The slaves would say that because Kyu-jeong would do it when he was in a bad mood to punish the slaves for not washing their hands.
Yan Mo smiled soothingly at the slave, clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and raised his head, standing quietly.
After a while, the boy started to walk, his walking was more like a dance, light but with an indescribable rhythm.
An ancient chant sounded: "I sacrifice with my blood, a drop of blood in exchange for the grass growing and flowers blooming in the area where I step on now."
This is the real magic of words!
When helping Lamo listen to study the spirit of speech, Yan Mo discovered that he danced the sacrificial dance to express his request, which was actually the process of performing the spirit of speech. Spiritual spells are the most powerful, almost ignoring all force and spiritual levels.
Thinking of the prophecy that the curse witch said, combined with what the black shadow threatened him to do, Yan Mo laughed in his heart. It turned out that he was the super scourge who killed gods and became demons, and set off the war of all races in the world again!
But why does the prophecy say that he is what he is
Not to mention that there is a guide supervising him, even without a guide, he would never be able to endure a life controlled by the so-called blood.
If I'm really going to start a new war in the world, it must be because I want to do it.
The fingers drooped slightly, and a drop of blood dripped from the fingertips.
Yan Mo sang piously in the common language, making sure that most people could hear: "God of the earth, please listen to my appeal..."
The appeal was so low and vague that no one could hear it clearly.
But everyone could see that, with the young priest as the center, a large piece of lush green grass suddenly sprouted on the gravel around him, and flowers bloomed one after another. The wind blew, and even the scent of flowers and herbs blew through everyone's noses.
Wood control fighters can also do this when they have seeds, but does the boy have the movement to sow seeds
A bunch of masters present looked at each other and shook their heads.
The large area of flowers and plants grew so abruptly without seeds.
And everyone heard that the boy prayed to the God of the Earth, so the God of the Earth heard the boy's appeal and responded to him
oh! What a favor this is!
Many people looked at the High Priest and the Three Priests of Tucheng. You claim to be servants of the God of the Earth, but have you ever received such a clear response from the God of the Earth
She Dan's face remained unchanged, he admitted that the young priest was a bit magical, but he was one of the very few people who didn't believe in God, and he always felt that all this could be explained by ability and energy.
Guizheng is much worse. His eyes are red with jealousy. The oldest priest in Tucheng once left a similar legend. Every land he walks, no matter how barren the Jedi is, flowers will bloom, and the thorns on the road will bloom. He will retreat automatically, and it is extremely difficult to cross the deep valleys and cliffs, and he can walk on flat ground. That is the servant who is truly loved by the God of the Earth.
But ever since the oldest high priest disappeared, no priest in Tucheng could do this anymore, but even so, those ancient priests in Tucheng had created many great miracles, unlike the present !
Kuhara can't stay! That little priest of Jiuyuan can't stay! Gui was roaring in his heart, his murderous intentions arose.
Over there, Yan Mo felt that the prelude was almost done. He quickly took out a piece of ready-made medicinal soap from his pocket, held it high in both hands, and chanted loudly: "God of the ancestors, your most devout son implores you, please grant a miracle, Let this grease remove the grease and filth from the slave's hands."
Many people stood up in order to see clearly what the young man was holding.
It was about the size of a palm, oval in shape, pale yellow in color, fine and oily in texture, and everyone could see it clearly in the sun. It looked like the oil condensate they usually left for spare.
Guizheng asked Priest Jiuyuan to use witchcraft to clean the slave's oil-stained hands, but Priest Jiuyuan used oil to make miracles appear. If it really works... Kyu Jung will be mad, right
Guizheng had been furious for a long time, but no one was looking at him at this time, and everyone was busy watching how the miracle would happen.
The sun was shining, the boy held his hands high, and remained silent. The grease didn't seem to have changed at all, and it seemed that there had been some kind of magical change.
Finally, someone couldn't help whispering: "Has the miracle been given?"
"Did the witchcraft performed by the little priest of Jiuyuan succeed?"
"If he really can make this witchcraft work, then..."
Someone went on to say: "Then we will have one more priest who is favored by the god of the earth and the gods of the ancestors."
"The Priest of the Ancestor God! What a big tone, is that kid worthy?" Guizheng's expression changed, and he wanted to destroy the grease, but with so many people watching, he had no chance to do so.
In Wucheng, a priest approached Kuipa, "Did you see anything?"
Kuipa stared at the boy's hands without blinking. He swore with his battle spirit that he didn't see anything, he didn't even feel the energy fluctuations, but the more he did this, the more he doubted his eyesight—how could the boy do nothing
Some people in the Dingyue tribe are not good at hiding their expressions, such as Zhichun, such as the warrior Shuyi.
However, Zhichun and the others showed disdain for the little priest of Jiuyuan, those flowers and plants are nothing, in front of metal weapons, they are a pile of scum!
But Shu Yi was staring at the young man, looking at him like he was licking, with obvious desire in his eyes.
