As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man in white was completely stunned. Even Zong Ling, the old priest behind Zong Shou, opened his mouth in surprise. I am inheriting the position of Qian Tian Demon King today, so why should I, Zong Shou, be the leader of the Laoshizi Tianhu Clan
It is chilling to read its meaning carefully. For a long time, in the minds of almost everyone, the master of Qiantian Mountain City was naturally linked to the same rank as the patriarch of the Tianhu clan. One is two, two is one.
But according to Zong Shou's intention, it seems that he wants to separate the two.
If you think about it more carefully, it doesn't make sense.
Zong Weiran started from scratch and had hundreds of thousands of close relatives inside and outside the city. In fact, they had nothing to do with the Tianhu clan.
The head of the Zong clan, Zong Weiran, took it away by force several years after he established the foundation of Qiantian Mountain City.
Now, if the father dies and the son succeeds, the son will inherit the city. Stop being the leader of this clan. Why should you, the direct descendants of your clan, force yourself on you? If it's not enough, then he realizes even more deeply that Zong Shou's move is simply cruel and vicious. In terms of justice, the relationship between the two is completely broken!
In the future, the only people who can succeed the city lord are the blood descendants of Zong Weiran and Zong Shou. And those who can become the leader of the Sky Fox clan may not be able to become the Qian Tian Demon King.
But now that the army of this city and a country is in hand, who within the clan can still hold the position of clan leader? Who is worthy of contending with Zong Shou? There is no longer any connection with the so-called direct descendants of the Zong family.
Not only did the other party's words hit back hard, but all future troubles were solved in one fell swoop.
Zong Lan on the other side also blinked. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the prince's words had a profound aftertaste. He also pretended to be confused: "Yes, the prince of our family only inherited the city lord today. Who cares about the leader of the Tianhu clan? Uncle Zong , do you care about you?"
Hu Qianqiu and Qiu Wei also smiled half-smilingly, with relaxed expressions. Chai Yuan's eyes even showed some admiration.
With four liang and a thousand pounds, the matter of identity was settled easily. The eldest son's methods are indeed surprising and surprising.
The middle-aged man in white had obviously realized the mystery. His body was shaking like chaff, his face was ashen and as gloomy as water. After a while, he smiled instead of being angry: "Okay! Okay! Okay! What a good clan, Wei Ran, really gave birth to a good son. Now that the crown prince is the prince, he will not take the 800,000 people of my Tianhu clan in his eyes. If there is a prince in the future, Don't blame my Zong clan for not doing anything. As long as my old husband Zongzheng is still alive, you, Zong Shou, will never succeed in inheriting the position of clan leader! Your lineage is really a hindrance to our clan. You should be grateful to the blood descendants for letting you serve as the clan leader. You are so ignorant. I originally planned to ignore this matter and no longer care about these people. As long as the other party relents, I will say a few good words and let the other party step down. Already. If you take advantage, why not be more generous
When I heard this, I felt a tightness in my chest. I don't know where the anger arose from, and suddenly rushed straight into my heart. The simmering rage almost tore his mind apart.
He couldn't help but grit his teeth and sneered. He has never been so angry since entering Qiantian Mountain City.
Even though he was on the altar of worshiping heaven just now and was under heavy siege, he could still remain calm. Confident that the situation is all under his control.
But only this so-called "Uncle Zong" really angered him completely!
"A sideline blood descendant? Is this an obstacle? You, an old man, are really going to die forever. There are 800,000 descendants of the Tianhu clan, hehe."
The words "Old man, scolded" made Zongzheng's face even more ugly. Zong Shou laughed again, and the nine swords suddenly struck again, opening the wound on the wrist vein again, and said in a calm tone: "Today, I, Zong Shou, swear an oath! I ask heaven to be my witness, so far. After that, my clan shou broke away from the Tianhu clan and established a clan of our own. We took the name of Qiantian and became the Qiantian sect! There are many sects and shou in our clan, and we swear that there will be no distinction between direct descendants and concubines in our clan. Lift. There is no distinction between superior and inferior bloodline, I can only ask this question. I want my people to have someone to rely on when they are old, to support their children when they are young, and to have no worries about food and clothing. If you violate this statement, please ask heaven and earth. punish me"
When Zong Shou mentioned the four words "build one's own clan", the expressions of everyone at the Temple of Heaven changed.
And when it comes to the Qiantian clan, there is no distinction between direct descendants, only descendants. There is no difference between bloodline and superiority. I can only ask these words. Zongzheng seemed to have thought of something, and his graceful and elegant face suddenly twitched and became terrifying!
For a moment, there was silence. Everyone was holding their breath and their hearts were pounding, digesting Zong Shou's deafening words.
Zongyuan didn't say anything, and turned directly towards Zongshou, half-kneeling on the ground: "Your Majesty Zongyuan, I would like to join the clan of the emperor!"
Zong Lan was also awakened by Zong Yuan's actions, and then he smiled wildly: "Your Majesty is making a big move this time! I like establishing a new clan! Anyway, the Tianhu clan is boring. Why are we standing around? Are you going to be suppressed because of the branch lineage? Qian Tianzong family, what a good name! Count me, Zong Lan! As for the Xuanhu Iron Cavalry, the prince doesn’t need to worry, I’ve already had enough of their arrogance!”
