"I don't want to control him. That person is terrible, and it's useless for me to control him. That priest is not easy to mess with." Miao Xiang said with lingering fear.
"Whether you want to control him or not, you have to go to the Zerg Race. That thing can make your abilities stronger. Only when you become stronger can you not rely on others. Don't you want to get back all the shame and grievances you have suffered? Don't you want those who despise you and bully you to kneel down and beg you?"
Miao Xiang held on to the hem of her skirt, of course she wanted to, she was thinking about it in her dreams!
Yan Mo opened his eyes, Feng Yao's situation is not too bad, at least it is much better than Yuan Zhan's situation.
But for this level of soul power damage, the effect of medication alone may not be very high.
Feng Yao saw the young man retreating from his soul sea with a normal expression, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. If he hadn't felt the soul force intruding into his soul sea and wandered around, he might have thought that the young man hadn't touched it at all. His soul sea, this boy looks young, but his soul power has already surpassed the eighth level
Many of the healing priests who had been in contact with Fengyao Soul Sea had their hearts shaken. Few of them could enter and exit as easily as Yan Mo. It's just to ensure that I won't get hurt, but it's impossible to quit so easily.
Just as Feng Yao was about to withdraw his wrist, Yan Mo said softly: "Don't move." He closed his eyes again after speaking.
In the investigation just now, he seems to have found something. If he wants to ask for proof, he must enter again and observe carefully. If it is what he guessed...
Feng Yao frowned, but soon a look of shock appeared in his eyes!
His guards stepped forward, Feng Yao immediately raised his other hand to signal them not to disturb, and then he also closed his eyes.
Just now, his sea of souls, which had been berserk for a long time, suddenly seemed to be blown by a gust of warm spring wind. This wind did not make the storm more frenzied, but surrendered to the violent soul power.
Slowly, the domineering soul power that had been mixed in his soul sea seemed to be sucked away by some more domineering power. Although it was not much, it had already made him feel an obvious change.
"Huh..." He really hasn't been this comfortable for a long time.
Feng Yao even wanted to just lie down and have a good night's sleep, God knows he hasn't had a good night's sleep since he was injured, no matter how tired he is, he still can't sleep peacefully.
Feng Yao's strange behavior was naturally seen by everyone.
Luo Jue looked at Fei Shan and Wu Xiang.
Wu Xiang slightly raised his palm and shook it, motioning him to wait.
Luo Jue nodded, and pressed his wrists to everyone, indicating that the competition would take a while.
No one expressed dissatisfaction, at least not explicitly, and no one even dared to make any noise. Didn't the little priest use his soul power to check on the Lord of Fengcheng
If you make a loud noise to disturb them, it’s okay to hurt the little priest. If you let Feng Yao add to the injury, it’s no wonder that the unreasonable mad warriors in Fengcheng didn’t rush forward and cut them into pieces with wind blades. !
Kuipa and the others wanted to do something. It would be best to make the people of Fengcheng hate the people of Jiuyuan. The crazy high priest followed.
The mad high priest of Fengcheng ran to the Jiuyuan stands, looked around their city lord, looked at Yan Mo, and suddenly made a gesture.
The next two high-ranking fighters and the previous two immediately dispersed, forming a half circle and protecting the city lord.
Afterwards, the mad high priest looked at Yuan Zhan for a moment, scratched his face, and sat down at Yuan Zhan's feet.
Yuan Zhan... actually didn't drive people away.
The competition time was postponed, but no one was willing to leave, and everyone wanted to see what happened. The performance of the Lord of Fengcheng and the people of Fengcheng clearly showed that the little priest of Jiuyuan was not only checking the damage of Fengyao's soul power, but more like... using soul power to treat Fengyao on the spot
But what other priests with high-level soul power have not been able to do, what can the little priest do
What everyone wants to know most now is, how strong is the little priest's soul power
Mucheng high priest Chaoge and the three priests whispered in clusters.
Quipa was also questioning Bach.
The priests who once went to treat Fengyao are now asking them something in a low voice.
Fei Shan also stuck to Wu Xiang's ear, and said in a low voice, "I'm sure that little guy's age is at most twenty, but his soul power...?"
