Miao Xiang suddenly raised her head, what did she hear
The voice in her head also sounded suspicious: "Child of life?"
The voice turned extremely regretful in an instant, "I didn't expect the fruit of witch luck to be right in front of me. I really... oh! But why did this little priest conceive two children of life? Could the old man be mistaken?"
The voice of the High Priest of Fengyu was neither high nor low. La Moling and others in the lower stands could hear it clearly. As for the distance, anyone with good hearing and paying attention to Jiuyuan's actions could hear everything that should be heard. .
Yan Mo really wanted to deny it, but Old Man Fengyu and others didn't give him this chance.
Kuipa, An Bu, Liu Yan and others stood up one after another, "The fruit of witch luck is indeed on him!"
"I thought you really gave the fruit of witch luck to Mr. Wuxiang, so that he can wake up, hmph!"
"Master Wuxiang is really protecting the people of Jiuyuan. Even though the fruit of witch luck is still on the little priest, you said that he gave the fruit of witch luck to you."
Wu Xiang squinted his eyes as if he didn't hear the accusations against him, and he didn't expect that crazy old priest in Fengcheng to point out that Yan Mo was carrying the fruit of witch luck on the spot. As for how he could see it...
Liu Yan, "Master Feng Yu, why do you say there are two children of life? Could it be that there are two fruits of witch luck? And how can you be sure that the fruit of witch luck is on the little priest?"
The latter sentence sounded like he was speaking for Yan Mo, but it wasn't, Liu Yan just wanted to clarify this matter.
Yan Mo was also more curious about the latter question. Feng Yu said that he smelled the fruit of witch luck, so how did he know what the fruit of witch luck smelled like
Feng Yu slowly let go of the hand holding his head, his expression was still perplexed, but it was no longer the same as when he was suffering from a headache just now, "Two, just two, anyway, I wasn't the one who gave birth to them."
Yuan Zhan frowned, the old man said this as if I wasn't the one who died anyway, does Momo have to pay a huge price to conceive the child of life
"Master Fengyu!" Several people were shouting, hoping that the old man would give an affirmative answer.
Feng Yu let out a strange laugh, "I have been to the territory of the human-faced Kunpeng tribe, and I have seen the shell left by the son of life when he was born. The smell is very special, but only the people who serve Fengshen can smell it. It is the ability given to us by the wind god."
I see!
"Then you said that there are two fruits of witch luck..."
"I didn't say that there are two fruits of witch luck, I said that there are two children of life."
Quipa, "What's the difference?"
The old man Fengyu suddenly let out a big laugh, and stood up, "The difference is that I don't care who owns the fruit of witch luck! But the son of life is different. One person will protect the son of life of the next generation. This is the highest mission of the people of Fengcheng, and it is also the lifelong pursuit of every generation of priests in Fengcheng! Unexpectedly, after waiting for thousands of years, it turned out that I waited for the second son of life. No, it's two, two sons of life, hahaha!"
Not to mention that everyone in the audience changed color, at least the faces of those who had plans for the fruit of witch luck changed.
Is Fengcheng completely on the side of Jiuyuan
"Master Fengcheng, what do you say?" asked the Lord of Yincheng who was sitting next to Fengcheng.
Feng Yao felt very bitter—his own priest didn’t discuss it with him before he announced it, at least it would be good to let him know, but he put on a helpless look on his face and said: “Fengshen is above, Feng Yu lord He is our high priest, and his will is the will of the Wind God, so what he says, we will do in Wind City."
Kuipa and others looked at Feng Yao in disbelief, your high priest is going crazy, and you let him talk nonsense? Are you really going to fight the enemy for Jiuyuan people and other upper cities
Yuan Zhan lowered his head, and rubbed his chin on the top of Yan Mo's head, "Our child seems to have an extra city guard, do you want it?"
The old man Fengyu suddenly turned around, "Don't try it! From now on, until the birth of the child of life, I will not leave you. That little baby, you said you lack high-level fighters? How much do you want?"
Yan Mole.
Kuipa and the others looked at each other, and it was good that the little priest of Jiuyuan had the fruit of witch luck being smashed, but the current development situation is something they don't want to see at all! Don't look at Fengcheng's ranking in Nine Cities is very low, every time it exchanges the last two places with Yincheng, but that's not because of its weak force, but because of witchcraft, witchcraft and weapon refining. On the contrary, Fengcheng If the force of the army is really discussed, the top three will definitely be no problem.
