The Miao people gathered outside the courtyard took the initiative to make a way, and another big man from the Miao land came in person.

Another group of twenty clan witch guards appeared outside the courtyard, with uniform black clothing, uniform swords, and a unified silver medal around their necks, symbolizing their status.

The first to appear in everyone's field of vision were the ten clan witch guards who opened the way, following the path opened up by the retreat of the clansmen, and entered the courtyard quickly and steadily.

The formation of the opening path dispersed, and ten clan witch guardians surrounded Hanmo's team in the center of the courtyard.

Han Mo was suspicious for a while, in the Heishui River, wantonly resisting the besieging clan witch guards, there will be no more than two people with this kind of strength and courage, and they are all big people on the banks of the Heishui River. That Great Witch has been living in the bamboo building for a long time and has not gone out.

He noticed the silver medal on the neck of the Wu Wei who besieged his group, and it was another four words that resounded through Miao Jiang, 'Zongzheng Qingrong'.

He was stunned, the meaning of this period was too complicated, and it was no longer something that a person of his status could deal with.

Sure enough, the big man at the back end slowly stepped forward and walked into the courtyard under the escort of ten clan witch guards.

She is Mo Yu, a middle-aged woman, with a peaceful and kind face, and is a priest respected by the clan, and the Miao people of Heishui River affectionately call her Aunt Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's neck, like the witch guards of all clans, wore the silver medal that showed the honor of Miao Di's identity, and wrote 'Zongzheng Qingrong'.

She is one of the only two clan witches on the banks of the Heishui River, the closest disciple of Zongzheng Qingrong, and the successor of the mantle of the clan witch in the future.

Now, she also visits the compound in person. The situation is becoming more complex.

Mo Yu looked tired, his head was slightly raised, his red lips seemed to be open, and he first nodded to Hongliang, who was the high priest, to show respect. Her slightly meaningful gaze lingered in front of Han Mo, although they were both priests, they were still different in terms of cultivation strength.

Mo Yu's ability is even more unfathomable, she is already infinitely close to the existence of the High Priest, and she may only be one step away from reaching the top to become the fourth High Priest on the banks of the Blackwater River, becoming the existence of a guard.

Han Mo was stunned by Mo Yu, the coercion brought by this strength gap was deeply penetrating, and that gaze was like a torch, as if Mo Yu was already the high priest.

Hongliang has long been in the position of high priest, and it has become a habit to freely collect and release momentum, and Hongliang brings more kindness and warmth to the clansmen. And Mo Yu is different, Hanmo even has the illusion that Mo Yu brings him far more fear than Hongliang.

Aunt Mo Yu rarely spoke, and this time, she wouldn't say much. She likes to solve problems neatly and her time is valuable. A silver nameplate immediately appeared in Mo Yu's palm.

Over the years, Mo Yu has long been equivalent to Zongzheng Qingrong in the minds of the clansmen, because Zongzheng Qingrong has not gone out for many years, and the most important disciple of the clan witch will be the successor of the clan witch in the future.

The higher Mo Yu's status in Heishui River, her appearance will be like the silver medal of the clan witch, she herself is the symbol of the clan witch, symbolizing the presence of the clan witch, and her words and deeds directly represent the identity and status of the clan witch.

Just like the silver medal in Ram Yu's hand, Mo Yu is also holding a silver medal of the clan witch, the difference is that the silver medal is engraved with another well-known name.

Two of the most powerful dead objects on the banks of the Heishui River appeared in the courtyard of the high priest of Hongliang at the same time. The onlookers of the Heishui River clan were stunned, they were even starting to be a little confused, what happened today, the clan witch guards of the Ram family came, and then the clan witch guards of the clan politicians on the bluestone road also came.

Hanmo greeted him respectfully and said, Aunt Mo Yu.

Although this woman is a few points younger than himself, Heishuihe has always been respected for strength, he does not dare to make a mistake in front of Mo Yu, and his respect for Mo Yu is even higher than that of Hongliang. Mo Yu will be the one who will inherit the position of the clan witch of Zongzheng Qingrong in the future.

Gong Yang Yu naturally knew the people who came, but Mo Yu rarely walked around among the people every day, and he only heard of Aunt Mo Yu's statement.

He prides himself on being the young master of the clan witch family, and Hongliang still doesn't take it seriously, let alone a Mo Yu who is worthy of the priestly level. He looked at the other party playfully, he wanted to know what Mo Yu could do when he came at this time.

Mo Yu said with regret, there were only four words between his lips, "Let them go." ”

The words were like thunder, and they exploded in this courtyard in an instant. The people immediately started to talk about it, after all, Aunt Mo Yu represented the attitude of Zongzheng Qingrong, and there was a gap between the two clan witches, which was an absolute matter on the banks of the Heishui River.

The same sound also fell into the ears of the two family witch guards present, fell into Han Mo's ears, and even more stirred in the heart of Ram Yu. His face grew colder, and the clouds covered his side.

Why, the same person from the clan witch family, the ram clan witch is his own grandfather, not your dog of the sect politician.

"Impossible." There was resolute anger in Ram Yu's voice, and his words were equally concise, more than Mo Yu.

Han Mo's mind on the side suddenly sank, and he secretly said bitterly, the young master didn't understand Mo Yu's temperament, her anger had long been gone, she was an absolute sect ruler and a decisive priest. Beneath the benevolent face, there is a cold heart.

Mo Yu's entourage has been with him for many years, and he has already understood Aunt Mo Yu's words, and he is not allowed to greet him. The sharp blades beside them were decisively unsheathed, they represented the glory of the clan and the witch family, and they could not tolerate the slightest veto and resistance, even the young master of the Ram family.

Han Mo swallowed a puff of saliva into his dry throat, and the small courtyard was crowded with witch guards holding scimitars, scimitars unsheathed, and the cold light of the blades reflected the cold killing intent between each other.

"Mo Yu, you dare, this is the matter of the Ram family, you a little priest dares to intervene to stop it, don't think that with the protection of the clan witch, you can act recklessly, I will be afraid of you."

Ram Yu was awe-inspiring, but he forgot that his own identity was even lower, he was just a Gu master, throwing away his identity and family background, and being inconspicuous among the Miao people in Heishui River. He forgot even more that he himself was protected by the shadow of the clan witch ram and his ancestors.

"You don't have the qualifications to teach me how to do things." This is the common pride of the Miao people on the banks of the Heishui River, especially the ram Yu.

Mo Yu turned around indifferently, she has a habit of cleanliness, she can't bear to see the blood of her clan, she is not used to smelling the smell of human blood.

This is a habit she has developed over the years, and the clan witch guards who come with her are all aware of her habits, she has not given a single order, she has already used her movements to show her posture at this time. Aunt Mo Yu meant to kill them all.

She didn't care about the identity of the clan witch guards of the Ram family, she didn't care about the priesthood of Hanmo, and she didn't care about the life and death of the children of the family on the banks of the Heishui River, she was fearless, and this was her temperament, her temper.

Mo Yu doesn't need to rely on anyone, and she doesn't care about any revenge, she only obeys Zongzheng Qingrong, and she is only loyal to the Great Witch in that bamboo building.