Another stream of red jade blood spilled into the bowl, causing a ripple.

But the white wolf didn't struggle like an elk, but stared blankly at Azul's bare back with big cloudy eyes, motionless.

"You are the son of the Snow Plains of the Coiled Tartar Heavenly God, please use your blood to bestow our immortal heaven with the courage and ferocity!"

When the Great Witch received the blood, the two teams of wrestlers struggled to place the elk and white wolf on the stone table in front of Azule, but the wound no longer oozed out of the blood.

"Destiny has come!"

The Great Witch Sa was holding the jade bowl, his voice was excited, and the tail was even trembling, but his figure was standing still in the north wind.

The hand that was originally holding his head slowly fell, and his whole face was faintly flushed, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the altar.

The hundred witches on the side of the altar painted themselves with strange makeup with bright paint, shook the ancient wheel in their hands, and began to chant ancient words in a deep voice.

The people of Shuofeng by the altar were already in a frenzy, the men beating their chests and shouting the pantar, and the women and children singing the old barbarian ballad of the pantar.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! ”

The 300,000 black-armored iron horsemen struck the iron armor neatly with the scimitar in their hands, and closed the beat with a different tone but full of charm in front of them.

The three voices, each fighting for themselves, complemented each other and resounded in the empty Shuofeng Plain.

The heavens and the earth seem to be filled with the desolate breath from ancient times, as if the smell of blood and earth have been brought out from the wind in the north of Shuo, sacred, dignified, vast, and cannot be looked at directly.

The Great Witch first dipped his finger in a little blood from the jade bowl and put it between Azul's eyebrows, then took the silver needle and a bowl of inky strange juice from Witch, and began to slowly stab Azul on his back with the sticky blood.

Everyone's eyes looked fixedly at the naked back, and a lifelike huge white wolf appeared on it, and a few thorns had already outlined the figure and demeanor of the giant wolf on the banner of the Shuofeng King.

Azule didn't dare to look back, but felt a little cool after the stinging pain in his back, and as the big witch's hand became faster and faster, Azule only felt that his whole back was hot.

After the half-pillar of incense, as the last needle of the great witch stabbed the last needle, the bowl of blood was just exhausted, and the last stab was the eyes of the white wolf, with a great light in his eyes, as if he was about to look up to the sky and roar in the next second.

"Done! Congratulations to the son! ”

"Congratulations to the world!"

At this time, the Lord of the Wind was already standing up, his eyes shining on Azule's back and not moving.

After the Great Witch shouted these words with joy, the voice standing on the throne walked slowly step by step, although the pace was slow, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

When the arrogant figure just got up, it had already caught the attention of the people, and it was majestic and upright, like a big sun hanging in the sky, which could not be looked at directly.

With every step he took, his people would crouch down, burying their heads in the grass, their bodies trembling, as if it was a great honor to let this person walk in front of his eyes.

Their expressions are fiery and sincere, and their sanctity is unquestionable, and looking at their maharaja is like the true body of a tartary, this is their faith.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! ”

The mighty roar resounded through the sky again, this time to meet the pace of one man.

The Lord of the Wind walked to the kneeling side of Azule, turned and looked down at his people and his 300,000 iron horsemen, as if they were mountains in the middle of a snowfield, extremely thick.

"I, Chu Ge Akanti Shuofeng, am the patriarch of the Chu clan's Shuofeng family, the lord of your Shuofeng Clan, and the king of Hanzhou!"

The words were like a cold north wind, but I saw everyone in the audience chanting solemnly.

"King! King! King! ”

Listening to the roars from the audience and in the distance, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he suddenly untied the black and red dragon robe he was wearing and draped it on the shirtless Azule.

"He, Chu Chennian Asule Shuofeng, the most noble youngest son of my Chu clan's Shuofeng family, the son of the Shuofeng Department, he will be the new Shuofeng Lord in the future, the new King of Hanzhou, and even the king of the entire world!

He will lead you across the Skyrim Strait, across the Boundless Sea, to the Eastern Continent to reclaim the glory of our Golden Family!

Our iron horsemen will gallop on another land, our old men will no longer suffer from the cold winter, we will have countless cattle and sheep, and the glory of our ancestors will be held in his hands! ”

The people of the Shuofeng tribe held their heads high and fell into a carnival, roaring mixed with the sound of the Iron Blooded Army.

"The king of the world! King of the world! King of the world! ”

The young man in the black and red dragon robe will be the new king of the world, and the people of Shuofeng are convinced.

The Lord of the Wind lifted the elk on the altar aloft as it struggled and wailed.

Hot blood fell from his heart and dripped on the top of Azule's head, staining the black and red dragon robe even redder, and dyeing the hand of the Great Lady of the Wind who was pressing on top of Azule's head red.

"My son Asule, the benevolence of the Pantar Heavenly God has given birth to you in our Chu clan's Shuofeng family.

The pantar gives you eyes to see as far as an eagle;

The Tartar gives you legs to run as fast as a leopard;

The pantar gives you both hands, and allows you to lift up the whole sacred mountain;

Pantar blesses you and makes you fearless again.

There is no mountain that cannot be crossed, there is no wind and snow that cannot be walked out, and there is no enemy that cannot be broken.

Even if you go to the edge of the sky, there is the blessing of Pantar with you, and you will be the embodiment of Pantar walking in the world! ”

Lord Shuofeng withdrew his blood-soaked hand from the top of Azul's head, and said in a deep voice.

The sun hidden behind the clouds shone on the earth again, and the north wind no longer howled, and it seemed that only the kneeling man and the figure standing beside him were left in the world.

Azul stood up, the sun shone on his body, covered with a dazzling golden glow, he stood in the light, his eyes were like lightning, not angry and self-threatening, like a god walking on earth.

"Welcome! Shizi beats the drums! ”

Azul stepped forward, slowly picked up the bony drumstick, and tried his best to hammer after hammer, and the heavens and the earth clanged.

Today, there is a blood-clothed son, wearing a black and red dragon robe, and singing from all directions to congratulate the drum!