Wu Xiang narrowed his eyes, "How could the soul of a little guy favored by the ancestor gods be like others? He is someone who can borrow the power of gods."
Fei Shan pressed his shoulders, lowering his voice, "So young, with such powerful soul power, and the ability to borrow divine power, what do you think of?"
Wu Xiang asked back: "What do you think the process of offering sacrifices to the gods he treated Huo Yuntian on the first day was like?"
"...a dance?" Fei Shan was moved, "The dance of the sacrifice! Borrowing the power of the gods... Could it be that the little silent witch danced the real dance of the sacrifice?!"
The witch elephant didn't speak.
Fei Shan raised his head to look at Yan Mo, his eyes were extremely complicated, and he whispered to himself: "You said he...is he a kind-hearted man? But why is your last prophecy completely opposite to the prophecy handed down from ancient times?"
The corner of Wu Xiang's mouth curled up, "The prophecy is just a warning and forecast from God to the world, but it is not unchangeable. What's more, there are two prophecies, one is that the blood of the Shanyan clan will set off the flames of war in the world, and mine is about dancing the sacrificial dance People bring hope, which is totally different."
Wu Xiang took a break, and said like a child: "Besides, who said that those who can dance the real sacrificial dance must be of the blood of the Shanyan clan? And there can't be two bloodlines of the Shanyan clan? You forgot Yincheng The city lord, he has given birth to several children, all of whom are of the blood of the Shanyan clan, as well as the brothers and sisters of the city lord."
Fei Shan sneered, pinched Wu Xiang's plump and thick earlobe, "Yes, yes, you are right!"
Wu Xiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Mo, "But let's watch him more, even if this kid can't start a war in the world, he doesn't have a good temper, not to mention he has the sharpest knife in his hand."
The eyes of the two turned to Yuan Zhan together.
Yuan Zhan was alert, turned his head immediately, and saw a super fat man and his soldiers looking at him with a strange expression as if they were looking at some kind of monster.
Yuan Zhan: "..."
Yan Mo verified his thoughts and began to slowly withdraw his soul power.
"Don't go!" Feng Yao shouted.
He is comfortable, how can the other party just leave? No, the man didn't even say a word.
Feng Yao's soul power wanted to entangle him, but the soul power that soothed his violent soul sea was very slippery, he turned around and ran away!
Everyone thought they would have to wait for a long time, but when they made up their minds that they might have to wait for a long time, Feng Yao and Yan Mo opened their eyes one after another.
Feng Yao grabbed Yan Mo's wrist with his backhand, and said quickly and earnestly: "Master Mo Wu, please continue, I will pay three ninth-level Yuanjing coins as agreed before."
Yan Mo was about to speak.
"Let go!" Yuan Zhan yelled.
Feng Yao refused to let go.
Yuan Zhan stared at him coldly, the earth platform under his feet moved, Feng Yao calmed down instantly, and let go of his hand.
Yuan Zhan quickly grabbed back Yan Mo's wrist, rubbing it gently back and forth seemingly hard.
Yan Mo was annoyed, "Hello!"
Someone finally restrained himself a little.
Feng Yao also regained his sanity at this moment, stepped back half a step, and looked at Yan Mo sincerely: "Thank you, Lord Mo Wu, I have felt better, and I will ask Lord Mo Wu to help me refine the witch medicine for the disease. As long as If my soul power can be restored to its original state, Fengcheng will remember this kindness."
Yan Mo shook his head. What is the use of remembering kindness? He wants something more affordable.
Feng Yao's heart tightened, what does shaking his head mean
"You don't need to remember your kindness, just a fair deal." Yan Mo didn't say what constitutes a fair deal, and suddenly asked, "You said you were attacked by surprise, so have you seen what the person who attacked you looked like?"
Feng Yao was still thinking about what kind of price to satisfy Yan Mo. When he heard Yan Mo's question, this person who was worthy of being the city lord at a young age immediately asked sensitively: "Did you notice something? ? Do you know the person who sneaked up on me?"
"Not necessarily, but I do feel a little familiar with the soul power that hurt your soul sea. By the way, that guy also has a grudge against me."
"Oh?" Feng Yao's mind turned quickly, "I haven't seen the person who attacked me, the other party's soul power is very powerful, and..."
