Called a child by a child, and let him go home to wash and sleep? What does this mean? Are you laughing at his smell? Ma Xian was so angry that his face was contorted.
"This is a root curse. The medium of the curse is in my hands. Do you want to use force to snatch it? Even if you can snatch it, it doesn't count as your ability to sacrifice!" In order to make it more difficult for Yan Mo, Ma Xian insisted Shamelessly blocking the easiest path to crack.
The curse witch curled his lips in disdain, isn't it just that there is a lack of a medium, just watch, my apprentice's method of lifting the curse will surprise you to death!
Yan Mo opened his mouth, as if surprised, "Oh, how can this be?"
"Why not? I'm a tester, so I'll do it if I say yes!" Ma Xian didn't intend to lose face, anyway, their Kuipa lineage had long been enmity with the curse witch.
"Then can you tell me, what curse did you put on my guard?" Yan Mo thought, the other party is Wucheng's envoy after all, and he will give Wucheng a little face if he doesn't give the other party face, as long as this person is willing to be a little less so Be aggressive.
But Ma Xian thought that Yan Mo was not very capable. Seeing his questioning with a smile on his face, he thought that the other party couldn't undo the curse, and immediately laughed and said: "Boy, if you don't try to find a way, that soldier of yours will die. Let's say it first, this time It's a test for you, if you can't solve it, the soldier deserves it right after he dies!"
Yan Mo put away his smile, since this person doesn't leave any room for things, then he doesn't need to show this person any more face.
Seeing that the witch's expression was wrong, Lu Shi was afraid that the witch would take revenge, so he hurriedly said, "Little priest, listen carefully, there are two tests, your guard is poisoned and cursed, if you can lift it , even if you pass the test. If you think you can’t do it, we will immediately lift the curse and poison on that soldier.”
Unexpectedly, Ma Xian smiled slyly: "No! It can't be lifted. This is a death curse I just learned from the High Priest Quipa. The High Priest Quipa may have a way to break it, but I can't."
Now Lu Shi was speechless.
The witch sneered.
Yan Mo looked at Ma Xian without any warmth. He could use Faith Points to lift Ding Ning's curse, but now he decided not to use this easiest method.
Ma Xian smiled smugly at Yan Mo. He wished that it was the little priest who cursed just now, but he was afraid of witches after all. Considering that the little priest was probably a disciple of witches, he did not dare to speak directly to him. Do it, but choose the guard. However, he didn't hold back from the guard. What he cast was one of the most powerful curses he had just learned. The poison was also an upgraded version of another high-level god attendant. He didn't lie before. It really cannot be lifted, and now he wants to see how far this young boy can do it.
The atmosphere here is getting tense.
The soldier buried in the soil on the other side asked for help. From the perspective of the other three fighters, this was the test of force. Jiuyuan had already passed the test, so they no longer stood idly by. Two soldiers walked over to help the soldier out of trouble, laughing at him in a low voice.
But as soon as the two soldiers touched the soil with their hands, they realized that something was wrong. There was no soil, it was clearly an extremely hard stone. But just as they were about to break the stone, the stone turned into soft soil in an instant, and the soldier was automatically spit out.
The three fighters were shocked, not because the rock turned into soil, but because of the speed, and the soil controller was still some distance away from them. What kind of fine manipulation is needed to achieve this level
It's like it's easy for a fire control fighter to burn a person to death, but it's as difficult for him to surround a person with fire from a distance without hurting him at all.
The stocky soldier who had been standing beside Lu Shi without making a move looked at Yuan Zhan with some surprise and obvious appreciation.
Laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway. Others may only think this change is miraculous, but as high-level fighters, they understand how difficult it is.
The short and sturdy warrior nodded slightly to Yuan Zhan, "You are very good, I, Chang Ge, the guardian warrior of Wucheng Temple. Are you the leader of Jiuyuan?"
Yuan Zhan turned his gaze to Chang Ge, and after a while, he seemed to see something, and nodded to the short and sturdy soldier, "Chief Jiuyuan, Yuan Zhan."
"Jiuyuan's military force test passed." Chang Ge announced in a flat voice, and at the same time continued: "Now look at your priest, is he really your priest?"
It's no wonder Chang Ge was also suspicious, it was because Yan Mo's face was too tender.
The corners of Yuan Zhan's lips curled up, "Of course."
While Yuan Zhan and Chang Ge were talking, Yan Mo was already mentally prepared.
There is no way, dancing in public is too shameful, Yan Mo really doesn't want to dance in front of others if it is not necessary.
But after years of verification, this is the best way for him to break and resist the curse, because for some reason, his soul power radiates the most and uses it best when dancing.
In order to ensure the sense of mystery and remove the poison from Ding Ning's body, Yan Mo first took out two braziers and placed them on Ding Ning's head and feet, and then put some symptomatic medicine in them, signaling Ding Fei to ignite them.
This is not a necessary process, everything is to cover up the power of the real sacrificial dance.
