The Strongest Tribe

The phoenix blood god spirit vine, Xia Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the memory rolled up in the spiritual world, this is what the old witch Jiqi of the Fengqihou tribe said personally.

Now it seems that this small phoenix nest contains magic in its square inch, which the old witch priest must have concealed.

That's right, that old man was really an old fox back then.

Fortunately, he still thought that this phoenix nest was a treasure to create a small world, but now it made him feel that it was far more than that.

The spirit submerged into the Phoenix Nest, only to see the auspicious qi and divine glow intertwined in the Phoenix Nest boundary. This Phoenix Nest has been in his hands for many years. Although the boundary is a space, the actual internal area is only a few thousand feet in size.

However, in his perception at this time, the Phoenix Blood Realm is expanding, and a muddy land appears in the realm. In the middle of the dark red soil, a piece of sycamore tree stumps, filled with vitality from the withering.

There is only one dead tree sycamore tree, but its foundation is so huge that it has completely turned into a forest, like a group of mountains. The surface of the stump is covered with wrinkles, and a pale gold color emerges from the cracks.

The withered phoenix tree is rejuvenating. The trunk of the phoenix tree spreads in all directions like an earth dragon. Wherever the dry roots go, the dark red soil self-proliferates, expanding the boundary continuously.

This scene, in Xia Tuo's eyes, has a very strange feeling. The expansion of the Phoenix Nest's boundary is so similar to the expansion of the small world where warriors practice.

In the blink of an eye, a bud grew on the mountain-like stump of the phoenix tree, and the seedling grew vigorously in the breath, reaching a height of one hundred feet and a thickness of two feet.

Immediately afterwards, tender green seedlings burst out of the ground on the roots of every perceived sycamore tree. In the short time of a stick of incense, it turned into a sycamore forest in Xia Tuo's eyes.

Almost every breath, the sycamore trees in the boundary are growing, driving the small world of Fengchao to expand.

Spiritual thoughts sank into the depths of the main root of the sycamore tree, and Xia Tuo sensed that there was an inspiration hidden under the root of the tree, which was vast and deep mixed with mottled.

With a flash of crimson light, the old witch priest wearing a phoenix-patterned robe emerged, and his illusory figure was as thin as blue smoke, as if a gust of wind could blow it into nothingness.

Afterwards, Xia Tuo Yuanshen emerged into the Fengchao realm, facing the old witch sacrifice.

senior.

Xia Tuo opened his mouth, even now, he is no longer what he used to be, but Da Xia has accepted the love of Fengzhi Houbu,

As for the curse oath back then, it was nothing in his eyes, and there was nothing to pretend for a soul that had survived.

I didn't expect you to really finish it. The old witch priest groaned softly, and said in a misty voice: This Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm is handed over to you, and the old man has gone.

For the demise, for the old witch festival, it was more like a relief.

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo bowed slightly to pay tribute. The phantom of the old witch priest ignited a faint red flame, and disappeared from his eyes from bottom to top.

From the looks of it now, the Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm is a real small world, with the sacred tree parasol as the foundation of the world.

In terms of the usefulness of the small world, different tribes have different functions, such as the medicine world and the trial world. Most of the barren lands control such a small world in their hands.

Maybe the area he controls on the barren land is only tens of thousands of miles around, but he actually controls several small worlds secretly, making a fortune silently.

This small world of Phoenix Blood was a surprise. Ever since he moved to Phoenix City, he had been thinking about finding a suitable place for the witch house. Isn't this small world just right.

Although it seems that the small world is still evolving, the hundreds of miles around it is enough for the time being. Under the main root of the phoenix tree, there is still deep energy, which is enough to supply the savings and expansion of the small world.

The small world of Phoenix, the city of Phoenix, is really incomparable in the dark. As the saying goes, a phoenix does not fall into a land without treasures. Such a boundary, as a place where a witch courtyard is established, is incomparably suitable.

Gathering his mind, Xia Tuo returned to the spiritual world and put away the small world of Fengchao.

Chirp!

A high-pitched cry sounded in his ears, and there was a cracking sound in the spiritual world, as if a shackle was opened, and he raised his head slightly, and a thin black smoke phoenix flew from his body and dissipated in the world.

Back~!

Dazed for a moment, Xia Tuo came to his senses, and his figure disappeared into the barren hills in the blink of an eye.

...

summer garden.

Elder Sikong, when the ground vein of Phoenix City was built, there are relics of different veins in the depths of Phoenix Mountain. I will leave it to you to arrange the Phoenix Blood God Vine Realm.

After returning from the wild ancient land, Xia Tuo summoned Sikong Huai and Hunkong to come, and planned to make a place for the witch courtyard as soon as possible.

yes.