Zong Ling's eyes flashed and he looked up to the sky, and then his old face was full of emotion: "I remember decades ago, I always disliked these people of direct lineage. Why should reincarnation be better?" Overwhelming us, arrogant? Why are we not allowed to practice the spiritual arts and secret martial arts left by our ancestors? Even now, the temperament corners have been smoothed away, and I am still unhappy. The prince has a self-made clan With your ambition, I, Zong Ling, can’t help but lend a helping hand!”
He also flicked his sleeves and knelt down half-kneeling: "I am a family of forty-six people under my clan. I would like to join the Qiantian clan family tree!"
After three people, under the altar of heaven, it seemed like dominoes were being toppled. Almost all the branches of the Zong clan worshiped him one after another. The sounds came one after another, one after another.
They range from generals at the level of commander and commander to mid-level generals at the level of battalion generals and captains. Nearly a thousand people, almost without exception, all had faces flushed with excitement.
Not only the descendants of the side branch, but even some of the true descendants of the Zong family also bowed down with strange lights in their eyes and extremely calm expressions.
Hu Qianqiu stared at this scene in stunned silence, and saw that Zongzheng's expression was completely distorted. He couldn't help but laugh, and without hesitation decided to add insult to injury, continue to rub salt into Zongzheng's wounds, and put another knife in his heart! His voice was filled with strange admiration: "No one is willing to stay. The prince's move is really wonderful! Lao Chai, tell me, after today, how many of the 800,000 members of the Tianhu clan will be left?"
Chai Yuan couldn't help but turn around and glare at him, knowing that Hu Qianqiu had an unforgiving temperament.
But he really had nothing to worry about that Zongzheng. Zong Shou's move was indeed a blow to the bottom of the pot. Without his clan members and his wings, Mr. Zong Bo, even if he still had the spiritual master cultivation of Huanyang Realm, was still a tiger with its teeth pulled out and a goshawk with its feathers lost.
He also smiled and took over the conversation and said: "Who knows? There are more than 30,000 direct descendants of Tianhu. But maybe, he will be the only one left. It's a pity that the Donglin family, the royal family of the Fox tribe, Just wither away one by one."
Hu Qianqiu burst into laughter immediately, patted Chai Yuan's shoulder hard, and said that this was really what he meant, and his judgment of the situation coincided with his.
Na Zongzheng was almost lost, looking at the scene in front of him with a confused expression. A series of shocks almost completely destroyed his mind. There is no such domineering attitude as before.
After a long time, he suddenly took a step forward with a ferocious face, speaking incoherently and shaking his head nervously: "You can't do this! You are trying to destroy my Tianhu clan! Who gave you the right to establish a new clan? I will never do it." Don’t admit it one by one”
Before he finished speaking, Zong Lanhu Qianqiu and Chai Yuan were vigilant with their hands on their weapons, their eyes seeing murderous intent.
Previously, it was a matter within the Zongshou clan and it was not easy for them to interfere. But now that Zong Shou has established a new clan, he can naturally treat him with hostility!
"Why do I need your recognition? Just because I am the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain and the Lord of the Fox Tribe is enough!"
Zong Shou faced the rising sun and shook his head. He felt a little calmer now, and his impulse had receded.
Although it felt a little weird, it was done and there was nothing to regret.
To adopt him was to step forward casually and walk under the altar of heaven.
"I remember that before Zong Shi died, he once said that in this troubled world, the strong are respected and have the biggest fists! Although it is a little annoying, it is also very reasonable. You said that I am not guilty of Zong Ming Zonghao Unjust killing.
Slaughtering those more than a thousand direct descendants was cruel and easy to kill, cruel and unkind. I am too lazy to refute you. I will just say one thing today: I, Zong Shou, am cruel and easy to kill. What can you do if I am cruel and unkind? I can kill those more than a thousand people if I want, so why do I need a reason? "
When the words fell, Zong Shou suddenly paused, standing next to Zong He, and smiled softly: "A useless person with a body of two veins actually dares to rely on his father's power to be so arrogant. . Sure enough, I can only be proud for a while. It’s just a pity that my Tianhu clan, those nearly a thousand elite disciples, really don’t deserve to die! This evil breed, it’s a good death, it’s a good death. Did you say these words just now?”
Zong's eyes shrank inward and his lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to speak and explain. Zong Shou was too lazy to listen, so he just raised his sword diagonally!
The sword light flashed, and Zonghe's head was thrown high! The blood was like a fountain, spurting out several feet high.
When the blood splattered all over the sky, more than ten clan elders here did not even dare to dodge, allowing the blood to splash on their bodies.
Their hearts felt cold, Zong Shou's unabashed murderous intent was directly penetrating their hearts, chilling their bones.
"Look, in this Qiantian City, I have the biggest fist now, and what I say is truth, the king's law, and heaven's decree! I don't know how my father treated you before. But I, Zongshou, am not the father. So. You guys, don’t be so shameless.”
He took a few steps forward again, but this time, Zong Shou stood in front of Zong Rui. (To be continued)