Huhe looked around the venue, and at this time he had already controlled the entire venue.

All the Yamatsu warriors who were loyal to the high priest were taken down, and the subordinates of the Patriarch were also surrounded, no different from before.

Now, you only need to put your hands in order to inherit the position of Patriarch safely. No! He is the power of the entire Shanyue!

The high priest was not young at all and was eroded by the yin force. His body was not as big as before. After being torn off his arm, he fell to the ground and cried bitterly. Now he looked like he was venting more energy and he was about to lose his energy.

However, the Patriarch on the side was temporarily saved because of the previous changes. Now, his eyes looking at Huhe were naked and naked fear and shocked.

Seeing Huhe look at him, the Patriarch smiled terrified and said, "Are Suyena's descendants and the golden blood of Shanyue going to kill each other again?"

Suyena is the ancestor of Shanyue. Legend has it that it was born from the flames. His bloodline is called the golden bloodline, and it has the political legitimacy of ruling the Shanyue tribe.

But are there fewer fighting between the golden bloodlines for power? Even before, Huhe's ancestor was defeated by the Patriarch and lost his throne.

Huhe looked at the Patriarch. Although the middle-aged man was a little pale at this time, he stood tall and did not lose his previous demeanor. He couldn't help but nod and said, "Dear Patriarch, you are also the descendant of Suyena. Why should you deal with your blood brothers together with the high priest?"

The Patriarch smiled bitterly. He and the high priest had a tacit understanding. He wanted to eliminate the centrist in one fell swoop, and then decide the winner and lose, and complete the unity of the power of the Tiangong Tribe!

These were all conspiracy plans. It was in public, but it was inconvenient to say it. Who would have thought that Huhe's variable would turn the tables. He and the high priest could be said to have lost a lot.

However, with this heroic ruler in Tiangong, there is hope for revival in the future!

The Patriarch looked at Huhe with a complicated expression. He paused and pulled out a short golden rod from his arms.

The short staff was shining with golden light, and the whole body was cast from gold. The staff was decorated with various colors of pearls and gems, making it even more brilliant!

Huhe's eyes paused. This was the token of pastors from all dynasties and a symbol of the power of the Tiangong tribe!

"I'll give this scepter back to you!" The Patriarch looked at the scepter in his hand. A look of memories flashed in his eyes. Finally, he stretched out his hand and closed his eyes and said.

Huhe is very skilled and brave, so he is not afraid of the pastor's tricks. He strode forward and took over the scepter. This scepter is very important. It seems to be solid.

"As the descendant of Suyena, I demand the dignity of death of the golden bloodline!"

Seeing Huhe take over the scepter, the shepherd leader let out a sigh, everyone could see that although the shepherd leader had not changed at this time, he obviously lost his energy and seemed to have become much older.

This golden bloodline has privileges when dying and can require death without blood.

In the past, in the struggle of power, there are very few golden bloodlines that die in blood, which is the tradition of Shanyue.

"Swear with the holy fire, I Huhe, agree to your request!" This was just a trivial matter, Huhe agreed without any time to think about it.

After winking, Bayan took a few warriors and walked to a big tent with the Patriarch. The Patriarch was also a hero, so naturally he could not be humiliated.

This execution also requires avoiding everyone, either choosing white silk to hang himself or choosing poisoned wine. In short, there will be no blood, humiliation and glory of the golden family.

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

The surrounding mountains and rivers knew that the patriarch must be unlucky at this time! For a moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, but the warriors shouted in unison and suppressed them again.

At this time, an old clan came out, looked at the Shanyue people, and said loudly: "Since Gu Ka has died, the Tiangong Tribe should be the successor of Huhe, who is also a golden bloodline, as the Patriarch. Do you have any objections?"

"I agree with Bayan!" Bayan naturally strongly supported her and shouted loudly. A pair of tiger eyes shone with fierce light, staring at the tribe members, as if any one dared to spit out the word "no" in his mouth, he would immediately pounce on him!

"I agree!" Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged warriors who followed Huhe Bayan also shouted.

Once the force belongs, the reputation will be great. This is not only reflected in luck, but other Shanyue people, who see the warriors holding swords and bows, all spoke out, agreeing to Huhe's succession.

Although the Patriarch still has a few children, it is not discussed in the mountains and rivers. If the Patriarch usually arranges his hand and slowly hand over the child's strength to the child during his lifetime, there may be a little possibility of continuing. But now, it is enough to show his kindness if he doesn't kill him all.

Shanyue is wild and martial. Now Huhe not only controls the army, but also shows extraordinary courage. He is also a golden bloodline and has the righteousness of rule. At this time, Shanyue, hesitates for a moment, surrenders, and kneels down and shouts: "Huhe! Huhe!"

"You are the sun in the sky, born in the flames, and you should be the throne of the lost wolves, conquering every inch of land under your feet..."

All the Shanyues, led by the clan elders, chanted ancient poems.

