Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 109 Snow Clan Transposition
Sun Wukong lowered his head secretly, and hurriedly hugged Bingling to the fire, and said softly: "Bingling, Linger, are you okay? Wake up, the meat is done roasting."

But the ice spirit in Sun Wukong's arms did not respond, his brows were still tightly wrinkled, and his delicate and beautiful face was full of pain.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong's heart felt like bleeding, even if Bing Ling is not Bing Aotian's biological daughter, but, after all, there are still 18 years of nurturing grace, with these 18 years of nurturing grace, Bing Aotian's deadline How could Bing Ling be unaware.

Now I really regret it, if I leave this land of the Snow Clan, Bing Ling will not be involved in Bing Aotian's final day, and now Bing Ling is unconscious.

"Cold, cold, so cold, my head hurts." Bing Ling who was in a coma suddenly said this.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong hastily approached Bingling and called softly: "Ling'er, wake up, wake up?"

"It's so cold, I'm so cold, and my head hurts." Bing Ling said in pain.

Hearing this, Monkey King hurriedly took off his Taoist robe, put it on Bingling and asked, "Is it better now?"

"Cold, cold, so cold." Bing Ling murmured.

Seeing that this was useless, Monkey King had no choice but to hold Bing Ling deeply in his arms, force out the aura in his body, and use the aura to warm her.

"Is it better?" Sun Wukong asked hastily.

At this time, Bing Ling didn't answer, her frowning brows were slightly relaxed, and the painful expression on her face gradually dissipated, and her face squeezed again in Monkey King's arms, as if she could feel the warmth all the time.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong had no choice but to hug her tightly again, lift up the spiritual energy in his body to the maximum extent, wrap Bingling with his Taoist robe through several layers of clothes, and hug her with peace of mind.

"Huh..." Bing Ling suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of fragrance, it seemed that he fell asleep in peace.

When Bingling fell asleep, Monkey King found that the corners of her eyes were already sparkling. He didn't know what dream she had, what she dreamed of, and why she was crying.

Now Monkey King can only warm his arms, let the beautiful woman in his arms sleep peacefully, and block the wind and snow by himself.

"Don't worry, I will protect you in the future, and I won't leave you alone again." Seeing Bingling's appearance, Monkey King whispered in his ear.

After a long time, the two fell asleep quietly.

Shuangxue in the sky saw the two of them sleeping quietly like this, and gradually calmed down, not disturbing them anymore.

Among the Snow Clan.

The sky is full of frost and snow, and there is no wind but snow.

In the beginning, this surprised the people of the Snow Clan. In the past few hundred years, the Snow Clan has never said that there was no hurricane in the snow.

Only this time, the sky was full of snowflakes, but there was no wind, and it just fell gently, one piece after another, for a long time
Immediately afterwards, thunder exploded in the sky, and the thunder was so loud that Bingchen knew that Bing Aotian's deadline had come.

Sure enough, Bing Aotian had just held a clan meeting the day before, and was going to hand over the next patriarch to Bingchen, which immediately attracted opposition from several elders, and everyone wanted to take the position of patriarch.

Bing Aotian didn't have time or mood to explain slowly, and directly defeated him with big means, everyone could only give up and was forced to accept Bingchen as the next patriarch.

And Bingchen has grown a lot after that battle, and his character has become more mature, and he is not chaotic in the face of this big scene.

Bing Aotian passed away, the first patriarch of the Frost Snow Clan, officially passed away.

The half-immortal fell, visions fell from the sky, and the sky was covered with heavy snow, falling alone.

"From now on, I, Bingchen, will be the next patriarch of the Snow Clan." Bingchen said righteously.

"Meet the patriarch."

"Slow down, the day of the founding of the clan will be held in ten days. Prepare the black ice coffin, the seven-day sacrifice, and arrange for the remains of the old patriarch to enter the ancestral grave after seven days." Bingchen shouted.

In just a few days, the crisis of the Snow Clan had just been resolved, and before everyone woke up from their joy, something new happened.

No one would accept it. In just a few days, the death of the patriarch actually happened.

"The patriarch took the Jiuqiao Snow Spirit Pill." Bingchen said.

Everyone in the Snow Clan gathered around, quietly listening to the new patriarch speak.

"In the past few days, many major events have happened in the Snow Clan. Bing Xinghuo's rebellion relieved the crisis of the Dong Xue Clan. The old patriarch Bing Aotian took the Jiuqiao Snow Spirit Pill to protect the Snow Clan."

"How could the patriarch use Jiuqiao Xueling Pill?"

"Yeah, why use Jiuqiao Xueling Pill unless it is absolutely necessary." Everyone was puzzled and puzzled.

