"Later, each of our high priests of the Sunnuma tribe would perform a divination with their own lives after waiting for the nine Jiazi, constantly completing the information about you left by the ancestors. The old man's eyes opened and he looked at Zhang Yuanhao deeply.

"My teacher, the last high priest of the tribe, did the same divination at the end of the ninth Jiazi of which he was a priest, and the result of his divination was that I finally waited for you. I waited five hundred and forty years with great hope, and just yesterday, on the last day of the ninth Jiazi, I performed a divination with the rest of my life with doubt. Then, I saw you, I saw your disciples, I saw the hope of the tribe!"

The old man looked a little excited, his cheeks flushed, his old body trembled slightly, and he said incoherently.

Montu on the side hurriedly came over to support the old man, but he politely refused.

"Zhang Yuanhao, you may still be wondering why our tribe has to spend such a big price to wait for you, right?" the old man slowly calmed down and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yuanhao nodded, feeling a little heavy.

"You don't have to doubt it, it's all worth it!" the old priest was obviously in a very happy mood, "All the efforts will eventually pay off, and the more than 20,000 years of dormancy of my Rinuma tribe have finally come to an end!"

"Zhang Yuanhao, I hope you can grant me a request!" the old man said with a ruddy face and a little pleading.

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly said: "Seniors, please speak, I will do my best in the future!"

"Your achievements in the future must not be what you can imagine now, I hope that one day in the future, when my Sunmaru tribe suffers a catastrophe, you can try your best to pull us along, it will be enough!"

Zhang Yuanhao's expression was dazed, and he said: "If there is really that day, I will definitely not stand idly by!"

The old priest smiled and nodded, then turned his head to look at Long Xin, who was sitting quietly on the side: "This child's spirituality is extraordinary, if possible, I hope to pass on all the things I have learned to her!"

Onslaught!

A look of ecstasy appeared on Zhang Yuanhao's face, and he agreed without thinking about it: "Since the predecessor has this idea, it is Long Xin's honor!"

It's a send-off!

This trip is really dangerous, Long Xin's strength is low, and he can't protect himself at a critical moment, Zhang Yuanhao is worried about how to settle Long Xin, and Mondol came to such a sentence, which not only solved the problem of Long Xin's safety, but also got the mantle inheritance of a mysterious powerhouse.

Although Mondol seems to be just a dying old man on the surface, the person who can become a high priest of the tribe should at least be a monk in the realm of divine power, that is, in the realm of foundation building, and it can also be said that it is a blessing to be able to get the lifelong learning of such a monk.

What's more, this Sunnuma tribe once gave birth to a powerful power that surpassed the Yuan Infant Realm, and the tribal inheritance must be extraordinary.

"That's fine!" said the old man Mondol grinning, "In that case, the old man will remove another trouble for you!"

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to ask, he saw that the old priest's eyes were shining, extremely bright, shining like stars in the night sky, and the endless starry sky seemed to be reflected in his eyes, mysterious and unpredictable.

Suddenly, the old man stretched out his empty hand, and the food chopsticks on the table stood up one after another, forming a circle. Its dry fingers trembled slightly, and the food chopsticks trembled slightly, as if it had a bit of rhythm.

"Nine yuan trapped formation, get up!"

The old man chanted in his mouth, his palm was pinned, and a luster suddenly lit up on the nine food chopsticks on the table, and an obscure rune chain composed of spiritual power firmly tied the nine food chopsticks together, like a cage.

Zhang Yuanhao and Long Xin looked at it vigorously, especially Long Xin, who put his little head up, and his eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance.

Rumble!

There was a sudden loud noise outside the house, the air was faintly vibrating, and with a roar, the violent spiritual power fluctuations spread, and Zhang Yuanhao actually felt a little familiar.

With a wave of his hand, the wooden door was opened, and then he said with a smile: "Protector Zhang, this can be regarded as a gift from my Sunmarsh tribe to you!"

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned for a moment, then got up and walked out of the wooden house.

Outside the village, there is a lush forest with lush foliage. Now, in the middle of the woods, nine trees rise to the sky, almost growing to a height of hundreds of feet, and even the birds have to go around. Jiumu is like a prison, countless golden spiritual power words tie it together, flowing non-stop, obscure and mysterious, among which there is a black figure, bursting out of the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and the royal envoy is a spiritual halberd, setting off a surging wave of spiritual power, bombarding the golden words fiercely, but there is not even a trace of waves.

"It's that person!"

Long Xin pointed at the black figure and shouted. The small mouth pursed slightly, and there was a trace of annoyance in the beautiful eyes. She still remembered that day, this person humiliated Zhang Yuanhao fiercely, making her heart uncomfortable.

Zhang Yuanhao also recognized it, this person was Fang He, the Qiyunmen foundation building monk who angrily scolded him in the thousands of miles of Fusha River that day, and he vaguely felt that he was being spied on by him that day, but he didn't expect him to follow all the way, Zhang Yuanhao didn't notice it at all.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind my back, if I hadn't stayed in the Sunnuma Tribe, I'm afraid that I wouldn't have realized that I was being followed by this person now, and the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Bastard!" Fang He's tone was gloomy, "A small tribe would dare to imprison the monks of Qi Tianmen. What about the High Priest, come out to me!"

"The old decay is here!"

Mondol came out of the hut tremblingly, and Montu carefully guarded the former, as if he were afraid that the former would be toppled by a gust of wind.

"Oh!" Fang He's eyes rolled, and he said in a sinister manner, "What do you mean, don't you release me right away!"

Mondol waved his hand to disperse the onlookers, and then paced slowly to Zhang Yuanhao's side with his hands behind his back: "Protector Zhang, don't you ask him why he keeps following you?"

Zhang Yuanhao nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Fang, dare to ask why you want to follow my master and apprentice all the way?"

Fang He's eyes flashed fiercely: "I suspect that you stole the goods of our Cloud Business Alliance, so I followed you quietly, but now that I find out that it was a misunderstanding, please Zhang Xiaoyou release me quickly!"

Zhang Yuanhao smiled noncommittally, his spiritual sense suddenly dispersed, and when he saw the luck behind Fang He, he was slightly taken aback.

He had seen the luck of more than one foundation building monk, but it was the first time he had seen such a strong foundation building realm.

The Qi Luck Seed behind Fang He had already spread extremely deep in its roots, and the entire seed was wrapped in a rich green mang, reflecting his body. Zhang Yuanhao stole the luck of the wooden box, and devoured Lu Jiansheng's cyan luck, now his luck is stronger than the ordinary foundation building realm, but compared to Fang He, it is still far from comparable.