The Moyuan Holy Clan has only thirty-six tribes.

For each tribe, there is only one chieftain.

That is to say, among the hundreds of millions of Demon Beast cultivators of the entire Moyuan Holy Clan, there are only a total of thirty-six chiefs.

Every chieftain is undoubtedly of a high status.

The middle-aged strong man in front of him turned out to be a chief.

Its aura is also very powerful.

Even if Lin Fan perceived it, he was afraid that there would be a trace of palpitations.

However, such a strong man actually saluted an old man who was dying and old?

Moreover, perceivingly, this old man doesn't seem to have the slightest cultivation!

This scene is really a bit weird.

If Lin Fan was here, he would definitely be surprised.

"Huh...... The Avalati tribe does not need to rush to help. Even if you want to help, it is not up to you to help, after all, the strength of your Ragulavakas tribe is only the weakest of the thirty-six tribes. The thin old man's voice was hoarse and gloomy, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Unspeakably horrible!

However, when he said the weakest word, he deliberately bit the word.

It seems that the strength of the Ragulavakas tribe is actually not the weakest, but the strongest.

It's just that whether this is the case, or the irony of this old man, is unpredictable.

But when the middle-aged strong man, that is, the chief of the Ragulavakas tribe, heard this, he smiled: "All this is the work of the high priest. ”

As soon as this phrase came out.

The power of the Ragulavakas tribe is clearly revealed.

The weakest part of these thirty-six tribes, in fact, should be the head of the thirty-six tribes!

It can only be said that it is too deeply hidden.

"Hehe, you don't have to flatter old age. The end of decay is approaching, and it is not far from falling. The thin old man smiled indifferently and said, "I support you Ragulavacas tribe, not really to support you, but to be able to overthrow the temple and destroy the temple!"

You don't know this. Therefore, these words do not need to be said in the future. ”

"The High Priest is serious. You have the grace of recreation for our thirty-six tribes, and even for the entire Moyuan Holy Clan. If it weren't for your words to wake up the people in their dreams, I'm afraid we would still be stupid and stupid to make cows and horses for the temple, from beginning to end, until death, in the dark.

No matter how much praise you enjoy, High Priest, it is definitely not a flattering word, but a treatment that your old man should enjoy. The middle-aged strong man hurriedly said.

The dignified chief of the Lagulavakas tribe, one of the thirty-six great masters of the Moyuan Holy Clan, actually admired this thin old man.

spread out, I am afraid that it will surprise countless people's eyes.

"Hehe, the grace of reinvention is really not to talk about. The old man just wanted to borrow the hands of the thirty-six tribes to seek justice from the temple. When the thin old man said this, there was a rare flash of coldness in his eyes that seemed to be about to dry up.

"High priest, rest assured, your old reinvention grace, we will not forget it, and it will definitely be the head of the high priest. As long as the high priest says a word, I will wait for my liver and brain to be ruined, and I will never give up. The middle-aged strong man immediately swore an oath.

Speaking of which.

The middle-aged strong man was a little tentative, glanced at the high priest, and said cautiously: "Lord High Priest, the little one has a look, I don't know, whether I should talk about it or not." ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. The thin old man smiled lightly: "What you want to ask should be the grudge between me and the old guys in the temple, right?"

"Exactly, I don't know if the High Priest can solve the confusion for a small one. The middle-aged strong man said cautiously.

"Hehe, it's not that this priest doesn't know about it. It's just that there are some things that are much happier than not knowing them. It's rare to be confused, and it's a blessing to be confused. When you take the temple and force out those old guys, you will know that there is a relationship between this priest and the temple. The thin old man said with deep eyes.

"Yes, small words, don't blame the High Priest. The middle-aged strong man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said.

"Hmm. The thin old man, who was revered as the high priest, nodded slightly, and did not say much.

"If the high priest is all right, then the younger one will stand down and go and prepare according to the plan. The middle-aged strong man asked.

The thin old man did not answer.

The middle-aged strong man's expression was slightly sluggish, he paused for a moment, and as soon as he gave up, he retreated.

Leaving the place where the high priest of the thin old man was, the middle-aged strong man felt a chill on his back and a cold sweat.

This high priest is terrible!

Although he has known this high priest for nearly a thousand years, he has never really understood the other party, and only feels that the other party is unfathomable.

Although he was honored as the chief of the Ragulavacas tribe, he did not dare to show the slightest disrespect in front of the high priest.

Because, what he has learned is clearly given by the Moyuan Temple.

But in fact, it is not Rongcui's.

What he learned, in fact, was taught by the high priest of the thin old man.

It's not just him.

