors coming and going on the stone road. They were facing the middle section of Zhongzhou Street in the center, and their huge demon bodies were lying down, attracting figures coming and going to stop and watch.

Some of the people who stopped were very eye-catching. These people were wearing uniform black robes, with totem patterns embroidered in front of their chests. Some were white in hair and beards, while some were young people, and their strengths were different.

These are the tribesmen selected to visit the demon bodies in various cities in Daxia. Each of them has some reputation, either as farm officials, witch doctors, filial sons from neighbors, or as tribe members who save lives and help the wounded.

On the top of the city, Xia Tuo's eyes crossed the void and fell on these people. He looked at the bursting eyes in their eyes and nodded slightly.

This kind of action is very effective in cultivating a sense of glory among ethnic groups. Daxia is different from other marquis tribes. It embraces all rivers and annexes all tribes, and has hundreds of millions of ethnic groups. It is not enough to rely on the name of Daxia alone. It is necessary to give Daxia people a sense of glory for Daxia.

The glory of being a Daxia people is also a sense of belonging.

These selected people visited the corpses of the demon marquis and returned to their respective hometowns. They were a banner and set an example for their respective hometowns.

"Husband."

Under the moonlight, the sword lattice's figure is like a floating wing, and the long skirt is floating, falling from the sky.

At this moment, the sword rays were once again exposed, and the cold air was released. This was because of practicing the body refining method of the Ice Sword Bone.

After the sword lattice fell, he leaned against Xia Tuo, without saying much, and quietly watched the lights and crowds in the city.

"I got the opportunity to go out this time. The tempering of the war bones has passed the first level. It's a pity that the power of the hardening land has disappeared, otherwise your sword bones can be sharpened."

"There are certain opportunities and creations."

Jian Ling raised her head and gave Xia Tuo a blank look. It was already very good to get luck, and there was nothing else to be greedy.

"But it's good that there are enough opportunities in the Dragon Mansion. The Ice Spirit Bead is expected to be transformed in only a few decades, but it's a pity that the sword spirit was not found."

"The spiritual objects in heaven and earth are hard to find, so what else can you not satisfy if you can find one."

In contrast, Jian Ling is open-minded. She already has ice bloodlines in her body, and creating an ice world is considered to be in line with her own way. As for spiritual objects that fit the sword way, it is possible to find them if they can be found, and it doesn’t matter if they can’t.

"Next, I am going to retreat and improve my strength to the perfection of the first part of the Land-Breaking Realm, or even the second step, you still need to protect my Dharma."

"good."

Under the night, two figures floated away, hugged each other and rested for a night. The next morning, Xia Tuo and his wife appeared on the top of Tianlu Mountain in the morning light.

Compared with other powerful people in the realm of the Earth, they fought their own battle bodies step by step, and then they came naturally. Different from one after another, they tempered the small world. Xia Tuo himself first broke the boundaries of the battle bodies, and then made his battle bodies stronger, and then quickly tempered the small world.

This kind of practice also exists in the wasteland, but the number is not large, and the more you go, the more difficult it is to move forward.

Xia Tuo began to regain his state, and the same Fat Brother also began to retreat in Qianya Valley. This time, in the Dragon Mansion, both him, Xia Tuo and the Old Shenhou were baptized a lot.

Compared with his and Xia Tuo's physical promotion, the old Shenhou further transformed the decaying bloodline. Although there was no substantial improvement, his life span increased due to the recurrence of the vitality of flesh and blood.

In Qianya Valley, in a cave, Fat Brother sat cross-legged on the stone platform that was temporarily chopped out, with a small axe flat on his knees, and his whole body was filled with light.

Around the cave, strands of spiritual energy pulled out from the cracks and stone holes of various rocks and gathered on his body.

The method of practicing the battle body of Fat Master is called the round battle body. Don’t look at the chubby lump. How can the flesh grow white? It’s all condensed blood and energy.

As the saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Fat Brother naturally understands that he should strike while the iron is hot, increase his strength, and then go outside to catch treasures and enrich the spiritual palace.

For a moment, the top strong men under the command of the Daxia clan were all in seclusion. Qiaoer was in the ancestral land and ran to the Nether Blood Mountain of Zhurong Domain.

In the Netherworld Blood Mountain Cave, the cold air filled the air. The snail sat cross-legged in the center of the blood pool, surrounded by an illusory four-winged evil python, which was synchronized with his own breathing. Each breathing and breathing would cause the airflow in the cave to surge.

During the breath, the illusory four-winged evil python gradually began to solidify, and its whole body was covered with wrinkles, just like a bloated body was thinner and its body surface was piled up together. There was no scale on its body, and its limbs and flesh wings were pitch black.

