In the cold ice world, the battle between Hanping and the Blood Knife has entered a white heat, one side needs to be subdued, and the other side needs freedom, such a battle is incomparable.

Bing Lao frowned, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, at this moment, this omnipotent old man seemed to be helpless, there were probably very few people in this world who could defeat the things left by the blood demon, and Bing Lao didn't seem to be among them!

This is enough to prove how terrifying the Blood Demon Sword Venerable was thousands of years ago!

Outside, all the tribesmen had gathered under the ice tree, they waited quietly, there was no noise, there was no sound, they were waiting, waiting for someone to arrive.

In the sky, the dark clouds were thicker, lightning and thunder were hovering, and the entire Sunset Mountain Range shook again.

Various forces and tribes have sent spies, they want to know everything, is it that peerless Tianjiao Hanping out of the customs? At this moment, the cold ice tribe, every move has attracted much attention, and this influence has surpassed the Sunset tribe......

Ice tribe, in the silent night, a skinny old man wearing phoenix feathers, ear tusks, wearing a dragon robe, holding a dragon staff, stepping on dragon boots under the support of a young girl slowly walked, every step is so difficult, it seems that the next moment the old man will fall down Looking at the old man's dress, everyone's hearts are heavy, this is the patriarch's clothes, it is the clothing of the patriarch Zen position of the past dynasties, at this moment, everyone seems to know something!

As everyone knows, I am afraid that even the patriarchs of those super tribes may not dare to wear such clothes......

The tribesmen didn't make a sound, let alone go up to help, that was the dignity of the old man, but also the dignity of a tribal patriarch!

The old man finally reached the altar, he gasped, and his heavy eyes slowly swept over his people.

Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of the old man.

"Hey!"

He sighed, after many wars, the tribe suffered heavy losses, and the biggest loss was people.

More than 400 people are now only more than 300 people left, but looking at the strong faces of the clansmen, he feels that all this is worth it, and he will only be lonely if he stops moving.

Perhaps, the patriarchs of the past generations were wrong!

Sometimes, a peaceful concession is better than a vigorous rise, so let yourself be the initiator!

Even if you fail, you will be responsible for it alone!

"Ahem, catch, are things ready?" the patriarch asked with a cough.

"Patriarch Hui, everything is ready!" said Ka Zhu with his hands clenched into fists and respectfully.

"Okay, then begin," the patriarch ordered.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

Suddenly, the silent night was illuminated by torches, and all the strong tribal warriors were wearing animal skin tribal clothes, their faces were covered with camouflage, and their expressions were solemn.

Looking at such a scene, the clansmen were more sure of what they thought in their hearts: Patriarch Zen Rang!

The children looked around curiously.

Then a large herd of wild beasts was driven away, wolves, cheetahs, tigers, all carnivores, and no herbivores, which frightened the people.

In their impression, every tribal sacrifice is vegetarian, and occasionally there are grass-eating deer, cows, horses, sheep and the like, why this time?

The beasts were gathered around the altar by the crowd, and they trembled, and their hearts were terrified, what were these humans going to do?

The patriarch nodded with satisfaction and began to cast the spell, his mouth was chattering, his hands were gesturing, he was talking about something, his expression was sometimes stiff, sometimes relaxed, sometimes nervous......

Everyone watched everything quietly, and their hearts were already ethereal, and at this moment they were simple tribesmen.

No killing, no war!

But will the war really end?

In the cold ice world, Bing Lao suddenly felt something, he looked at everything outside in surprise, sighed in his heart, and then looked at the patriarch with firm eyes.

This patriarch is a hero, although he is a peaceful patriarch, he really wants to save him, but reversing the direction of a tribe's development, I'm afraid even God can't save him.

"Hey!"

Bing Lao sighed and continued to think about how to help Han Ping, at this time Han Ping was sweating profusely and his face was pale, this girl's blood knife was really not a fuel-efficient lamp......

The Cold Ice Tree also seemed to feel something, he didn't stop it, but looked at the sky, a blood-red meteor streaked by, and then a blood-red star rose.

Blood represents war, killing, and bloodshed, and it seems that the thousand-year-old peace of the Ice Tribe is coming to an end......

The patriarch is going against the sky, changing peace to killing, and this choice is worthy of the name of the patriarch.

"Even if it was a thousand years ago, you could have left a legacy for the Ice Tribe," the Ice Tree said to himself, a recognition of the patriarch.

The clansmen under the Ice Tree were not calm, they saw that the Ice Tree actually moved, and it made a sound, this and this, everyone didn't know why.

"Thank you Ice Tree God" Seeing the movement of the Ice Tree, the patriarch finally smiled, and at this moment, he was even more determined in his thoughts.

"Come, slaughter," he shouted.

The tribal warriors who had already prepared for "obey" immediately brandished their butcher knives and slaughtered the beasts, and at this moment, the beasts of the Ice Tribe wailed, and the blood was magnificent.

The blood-colored red star in the sky is even more blood-red, and it is more enchanting out of thin air!

The patriarch calmly watched the clansmen slaughtering the beasts, there was no sorrow or joy in his heart, he wanted to use blood to start the pace of killing!

"Today, our clan started the sacrifice with the blood of fierce beasts, and there is something to tell you," the patriarch said sonorously.

"Listen to the patriarch" everyone came back with their fists clenched.

"I'm too old to do it, hahaha, it's really unforgiving!" said the patriarch mockingly.

There was no answer below.

"What about the Ice Tribe, it's time for a new patriarch, it's time for my old bones to rest," he continued.

"Patriarch, patriarch" roared below.

"I have made up my mind, and I have decided to accept the appointment of the next patriarch," the patriarch continued, ignoring the crowd.

"Originally, I had to choose between Shishu and Bow Rin, and both of them could take on this big responsibility, but I think there is one person who is more suitable. Ahem," the patriarch said in one breath.

The clansmen immediately knew who the patriarch was talking about, but was he still alive?

"Ahh

As he spoke, he didn't forget to clean up the blood knife.

As everyone knows, there are more people who miss him!

While people were in a lot of thoughts, the patriarch continued: "I now announce in the name of the patriarch that I will be the next patriarch of the Ice Tribe." After speaking, he directly took off the dragon-shaped wrench in his hand, which was the standard for the patriarch, and he had been wearing it for more than ten years. Untie the token around your waist, also in the shape of a dragon, and place it together on the altar.

"Hanping, serve as the ninety-ninth patriarch of my Cold Ice Tribe" The voice of the patriarch came again, and this time, all the people in the tribe, whether they were warriors, women and children, knelt and bowed.

The patriarch knelt down with difficulty, and there were words in his mouth, and two words appeared on the abrupt dragon-shaped token, and he took a closer look at the name: - Hanping!