The slave would say that, because Gui-Zheng would punish the slaves whose their hands had dirty them when he was in a bad mood
Yan Mo smiled soothingly at the slaves, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and looked up, standing still.
After a while, the teenager began to move, and his movements were more like dancing, light and with an unspeakable rhythm.
The old chant sounded: "I sacrifice my blood, a drop of blood in exchange for all the scope of my footsteps now, grass, flowers blossom."
That's the real magic!
In helping Lamo-Ling to study his speech and spirituality, Yan Mo found that when he danced the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice to say his request, which was actually a process of speech and spirituality. Even because he could communicate with all spirits and cooperate with the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, his speech and spiritual skills were the most powerful, ignoring almost all levels of force and spirit required.
Think of the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's prophecy, combined with what the shadow threatened him to do things for him, Yan Mo laughed in his heart, it turned out that he was the god-killer, the super scourge of the world's wars all over again!
But what is he supposed to say, what is he?
Not to mention that there is a Guide to supervise him, even if there is no Guide, he will never tolerate life manipulated by the so-called blood prophecy.
If I really want to start a new world war, it must be what I want to do.
Fingers hang slightly and a drop of blood drips from the fingertips.
Yan Mo seems to be singing piously in the common language to ensure that most people can hear: "God of the Earth, listen to my appeal…"
The appeal was so low and vague that no one could hear it.
But everybody saw that, centered on the teenager priest, a large area of green grass suddenly grew out of the gravel around him, flowers blossomed, the wind blew, and even flowers and vanilla swept through the noses.
Wood-control warriors can do this when they have seeds, but when did the teenager performed the act of sowing seeds?
In the presence of a bunch of hands, they looked at each other and shook their heads.
That large patch of flowers and plants grew so abruptly without seeds.
And everyone heard the boy pray 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 it is!
Many people look to Tucheng-Earth City High Priest and Third Priest. You claim to be the gods of the earth. But have you ever been so clearly responded on your calls to the gods of the earth?
She-Dan's face remained unchanged. He admitted that the teenager priest was somewhat magical, but he was a rare unbeliever who always felt that all this could be explained by power and energy.
Gui-Zheng is much worse. His eyes are red with envy. The priest, who was one of the oldest of Tucheng-Earth City, has left a similar legend after his death. Every land he travelled through, and even the barren land, will blossom. The thorns on the road will automatically retreat. It is extremely difficult for others to cross the deep ravine cliff. He can walk like it’s a flat ground. That is the servant of god who is really loved by the God of the earth.
But since the disappearance of the oldest High Priest, Tucheng-Earth City has never been able to do this again. Even so, the ancient Tucheng-Earth City Priests have not created many great miracles, which are like today!
The Jiu Yuan can't be allowed to live! The Little Priest of Jiu Yuan can't be allowed to live! Gui-Zheng roared in his heart, killing his heart.
Yan Mo felt that the prelude was almost finished. He quickly drew a ready-made soap from his pocket, held it high in both hands and chanted aloud: "God of the Ancestors, your most devout worshiper entreats you to give a miracle so that you can remove the grease and dirt from the slave's hands."
Many people stood up to see what they were holding in their hands.
It was about palm-sized, oval, yellowish in color, delicate and slippery in texture, and you could see it clearly in the sunshine. It looked like something that would remain when spare oil condensate.
Gui-Zheng asked the Jiu Yuan's Priest to wash the slave's oil-stained hands with witchcraft. As a result, the Jiu Yuan's Priest made a miracle appear with grease. If it really succeeds… Will Gui-Zheng be mad?
Gui-Zheng was already angry, but nobody looked at him. Everyone was busy watching how the miracle appeared.
The sun was shining, the teenager's hands held high and kept silent. The grease did not seem to have any change, but also seemed to have some magical change.
Eventually someone could not help whispering, "Has the miracle been made?”
"Did the witchcraft of the Jiu Yuan's little priest succeed?”
"If he can really turn this witchcraft into an attack, then…"
Someone went on to say, "Then we will have another priest loved by the gods of the earth and their ancestors."
"The Ancestors’ priest! What a big lie, is that kid matching like the one who is an Ancestor’s priest?” Gui-Zheng's face changed, trying to destroy the grease, but so many people looked at him, and he had no chance to start.
Wucheng- City of Witches, where the priest near Quipa asked. "Do you see anything?”
Quipa looked at his hands and blinked. He swears with his own war spirit that he saw nothing, and he did not feel the energy fluctuation. But the more he did this, the more he doubted his eyesight – how could a teenager do nothing?
Some of the Ding Yue Tribe people are not good at hiding their expressions, such as Zhi Chun, such as Shu Yi, the blood warrior.
However, Zhi Chun and others are disdainful of the Jiu Yuan’s little priest performance. What is the flowers and grass, in front of metal weapons, that is a pile of nothing!
Shu Yi, on the other hand, looked at the teenager like a lick, with obvious desires in his eyes.
