Nine suns stepping on the sky

Sang Muya's small mouth couldn't help growing, her eyes were wide open, and her heart beat wildly when she looked at the tall figure beside her.It's only been less than a month, and his strength is more than ten times stronger than when he killed the wild dragon that day!Just raising his hand casually, he defeated Sangjin directly.

She didn't think that Mo Yu's cultivation had skyrocketed to such a level in such a short period of time. Obviously, he had been hiding his true strength before.

Thinking of this, Sang Muya rejoiced. Fortunately, they were sincere enough that day. Otherwise, such a strong outsider with dragon-like luck would be willing to condescend to become a priest of the Heiman tribe.At least he had to be a high priest to be in line with his status.

Her gaze was filled with splendor for a moment.

At this moment, an angry shout rang out, "Where are the monks from the outside world, dare to come to my Heiman tribe to be presumptuous, and you can't find death!"

Before the words fell, a huge hoof print suddenly appeared, which was more than ten miles in size, and went straight to Mo Yu.

A mockery flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, and he raised his hand and punched out.

boom--

With a loud noise, the ground under his feet shattered, and his body did not move, but the huge hoof prints he stepped on were shattered alive.

The figure of a barbarian old man with a strong body like a bear burst back, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

He forcibly stopped his figure with one step, but before he could continue to strike, a voice sounded from here, "Grand Priest of Golmud, please stop, this person is a distinguished guest of my Heiman tribe."

Swah——

A figure suddenly appeared here, although he was dressed in simple barbarian clothing, but there was a supreme domineering arrogance wearing on him.

With a faint smile on his rough face at this moment, he cupped his hands and said, "This must be fellow Taoist Mo Yu. I heard Sang Muya mention it the other day, and I don't want to hear about it. It's better to meet him. Fellow Daoist's demeanor is really extraordinary!"

Sang Muya whispered: "Mo Yu, this is my father, Sang Xiaotian, the current patriarch of the Heiman tribe."

Mo Yu nodded slightly, cupped his hands and returned the salute, "I have met Patriarch Sang."

"Today's matter is all a misunderstanding, please give me some face, let's just expose it." Sang Xiaotian smiled heartily, his eyes swept over both sides.

Mo Yu didn't care about this at all, and said, "Everything is under the arrangement of Patriarch Sang."

Golmud's face became even more ugly, but when the patriarch came forward, he had to back down, "I would like to obey the patriarch's order! The young disciple Sangjin was seriously injured. I will take him to heal his wounds first, and then I will leave!" Qi Sangjin roared away.

Sang Xiaotian smiled, and didn't care about his actions, and stretched out his hand to pretend to speak, "Fellow Daoist Mo Yu, please follow me into the Black Man tribe."

Mo Yu glanced at him calmly. All the previous events might have happened before his eyes. This person deliberately waited until now to show up, obviously to test his strength.

But he won't point it out, nodded, and entered the Black Man tribe.

Sang Xiaotian smiled immediately, and looked at Mo Yu more highly. Most powerful people in this world have arrogance, so it is very rare to behave like Mo Yu.

For a while, his tone became a little more friendly.

The two chatted, and soon came to the deepest part of the Heiman tribe. This is the place where the patriarch and a group of elders live. Although the building is still a bit simple, it has a quaint atmosphere.

The three of them entered the main hall, took their seats as the guest of honor, and chatted a few more words. Sang Xiaotian straightened his expression and said solemnly: "I heard from Mu Ya'er earlier that Fellow Daoist Mo Yu would like to be a priest of our Heiman tribe. I don't know if the agreement will be honored." efficient?"

Mo Yu nodded and said, "Of course it works, Mo Mou's trip is to accomplish this."

"Okay!" Sang Xiaotian was overjoyed, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

He practiced some kind of secret method, although he couldn't directly observe people's luck, but he could feel some sense of it.This Mo Yu's luck is unimaginably powerful, even more vigorous than what Sang Muya said!With him joining, the luck of the Heiman tribe will definitely be more prosperous!

"It's getting late today. Fellow Daoist Mo Yu, please rest for a while. Tomorrow, I will call all the clan elders to hold a great sacrificial ceremony for you."

The chief priest has the same status as the patriarch, but also above the patriarch, and is the most honorable position in the Heiman tribe.

Of course, this is also because Mo Yu has shown enough strength, otherwise he would not be so valued.

Mo Yu knew this well and nodded in agreement.

……

"Mo Yu, after the ceremony tomorrow, I will address you as the great priest, and I can no longer be so casual in the future." The two were walking on the way to Mo Yu's residence, when Sang Muya suddenly spoke, with a slight sadness on his face.Her bright eyes fell on Mo Yu's face, showing undisguised admiration.

The barbarians always take the matter of men and women simple, and dare to reveal it as long as they like it.But don't think that they are very casual about this. Most of the barbarians are loyal to the end. Even if their partner dies, most of them will choose to be lonely for a lifetime.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, he was silent for a while, and said: "In the future, you will still call me Mo Yu."

Sang Muya was slightly stunned, and then his eyes became more sad, and he forced a smile, "Okay."

After that, the two of them didn't say much, and the atmosphere became a little more awkward. It wasn't until they watched Mo Yu enter the courtyard that Sang Muya showed a wry smile on his pretty face.

Such people are dragons and phoenixes, and they really put all their heart on cultivation, and have no idle time to covet men and women.

She shook her head, turned and left.