"The bone tools he uses are very powerful!" The hoarse and harsh voice continued.
Several people looked at the high priest of Fengcheng sitting at Yuan Zhan's feet.
The High Priest of Fengcheng raised his head, a face that could scare a child into tears! The man was already ugly and his nose was gone, leaving only a scar-like protrusion and a small distorted black hole. The lips were parted, a mouthful of buck teeth protruded from the lips, and one eye was lost.
Yan Mo looked at the High Priest of Fengcheng with ordinary eyes, and asked, "And then?"
"Little baby is quite courageous, and her skin is tender." The High Priest of Fengcheng stretched out his dirty claws to touch Yan Mo's feet.
Catch it! Yuan Zhan had already tucked his silent legs together.
Yan Mo laughed, "My lord, let's talk about the person who attacked your city lord first."
Feng Yao also helplessly called to the other party, "Master Feng Yu, please stop making trouble!"
The ugly old man with a very elegant name fished out of his bosom and took out an animal skin bag, "Little baby, let me tell you, the city lord didn't see him, but I did, but that guy ran too fast , and with the help of a powerful bone tool, I can only grab a piece of flesh from his body. Do you want it?"
As he said that, the old man Fengyu actually took out a piece of dark flesh from his bag.
Yan Mo signaled Yuan Zhan to take over.
Yuan Zhan: "Really?"
"I'm useful." He planned to analyze this piece of flesh to see if it was a bone refiner.
Old Man Feng Yu tore up half of it and gave it to Yuan Zhan, "Don't eat it, I smeared poison on it."
Yuan Zhan: ... Is it too late for me to throw it away
"Master Fengyu, you said you saw that sneak attacker, what did that person look like?" Yan Mo put away his flesh and asked seriously.
The old man Fengyu coughed a few times, "I only saw his back, which is very high, and there seems to be something on his head, but at night, my eyes are not working, so I can't see clearly."
Yan Mo thought: Nine times out of ten, they are members of the Bone Refining Clan, but why did they sneak attack on the Lord of Fengcheng? Or should I ask how many people they have sneaked up on, and how many people have let them succeed
Yan Mo looked at Feng Yao, he was not wearing much clothes, his arms and legs were exposed, including his neck, he didn't see anything resembling a slave bone.
"City Master Fengyao, can you please turn around?"
Feng Yao didn't quite understand, but he turned around obediently as he was somewhat grateful to Yan Mo.
Yan Mo focused on the back of his neck, but didn't see anything.
The old man Fengyu who was sitting at their feet bent his back and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Feng Yao turned around, he also had the same question.
Yan Mo did not answer directly, but staggered the topic: "City Master Fengyao, I am afraid that you cannot use witchcraft for your injuries. To completely solve your problem, I need an extremely quiet and safe place, and this is not suitable. If You believe me, come to the Lord Wucheng Temple to find me tonight."
Feng Yao, "Okay!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice, which was forcibly suppressed by him again.
Feng Yao took the initiative again: "If you can cure me, I can promise you that if there are soldiers from Fengcheng who defect to you, I will not stop them, and I will also send their families to you Jiuyuan."
Yan Mo felt that this person was very righteous, and his smile became more sincere, "Don't worry, Ah Zhan's situation was worse than yours."
"A Zhan?" Maybe he was about to solve the biggest problem that has troubled him so far, Feng Yao looked much more relaxed, and even looked at Yuan Zhan with a hint of ridicule.
"Don't bark, Lord City Master!" Yuan Zhan hugged Yan Mo, "It's just right, Mo will heal you tonight, and we'll have a good fight tomorrow."
Feng Yao's eyes were full of fighting spirit, "Then it's settled."
Feng Yao took the people from Fengcheng back, and the others didn't know their deal, but they saw that hideous high priest from Fengcheng was still sitting on the Jiuyuan stand.
"Little baby, Fengshen told me that you will give birth to a child of life."
The old man looked at the sky with a look of madness and joy, "I know that the fruit of witch luck is on you, and I can smell that smell as soon as I get close to you, but... why are there two souls?"
The old man held his head in pain and muttered, "Two... two sons of life, why are there two, Fengshen... ah!"
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan: Fuck! The old bottom has been exposed, these big witches in the upper city are really scary!