Chief Fu Dian and Witch Zhe Li were calm, but Fu Dian was somewhat contemptuous. People who have never actually touched or used metal weapons and tools can never imagine how sharp and powerful they are!
If there is a tribe loved by God in the world, it must be the Ding Yue with metal!
Yan Mo had already withdrawn his hands and raised his hands for so long. He said very tired.
"May I ask Wucheng-City of Witches to help prepare a bucket of warm water?”
Luo Jue stood up and said, "Is your witchcraft over?”
Yan Mo, "Yes."
Luo Jue nodded behind him, clashed his hands, and uttered a lighting sound. After the silence, Luo Jue announced, "The Jiu Yuan's Priest witchcraft has been performed. Let's see how it works. In addition to Tucheng-Earth City High Priest, the other seven cities pushed two more people forward.
Gui-Zheng can't wait to enter the center.
The other seven cities had long been accustomed to such a recommendation, and soon decided on the first candidates to see the effect should be: Huocheng-Fire City High Priest An-Bu and Mucheng-Forest City Third Priest Cong Sheng.
When warm water arrived, Gui-Zheng snatched the lead and said, "Don't wash with water!"
Yan Mo smiled. "You didn't say that before, but in order to convince you, let's wash the hands of the slaves in warm water to see if the dirt can be washed."
Others were anxious to see the results and agreed that Gui-Zheng had to shut up.
Under the gaze of so many masters, the slave put their hands in warm water with fear and tremble. He did not put warm water in the barrel, but in the bucket.
How can you wash your hands that have just been wiped by fat and accumulated dirt over the years with only one pass of warm water?
When everyone decided that warm water cleaning was not very useful, Yan Mo took out the round greasy soap.
"Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to use it." Yan Mo saw that the slave was so frightened that he could only wet the soap himself with warm water and then spread it on the slave's hands.
"In this way, carefully smear once, this is the gift of the ancestors, do not waste it."
The slave heard that it was a gift from his ancestors, and his hands were trembling with soap. But maybe he could be so close to the gift from his ancestors once in his life. After a while, he took the initiative to wipe his hands carefully with soap and painted them again and again.
The people sitting there stood up, trying to see what was going on in the field.
Wucheng-City of Witches, the twelve priests, went down three, and Luo Jue was one of them.
Gui-Zheng, An-Bu and Chong Sheng could see it most clearly. Luo Jue seemed to comment on it, saying, "This thing is applied to both hands like grease, leaving a slippery mark."
Yan Mo reached out to stop the slave. "Yes, now you can rub your hands together and scrub them carefully."
Luo Jue followed, "When it can be rubbed, it appears… Is this a bubble?”
Rubbing the hands together can make the oil foam, which is also very strange to the people present.
"Look! The filth is really gone!” Cried Cong Sheng, excitedly surprised, pointing to the slave.
Six priests saw that the clean foam water was beginning to turn black and the slave's dirty hands were really getting clean.
When the slave saw the miracle really appeared, he rubbed his hands more vigorously and felt anxious to eliminate all the old greasy dirt at once.
Yan Mo said again, "Okay, now put your hands in clean water and wash away the foam and greasy feeling."
The slave did.
Gui-Zheng suddenly asked suspiciously and loudly, "How do you know the process so clearly? Is it really something you just made? Not the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu…"
Yan Mo looked up and interrupted him unkindly: "First, the topic of the competition is yours. How can I make this well in advance? Secondly, I know the process of using this item. Naturally, it was just told by my ancestors. I can even tell you that this thing has a name in the world of gods, called soap. Because it looks like fat, or like the soap the gods use."
Actually, the saying of soap comes from the beads, but Yan Mo changed it forcibly.
Cong Sheng exclaimed, "So this thing is used in the gods’ realm?”
Yan Mo reply was solemn, "Gods above."
The crowd shouted in unison, "Gods above!"
An-Bu suddenly asked, "Can you hear the Gods’ words?”
Yan Mo asked, "Can't you hear it?”
An-Bu face showed he had a lot of questions and asks no more questions.
Yan Mo asked the slaves to wash their hands again. In fact, only once, everyone has seen the effect. After two times, the effect is better.
The slave was led around Wucheng-City of Witches Priests and the cities forces to show their hands. The slave was not afraid. Although his back was still a little bent, he had a glorious face. At this time, even if he was allowed to die, he would be willing to do so, but he had close contact with the gift of the ancestors.
Gui-Zheng is picky. He can't find fault. He said, "What I want is no grease and stains. His hands have not been cleaned yet."
Yan Mo, "Washing it several times and it will be clean. In addition, ancestor god pity us, the ancestor just knew that there was no clean body objects in the world. In order to make future worshippers come to worship to him and the gods while being fully clean, before I prayed, he told me how to make soap. This method is different from the divine world, but it is enough for us to use. Now you can see that everyone can the soap to be clean like the gods are in the future.”
Wucheng-City of Witches Priest Luo Jue walked up to Yan Mo and asks solemnly, "Are you telling the truth? Did the ancestors really pass down the method of making soap?
Yan Mo calmly replies, "Yes."
