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This time, it seems that it is no longer a surrender of the left front leg, but the surrender of all these tribes!

Wang Zhenling showed a slight smile and said, "As long as you become the people under the rule of my Linggu County, this county will naturally treat everyone equally!"

"I'm waiting for the Wu barbarians to go against the will of the county monarch from now on!"

All these witch barbarians knelt down and bowed to Wang Zhenling in unison.

A few more Wuman elders stepped forward and presented the three spirit drums.

This is actually the same as the bowl-sized tambourine, although it is cast in copper and gold, but it cannot be compared with the frog pattern spirit drum in Wang Zhenling's hand.

According to the habits of the Lingwu tribes, the larger the spiritual drum, the more copper and gold used, the more precious and important, and the more witch patterns are engraved on it.

There is only one tiger stripe on each of those tambourines.

And on the big frog pattern spirit drum, there are seven frog patterns.

"This is a sacred relic of my witch barbarians, and this spirit drum was originally given by the gods, and each clan has one.

Five of the bronze drums were seized by the county monarch last time, and this time, in order to show our sincerity, we will take the initiative to send this spirit drum!"

A witch elder bowed his head and said respectfully.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads!

This time, their Seven Witch Barbarian Clans encountered the biggest crisis.

Almost most of their young men fell into the hands of Wang Zhenling and became captives.

If Wang Zhenling is not satisfied, as long as Wang Zhenling kills all these witch barbarian men, then it will be difficult for these witch barbarian tribes with only the old, weak, women and children left to survive in the harsh environment of the mountains.

I can't say it, they all will be wiped out in the end!

At this time, he could only bow his head in front of Wang Zhenling, and even handed over the most important spiritual drum in the tribal inheritance to Wang Zhenling.

At this moment, the hearts of all the witch barbarians are bleeding!

Even back then, when the army of the Dacheng Imperial Court pressed the border, they witch barbarians resisted to the end, hid in the mountains, and never took the initiative to surrender like this, let alone even take the initiative to hand over the holy relics to others!

Wang Zhenling bowed slightly, and his own subordinates took over the copper drum.

It was at this moment that there was a sudden bang, and Wang Zhenling's luck shook.

An indescribably large wave of luck descended suddenly.

Wang Zhenling's luck is linked to the luck in the county, and they are not separated from each other.

At this moment, there was a huge earthquake, and a weak luck that was almost no worse than all the qi luck of the entire Danling County combined.

"This is the luck of the submission of the witch barbarians...... It's just how can it be so powerful......"

Wang Zhenling was slightly stunned.

He couldn't understand the luck of the government anymore, and the luck of the government was not only the luck of the people.

It is also the power of the mountains and rivers of a county, and the blessing of the royal law of the imperial court.

Taken together, these three are the complete official luck, so powerful that even the gods have to be feared.

Ordinary county orders, theoretically able to use the luck, can almost be compared with the weaker Jin Yi God.

Even now, the authority of the imperial court has declined, and the law has been abolished, and it has been attenuated by more than fifty percent. But the luck of a county is still extremely powerful!

And these witch barbarians, with a population of only tens of thousands, even if they surrender, how could they bring such powerful luck?

Could it be that their surrender will bring me great prestige, or will there be no other benefits?

Thinking about it in his heart, he checked it silently, and saw that with the surrender of several Wuman tribes, not only did the luck of the entire Linggu County skyrocket, but Wang Zhenling's foreign luck also skyrocketed, and the huge luck was as red as fire, accumulating continuously, and there were actually pieces of gold faintly appearing in it.

"This is already the fortune of the state and county, but unfortunately it is a foreign fortune, not a destiny. If my life is golden, it is enough for me to be a prince of a land!"

Wang Zhenling's mouth showed a hint of sarcastic smile.

Although he never thought about it, he wanted to embark on the road of dominating the world.

But now it has reached such heights!

If Wang Zhen Lingzhi wasn't here, at this time, with the strength under his command, he could easily take down the entire Lingfu County.

Even after the operation, it is not impossible to take down the entire Lingzhou!

When the time comes, Wang Zhenling will be able to retreat and defend himself, protect himself from a state, and become the lord of a state.

Jin can even lead troops out of the mountains, compete for hegemony in the Central Plains, and win the world!

Thinking like this, at this time, I suddenly had a feeling, and I saw that my natal began to rise, and it changed.

Wang Zhenling's natal life is only white, and there is a slight red at its core.

This shows that Wang Zhenling's life was originally very ordinary, and it was just the life of an ordinary official.

But now, these whites are gradually dyed red, and soon the natal luck has turned into an all-red color, and even the core has begun to transform into light gold.

"Born by nature, can it also be transformed?"

Wang Zhenling was slightly stunned.

Natal is born, and foreign fortune transforms.

At this time, the great anger of foreign luck actually made Wang Zhenling's natal life have the intention of transformation.

This is unexpected!

"It seems that even life is not immutable, if the foreign fortune is strong enough, it can also change the destiny!"

Thinking like this, Wang Zhenling's face showed a trace of joy.

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In the cave of the Burning Mountain, the feast is still the same.

It seems that the Shinto years are leisurely, and there is nothing to do except singing, dancing, drinking, feasting, and pleasure.

Compared with the short lifespan of ordinary people for decades, the life span of Shinto is long enough, that is, the shrine god will not encounter disasters, and it is very easy to live for hundreds of years!

Not to mention the great gods like Lieshan-kun who have existed since ancient times!

Of course, Lieshan Jun feasts and drinks here every day, in addition to spending his days happily, the more important thing is to entertain those masters who have been recruited.

But in the midst of the full seat, there are ghosts and gods from all walks of life hundreds of miles near the Burning Mountain, and there are many qi practitioners who have been recruited.

There are even some wizards dressed as wizards, who should be the indigenous masters of their own world.

There are even ghost generals like Li Fu, who originally planned to overthrow Lieshan Jun, but now he has become a ghost general under Lieshan Jun, and he is depressed at the moment.

However, the protagonist of today's banquet was not any of these people, but another envoy sent by the Great God of the Golden Empire.

The melodious music, light singing and dancing, gentle in the countryside, make people depressed, and they can't wait to sleep here.

Even the gaze of the Burning Mountain King became as if he was drunk.

He laughed and raised his wine glass, and smiled at everyone present: "If there is chaos today, and the princes attack, this humanity can no longer be above my ghosts and gods."

I intend to restore the pomp and circumstance of ancient Shinto, so that my Shinto will no longer be suppressed by humanity.

In this matter, I have to help you!"

The ghosts and gods present, the cultivators all raised their glasses and responded loudly. I want to talk about "Mythical Oven" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."