The four-winged evil python let out a low roar, then opened its eyes, and its eyes were cold, and its aura was the same as the snail's body.

Buzz!

The next moment, the evil python's body was illusory, and it drilled towards the witch seal at the middle of its eyebrows. In an instant, a roar sounded like a sound of Tao, and the breath of the snail seemed to have stopped at this moment.

A brilliant black light burst out from the witch seal between his eyebrows, and his soul completely merged with his natal evil soul, tearing apart the world of the witch seal.

The witch practitioners and warriors practice in the realm of realm differently. The witch’s world is opened up from the witch seal. The world opened by warriors tends to be the flesh and blood world, while the witches tend to be a spiritual world.

Of course, the two will eventually lead to the same end. The warrior reaches the fifth step in the realm of the Earth, and the witch reaches the fifth level of the Witch Saint, and they both want to transform into the only real world.

At this moment, the witch seal between the snail eyebrows was filled with decay, and a drop of dark water as dark as ink flashed out black light, and then it seemed like a ball of black fog exploded, and the universe spread inside. The evil python's life soul roared to the sky, tearing the decay all over the sky, opening up a void space in the witch seal.

This is an essential difference from the space where the soul is located when the Witch Seal was first formed, and it can touch the edges. As long as the soul power spreads enough, it can spread infinitely.

Buzz!

After the evil python opened the Witch Dao world, its body flashed out black light, curled up, gradually shrunk, and finally turned into a rune-like mark, floating in the center of the Witch Dao world, illuminating the world like stars.

Immediately afterwards, several spiritual lights appeared in the world, a copper lamp, a dark golden insect, a half-destroyed wooden boat, and a cracked bone dagger.

The world of witch Taoism was successfully opened up, and the aura on the snail body was surging, and it was only after a long time that it gradually eased.

...

The ancestral land of Daxia, the eternal mountains.

In the original Nine-Level Stone Hall, Qiao'er was sitting on the stone platform, with her white jade hands holding her chin, and a ball of light flashed in the middle of her eyebrows. The witch seal was turning like stars. One of the white and fat silkworms was spitting out spiritual silk, and it was about to completely weave the inside of the witch seal.

"Darhuang, you said I want you to connect your destiny line to a female Dahuang, and you said it's fun."

On the stone table next to him, Zhu Yan, who looked like a white-haired monkey, opened his eyes, glanced at Qiao'er, and then closed it again.

boring!

Seeing Dahuang ignore her, Qiao'er sighed, her jade hands spread out and the sky lantern of fate appeared.

The lamp oil and lamp twist of the sky lantern are almost exhausted, and it’s okay to twist the lamp. If you have the fate of the heavenly silkworm, the spitted spiritual silk can be twisted into lamp twist, but lamp oil is difficult to deal with.

"Dahuang, I'll take you out for a walk."

This time, Zhu Yan didn't even raise his eyes, turned his back to Qiao'er.

Qiao'er frowned slightly, and the witch seal on the middle of her eyebrows was slowly rotating like a star, emitting a mysterious pressure. She was originally in seclusion, but for some reason she suddenly woke up, and suddenly felt a sense of quietness and movement.

For practitioners, every thought may not be born in vain. Qiaoer was also puzzled, why did she have such thoughts?

However, because her small world of witchcraft has not been completed, she has not left the clan.

As a spiritual creature in the world, the Destiny Silkworm has an abnormal spirituality. After being controlled by her, it independently swallows and spits out spiritual silk and builds a small world of witchcraft.

But after the thought of Jingji Mind came out, Qiao'er felt that she no longer had the mood to retreat. Once she fell silent, she would be disturbed by this thought.

It is true that she practices the great way of fate, but she cannot calculate it for herself.

"What the hell is it?"

"Is it the old white deer?"

Frowning his crystal-clear forehead, Qiao'er held her chin with both hands and pondered.

"Forget it, I'd better go and see if my uncle has come out of seclusion and ask him what to do."

...

On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo's body was roaring, like a huge wave rolling in the ocean. In each small world, there were waves of black yellow air rising and rolling, connecting thirty-six heavenly veins and connecting with seventy-two small worlds.

The innate Xilan turned into tens of thousands of mysterious and yellow auras, making every small world covered with a mottled barrier like soil, exuding a thick and wild feeling.

After all the transformations of small worlds are completed, the blood and energy in the body begin to transform towards the power of the world in the small world. The thickness and vitality of the innate Xirang begin to baptize the flesh and blood of the whole body from the inside out. Every erosion of the Xuanhuang air flow will make Xia Tuo's body feel numb.
Chapter completed!