As soon as the medicine in the two braziers was ignited, purple smoke rose slowly.
As the smoke drifted away, the expressions of most people present became a little dreamy.
The curse witch took the time to run to the side and pulled a few handfuls of long grass and stuffed them into Yan Mo's hands. Yan Mo's expression froze for a moment, and he took it.
Too bad there's no dry ice, otherwise the smoke would work better. Yan Mo sighed, held the long grass, and slowly stretched his limbs around Ding Ning in the smoke, singing and dancing.
Song is singing, dance is slow dance.
"The land of Jiuyuan is protected by the gods of the ancestors. I silently accept the mandate of heaven and serve as a priest. I worship the gods of the ancestors and all the spirits. The resentful spirits hidden in the soul of human Ding Ning, please listen to my call."
What is the curse
The witch said: Curses are formed based on drugs, environment, climate, the soul power of the caster, the power borrowed by the caster, and psychological hints to the cursed.
Of course, his original words were not like this, but after being straightened out by Yan Mo, he understood it this way.
What to do if you want to break the curse
The cursed witch said: It is not a real cursed witch, it will only deal with it according to the appearance. But for a real curse witch, he will sneak into the soul of the cursed person first, find the cursed wraith, if the cursed wraith is not strong, he will directly attack the wraith, and eliminate it from the root. If the cursed wraith is very powerful, then find a way to counteract this power.
Yan Mo understood this cursed wraith as a lesion hiding in the spiritual world of a person.
And what he has to do is to remove or dissolve the lesion.
No curse medium
It doesn't matter, Ma Xian will regret it later why he held on to that puppet stained with Ding Ning's blood!
"O resentful spirit hidden in the soul of human Ding Ning, please listen to my call." Yan Mo chanted the same words three times.
But that cursed wraith is indeed Ma Xian's most powerful curse method. Hearing such a tempting voice, he couldn't help but not come out.
Very good, hope you don't regret it!
Yan Mo changed her dance steps and the words of the sacrifice, "All the spirits on this mountain, please listen to my call."
Yan Mo danced around Ding Ning's body, flicking his body with the long grass in his hands from time to time.
"Bell—" The clear and spiritual sound like the chime of a temple rang in Yan Mo's ears again.
Yan Mo's eyes were half-closed, and he naturally uttered an ancient chant that was different from the common language: "Come, come, I'm here, let me see you."
Ding Ning suddenly sat up, no, it should be said that the human figure formed by his soul and spiritual power sat up.
"My lord!" Ding Ning turned his head to look around, and saw his hands passing through his body in amazement.
"Ding Ning, tell me your pain."
"My lord, I..." Ding Ning touched his heart, frowned and said, "My lord, it hurts here, it seems like something is gnawing at my heart."
Yan Mo's body dancing suddenly became faster.
There was laughter in his ears, "Come on, we're here, we like you, what do you want us to do?"
"Who are you?" Yan Mo asked with his soul power without moving his tongue.
"We are the spirits of the land on this mountain." Light spots invisible to human eyes gathered around Yan Mo, and those light spots seemed to really like him very much, rubbing against him desperately one by one.
Yuan Zhan raised his head, he felt that the mountain seemed to become lively all of a sudden, he tried to manipulate the soil, and it became easier.
"Spirit of the land, please listen to my plea." Yan Mo uttered an ancient chant again.
"We have a name, we are Jiuyuan Mountain." The spirits of the land became more lively, and they even began to crowd out other spirits who heard the call and came to join in the fun.
Yan Mo's eyes were half closed, a smile appeared on his face, and he whispered softly: "Spirit of Jiuyuan Mountain, please listen to my plea."
"Speak quickly!"
Yan Mo held the long grass and pointed at Ding Ning's chest, "Please help me catch the cursed wraith hidden in his soul!"
"Three drops of blood, no, one drop is enough, we are Jiuyuan Mountain, we protect you, we don't want you much." The spirit of Jiuyuan Mountain beat and kicked the other spirits, vowing to fight xenophobia to the end.
"Contract!" Yan Mo pricked the tip of his hand, and a drop of blood dripped down.
The spirits of Jiuyuan Mountain cheered one after another, rushing towards the drop of blood.
Afterwards, the spirits of Jiuyuan Mountain who had obtained benefits immediately swarmed into Ding Ning's chest.
Ding Ning looked at their priests dancing around him and chanting ancient incantations that he couldn't understand with adoring eyes. He didn't notice the movement of his chest at all.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Ding Ning covered his chest with one hand, as if feeling pain.
Light spots invisible to human eyes emerged from Ding Ning's chest. Many, many light spots pulled back and forth, pulling a cloud of black mist out of Ding Ning's chest.
The cloud of black mist struggled, and unexpectedly formed a face full of resentment.
On the opposite side, Ma Xian seemed to have sensed something, and placed many strange utensils around him, and then grabbed the slave and forced something into his mouth.
The slave soon screamed and rolled on the ground, but stopped moving after a few laps.