Chief Fudian and Dawu Zheli had calm expressions, but Fudian looked somewhat contemptuous in their eyes. People who have never actually touched and used metal weapons and tools have no idea how sharp and powerful they are!
If there is really a tribe in this world that is favored by the gods, it must have a metal tripod axe!
Before the time bird twittered, Yan Mo had withdrawn his hands, and said he was tired after holding them up for so long!
"Ask Wu Cheng to help prepare a bucket of warm water, can you?"
Luo Jue got up, "Your witchcraft is over?"
Yan Mo, "Yes."
Luo Absolute nodded behind him, clapped his hands together, and made a thunderous sound. After the audience was quiet, he announced, "Priest Jiuyuan's sorcery has been performed. Let's see how it works. Except for the High Priest of Tucheng, the other seven cities will continue to perform." Push them forward."
Gui Zheng couldn't wait to walk into the center of the arena.
The other Seven Cities have long been used to this kind of recommendation, and quickly decided on the first batch of candidates to test the results: Liuyan, the high priest of Fire City, and Congsheng, the three priests of Wood City.
When the warm water came, Guizheng said first: "Don't wash with water!"
Yan Mo smiled, "You didn't say that when you asked the question before, but in order to convince you, let's let this slave wash his hands in warm water to see if they can be washed clean."
The others were eager to see the result, and they all agreed, and Guizheng had to shut up.
Under the watchful eyes of so many big men, the slave put his hand into the warm water tremblingly, like snakes and scorpions instead of warm water in the barrel.
Hands that have accumulated over the years and have just been wiped with fat oil, how can they be washed clean with warm water only once
After everyone confirmed that washing with warm water was not of much use, Yan Mo took out the medicated soap that was as round as grease.
"Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to use it." Seeing that the slave was really terrified, Yan Mo could only personally moisten the medicinal soap with warm water, and then apply the medicinal soap to the slave's hands.
"That's it, smear it carefully, this is the gift of the ancestor god, don't waste it."
The slave heard that it was a gift from the ancestor god, and his hands were trembling while holding the medicated soap, but maybe he was able to get so close to the gift of the ancestor god for once in his life. again.
Everyone who was sitting stood up, wanting to see the situation clearly.
Of the twelve priests in Wucheng, three descended, and Luo Jue was one of them.
Guizheng, Liuyan and Congsheng could see it most clearly, and Luo Jue said as if explaining while watching, "When this thing is rubbed on both hands, it is like grease, leaving greasy marks."
Yan Mo stretched out his hand to stop the slave, "Okay, now you rub your hands together and wash them carefully."
Luo Jue followed up and said: "But when you rub it, it appears... Is this foam?"
Rubbing the hands alternately can make the oil foam, which is also very incredible in the eyes of the people present.
"Look! The dirt has really been removed!" Cong Sheng shouted excitedly and surprised, pointing at the slave.
All six priests saw that the originally clean foam began to turn black, and the slave's dirty hands were really getting clean.
Seeing that the miracle really happened, the slave rubbed his hands more vigorously excitedly, wishing to remove all the old greasy dirt at once.
Yan Mo said again: "Okay, now put your hands in clean water and wash them off to wash off the foam and greasy feeling."
The slave did so.
Guizheng suddenly asked suspiciously loudly: "How do you know the process so well? You really made this thing just now? It's not a witch..."
Yan Mo raised his head and interrupted him politely: "First, you came up with the topic of the competition, how can I prepare this thing in advance? Second, I know the process of using this item, so it was naturally that the ancestor god told me just now. I can even tell you that this thing has a name in the God Realm, it’s called soap. Because it looks like fat, it’s also called soap.”
In fact, the saying about soap comes from Fei Zhuzi, but Yan Mo forcibly changed it to answer the question.
Cong Sheng exclaimed, "So this thing existed in the God Realm?"
Yan Mo solemnly said, "God, omnipotent."
Everyone shouted in unison: "Gods are above!"
Liuyan suddenly asked: "Can you hear the oracle?"
Yan Mo asked back, "Can't you hear?"
Liu Yan looked enigmatic and didn't ask any more questions.
Yan Mo asked the slaves to repeat the washing process again, in fact, only once, and everyone has seen the effect, and the effect will be better after two times.
The slave was led around in front of the Wucheng priests and various forces, showing his hands. The slave was not afraid anymore. Although his back was still a little bent, his face was full of glory. At this time, even if he is allowed to die, he is willing to do so. He is someone who has had close contact with the gift of the ancestor god!
Guizheng was picky, nitpicking, and insisted: "What I want is that there is no trace of greasy and stains, and his hands have not been washed clean!"
Yan Mo, "wash it a few more times and it will be clean. In addition, the ancestor gods are merciful. The old man just knew that there are no objects to cleanse the body in the world. In order to allow those who worship him in the future to worship him and the gods cleanly, before When I prayed, I told me the soap refining method, this method is different from the gods, but it is enough for us to use, now what you see is the non-god soap that everyone can use in the future."
Luo Jue, the priest of Wucheng, walked up to Yan Mo, and asked with a solemn expression: "Is what you said true? The ancestor gods really passed down the method of making soap?"