At this moment, the city lord of Kongcheng, who had been watching from the sidelines and didn't express any opinions from the beginning to the end, said, "I know what the fruit of witch luck is, but what is the child of life? Can anyone tell me?"
Yan Mo watched this man speak, and naturally turned his gaze to the other party.
The castellan of the empty city is dressed a bit like the dark city, with his whole body covered from head to toe, his face hidden under the big hood, and only a little pale chin can be seen.
Everyone was looking at Old Man Feng Yu, but after scolding Yuan Zhan, Old Man Feng Yu sat down at their feet again.
Considering the opponent's identity and the mood of the Fengcheng people, Yuan Zhan directly moved the soil under his feet to support the body of the old man Fengyu into a chair with armrests, and placed it directly in front of them, in the middle of the second floor.
The old man Fengyu touched the armrest of the chair, he seemed to be very satisfied with the chair, he put his legs on the chair, and shrank his whole body into the chair.
There were quite a few people present who didn't know about the Son of Life, Wu Xiang ignored Feng Yu after he was mad, and cursed in a low voice: "This madman will really cause trouble for me."
In the end, Mr. Wuxiang was kind enough to explain to everyone slowly: "You have all heard of the fruit of witch luck, and the fruit of witchcraft will appear once every few hundred years, but does the power of getting it really become stronger? "
"Of course! Among the Nine Upper Cities and the Baixi Clan present here, many of them became stronger after receiving the fruit of witch luck?" Liu Yan seemed to be laughing.
"But how much have you lost? In the past few races of war, how many times were not the result of witch luck? I remember that there are clear records in the Temple of Wucheng. During the last war, all races still had the existence of almost demigods. But now?"
The witch elephant's voice was very soft, but his tone was quite rude, "For thousands of years, although there have been no major battles, how many wars have there been for various reasons, including the fruit of witch luck? Now there are still wars on this land. How many demigods? How many fighters above level ten are there in your forces?"
"Let's not talk about warriors, how many bone tools above level nine are left over from back then, how many do you have left?"
Wu Xiang took a breath, it was still too tiring for him to talk so much at once.
"You, and those people in the past have all used the fruit of witchcraft wrongly. You thought you were using that fruit, but you didn't know that the fruit was to control you at all! It controlled your desires!"
"According to the records of the Wucheng Temple, after the Bone Refining Clan, the Giant Clan stood at the top of the land, but because of the luck of the witches, they fought each other to the death. In the end, the Giant Clan fell, and the Winged Clan, Insect Clan After the rise of the human race and humans, the Winged Clan got the fruit of witch luck, and there was another war. If the human-faced Kunpeng Clan hadn't forcibly intervened in the Winged Clan's war and took the fruit away and cultivated it, the Winged Clan might have disappeared as well."
The faces of the four intelligent races sitting on both sides of the Wu City did not change much, and they were also the few forces that showed the calmest after hearing the fruit of Wu Luck.
Yan Mo had heard the old Sama of the Maple clan mention the Son of Life before, but this was the first time he heard about its origin.
"No one knows how the human-faced Kunpeng people know the correct way to cultivate the fruit of witch luck, but they are indeed the only race in the records that cultivated the real fruit of witch luck, and the Kunpeng people cultivated are the children of life!"
Wu Xiang smiled at the people of Fengcheng, "According to legend, the people of the Fengzu are the first son of life of the first generation and the descendants of the Kunpeng tribe."
Is this a secret? Yan Mo thought: No wonder the Fengcheng people have contacts with the Renmian Kunpeng clan, so they are related by blood. Well, as a doctor, he again ignores the issue of reproductive isolation, maybe the genetic makeup of the world is such that there is no reproductive isolation, or at least not yet.
"I know the origin, but what's so special about the Son of Life?" asked the Lord of Kongcheng.
The witch elephant rested for a while before replying: "I don't know the details, I only know that the son of life will bring life and hope, and all intelligent races welcome the arrival of the son of life. According to legend, in the first son of life In the period after birth, the land, sea, sky, and intelligent creatures of all races lived together in the most harmonious period, and human beings also developed with the help of various intelligent races at that time."
Wu Xiang closed his eyes, "Perhaps because of this, and the fact that the Kunpeng tribe who cultivated the son of life is indeed recognized as the most powerful race, the use and power of the fruit of witch luck have been spread more and more evilly. It even makes many intelligent races, including us humans, think that getting the fruit of witch luck can become the most powerful force."
