There was silence in the cave for a while, and Shanjia slowly spoke:

"Big brother's statement, of course, makes sense, the reason why the Wuwei Kingdom was destroyed was because it didn't have its own cultivation sect, and if we defeated soldiers wanted to survive in the wasteland, we had to establish our own cultivation sect! In order to achieve this goal, we naturally had to go to the Central Plains Cultivation Realm to learn from the scriptures! But-"

After a pause, he continued:

"Our group of people are all desperate lost dogs, regardless of men, women and children are terrified all day long, although they occupy such a fertile land, they don't know if they will fall into the hands of others tomorrow, and there is no hope at all!"

"And the eldest brother has cultivated to the innate peak realm, and he is the strongest person in the wasteland, and everyone regards you as the last hope! The reason why the eldest brother wants to be the patriarch is just to get a promise from the eldest brother, promising that you will protect everyone!"

Shanjia took a deep breath and said:

"So, even if the eldest brother is only the patriarch for one day, and the next day he will give up the position of patriarch to someone else, it doesn't matter, just let everyone know that you will always be the protector of this tribe, and you will always fight for this tribe, that's fine!

Everyone looked at each other and nodded again and again:

"That's what we mean!"

"Win Young Patriarch is going to the Central Plains Cultivation Realm, that's a good thing, how dare we stop it, as long as Win Young Patriarch doesn't leave us alone!"

"To become a cultivator, it also costs a lot of money, and tens of thousands of us can work together to support the cultivation of the young patriarch!"

Wu Ye understood.

The meaning of this "patriarch" is actually the same as the "old ancestor" that Shanjia once said, which is nothing more than tying everyone to a chariot.

The new tribe provides a variety of resources for him to cultivate, and he provides protection for the new tribe, a fairly fair trade.

Wu Ye was a little undecided, so he simply asked Ma Boguang's opinion, but he didn't expect Lao Ma to let him agree without hesitation this time.

The reason is very simple, the Kyushu Dingding Talisman is about to become completely invalid.

It's just getting started. Such a huge spiritual mine can be found in the wasteland, which proves that there must be a very large "hole" in the sky above the wasteland.

Over time, the aura here will definitely become more and more intense, and more spiritual mines will appear, becoming a new holy land for cultivation!

Such a good place, of course, should be firmly held in your hands.

Don't look at the current only low-quality water spars here, thirty or fifty years later. Some of them are natural treasures!

For cultivators, thirty or fifty years is just a blink of an eye, and after thirty or fifty years, Wu Ye will be able to have a strong backup and a blessed land that belongs to him, so why not?

Ma Boguang Road:

"Xiao Wu, I know you don't want to be this 'one-day patriarch' because you're afraid of getting into trouble, but have you ever thought about it. Even if you don't show your face, you took the surname of the Win clan, and the pig demon is your scourge. The key to opening the ancient tomb of Xia Wei is on you again! No matter how much you hide and hide, these troubles will always find your head! Instead of hiding your head and tail and dodging, it is better to be upright and give it a go!"

These words made Wu Yemao suddenly open up.

"yes, how could I be so stupid? A man like me is like a firefly in the night. It's so bright, so outstanding, how can it be hidden all the time? No matter how low-key I am, I'm always standing out from the crowd and a rare existence. As long as I wander on the street, all kinds of ghosts, snakes, and gods will definitely notice my demeanor! Rather than being alone at that time, it is better for tens of thousands of fierce men to fight side by side with me...,

Thinking of this, Wu Ye Huo Ran got up and took a deep breath: "Okay." Since everyone thinks so highly of me, I will be this 'one-day patriarch' and fight to the end for this new clan!"

Three days later, on the plain in front of the Red Walled City, a new tribe was about to be born.

A total of six thousand men, plus more than three thousand women, gathered together ten thousand people, and stood quietly on the fertile ground.

At the front of the crowd was a high platform made of red clay with hundreds of sticks stuck in it.

On the sticks there are either banners waving in the wind, or a few skulls, or a bone knife, or a ring made of a few branches.

These are the symbols of each tribe, and each stick symbolizes a small tribe that is about to come to an end today.

Because all the men had to participate in the Blood Pact ceremony, no one beat the drums, and the Blood Pact ceremony began in a solemn silence.

Wu Ye drew the Mist Phantom Knife and slashed his wrist lightly, then raised his wrist flat, causing blood to spill to the ground.

More than 6,000 men and more than 3,000 girls also drew daggers and bone knives together, and cut their wrists without changing their faces, dripping blood.

Together, their blood will nourish the land, growing hope and life on it.

One day, when they die, their bodies and souls will be buried in the land.

They swore that no matter whether they lived or died, they would always protect this land and the tribes on this land, and no matter who dared to invade this land, they and their descendants would fight to the end!