Elder Hunkong, prepare for the relocation of the Witch Academy as soon as possible. After the Shenvine Realm is settled, it will belong to the future research area of ​​the Witch Academy and will be completely handed over to the Witch Academy.

This subordinate will do it.

After waving his hands to make the two elders retreat, Xia Tuo himself returned to the dormitory.

After returning from the wild and ancient land, seeing the expansion of the small world of Shenmu Wutong gave him a feeling, but this feeling is a bit vague and has not yet fully formed, so Xia Tuo is going to retreat for a while to see if he can respond to it. Taking the next step forward on your own helps.

With the baby, the territory is considered stable, and he also has time to settle his next martial arts path. In fact, during this period of time, Qiaoer and Fat Brother have already retreated one after another.

The old Shenhou was mobilizing his luck, and he was tempering the laws of the Longbo Cave Heaven. This was a water-milled effort, and he was the only one left busy, so the speed was naturally much slower.

In the southern part of the border with the Wuwuhou tribe, he had also instructed Uncle Yu not to investigate further, and to temporarily let him toss about the arid isolated land that Hanyan had rectified. As long as the Wuwuhou tribe didn't go north, Daxia wouldn't go south either.

The ethnic groups who migrated from the Sanyang Realm are temporarily resettled in the area west of Phoenix City. As for the east of Phoenix City, since the monster race once again occupied the frontier and eastern region, ordinary ethnic groups will not be resettled in the east of Phoenix City for the time being, so as to avoid conflicts in the future. , causing unnecessary casualties.

Taking Phoenix City as a pass, even if the Yaozu wants to go west, they must first get through Phoenix City. There are old turtles in the city, unless the Yaozu sends a king to come.

Under such circumstances, Great Xia seems to be surrounded by crises, but in fact, the stability is still guaranteed under the mutual strife of all parties, so Xia Tuo can have peace of mind in a short period of time to retreat.

Xia Tuo retreated, the family was operating normally, and the people from the Sanyang Realm kept migrating here. These people lived underground for too long, and when they came back to the barren land, some people didn't adapt very well and lost some people.

However, these losses are within an acceptable range, and there are witch doctors in Daxia who are trying their best to treat them, and the casualties have been reduced to a minimum.

The witch doctor asks for medicine, and the farmers in the Temple of Si Nong teach the way of farming, while the staff of the Hall of Raising Beasts are learning the skills of raising people from the Sanyang Realm.

After tens of thousands of years of abuse by the mountain dog army, the frontier barren region has already lost many people. The land watered with blood for thousands of years has withered so much that the vegetation has withered, and the land is extremely fertile.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, and the land is fertile. The people who migrated from the Sanyang Realm practiced the military system. All people, old and weak, women and children, were organized according to the civil war system, and then they reclaimed the land together, similar to Xia Tuo's previous construction corps. militarized management.

This kind of system is to control the ethnic groups who have moved out, and the second is to concentrate on cultivating a large number of spiritual lands. Having food and drink is to ensure the ability to reproduce.

As for cultivation, these are all secondary. What is lacking in such a vast place in Great Xia is people. Only when people fill the land can they truly control the land.

After discussion by Xia Ge, a farming division has a population of 100,000, which constitutes a complete system, and the clan rations 100 farmers who teach farming.

Although farming warriors are also equipped with Qianlong Temple, etc., their main tasks are farming and giving birth.

The clansmen of the Sanyang Realm, because of the closedness of the world, the sacrificial totem has gone astray. Everyone's cultivation is similar to the blood sacrificial totem outside, and the cultivators have a trace of 'dirt' on their bodies.

It is very difficult to eradicate this kind of martial artist who has already embarked on the road of cultivation, and it will consume a lot of resources. Instead of doing this, it is better to start from the next generation.

This generation has been like this for the rest of their lives, so let's work hard, farm and have children, and when they have offspring, they can resume the orthodox way of visualizing totems.

Ordinary people can live for a hundred years, which is not a short time, but for the Daxia family, it is just a process, and Daxia has this time to settle the people.

Farming divisions are managed in the same way as soldiers. When there is danger, they are soldiers. When there is nothing to do, they farm and have children.

The director of the Garrison Division is composed of personnel sent from the Ministry of War and the Palace of Sinong.

...

Time passed, and five years passed in the blink of an eye. Xia Tuo was practicing in Tianlu Mountain, Wuwu was still sleeping, and nothing major happened in the territory of Daxia.

Ordinary people have seldom passed on the story of the ruins of the Kingdom of God six years ago. The most important thing for the Great Xia family now is the resettlement of the migrating people.