That's right, this is the advertising effect. A very common thing can become a holy medicine if it has a little effect. It is definitely the best excuse to start a war.
Wu Guo was angry: "I'm already very strong! I didn't blow it out!"
"Shut up!"
The old man Fengyu seemed to feel something and turned around.
Yan Mo smiled at him.
It's ridiculous that the fruit of witch luck appeared a long time ago, but the Bone Refining Clan didn't take it seriously at all! And the human-faced Kunpeng clan was already very powerful, and it wasn't because they got Wuguo that they became stronger.
Wouldn't this be a conspiracy by the Bone Refining Clan? Yan Mo raised his eyebrows.
Use the Fruit of Witch Luck to consume the power of various intelligent races, and separate them so that they will never be able to hold together, so before and after the appearance of the Child of Life, the effect of the Fruit of Witch Luck will be spread all over the sky, and then look at the following Doesn't the change of various ethnic groups mean that they are all scattered, weakened, and hidden
The more I think about it, the more I think it is possible. The effect of the Wuguo is so exaggerated that someone must be secretly hyping it up. It is absolutely not surprising that the bone refiners who once created a prosperous civilization would arrange such a trick after being driven away.
The witch elephant is still talking about the harm caused by the fruit of witch luck.
"Because of the fruit of witch luck, the insect-human tribe was completely split. Some crossed the sea, and the rest were divided into several tribes. The snake-human tribe Baixi City was also separated from the insect-human tribe. You two cities are still unwilling to speak, let alone Talk about communicating with each other."
Bai Xicheng and the Zerg tribe looked at each other, but they were staggered, and they both looked a little embarrassed.
"Back then, your ancestors in Huocheng also got the fruit of witch luck, and then? In order to let the fruit of witch luck grow and get more benefits, you did not hesitate to feed it with the flesh and blood of tenth-level fighters, but what did you get in the end? ? Even because of the greed of the fire priests at that time, they tried to devour the demigod warriors of other tribes with witch fruits, and the result was the first human war!"
The lord of Huocheng looked at the high priest Liuyan, but he had never heard of such a history in Huocheng.
Liu Yan looked gloomy.
"Mucheng was also obtained at the earliest, but your cultivation method was wrong at the beginning, and you even allowed the fruit of witch luck to devour the longevity wood clan. At that time, the longevity wood clan Sama asked you to give the fruit of witch luck to the Kunpeng clan. I hope that the Longevity Wood Clan will be disappointed in you, and they will leave you completely, and they will no longer have a good impression of humans."
The Lord of Mucheng laughed ashamedly, Chao Ge and Cong Sheng sighed, and the people of Mucheng were surprised, so this is the real reason why the Song Clan of the Longevity Mu Clan didn't want to pay attention to them anymore
"Whether it's the Zerg, Fire City or Wood City, what you get in the end is just a monster that wants to devour everything, so that everyone has to work together every time and pay a huge price to completely wipe it out! The race is still good, how many races and tribes that have obtained the fruit of witch luck just disappeared like this?"
Wu Xiang said the last paragraph wearily: "Although these records are slowly being lost, Wucheng can be preserved. As the former parties, Huocheng and Mucheng should have stories handed down even if they are passed on by word of mouth. Mucheng has not been seized now. Forget about the meaning of the fruit of witch luck, Liu Yan, has the priestly inheritance of your Huocheng been broken to this extent? Haven’t even such an important thing been passed down?”
According to Wu Xiang, Yan Mo sorted out the order of history in his mind:
It seems that humans were the first to record that the intelligent race that dominated this land before humans should be the Bone Refining Race. They created a prosperous age and created a unique technology - bone refining. All kinds of powerful bone tools that have been handed down so far are still gradually excavated from the remains of the bone refiners. According to his master, the powerful weapons such as cannons that various forces rely on now are also modified from the bone tools of the bone refiners .
Afterwards, the Bone Refining Clan probably caused anger and resentment because they used too many bones. They were attacked by other intelligent races and were defeated. They fled to the mainland on the other side of the sea.
After that, the legend of the fruit of witch luck emerged, and various races fought against each other. Humans start to emerge.
After the Winged Clan obtained the Fruit of Witch Luck, the human-faced Kunpeng Clan who had been on the sidelines made a move, snatched the Fruit of Witch Luck, prevented the Winged Clan from being exterminated, and also cultivated the first child of life.
