Hohe looked around the venue, and at this time, he was already in control of the whole field.

All the warriors of Shanyue who were loyal to the high priest were taken down, and the subordinates of the Mu were also surrounded, just like before.

Now, you only need to put away the tail of your hand, and you can inherit the position of herd safely, no!

The high priest is not young in the end, and he has been eroded by the yin force, his body is not as good as before, after being torn off an arm, he fell to the ground and screamed, and now, he is already out of breath and less in breath, and he is about to die when he sees it!

On the other hand, the pastor, because of the previous changes, temporarily saved his life, and now, looking at Huhe's gaze, it is naked and naked fear and horror.

Seeing Huhe's gaze looking at him, Mu laughed miserably and said, "The descendants of Suyana, the golden bloodline of Shanyue, are they going to kill each other again?"

Suya is the ancestor of Shanyue, and legend has it that he was born from the flames, and his bloodline, called the Golden Bloodline, has the political legitimacy to rule the Shanyue tribe.

But between the golden bloodlines, for power, there are few things to fight for? It was before that the ancestor of Huhe was also the ancestor who was defeated by Mu and lost his position.

Huhe looked at Mu, the middle-aged at this time, although his face was a little pale, but his figure was standing, he had not lost his previous bearing, he couldn't help nodding, and said: "Respected Mu, you are also a descendant of Suyana, why do you want to deal with your own blood brothers together with the high priest?"

Mu smiled bitterly, he and the high priest have a tacit understanding, to eliminate the centrist in one fell swoop, and then divide the winners and losers, and complete the unification of the power of the Tiangong tribe!

These are all conspiracy plans. The public is public, but it is inconvenient to say it, who wants to. came out of the variable of Huhe, and turned the tables around, and he and the high priest could be said to have lost completely.

However, the Heavenly Bow has such a hero, and there is hope for revival in the future!

Mu looked at Huhe with a complicated expression. After a pause, he pulled out a short golden staff from his bosom.

The staff shone with a golden light, and was made of gold throughout. The body of the staff is decorated with various pearls and gemstones, which makes it even more extraordinary!

Huhe was stunned in his eyes, this is a token of the pastors of the past dynasties, a symbol of the power of the Heavenly Bow Department!

"This scepter. I'll give it back to you!" the shepherd looked at the scepter in his hand. A flash of memory flashed in his eyes, and in the end, he stretched out his hand and closed his eyes and said.

The master of Hohe Art is bold, and he is naturally not afraid of what tricks this pastor will play, so he strode forward and took the scepter, which is very heavy. It seems to be solid.

"As a descendant of Suyana, I ask for the dignity of the Golden Bloodline to die!"

Seeing Huhe take the scepter. The shepherd sighed, and everyone could see that although the shepherd at this time had not changed, he had obviously lost his spirit and seemed to be much older.

This golden bloodline has the privilege of dying and can ask to die without blood.

Historically, in the struggle for power, very few golden bloodlines have died in blood, which is the tradition of Shanyue.

"By the Holy Fire, I will grant your request!"

With a look in his eyes, Bayan took a few warriors and escorted Mu to a big tent, Mu is also a heroic man, so naturally he can't be humiliated.

This execution also has to avoid everyone, or choose white silk to hang yourself, or choose poisonous wine, in short, there will be no blood, insulting the glory of the golden family.

Soon, Bayan came out, his face was a little gloomy, but more excited, looked at Huhe, and nodded.

The surrounding mountains and mountains are all clear, and the herd at this time must be unlucky! For a while, there was some commotion in the crowd, but the warriors shouted in unison, and they suppressed it.

At this time, an elder of the clan came out, looked at the Shanyue tribesmen, and said loudly: "Since Guka has died, the Tiangong tribe should be succeeded by Huhe, who is also of the golden bloodline, do you have any objections?"

"I Bayan agrees!" Bayan naturally supported it vigorously, shouting loudly, a pair of tiger eyes, glowing with fierce light, staring at the clansmen, as if as long as anyone dared to spit out the word "no" in his mouth, he would immediately pounce!

"I agree!" Immediately afterward, the centrist warriors who followed Huhe Bayan also shouted.

Once the force belongs, the prestige is Dasheng, which is not only in terms of luck, but also the other Shanyue people, seeing that the warriors with swords and bows are all supportive, knowing the general trend, they have opened their mouths and agreed with Huhe to succeed to the throne.

Although Mu still has a few children, but in the mountains, do not talk about this set, if usually, Mu arranged before his death, and slowly handed over the power in his hand to the children, maybe there is a little bit of continuity, but now, Huhe does not rush to kill everything, it is enough to show mercy.

The mountain is barbaric and martial, and now Huhe, not only controls the army, but also shows extraordinary bravery, and he is a golden bloodline, with the righteousness of the rule, which is under the mountain, just hesitated for a moment, are all surrendered, knelt down, shouted: "Huhe!

"Thou art the sun of the sky, born of flames, and be a shepherd, leading the lost wolves to conquer every inch of land under their feet......"

All the Shanyue, under the leadership of the clan elders, sang ancient poems.

