Nine suns stepping on the sky

dominate?The high priest said, this is the master...our master!Under the altar, the hesitant and helpless members of the Chiyan tribe seemed to have found their backbone. From the deepest part of their hearts, they burst out with endless excitement and ecstasy. They knelt down and chanted in the air.

"The supreme ruler, you represent the supreme power, and any existence that violates you will be judged and punished!"

"Your believers will spread your brilliance, and will let you walk in this world in the coming day, just like walking in your country!"

The surging power of faith enveloped Mo Yu, and his whole body was warm and smooth, which made him sure that the Chiyan tribe was indeed his believer. What surprised him even more was that there were quite a few fanatics among them!

His eyes swept away and fell on the high priest. He prostrated himself on the ground with great respect and kept kissing the ground. His old face was mixed with blood and tears. He was almost insane, but he conveyed the most and purest power of faith.

With a slight thought, Mo Yu stepped forward and came to him, "My most devout believer, get up, I have something to ask you."

The high priest was so excited that he almost fainted. He could hear such a gentle voice from the master. He felt that even if he died now, he would have no regrets.

But now, he can't die yet, because Lord Master has something to answer for him!

Staggering to get up, the high priest wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, his voice trembling, "My lord, your concern, I will have endless words."

With a wave of Mo Yu's hand, the wound on his forehead healed in an instant, and the scar fell off. Except for the slightly fresher skin, there was no trace of injury at all.

If this is the case, most ordinary monks can do it, but what makes the high priest tremble is that he feels the infusion of life breath, and the aging and decaying body actually feels the long-lost vitality.

This is the gift of the Lord!

The high priest prostrated himself on his knees, reciting songs of praise aloud.

This breath of life is Mo Yu's reverse return from the undead world, and the rest of the condensed body gifted by the living world, even if it is not sent out, it will soon dissipate on its own.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. This is a derivative of the low-level belief. It uses repeated praises and chants to brainwash and make believers gradually become more pious.

With the power of [Xianghuo Dao], there is no need for these at all. As long as believers know who Mo Yu is and recognize him from the heart, they will continue to generate faith power.

Seeing the great priest talking endlessly, like once a year, Mo Yu had no choice but to interrupt him in a gentle tone.

The way of faith is cultivating believers. Any believer is a source of power. Although it is too small to mention, it is the accumulation of countless believers that can gather into a tide of power that sweeps everything.

Maintaining the greatest tolerance and patience with believers is one of the criteria for monks who step into the path of faith.

The high priest stopped in a hurry and apologized repeatedly, without any dissatisfaction because he was interrupted.These are the lovely fanatics, they are extremely devout to the master, completely obey the will of the master, and even sacrifice their own lives.

Mo Yu smiled, "You are from the Chiyan clan, but I have never been here, how did you become my believers?"

The high priest took a deep breath. In his opinion, the master asked a very serious question. If they couldn't explain clearly, their identities would not be recognized.

Without the acknowledgment of the Lord, they will not be able to become His believers, nor will they be able to obtain His protection.

The chaotic logic is the unanimous thought of the Chiyan tribe including the chief priest. They have been helpless for too long, and they have just experienced the threat of the destruction of the tribe just a moment ago, so they regard the sudden appearance of Mo Yu as the only one who can rely on existence.

"The Chiyan people have always believed in volcanoes, and they have inherited and multiplied here for countless years. Until not long ago, I suddenly felt the existence of the master. You are calling us, and it seems that you need our help. I led the people to build This altar is dedicated to your pious faith." The high priest spoke seriously, but he was a little apprehensive in his heart, this matter seemed weird and unbelievable.

What the Chiyan people have always believed in is the volcano under their feet. How could they suddenly change their beliefs, but this is the truth.Unless Lord Master is the incarnation of a volcano, if that's the case... the high priest's heart beats, perhaps the desperate situation of the decline of the blood of the Chiyan clan can be saved.

But what exactly is still waiting for the judgment of Lord Juggernaut, all the members of the Chiyan clan held their breath, their expressions extremely tense.

Mo Yu's mind turned, and he figured out the twists and turns almost instantly. The reason why the Chiyan tribe suddenly became his believers must be related to the body sleeping under the volcano. The god of fire should be the key to it!

The so-called gods are originally evolved from beliefs, and it is not surprising that the godhead has the function of cohesive beliefs.

Then think about it again, when I condensed the seeds of faith in the outer domain, the pure faith I suddenly received should come from the Chiyan tribe.

Mo Yu secretly sighed in his heart. When he was seriously injured and almost collapsed, he had to find a nearby volcano to stabilize his injury. Who would have thought that it would extend so much. The changes in the world are really wonderful.

He remained silent, but caused the high priest to suffer a lot. Seeing the change of expression on Mo Yu's face, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

The Chiyan Clan must not lose the protection of the ruler, otherwise, even if they survive today's catastrophe, the patriarch and the [-] clan army will die in battle, just like losing their fangs and claws, and will soon be eaten up by the "beasts" surrounding them !

The great priest gritted his teeth, and fell to his knees with a "puff", "Master Juggernaut, please don't expect too much from your followers, the Chiyan tribe is willing to sacrifice everything for you!"

The flustered members of the Chiyan tribe kept kowtowing and worshiping. After experiencing ups and downs from despair to hope, their hearts were already extremely fragile.

Mo Yu came back to his senses, with a trace of apology in his eyes, and with a wave of his sleeves, all the members of the Chiyan tribe under the altar were supported by a gentle force.

"But all my believers will be protected by me, and you are no exception."

The great priest was ecstatic and burst into tears, "You are supreme, the king of kings, the incarnation of heaven and earth, and our eternal belief!"

"You are our eternal belief!"

The rolling sound echoed, and Mo Yu suddenly discovered that the power of faith erupted by the Chiyan tribe had suddenly increased a lot and became more pure.

This means that he has more fanatics, which is really an unexpected gain!

Mo Yu nodded with satisfaction in his heart, and waved his hand, "Go down, all of you, and appease the people so that they don't have to panic."

"Yes, my master." The excited and ecstatic Chiyan clansman stepped back from the altar respectfully.

The great priest was at the end, hesitant to speak.

Mo Yu glanced at him, "Don't worry about the Fire Clan, just go."

"Your power is unrivaled!" The high priest praised and left with peace of mind.

Mo Yu glanced at the altar, did not stay here, took a step forward and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already in the deepest part of the volcano.

In the tumbling magma, the body of the body in a black robe seemed to be sleeping.