……

In the courtyard, there was nothing wrong with his spiritual sense, so Mo Yu entered the room and sat cross-legged.

With the improvement of his cultivation base, his strength has become stronger and stronger, and things like Sang Muya will never be less in the future.

After all, there is no girl who is not pregnant, and does not hope that she can find a strong support.

But his heart is still calm.

If you can't even resist this temptation, what qualifications do you have to climb to the peak of strength.

With his eyes closed, Mo Yu began to practice.

……

"Great priest!" Golmud's face was gloomy, "Are you sure the news is correct?"

The kneeling barbarian monk said respectfully, "This matter has been told to all the tribal elders."

It is a foregone conclusion to tell the elders of the clan. After tomorrow's ceremony, Mo Yu will become the high priest of the Heiman tribe, with the same status as him.

hateful!

Glancing at Sanjin who was lying on the bed, still unconscious, Golmud's eyes were full of anger.

He didn't care about the cause of the matter, the key was that his most valued disciple was seriously injured and couldn't get the price back, how could he swallow it in one breath.

Golmud's face was gloomy, and the cold light in his eyes was like two will-o'-the-wisps, "You want to be a high priest, but you have to ask the old man whether you agree or not!"

……

Silent all night.

At dawn, Mo Yu opened his eyes on time, and Sang Muya was already waiting outside with a dozen barbarian maids.

Good-bye, this barbarian girl was not embarrassed, her demeanor was a little more distant, and she directed a group of maids to help Mo Yu wash and change clothes, and burn incense to fumigate her body.

The whole process is extremely complicated, but it is a barbarian rule to show respect for the beast god.

When everything was finished and it was almost noon, Mo Yu reappeared outside the courtyard, wearing a full set of barbarian high priest costumes, and his overall temperament seemed even more outstanding.The young and beautiful barbarian maids on both sides have hot eyes.

Sang Muya smiled wryly, even if she couldn't attract Mo Yu's attention, what can you do?

She stepped forward and said respectfully, "Lord Mo Yu, it's almost time, please come with me."

Mo Yu nodded, followed behind her, and walked towards the Beast God Hall of the Heiman Tribe.

The canonization of the great priest is also a great event for the Heiman tribe. All the people in the tribe were summoned to stand on both sides of the road, with respect in their eyes.

Soon, the Beast God Hall arrived, and Sang Muya turned and retreated to the side, saying: "I can only bring you here, please enter the hall alone."

Mo Yu's gaze swept away. Although the strong men of the Black Man tribe were holding back their auras, he still felt more than a dozen tyrannical auras in the temple, each of which was an existence of the emperor rank!After a short pause, he stepped into it.

With the sound of "squeak", the door of the main hall was closed, and Sang Muya couldn't help letting out a soft sigh when he watched his figure disappear.

In the hall, Sang Xiaotian stood at the head, and not far away was Golmud who was dressed in the costume of a great priest. At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed, and he did not open them even when Mo Yu came.

Further down, there are fourteen clan elders, each of them opened and closed their eyes with a surge of divine light. At this moment, their gazes converged, all of them with scrutiny.

Mo Yu's expression was calm, and despite these gazes looking up and down, he remained motionless like a rock in the sea.

"Fellow Daoist Mo Yu is here." Sang Xiaotian coughed lightly, his eyes swept left and right, "This is the new high priest of our Heiman tribe. I will greet the statue of the beast god and complete today's ceremony."

The elders of the left and right clans have been informed, seeing that Mo Yu is doing well, no one will speak up.

Sang Xiaotian nodded in satisfaction, and was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from beside him, "Wait a minute!"

He frowned secretly, but didn't show it on the surface, turned around and said, "What's the matter with the high priest?"

Golmud opened his eyes and took a cold look, "This old man opposes Mo Yu becoming the great priest of the Heiman Tribe!"

Although the chief priest is not a direct lineage force of the tribe, but his status is respected, so speaking of it is naturally of great weight, and the faces of the elders of the tribe suddenly changed.

Sang Xiaotian frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Maybe the high priest gave a good reason?"

"It's very simple. I don't think Mo Yu has enough cultivation to serve as a high priest." Golmud's eyes flashed fiercely, "Unless he can show the strength that I can convince the old man, otherwise I, Golmud, refuse to serve as a black man with him." Great Tribal Priest!"

If you don't serve as the high priest of the Heiman tribe with Mo Yu, you naturally mean that there is him without me, and there is me without him!This is the naked threat.

Sang Xiaotian's face darkened, and he became a little more angry, but he held back and didn't attack.Although Golmud is not as strong as him, he is also the third strongest in the Heiman tribe. If he loses him, the tribe's strength will inevitably be damaged.

The elders of the Fangfang tribe looked at each other with hesitation in their eyes. They didn't know Mo Yu's strength, so they naturally didn't want to lose a top emperor-level priest to the tribe because of him.

"Patriarch, it's better to discuss this matter at a long-term perspective." The elder of the first clan took a look at Mo Yu and spoke slowly. He had a high prestige among the elders of the clan, and his opening at this moment immediately attracted everyone's second opinion.

"Yes, the ceremony can be held after the matter is settled properly."

"How honorable is the status of the great priest, today's ceremony is indeed a bit hasty."

"Please be careful with the patriarch!"

Several respected clan elders spoke one after another, and even Sang Xiaotian felt a burst of pressure.

Golmud's face was calm, but he sneered in his heart. He looked at Mo Yu with an open mockery.

The old man won't let you be this great priest, so what can you do?