Chapter 400: Real Miracles 3 (2/2)
Every time a teenager's foot touches the ground, he will surely step on a sharp edge, and most people can't help but sweat for him. Especially for women, several of them covered their eyes, but they couldn't help opening their fingers and peeping.
Dangerous, cruel, yet beautiful beyond words.
”Gods of Heaven, come to me and give me strength to relieve this man of all distress and all his illnesses.”
”Dong!”
”Father God, let strength surge in his body. Mother God, let life flow into his body.
”Dong!”
Teenagers singing became more and more enthralling, but the bell has become rapid, dancing body from slow to fast, sharp edges suddenly shed a strand of blood.
”Mo Da-Ren!” Meng Er almost rushed out.
Lamo-Ling hugged him back down. ”Don't mess up!”
Yuan Zhan raised his hand and stood up. At first, he thought Yan Mo's blood was running down the sharp edge. He was so distressed that he almost interrupted the sacrificial process. But soon the wind brought a bloody smell. Yuan Zhan sniffed and quietly settled his big feet just coming out.
The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is the least easily deceived one. He knows that his apprentice is scam-hearted when he heard a teenager singing in the common language. Since Yan Mo danced over a real Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, he knows that the common language is useless. Witchs recognized by the gods will automatically say ancient chants that only they can understand, whose words are engraved in the soul voice, only special people can understand and speak it.
The Jiu Yuan people's action also fell into the eyes of some interested people, who were more and more convinced that such witchcraft would cost a lot and even be dangerous to the witches because of their undisguised worries and anxieties.
”God!” people screamed everywhere.
See the teenager priest leap into the air, then fall back, and below is the twelve bone blades with sharp blades facing the sky!
Suddenly, whatever force held the youth, the young body was in the air, and then at turning over, the young man falls on the stone bed of Huo Yun Tian, and slowly opened his eyes.
Huo Yun Tian was awake from beginning to end, but he did not dare to move. As he inhaled more and more smoke, he saw that his body seemed to be floating in a circle of light, and the seven colors of light were moving in the sky.
Others at this time look at the teenager, only feel that they opened their eyes as if he had changed a person.
The young man put his hand on the forehead of the cloud, and seemed to whisper something to him.
The eyes of Huo Yun Tian closed slowly.
In a twinkling, the youth's hands seem to contain something glittering, and the color of that thing is as dazzling as sunlight.
The teenager pierced the slender sharp objects into the body of Huo Yun Tian. His movements were quick, and the smoke was too diffusive. No one could see what his movements were there.
Everyone can only vaguely see the teenager's hands moving back and forth on the body of Huo Yun Tian. After that, the teenager pulled out those sharp thorns and changed to vigorously pat the whole body of Huo Yun Tian.
The teenager's movements became a little crazy, and his expression was painful for a while, and for a while, peace seemed to be fighting for his body with a teenager.
He gave a shout ”Whoa!” A big gush of blood came out of the mouth of the teenager priest.
Many people have taken a step forward.
But the teenager's eyes slowly closed again at this time. They did not know where to feel the leather drum that disappeared to when they heard, ”Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!”
The earth trembled again, and the air trembled slightly.
”Gift... God... ”
Suddenly, the wind seemed to leave.
The teenager's body swayed on the sharp edge as if to fall.
A figure rushed out quickly, hugged the teenager, and saved him from being hurt by the bone blade.
Like a dream, many people here are just like waking up from a dream. ”Mother God in Heaven, what did I see just now?”
Someone sobbed, ”I heard... I heard the whisper of God... I really heard that!”
Others were completely confused by the dancing posture of the teenagers, and only felt that they would never forget the figure from now on.
And those warriors and priests who have strong soul feel endless shock, because they have strong soul, so they feel more changes in the air than other normal people, they know it’s not just not an illusion, they really heard and saw strange scenes.
Shu Yi took another slow step and slowly grasped his outstretched right hand.
Zhi Chun looked at him, puzzled. ”Shu Yi, what's wrong with you?Are you confused?”
Shu Yi pressed his heart and said coldly, ”I'm going to see the witch.”
The last time he went back, he could not forget the boy. He went to see the witch. The witch said that he was tempted and went on to give him two beautiful slaves. But no matter what, he still often dreamed about the boy. Several years later, when he thought he could hardly forget the man, the boy appeared in front of him again.
He was young and tender, as if nothing had left any trace on him in the past few years.
If it's really a great witch, he tempts me to go to his side, even if I give up my tribe.
Shu Yi licked his lips again. He wanted to tell his father that he was going to take the Jiu Yuan and let his father and sorcerer give him the Little Priest as a slave.
Yan Mo felt the hair on his face explode a little. He opened his eyes quietly and asked with his lips, ”What's the effect?”
Yuan Zhan wanted to bite him.
Yan Mo is relieved. It seems to work well.
Back in his seat, Yuan Zhan grabbed Yan Mo's feet and looked at them. Yan Mo woke up in time, grabbed his feet back, put on his socks and turned his face straight.
Meng Er and Lamo-Ling went to help. Meng Er was responsible for pulling out the bone sword. Lamo-Ling held it.
Meng saw Yan Mo's coat and shoes lying on the ground, picked them up and sent them back to his seat.
Yuan Zhan grabbed his shoes and personally served Priest Da-Ren, putting them on for him and Yan Mo putting on his coat.
Lamo-Ling returned the bone sword and Yan Mo took it all away.
Now everyone is watching Huo Yun tian lying on the floor.
Luo Jue was about to invite someone to come over and look at it. As soon as Huo Yun Tian moved, he sat up slowly.
”Hu-” Many people breathe out, that look is not known to be disappointed or happy.
Huo Yun Tian touched his face and held his palm several times, as if to determine whether he was still alive.
Huocheng-Fire City High Priest An-Bu, already unable to hold back, asked in a whisper, ”Yun Tian, how do you feel?”
Huo Yun Tian looked up and jumped down from the stone bed. He moved his body a few times. His face slowly burst into a smile. ”I feel myself... Very well, no, I have never felt so good.”
Luo Jue raised the most concerned question: ”Huo Yun Tian, I ask you, how many ranks are you now?”
A fireball appeared in the palm of his hand, and the spirit of the man who had been depressed for a long time began to return. His eyes, which had not been much animated, were also shining. ”4th rank, I broke through to 4th rank, and my injuries seemed to be all right!”
”Wow -!” Well, no matter what kind of prohibition cannot stop the whole scene of alarm and uproar.
”Brush and brush!” How many passionate and intense eyes have been projected on Yan Mo.?