There was a buzzing comment, and several priest didn't see him very well.
Yan Mo is indifferent, let them see, this time he came to Wucheng – City of Witches, he did not intend to hide the good stuff with clumsiness, there is the Bone Sculpting People's persecution, he even had no last scruples.
Luo Jue and several other priests dispersed after discussing the results of the competition.
Gui-Zheng was half-baked and brought back to Tucheng-Earth City.
When the slave came back from a circle of exhibition, Gui-Zheng's anger was nowhere to vent. He opened his mouth and shouted, "Now that the slave has touched the gift of the ancestor god, sacrifice him to the ancestor god. Remember to cut off his hand before sacrificing!"
The slave's body shook, but soon he straightened his back. He was not afraid. He had touched the gift of the ancestor god. Even if he died, the Mother God would send him to serve the ancestor god.
"Wait!" Yan Mo hates this kind of things being said in front of him. You Tucheng-Earth City can't you plot to kill and do it later? Even if it's quiet, why should you roar so loudly that I can hear it?
Gui-Zheng said, "What's wrong? You the Jiu Yuan want to stop me Tucheng-Earth City from sacrificing slaves to the ancestral gods?”
I want your slaves to die! If it were not for a punishment for seeing and not saving… Yan Mo held back his desire to turn his eyes, and said with a slight expression, "This slave has just touched the gift of the ancestral God. Now you are giving him to the ancestral gods. It’s not a sacrifice, it is a disrespect to the ancestral gods. If you Tucheng-Earth City really want to do so, I will not obstruct you, but if your ancestors punish you for this, you will have to blame yourself."
Sometimes there are idioms and unfamiliar words in Yan Mo's words, but because of his special abilities, others sound unhindered, only when it's the Jiu Yuan dialect.
Gui-Zheng was trying to stiffen his neck and say that punishment is Tucheng-Earth City's business. When Tucheng-Earth City's Lord opened his mouth, whether true or false, he didn't want to be punished by his ancestors because of a slave. Tucheng-Earth City was in a bad enough troubles!
"Now that this slave has helped you win this challenge, we will give him to you the Jiu Yuan. Whether it's to be sacrificed or to stay, it's up to you." Tucheng-Earth City's Lord is a clever phrase.
After Yan Mo, he smiled as if he had heard nothing, and waved to the slave. "Now that you have given to my Jiu Yuan, then you come."
No one wants to die, he has no slaves, he has no wife, children, family members, and so on. When he was told that he was given to the Jiu Yuan, he went without hesitation.
Gui-Zheng was so angry!
Just then, Luo Jue announced loudly, "The Jiu Yuan challenges Tucheng-Earth City, the first witchcraft contest, Tucheng-Earth City questions, the Jiu Yuan wins. Next, the Jiu Yuan can asks the topic. If the Jiu Yuan wins two games in a row, according to the rules, the following witchcraft and weapons refining trials will be cancelled and they will directly entered the strength test.
Gui-Zheng and Tucheng-Earth City clenched their fists, but no one spoke out to protest. This rule now seems to be against them, but if the Jiu Yuan lost at the beginning, the object of the disadvantage would have been the Jiu Yuan.
They just hope that the Jiu Yuan can give them the topic they can solve later. God of the earth!
The Jiu Yuan people heard the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu explain to them the rules of the Nine Cities party competition, and just laughed at the triumphant return of Priest Da-Ren. The slave was handed over to Meng, and Meng kept the slave behind him.
The crowd gathered at the Jiu Yuan, the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's face had an indescribable triumph, but beside him was Luo Jue, known as the wooden face man, which made him want to show off. No, it's not time to show off!
Luo Jue asked officially, "The Jiu Yuan people, what's your topic?”
Yan Mo is opposite to Yuan Zhan. Yuan Zhan seems to see what he wants to do and held his hand.
Yan Mo has no scruples. He is like the most innocent and ignorant child. He worships the Tucheng-Earth City people with seven points and three points. "I have heard that the Temple Priests of the Nine Great Cities are very powerful. They not only have training methods that can make warriors become high-ranking warriors, but also have some special methods that can make the blood warriors awake in advance.”
“So, Tucheng-Earth City, I wonder if you can awaken a blood ability in a person who has never been awakened his power of blood ability, or even thought it absolutely impossible to awaken. Or can you take a long-standing warrior who can't advance beyond the barriers to a higher level? In this way, I know that this topic is very difficult, as long as you can reach one of them at will, the latter will not have to compete in the military competition, even if you win me the Jiu Yuan!”
There was an uproar, and no one could solve the problem put forward by the teenagers at all! This is the realm of God!
Gui-Zheng stood up and shouted, "It's impossible to do this! Even God will not allow it!"
Tucheng-Earth City's Lord also stood up to assist Gui-Zheng at this time. "You guys, this topic is too harsh. Let alone say that I am Tucheng-Earth City, Wucheng-City of Witches Temple, can you do it? If anyone here can do it, they will have earned respect of the Tucheng-Earth City later!”