Ma Xian ignored it, his body began to tremble and twist strangely again and muttered words.
Other Wucheng people seemed to be accustomed to this, so Chang Ge frowned slightly.
The Jiuyuan people all cursed inwardly: You have such a vicious and ruthless heart!
At the same time, he secretly encouraged his own priest: Sir, kill that cruel jackal!
Yan Mo didn't look at the other side, he was looking at the hideous black mist.
The black mist suddenly became larger,
"It's been caught, it's been caught!" The spirits of Jiuyuan Mountain cheered and jumped for joy. They seemed to completely ignore the changes in the black mist, and quickly flew to Yan Mo with the cloud of black mist to offer their treasures.
Yan Mowu went back to the top of Ding Ning's head, and said to Ding Ning, "Go back."
Ding Ning was very obedient, "Yes."
But he didn't know how to go back, until Yan Mo gently pressed him back to his body with his hands.
Ding Ning's soul and body merged into one, and soon his eyelids began to tremble.
"Do you want it?" The spirits of Jiuyuan Mountain ravaged the black mist one after another, asking Yan Mo happily.
Yan Mo laughed, and swayed his arms lightly. He really wanted to stop dancing, but once he stopped, he would break the connection with all the spirits. It's really as cheating as you want!
"Want to eat?"
The spirit of Jiuyuan Mountain was happy together, "Can you give us something to eat? If you want to eat, you want to eat!"
"Then eat." Yan Mo smiled softly.
In the eyes of others, they only saw the young priest dancing like a spring breeze in the blue-purple smoke. I don't know if it was because of the smoke or something was protecting him. His dancing posture could not be clearly seen. Chu, you saw him dancing, but you found that you didn't remember his specific movements at all.
They also heard strange clear spirit sounds, and also heard the ancient chant from the mouth of the young priest.
Jiuyuan Renyin has seen it many times. Except for Yuan Zhan and Juwu, everyone else knelt down on one knee devoutly, and silently recited the name of the priest. Everyone in Jiuyuan believes that silently reciting the name of the priest can ward off evil spirits. , and can bring good fortune and luck to oneself.
The people in Wucheng were stunned. It's not that they haven't seen witches from other savage tribes offer sacrifices to gods or perform some witchcraft, but they've never seen such a beautiful sacrifice dance. There was obvious envy and jealousy, "Master Curse Wu actually passed on the sacrificial dance to him."
Chang Ge only thought it looked good and sounded good. He distractedly looked at the busy Ma Xian, and asked Lu Shi in a low voice, "Has the little priest broken the curse of Ma Xian's servant?"
Lu Shi glanced at the two of them complicatedly, "I never knew that the dance of sacrifices could break the curse, but judging by the appearance of Ma Xian's divine attendant, maybe... it's broken!"
The accident happened at this moment!
"Eat it! Eat it!" The spirit of Mount Jiuyuan got Yan Mo's permission. They are not picky about their taste. They like the blood of the priest named Mo Wu who can communicate with them. Although this dark ugly guy has a strange taste A little light, but also full of energy, they are acceptable.
The black mist watched in horror as a large number of light spots rushed towards it, and it wanted to struggle to escape to Ma Xian, but those light spots bound it tightly.
Fortunately, Ma Xian was outside to help, and its puppet was also there. After receiving external force, it actually struggled and fled towards Ma Xian.
"It's going to run away, catch it!" Guangdian Hulala chased after it together.
The black mist got into the puppet, and the light spot also rushed in.
Ma Xian felt that he was out of control over the curse, and wanted to intensify it. He was so cruel that he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the puppet.
"Ahhh!" Ma Xian let out a miserable scream just after spraying blood.
The puppet in his hand exploded suddenly, and Ma Xian also fell down clutching his heart.
Death spell, Ma Xian was not able to curse others to death, but the spell backfired, Ma Xian was cursed to death by himself.
The curse witch laughed: Curses are so cruel, those who are not cruel enough should not play curses.
At the same time, Yan Mo's sacrificial dance ended.
He expressed his gratitude to the spirit of Jiuyuan Mountain with his last movement.
The spirit of Jiuyuan Mountain only thought today's game was very fun, circled around Yan Mo a few times, and then slowly dispersed reluctantly.
Ding Ning, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes with a snap and sat up from the ground.
"Brother!" Ding Fei rushed over with tears in his eyes and hugged his brother.
Yan Mo raised his head and looked at the envoy from Wucheng who was opposite him. He didn't look at Ma Xian, because he knew what would happen to Ma Xian, "Master envoys, have I, Jiuyuan, passed the test now?"
What's more, pass the customs? Lu Se stood up from the ground with a bitter face. He had just confirmed that the servant Ma Xian was dead beyond death, and the blood he spewed later had black internal organs.
The four soldiers looked calm.
In the end, Chang Ge, the short and stout warrior, said, "When are you going to leave with us? No later than tomorrow night at the latest, and you can only bring ten people at most."