This is true even for the remaining thirty-five tribal chieftains.

The chiefs of the Thirty-Six Tribes, to put it mildly, are just puppets, but nothing more than marionettes. The real controller is this high priest!

The countless tribes of the Moyuan Holy Clan, and even the thirty-six tribes, were just pawns of this high priest to deal with the Moyuan Temple.

The only people who know this are the Thirty-Six Tribal Chiefs and the War Kings.

Even if it is the Moyuan Temple, I am afraid that it may not be known that there is such a terrifying existence as the High Priest, lurking in the shadows, deliberately targeting them, right?

Of course.

The many chieftains and war kings of the Moyuan Holy Clan are also powerful beings with flesh and blood, and they are a kind of extremely strong cultivators, and they are not weak. They were willing to be a pawn of the high priest, and they were not without scheming.

Ants are still greedy!

What they covet is nothing more than a free and eternal life!

If it weren't for the high priest who found them and told them the conspiracy of the temple and the truth about Mo Yuan, I'm afraid they wouldn't know all this until now.

And everything the high priest said, they tried to verify.

In the end, it turned out that all of this was, as the high priest had said, a conspiracy of the Temple.

What is the holy land of the Moyuan Holy Clan?

Bullshit isn't!

The entire Mo Yuan was simply regarded by the temple as their breeding farm and slaughterhouse!

Everything can be killed!

When they figured it out, they were shocked, terrified, angry, and felt like their faith had collapsed. However, in the end, it was all certain.

With their abilities, there is no way to escape.

Only with this mysterious high priest, all the way to the dark, can there be a glimmer of hope.

And the high priest did not disappoint them.

Teach them all kinds of unique knowledge, and make them extremely powerful.

Compared to the previous ones, it is simply not the same.

The power is indescribable.

Even against some of the old guys who went to the temple, they even had the courage to fight each other.

But the more this was the case, the more they feared the high priest.

Although from the high priest's body, they have never felt any power of cultivation. However, how could the high priest really not have the slightest cultivation?

If you don't cultivate, how can you survive for so many years?

If you don't cultivate, how can you walk in Moyuan unharmed?

And how, avoiding the eyes and ears of the temple, calmly planned all this?

The High Priest is truly unfathomable.

Even, many chiefs believe that the high priest wants their lives, but at the thought of it, it can be done. Therefore, no one will disobey the high priest's command, and no one will dare to disobey it.

The high priest played a big game of chess with thirty-six tribes.

In one game, it is a big chess game to destroy the temple of Moyuan behemoth in one fell swoop!

Now, this big game of chess is about to be revealed.

The War King knew about the existence of the High Priest, but he was not qualified to participate in specific affairs, so he could only practice silently. However, the chiefs of the thirty-six tribes were one or two, extremely powerful, and even more aware of some of the plans of the high priest.

They were confident in subverting the Temple!

Only by destroying the temple can they have hope of winning immortality and freedom. From now on, life will no longer be controlled by others. As soon as he thought of this, the eyes of the middle-aged strong man couldn't help but flash a glimmer of hope.

But in the eyes of the thin old man, a trace of coldness flashed.

"Temple...... Hehe, there is some hatred, it's time to reckoning......" The thin old man sneered, like a cold wind blowing from hell.

......

Everything that happened to the Ragula Huakas tribe, Lin Fan naturally knew nothing.

Not to mention that this place where Moyuan is close to the point, it is incomparably vast, almost no less than the East Mansion, and the mental power cannot be so accessible, and everything is clear in every detail.

Even if he has this ability, among the thirty-six tribes, there are mysterious powers guarding and various magic circles to defend them.

Even if he was close at hand, it would be difficult for him to perceive it.

"Boom ......Rumble" Lin Fan controlled the Divine Soul Giant and cast the Dragon Teng Divine Technique, like the Divine Dragon Nine Heavens, reaching a kind of extreme speed, killing towards the Golf Avala Ci tribe.

All this made many tribal masters flicker.

You can't be wrong, it's really a pawn under the Temple!

Otherwise, if you are not a native of Moyuan and not a temple pawn, how can you know so clearly the location of the Avalati tribe?

All kinds of preparations are in full swing.

However, after receiving the order of the high priest, all the tribes had no intention of supporting the Avalati tribe.

And the respect of the chiefs of the thirty-six tribes has never really been taken into account by Lin Fan.

After all, the Avalac tribe is truly extraordinary.

Far from as weak as the temple imagined.

After all, the chief of the Avalati tribe was not just practicing the fragments of the exercises taught by the Moyuan Temple, but the powerful exercises given by the High Priest.

(End of chapter)