To the west of Phoenix City, the establishment of a series of garrison soldiers, like chess pieces on a chessboard, dotted all over the place.

In the past five years, a total of nearly 50 million ethnic groups have migrated from the Sanyang Realm, and nearly 500 agricultural and combat divisions have been established west of Phoenix City. The effect is very good, farming and fighting are integrated.

Of course, that is to say, there are very few battles, and most of the time is spent cultivating spiritual fields.

Under this system, unless it is a baby in swaddle, a naughty boy of a few years old, even a pregnant woman or an old man with a walking stick, as long as it is not close to the delivery date and can walk, they all need to go to the fields Weeding is busy.

Up to now, the harvested Lingmi can already supply the people who have just migrated. After all, it is very difficult for the people who migrated to be self-sufficient within two years.

Under the system of farming and warfare, everyone eats rice in a big pot, and the spiritual rice that comes out of it, apart from satisfying themselves for food, the rest belongs to the clan, and the clan is assigning to other newly established farming warriors.

Although many things cannot be implemented with the farming war system, the system is that the dead are alive. In order to give people hope, every farming war teacher system has a quota for recommending talented practitioners every year.

If any cultivator discovers a young genius, the warrior will be rewarded by the family, and this kind of recommended talent is also counted as one of the achievements of the garrison lieutenant as a proof of promotion.

Those who deliberately drown talents will be severely punished once they are discovered. This kind of heavy punishment is not only deprivation of positions, but also direct killing.

In order to give encouragement and supervision, the Kaogong Division and the Governor's Office dispatched manpower to visit the cultivating warriors.

Those who have meritorious service will be rewarded, and those who abolish the public for private reasons will be punished.

...

One hundred thousand miles west of Phoenix City, Xinhe Mountain undulates like a giant beast lying on the wasteland.

Xinhe Mountain is the name given by the guards of the Xinhe Warriors outside the mountain. As for the original name of this place, no one knows. On the land where the monster race has been tormenting for thousands of years, the civilization of the human race has long been faulted.

However, it doesn't matter, civilization is created by humans. Even though thousands of years have been lost, there is now the vitality of the human race here, and a new civilization is born again.

The Xinhe Zhanshi guards were established four years ago, surrounded by stone houses in the north of Xinhe Mountain. These houses are square, with sharp edges and corners, and look very cold. , and the rest of the fighters are distributed within a range of 30 miles.

The establishment of the Warlord's guardhouse was not chosen randomly. Each guardhouse was selected in a relatively flat place. As for the deep mountains and old forests, the wasteland cannot be reclaimed now, so there is no time to clean up the barren mountains and old forests.

In the north of Xinhe Mountain, there is Xinhe Lake and Xinhe River, which flows into Xinhe Lake from north to south, and a large area of ​​wasteland is alluvial beside it.

Compared with four years ago, the wasteland full of weeds has been completely replaced by neat spiritual fields, and the wind blows the millet waves, like a pale golden ocean.

Looking from a distance, the small roads in Lingtian are criss-crossed and connected to the central avenue. On the road, there are big and small dolls carrying a slender tree trunk with some long Rong grass tied to it. The birds in the spiritual field were scared away.

In addition to the road, there is a five-foot-high stone pagoda built every not far in the spiritual field. There are people guarding it, with a hard bow on their backs, constantly observing the sky to prevent powerful birds from appearing.

On the stone road, Xia Tuo walked forward step by step. He didn't use any blood, and his feet stepped on the soil. The black soil stained his shoes all over, and they were a little greasy in the sun.

The fertile land gave him a strange feeling.

After five years of retreat, he still couldn't pierce the window paper of that thought, so he chose to come out for a walk. Of course, he was the one who suggested the cultivation and warfare system that Daxia implemented in the Central Region for the past five years. Now it seems that this effect is not ordinary. it is good.

Large tracts of spiritual fields have been reclaimed. Although freedom has been restricted, on the fertile land, two crops of spiritual rice are harvested each year, so that the people of Sanyang Realm will no longer suffer from hunger.

Although the spiritual rice harvested is not his own, he can eat it with his belly open. The spiritual rice that has absorbed the essence of the soil, although the spiritual power is weak, it also has a little nourishment for the human body.

He left Phoenix City and traveled west all the way, stepping on the earth, step by step, feeling the desolation and richness of the earth.

After sorting out the land, apart from the spiritual field, the edge of the land is no longer the wanton weeds in the wilderness, but more wild flowers, swaying by the roadside, exuding fragrance, and some little dolls picked them, don't come here In his bun, he smiled happily.

Here, the wild flowers are much more delicate, and they are no longer rough and wanton.

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