Yan Mo calmly replied: "Yes."
Buzzing discussions sounded, and several priests looked at him strangely.
Yan Mo didn't care, let them watch, this time he came to Wucheng, he didn't intend to hide his clumsiness anymore, now that the Bone Refining Clan is persecuting him, he lost even the last shred of scruples.
Luo Jue and several other priests dispersed after discussing the results of the competition.
Guizheng was full of anger, and was half-pushed and half-invited by his servants to take him back to his seat in Tucheng.
Just when the slave came back after showing it around, Guizheng had nowhere to vent his anger, and he opened his mouth to order: "Since this slave has been in contact with the gift of the ancestor god, then sacrifice him to the ancestor god! Remember to chop him off before offering sacrifices." hand!"
The slave trembled, but soon he straightened his back, he was not afraid, he had been exposed to the gift of the ancestor god, even if he died, the mother god would send him to serve the ancestor god.
"Wait!" Yan Mo hated, you Tucheng can't wait to kill people to vent your anger? Even if you keep your voice down, why do you have to yell so hard that I can hear you
Guizheng sternly said, "What? You Jiuyuan want to stop me, Tucheng, from sacrificing slaves to the ancestor god?"
I let your slave die! If it wasn't for the punishment of dying... Yan Mo resisted the desire to roll his eyes, and said calmly: "This slave has just touched the gift of the ancestor god, so giving him to the ancestor god now is disrespectful to the ancestor god. If you, Tucheng, really want to do this, I will not stop you, but if the ancestor gods punish you for this, then you will be to blame."
Some idioms and unfamiliar words occasionally appear in Yan Mo's words, but because of his special ability, others can hear them without hindrance, as long as it is the native language of Jiuyuan.
Guizheng was about to stiffen his neck and say that the punishment is also Tucheng's business and has nothing to do with you, the Tucheng City Lord said, no matter whether it is true or not, he doesn't want to be punished by the ancestor god just because of a slave, Tucheng is already unlucky enough!
"Since this slave helped you win this challenge, I will give it to you as Jiuyuan. As for whether it will be used for sacrifice in the future or kept, it is up to you." The words of the city lord of Tucheng were really ingenious.
After Yan Mo paused, he smiled naively as if he didn't hear anything, and waved to the slave, "Since your city lord gave you to me, Jiuyuan, then come here."
No one wants to die if he can survive, and the slave has no worries about his wife, children and family. Hearing that the city chief sent him to Jiuyuan, he walked over without even a moment's hesitation.
Kyu is mad!
At this moment, Luo Jue announced loudly: "The judging result is out: Jiuyuan challenged Tucheng. In the first witchcraft competition, Tucheng posed the question and Jiuyuan won. In the next match, Jiuyuan posed the question. If Jiuyuan If you win two games in a row, according to the rules, the following competitions of witchcraft refining and weapon refining will be cancelled, and we will directly enter the force competition."
Gui was clenching fists with the Tucheng people, but neither of them protested. This rule seems to be unfavorable to them now, but if Jiuyuan loses from the beginning, then the unfavorable object is Jiuyuan.
I just hope that they can solve the problem that Jiuyuan will ask later. God of the earth bless!
The people of Jiuyuan had heard the witch explained to them the relevant rules of the Ninetowns Gathering Competition, and at this moment they only smiled to welcome the triumphant return of their own priest. The slave was handed over to Meng, and Meng asked the slave to stand behind and do nothing.
Everyone present focused on Jiuyuan, and the curse witch had an indescribably smug face, but next to him was Luo Jue, who was known as a wooden face, and he wanted to show off that no one could show off. No, it's not time to show off yet!
Luo Jue asked in a businesslike manner: "People from Jiuyuan, what is the content of your question?"
Yan Mo met Yuan Zhan's eyes, Yuan Zhan seemed to see what he wanted to do, and shook his hand heavily.
Yan Mo had no scruples anymore, he was like the most innocent and ignorant child, and said to the people of Tucheng with seven parts honesty and three parts admiration: "I have long heard that the priests of the temples in the nine upper cities are very Powerful, not only has the training method that can make fighters become high-level fighters, but also has some special methods that can awaken the blood warriors in advance.
So everyone in Tucheng, I wonder if you can awaken a person who has never awakened the ability of divine blood, and is even considered absolutely impossible to awaken? Or can you allow a fighter who has been unable to advance for a long time to break through the barrier and advance to the next level? In this way, I know that this topic is difficult, as long as you can reach any one of them, you don't need to compete in the subsequent force competition, even if you beat me, Jiuyuan! "
The audience was in an uproar, and no one could solve the difficult problem raised by the young man! This is the realm of God!
Guizheng stood up immediately, and angrily reprimanded: "This kind of thing is impossible! Even God will not allow it!"
The Lord of Tucheng also got up to help Guizheng at this time, "Everyone, this question is too harsh. Let alone me, Tucheng, it is Wucheng Temple, everyone, can you do it? If anyone here can do it, I will From now on, Tucheng will respect him!"