"Great Wish Demon God?"

Lao Wang couldn't help but repeat these four words.

Helan Changchun suddenly made a move, grabbed the wrist of Helan Lao Wang's right hand with one hand, pressed his right shoulder socket with the other, and pulled it fiercely, tearing off the arm that was still full of strength.

The two still maintained an intimate posture with whispers in their ears, and the subtle voices that only the father and son could hear clearly reached the ears of the old king of Helan.

"My vow is very simple, Helan Khan will be the only Khan in the grassland and even in the world, and your son will become the Helan Khan who will dominate the heavens!

"How arrogant is it, how dare you covet the supreme throne, which the patriarchs cannot reach, the authority that belongs only to the gods?"

Having lost his right arm and golden sword, the old king of Helan finally couldn't help but let out a lone wolf's howl of pain.

The most loyal and powerful guards immediately pounced, but they were desperately blocked by Helan Changchun's subordinates.

The old king of Helan suddenly stretched out his left hand, snatched the golden knife from the right hand that was still in Helan Changchun's hand and no longer belonged to him, staggered out, and slashed down with a knife, actually cutting the iron helmet of a loyal and brave iron guard in half along with his head.

"No matter how humble Helan Changchun is, he is still my son. Don't move without me!"

I don't know if it was because of the unprepared madness of the old king of Helan, or because of the loyalty and obedience that permeated their bones, several of the iron guards who rushed out quietly retreated, and at the same time raised their arms to suppress the stunned and impatient comrades behind them.

There was a deeper silence in the tent, and at the same time a restless mania that blended into an extremely contradictory and eerie atmosphere.

However, almost the next moment, this atmosphere was broken, and in full view of everyone, Helan Changchun threw down Lao Wang's right arm, and shot again mercilessly, simply tearing off his remaining left arm.

His voice reached everyone's ears unmistakably: "If you can't hold a knife, you will really lose the chance to make a comeback, so please forgive your son for being ruthless." ”

The heroic old king of Helan seemed to have expected it, and after losing another arm, he just snorted, and a bright flush rose on his blood-colored face.

"Let Lao Dongran's subordinates put away the butcher knife, and I will do what you wish!"

As he spoke, he stumbled out of the tent.

There were no arms, but not much blood flowed out of the wound, and a layer of extremely thin but extremely tough Gang Qi sealed his wound, infinitely gathering and changing, trying to repair every minute wound in vain.

As the Golden Sword Lord of the Great Khan of the previous generation, the King of Helan and the pure-blooded descendant of the Helan Royal Family, this poor and extravagant decrepit old man once possessed supreme glory and power to match this glory.

At this moment, the mysterious realm that has been obtained after life and death, and lost in years of desolation~ lascivious life, seems to have returned.

The whole tent was silent, as if it had nothing to do with the screams, cries, and fighting for their lives in the camp.

Helan Lao Wang looked outside the tent, snorted angrily, still majestic: "Get out of the way, don't get in the way of my eyes." ”

The guards lined up in a dense array parted to the sides like waves, allowing Lao Wang to see farther.

The resolute but separate hasty resistance was like a lonely reef, and Lao Dongran's 10,000-strong team rushed to the big tent like a wave, wave after wave, becoming more and more turbulent.

Lao Wang glanced at the bleak waves depicted by the tribal warriors in blood, and there was no expression on his face, and he could not be moved by the pain of himself and others.

He turned back slowly, and before finally falling, he said softly but firmly, "All my flesh and blood should be used to pave the way to the glorious apex of the Helan clan. Remember your words, my son, the Father is waiting for you in hell!"

Blood finally spurted out, and his blood was faintly clear and blue.

Helan Changchun raised his hand, and two people jumped into the outside of the big tent, their faces tattooed with intricate patterns of blue and purple, and their hair and feet were barefoot.

They all wore solemn navy blue robes with colorful embroideries on the red background of the cuffs. The two of them each carried a wooden staff, the head of which was a snake's head and a bird's head.

The guards on both sides of the tent stirred slightly, but in the end no one stopped them, these two were the most feared and loved sorcerers on the grassland.

As the shamanism spread by some of the great witches of the Inspiration Realm blossomed everywhere, in the hearts of Di people, shamans and shamanism gradually became synonymous.

This word not only represents the salvation of the gods, but also means the power of Xuanhe.

The bloodline of the king's tent, the lord of the golden sword, and the shamanic witch constitute the top level of the current Di nobles, and above them are the so-called "patriarchs" who are like demon gods in legends.

They sit in the three ancestral lands of Helan, Qilian Ershan and Shendao in the depths of the Bohai Sea, and the vast majority of Di people rarely see each other in their lives.

And the two people who entered the account were more common sorcerers with rods, and the cultivators of the Qi refining realm already had the qualifications to preach. They often walked among the tribes, from the lords to the common herdsmen.

Shamans are often highly respected for their ability to heal injuries and injuries, and this is the most important means for shamanism to win over believers.

The two staff-wielding sorcerers squatted on the ground and took a slight look at the wounds of the old king of Helan, because both arms were broken together, and the skeletal tendons, tendons, tendons and blood vessels were exposed, which was shocking to see.

The complex handprints of the snake staff wizard's palms and fingers and the effect of stopping bleeding and amputating pulses slapped on the body of the old king of Helan, effectively alleviating the speed of blood flow from the wounds.

The Bird Staff Wizard took out a large number of ointments of different colors, mixed them according to a certain proportion, and applied them to the wound of the old king of Helan, he took off a silver wine jug from his waist, sprinkled the liquor in the pot on the ointment, and then raised his hand to wipe it, and the wine burned, exuding a strange fragrance.

Lao Wang had already passed out, and his subconsciously frowning brows gradually relaxed.

By the time the flame was extinguished, the ointment had turned black.

The two sorcerers wrapped the old king's wounds with clean white cloths, raised their heads and said, "The king is strong and cannot die." ”

The guards were slightly restless, and the eyes passed to each other showed joy, if the old king of Helan was killed by this, even if the old king had an order not to move, they would not escape the fate of martyrdom.

"You have all heard that your father has given you permission to give up your resistance and follow him to the Yin Mountains in the south. ”

At this moment, the iron guards realized that at some point, the sound of fighting in the camp was already very weak. Not far from the big tent, there were silent elite cavalrymen with no head or tail in sight.

Helan Changchun's voice echoed above the camp: "The king has promised to give way to his only son, that is, me, Helan Changchun!"

"Old Dongran, restrain the soldiers under your command, the people of Nanyuan, put down the bows, arrows, knives and guns in your hands, and don't shed any more bloodless blood!"

"The fierce and fearless generals who can't get a golden sword, the soldiers who desperately wield the sword but can't get enough food for the whole family, the era of changing everything has come. I don't want your allegiance, I just ask you to mount your horse and head south, and use your scimitar to get what you deserve!"

Loud cheers rang out around the camp, and more people looked at the flames and the corpses of their loved ones everywhere in front of them, licking their wounds in silence.

They don't have too much resentment, because the law of the jungle is the rule of the grassland that has been passed down since ancient times, and they don't give birth to joy, because according to the rules, before the real dawn comes, there is always the deepest darkness.

Helan Changchun's declaration is not new, and the nobles on the grassland have never known what faith is.

A new king has been born in the blood, and although his foundation is not secure, he has not forgiven anyone for any sin, existing or non-existent.

Helan Changchun glanced down at the noble corpse on the ground, and slowly walked towards the throne wrapped in snow bear skin.

As he said, this is not the end.

There are many obstacles on the way to realize the great wish of the demon god, and a big clean~ wash is about to begin.