Blood flowed silently for half a pillar of incense for a long time.

Even the gray-haired, trembling old men, and the babies waiting to be fed in swaddling clothes, all sprinkled sacred blood on this land.

Beneath the earth, their blood has been fused together.

The Blood Pact Ritual has just begun, and the next part is the most important part.

A raging fire lit up in front of the crowd, and everyone watched silently as the dancing flames flickered.

The Shanjia was the first to come out of the ranks, with his head held high, strode up to the red clay platform, and stood under a battle flag, gazing deeply at the battle flag.

On the fluttering battle flag, four big characters were written: "West Qin Yingshi".

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes wandering, as if he remembered the brilliance of seizing the family name with his brothers.

Then he pulled out the flag and threw it into the fire.

The tongue of fire jumped more than two zhang high, and immediately licked the four big characters of "West Qin Yingshi" into it, and after swallowing for a while, the battle flag turned into ashes.

From this moment on, there will be no Xiqin Ying clan.

Yamajia walked down with a blank face.

A one-armed officer in full armor strode forward.

He was seriously injured, his face was pale, dozens of pounds of armor were pressed on his body, and he had to take a breath with every step, and when he walked in front of the second battle flag, his face was already covered with crystal water droplets, I don't know whether it was sweat or tears.

He is an Iron Eagle Guard, a soldier of Meng Ao, a member of the Expeditionary Force.

In front of him stood a battle flag, embroidered with a black eagle with wings ready to fly, which was the battle flag of the Iron Eagle Guard.

Taking a deep breath, the one-armed officer pulled out the Iron Eagle Guard battle flag, threw it into the fire, and then stepped down without looking back.

From this moment on, he no longer belonged to the Wuwei Kingdom, and he was no longer the Iron Eagle Guard.

He belongs only to the wasteland.

Immediately afterwards, one man after another strode forward, pulled out the symbols belonging to his tribe, and threw them into the fire.

When the man of the Kuafu clan walked on the red clay platform, there was a small commotion.

In the war against the pig demons, the Kuafu clan was beaten to the point that only three men remained, one of whom was a child dragging snot, but there were dozens of women left. ...,

Because of the physical structure, it is difficult for the women of the Kuafu clan to intermarry with other tribes, and in the near future, this tribe will be destroyed!

The man of the Kuafu clan pulled out a particularly thick tree pole with a circle of skulls hanging from the pole, threw the symbol into the fire, and was about to step down, but Wu Ye stopped him.

"Uh, I'll take you to talk to the Yelang clan later, the man of the Yelang clan...... It is probably possible to intermarry with a woman of the Kwafu clan. ”

The man of the Kuafu clan frowned, tilted his head and thought about it for a while, as if he had thought of something, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Thank you, Patriarch. The man said awkwardly.

"Thank you, from today onwards, everyone will be a family, and when the time comes, I will have good things to give you!" Wu Ye said with a smile.

It was just a small episode, and the ceremony continued.

Some tribes were killed by the pig demon and only a few children were left, so these ignorant children came to the stage together, and with the help of Wu Ye, sent the symbol of their tribe into the flames.

Two tribes were even completely wiped out, and when the search party found their village, they saw only mutilated bones all over the ground.

Their flags, totems, and symbols were also brought up and sent into flames by the hands of the Witch Wild.

Half an hour later, all the wooden poles on the clay platform were pulled out of the ground, and the flames burned brighter and brighter.

When everything is burned to ashes, the ashes will be evenly sprinkled on the land, fused with people's blood, and will protect the land in the dark.

Everyone stared intently at the empty clay platform.

The old man of Jiuquan held a flagpole wrapped in a battle flag, step by step, and walked steadily onto the red clay platform.

Wu Ye raised his hands flat, solemnly took the flagpole, took a deep breath, and with all his strength, inserted it into the red earth!

A black battle flag was unfurled in the wind.

There are no superfluous patterns and decorations on the battle flag, only two murderous big characters.

"Yun Qin!"

It's a name that everyone loves.

The Ying clan came from Western Qin, and naturally had a soft spot for the word "Qin", and most of the people in the expeditionary force were also from the army of Bai Chonghu, the Marquis of Western Qin, and they hit it off with the Ying clan.

As for the "clouds", they are the most auspicious symbol of the wasteland, because the wasteland rarely rains, and it is rare to see clouds, and once there are clouds, it is a sign of rain.

In the wilderness, a rain is the greatest joy.

Therefore, no matter which wasteland tribe, no matter what the original name was, they all invariably demanded that the new tribal name must have the word "cloud".

From this moment on, no matter which tribe they belonged to in the past, they all had a new identity.

They are the Yunqin people!(Welcome to your support, is my biggest motivation.) )