This is passed down from ancient Shanyue. It looks like a sacrifice but not a sacrifice, and it looks like an article but not an article. But every time the leader of Shanyue succeeds to the throne, he has to recite this.

As everyone recognized Huhe as the main force, the shouting waves rose higher and higher. As everyone bowed, Fang Ming saw that a trace of white energy gathered, condensed into a cloud, and stopped above Huhe's head.

The white air is round and gradually red. A hint of red air circling on the huhe surface, gradually becoming smoother.

"Huhe is now in power and has a red position. It seems that the number of people is too small. There are only tens of thousands of people in the entire Tiangong Tribe, how can we go back?"

This is a bit thin with his original personality. Now he has luck and has changed.

Fang Ming saw this, but he felt enlightened. The fate of this man was not unchanging. When encountering major events, he would still gather in the wind and clouds. Even if he was a farmer in the morning, he would not have to reach the emperor's hall in the evening!

The white energy is the spirit of the common people. The common people only have a few threads. If they form a group and solidify, they will have an official body.

According to Fang Ming's opinion, under the ninth grade, the general is still white. When you reach the eighth grade, you will be red and white.

The county magistrate is the seventh rank, and his fortune is pure red. He is in charge of the power of a county, and he is the 100-mile dynasty.

The sixth grade of the main, the red and yellow energy gathers. Only the fifth grade of the main, the golden energy can be straight and transparent, and the luck is pure gold!

Now Fang Ming, in terms of his own status, he is red and yellow. However, Song Yu, the green energy has already been born, and he has the fourth-grade luck pattern.

"Human fortune is good, strong and hot, and bright!" Fang Ming couldn't help but sigh, thinking of Song Yu's fortune.

Now, he is not afraid of facing the real person. After all, the real person only has his own magic power. Even if he has a scattered official, how much luck can he help if he is not close to the military and civilians and does not hold real power?

Instead, he was still a little afraid of humanitarian officials.

Especially the real power chief official who holds great power! After all, officials have extremely strong luck in governing the people. Although they cannot use it themselves, they are more than enough to use it for self-defense.

Fang Ming also carries the luck of the people, so he can carry every move with great strength, and his divine power is overwhelming, which will kill the real person.

But for officials, luck and depletion between the two sides is a bit troublesome.

Of course, those who are less than the sixth rank can be ignored because Fang Ming’s own luck is far beyond the officials’ luck. But he is a little helpless when facing the fifth rank.

"Fortunately, officials cannot practice the Dharma in this life, otherwise, if they understand the method of luck, they will be even more terrifying and terrifying!"

Whether Fang Ming had done a great job in his previous life, there were no examples of officials successfully cultivating immortals. Among them, the secrets were deep and even Fang Ming was not very clear.

"Now Huhe has a red person, and this is the military power in hand, which will support your luck!"

Originally, Huhe, commanding tens of thousands of people, should be the gathering of white energy. It would be a great blessing to have a few traces of red energy!

But under his rule, they were all Shanyue, with fierce temperament, and mostly warriors.

If you really want to talk about it, you can produce three thousand elite soldiers! This strength is extraordinary, and it is not surprising that it has a red status.

This means that Huhe's current strength almost exceeds the strength of a county's troops!

"This is still a Tiangong tribe. If all the Shanyues are united, it will really become a climate and cannot be curbed!" A hint of fear suddenly appeared in Fang Ming's heart.

At this time, the ceremony was completed, and Huhe was now considered the new patriarch of the Tiangong Tribe.

An old man with a squad was blushing and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Ahem...hem...giant tree totem! Your servant is willing to offer all the flesh and blood souls as sacrifices, please come!"

The high priest got up from the ground, regardless of the swords and guns of the surrounding Shanyue warriors and the gap in his still bleeding arm.

He sang loudly, and at this moment, he seemed to have entered a state of darkness. Although he was seriously injured before, he did not affect his activities at all. As he sang, a wave arose and quickly spread to the distance.

If Fang Ming wanted to, he could naturally stop it, but a light flashed in his eyes, but he kept his hands behind his back and let the high priest summon him.

"No! Stop him quickly!" the clan boss shouted.

"Haha... it's too late! You guys, let's die with me!" The high priest's eyes were shining with a slight green light, and the sound was like coming from the Nine Netherworld, which made people feel cold.

As the high priest finished singing, there was also a fluctuation in the distance, and a shrill ghost cry sounded, even ordinary people in the world could hear it.

Fang Ming's face remained motionless, and the scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night was reappearing again!

The ghosts formed dark clouds, three feet above the ground, and floated like light smoke. The cold wind brought about the surrounding mountains and mountains, and they couldn't help but feel scared and almost knelt down.

"Hmph! A waste!" When the evil ghost in the lead saw this, he didn't understand anything and cursed disdainfully.

This sound penetrates the barriers of yin and yang, and can be heard by ordinary Shanyue people. It is cold and almost makes their blood coagulate. Many Shanyue people have their legs trembled!

The high priest looked happy and shouted: "The totem is coming! You are all going to die!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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