After that, there will be a period of peace and co-prosperity of various races, and a period of colorful blooming, and human beings will also begin to thrive during this period.
Then the legend of the fruit of witch luck became louder again, and various intelligent races and human beings fought several wars for the fruit of witch luck
Thinking of this, Yan Mo had a question, that is: the human-faced Kunpeng tribe clearly has the correct method of cultivating Wuguo, why didn't they spread the word, or snatch the Wuguo back and cultivate it again
After much deliberation, Yan Mo thought of the possibility that the Kunpeng clan would not make a move against the three of them.
First, the method of cultivating Wuguo is very difficult and dangerous. It is not easy for the Kunpeng tribe to cultivate one, and if they want to cultivate another, they may have more energy than energy.
Second, the Kunpeng clan does not want to be the target of public criticism.
Third, the Kunpeng clan did not spread the method, except that the method may involve the interests of the Kunpeng clan or top-secret privacy, or is it threatened
But Yan Mo didn't think anyone could threaten the powerful Kunpeng clan. Even if the legend of Wuguo was really a conspiracy of the Bone Refining Clan, they probably didn't want to make such a powerful enemy.
Then the method of cultivating Wuguo involves the interests and secrets of the Kunpeng clan.
Yan Mo had a headache, and he wanted to go to the Kunpeng clan to ask how to get the Wuguo out.
correct!
"Master Feng Yu," Yan Mo called softly.
Feng Yu turned back immediately.
"You said Fengshen told you that I will conceive a child of life?" Yan Mo's face twitched when he mentioned the word "conceive", "Then do you know how to make the child of life come out?"
"You do not know?"
"what."
"Then how did you cultivate two complete souls? The fruit of witch luck does not have a complete soul. It only has greed. Only by correctly mastering the method of cultivating it can its soul be complete and be born as a child of life!"
Yan Mo: ... He really doesn't know how Wu Guo became like this.
The old man Fengyu looked up at the sky, and stretched out his hand as if stroking the wind, "Don't be afraid, little baby, the wind will tell you how to give birth to the child of life."
Yan Mo's face was full of black lines: Can your old answer be more tricky
Yan Mo's side had a headache, while Liu Yan's expression was ugly, with anger bursting out of his eyes. As the high priest of Huocheng, he was reprimanded by Wu Xiang as if he was reprimanding his subordinates, how could he bear it!
The Lord of Huocheng still asked him at this moment: "Lord Liuyan, is what Lord Wuxiang said true? Our Huocheng..."
"I said that the fruit of witch luck is useful to us in Huocheng. Do you believe me or that fat... witch elephant."
The Lord of Huocheng chuckled, but arrived without a smile in his eyes, "Of course I believe you. It turns out that there is only one fruit of witch luck, but now there are two, and they have been cultivated by Jiuyuan to become children of life. One city is nothing, right? Why don’t you suggest to Wucheng and other Shangcheng later that the rewards for this competition ranking include the children of life, no matter boys or girls, we don’t have many others in Huocheng, princess There are quite a few princes."
Of course, it is best to leave it to him to enjoy! Doesn't the Son of Life bring life and hope? Maybe he can live forever if he combines with the other party!
There are quite a few people who have the same idea as the Lord of Huocheng. One fruit of witch luck is indistinguishable, but two children of life, hehe, it's so wonderful!
And Mr. Wu Xiang said that the fruit of witch luck is not good, but fortunately, the industrious and kind-hearted Jiuyuan people have helped everyone to cultivate the fruit of witch luck. The child of life is about to be cultivated. It should be everyone's!
The Lord of the Dark City on the other side of the Wind City smiled and said: "Master Feng City, since the Sons of Life were the ancestors of the Wind Clan, if you want to protect them better, shouldn't you welcome the new Son of Life back to Wind City? "
Before Feng Yao could speak, he heard the city lord of Tucheng raise his voice: "There are just two sons of life, one will stay in Wucheng, and the other one will be handed over to whoever is the strongest. What do you think?"
"What is your ancestor!"
"boom!"
"what!"
The sudden attack and screams caused everyone to be alarmed.
When he looked in the direction of the screams, he realized that the Lord of the Tucheng who proposed to share the Son of Life just now was pierced through the chest by an arm-thick dirt spear and directly nailed to the back of the chair!