Bingchen's eyes were slightly red, and then he said: "The mummified corpse of the blood demon mixed into our clan, and forced it into the patriarch's body with the power of the blood demon. Dan, with the power of Dan, protect our clan with the last nine days of life."

"The patriarch. The evil mummy of the blood demon, the evil ice spark."

"Sigh, Bing Xinghuo, I've always called him Big Brother Xinghuo before, and I disdain to stand with my Snow Clan."

"Kill Bing Xinghuo, kill Bing Xinghuo, blood debt will be paid with blood."

"Yes, kill Bing Xinghuo and pay homage to the old patriarch's spirit in heaven."

The crowd shouted angrily, their hearts were extremely angry, they wished they could tear up Bing Xinghuo and eat its flesh raw.

Bingchen stopped everyone and then said: "Everyone calm down, can I get the old patriarch back by killing Bing Xinghuo? Killing Bing Xinghuo can't do anything, I also want to kill him to pay homage to the old patriarch, but the old patriarch let me go I promise, no matter what, I will give Bing Xinghuo a chance and seal it for a hundred years, if Bing Xinghuo still doesn't know how to repent after a hundred years, I will deal with it myself."

"Okay, open the ice coffin." Bingchen raised his head to the sky and shouted, the other members of the Snow Clan hurriedly bowed down, and a huge black ice coffin was placed in front of everyone.

And Bingchen walked in, the patriarch hall.

Bing Aotian sat on the ground, dressed in silver armor and battle robe, holding a broad-bladed long sword in one hand, standing quietly, his eyes glaring ahead, but he had already lost his expression.

The patriarch of this generation, even if he died in immortality, still faces everyone with the most proud spirit.

Bingchen picked up the old patriarch's body and walked out. Everyone lowered their heads and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the old patriarch."

Bingchen stepped forward and put the old patriarch's body into the ice coffin.

"Put the lid on the coffin!" Bingchen shouted coldly, took off the broad-bladed long sword from the old patriarch's hand and shouted coldly.

A few people in the distance got up, lifted a piece of black ice, and walked over directly.

As soon as the ice cap is on the ground, a blue light flashes instantly. The unique color of this mysterious ice is the ice cap and the ice coffin. It does not need other blessings. As long as the two pieces of black ice come into contact, they will automatically melt into one.

Once the ice cap is on, there is no chance to open it.

With a bang, the ice cover directly stuck to it, and Bingchen directly knelt down and worshiped deeply.

The ice coffin was sealed, and a generation of patriarchs slept here like this.

"Seven days taboo, after seven days, open the ancestral tomb and bury it in the ground." Bingchen said, and sent someone to carry the ice coffin into the lobby.

The current Bingchen has the aura of a patriarch and has matured a lot.

In the Snow Clan, the old patriarch passed away, and the only descendant of the patriarch disappeared mysteriously.

Although Bingchen has not officially handed over, he is the patriarch of the Snow Clan now. It is not that none of the four elders approve of Bingchen, and two of them are also Bing Aotian's confidantes. The momentum is also a blessing for Bingchen's handover.

"Patriarch, this clan has entered a new era. The seat of the fifth elder has been vacant for more than a hundred years. I think it is time to elect the fifth elder."

"Secondary, the seat of the Fifth Elder cannot be left vacant. I recommend Bingzhou. It is time for our elders to inject fresh blood. Bingzhou's strength will enter the second house of the third realm. He is extremely talented, resourceful, and clear-headed. It is more than enough to be the fifth elder, and it is also a blessing to have someone to support the patriarch."

These two are Bing Aotian's confidantes. There are five elders in the group of elders. Since the previous Fifth Elder, the patriarch of the Dongxue Clan, rebelled, the fifth elder's seat has been vacant. , swearing to defend Bingchen's position as patriarch to the death, while the other party tried every means to pull Bingchen from the position of patriarch.

This group of elders is precisely a mechanism that can restrict the patriarch. It can be said that whoever can control the fifth elder between the two parties can control the position of the patriarch.

If Bingzhou is allowed to take the position of the fifth elder, the matter of Bingchen being the patriarch is a certainty, and there is definitely no other way.

"Isn't that right? I don't think it's appropriate to rush to choose the fifth elder before the Patriarch's Ceremony has passed, and the new patriarch's handover ceremony has not yet begun."

"Yeah, besides, there are many candidates among the younger generation of our clan, so why choose Bingzhou? I think Binghao is very good."

"Nonsense, Binghao is your grandson, and the grandparent and grandson are both elders, which is a big disrespect."

"What's wrong, what's wrong with us being elders together."

Bingchen gave a cold drink and said, "Okay, we'll talk about the Fifth Elder later."

"Grand Festival, start!"

(End of this chapter)