This is handed down from the ancient Shanyue, like a sacrificial text is not a sacrificial text, like an article is not an article, but every time Shanyue Mu succeeds to the throne, he has to recite this.

As everyone recognized Huhe as the Lord, the shouting waves were higher and higher, and as everyone bowed down, Fang Ming could see that the slightest white qi gathered, condensed into a cloud, and stopped above Huhe's head.

The white gas is rounded and gradually red. The slightest red breath hovered on the surface of Huhe, gradually smoothing out.

"Hohe now, it can be said that he is in power, and he is only a red person, it seems that the number of people is too small, and the entire Tiangong tribe is only ten thousand people, how can it be on again?"

This huhe's original physiognomy is a little thin, but now he has luck, and it has really changed.

Fang Ming saw this, but he realized something. This person's face is life-like, but it is not immutable, in the event of a major event, it will still gather from the clouds, even if it is Tian Shelang, it is not impossible to ascend to the Tianzi Hall!

White gas is the spirit of the small people, and civilians only have a few wisps, and if they are condensed in a group, they will have an official body.

According to Fang Ming's opinion, under the nine grades, it is still generally white. When it comes to the eighth grade, it is red and white.

The county order is seven products, the luck is pure red, and the power of a county is in charge, which is a hundred miles.

Positive six products, still red and yellow gas gathered, only the positive five products, can the golden gas straight transparent hall, luck pure gold!

The current Fang Ming, in terms of his own personality, is red and yellow. It's Song Yu, the green qi has been born, and there is already a pattern of luck in the four products.

"Humane luck, the fruit is good, intense and hot, and the brilliance is scorching!" Fang Ming couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Song Yu's luck.

Now he is not afraid of real people. After all, real people only have their own mana status, even if they have loose officials, but they are not close to the military and civilians, and they are not in real power, how much luck can they help?

On the contrary, there is still a bit of fear against humanitarian officials.

After all, the luck of the people under the rule of officials is incomparably strong, and although they cannot use it themselves, it is more than enough to use it for self-defense.

Fang Ming also carried the luck of all the people, so that every move was carried with vigor and strength, and the divine power was bottomless, consuming the real person alive.

But for the officials, the luck on both sides is a bit troublesome.

Of course, in the face of officials below the sixth grade, those can be ignored, because Fang Ming's own luck is far from the luck of officials. But above the five grades, there is some powerlessness.

"Fortunately, in this life, officials can't cultivate the Fa, otherwise, if you give you the Qi Luck Method, it will be even more terrifying!"

Whether it was Fang Ming's previous life or Daqian, there was no example of an official cultivating immortals. Among them, the secrecy is deep, and even Fang Ming is not very clear.

"Now Hohe, with a red personality, this is the military power in hand, and the luck will be propped up!"

Originally, this Huhe, leading 10,000 people, should be a gathering of white gas, and it is a great fortune to have a few traces of red gas!

But under his rule, they were all Shanyue, with fierce temperament, and most of them were warriors.

If you really want to talk about it, you can produce 3,000 elite soldiers! This strength is not trivial, and it is not surprising that it has a crimson personality.

This means that Hohe's current strength is almost out of a county!

"This is still a Tiangong tribe, if you let Shanyue all unite, then it will really become a climate, and it will be unstoppable!" Fang Ming's heart suddenly showed a trace of jealousy.

At this time, the bottom Shanyue has completed the ceremony, and the current Huhe can be regarded as the new herd of the Tiangong tribe.

An old man with a red face was about to say something. was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... O giant tree totem, your servant is willing to sacrifice all his flesh and soul as a sacrifice, please come!"

The high priest rose from the ground, ignoring the swords and spears of the surrounding warriors and his own still bleeding arms.

Singing loudly, at this time, he seemed to have entered a kind of underworld realm, and although he was seriously injured before, it did not affect his activities at all. With the chanting, a wave of fluctuations is generated, and it is quickly transmitted into the distance.

If Fang Ming was willing, he could naturally stop it, but the light in his eyes flashed, but he didn't move, letting the high priest summon him.

"Oh no! stop him!" shouted the clan elder.

"Haha...... It's late!You, die with me!" The high priest's eyes glowed with a faint green light, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworlds, which made people listen to it coldly.

As the high priest finished chanting, there were fluctuations in the distance, and a terrible ghost cry sounded, which even mortals could hear.

Fang Ming's face did not move, and he saw the scene of the night walk of the hundred ghosts, and it reappeared!

The ghosts formed a dark cloud, three feet above the ground, drifting like light smoke, and the cold wind brought up made the surrounding mountains and mountains, and they couldn't help but feel cold, and almost wanted to kneel.

"Hmph! Waste!" When the evil ghost saw this scene, there was nothing he didn't understand, and he scolded disdainfully.

This voice, penetrating the barrier of yin and yang, connected to ordinary Shanyue people, can also be heard, with coldness, almost making their blood coagulate, and many Shanyue are trembling with their legs!

But the high priest was beaming with joy and shouted, "The totem is coming!

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