Chapter 418: the Fruit of Witchcraft and the Son of Life (1/2)
Miao Xiang quickly raised her head, what did she hear?
The voice in her head also raised a scream: ”the Son of Life?”
The sound turned into regrets. ”I didn't expect the Fruit of Witchcraft to be in front of me. I am really... oh! But why does the little priest give birth to the Son of Life, or two? The Gods will not be wrong?”
High Priest Feng Yu's voice is not high or low. Lamo Ling and others in the lower floor can hear it clearly. As far as the distance is concerned, as long as the ears are good and the people who watched The Jiu Yuan move, they should hear it. .
Yan Mo wants to deny it, but Feng Yu and others have not given him this opportunity.
Quipa, Liu Yan, An-Bu and others have stood up, ”The Fruit of Witchcraft is really on him!”
”I thought you really handed the Fruit of Witchcraft to Grand Witch Xiang Da-Ren, so he could wake up, hehe!”
“Grand Witch Xiang Da-Ren is really protecting The Jiu Yuan people, and the Fruit of Witchcraft is still on the little priest, but you said he handed the Fruit of Witchcraft to you.”
Grand Witch Xiang squinted like he didn't hear the accusations against him. He didn't expect the madness of Fengcheng-Wind City old priest, to point out that Yan Mo was wearing the Fruit of Witchcraft. How could he figure it out……?
An-Bu, ”Feng Yu Da-Ren, what do you say about the Son of Life? Are there two of the Fruit of Witchcraft? And how can you be sure that the Fruit of Witchcraft is there at the little priest body?”
The latter sentence sounds like he was talking to Yan Mo, but it is not. An-Bu just wants to create mischief with it.
Yan Mo was curious about the latter question. Feng Yu said that he smelled the Fruit of Witchcraft, so how did he know what Wu Guo is?
Feng Yu slowly let go of his hand, his expression is still confused, but it is no longer the same as the headache. ”Two are two, anyway, I am not the one nurturing them.”
Yuan Zhan brows up, the old man said that it is not like me anyway, is it not me, is it the price of the Son of Life, Mo?
“Feng Yu Da-Ren!” Several people are shouting, and they all hope that the old man will give a positive answer.
Feng Yu let out a strange laugh. ”I went to the territory of the Human-face Kunpeng Clan and saw the shell left by the Son of Life when it was born. It smells very special, but only to those who serves the God of Winds. The Fengcheng people can smell it, that is the ability that The God of Winds has given us.”
That's it!
”Then you said that the Fruit of Witchcraft has two...”
”I didn't say that there are two Fruits of Witchcraft, I said that there are two Sons of Life.”
Quipa, ”What is the difference?”
Feng Yu suddenly burst into laughter and stood up. ”The difference is that I don't care who has the Fruit of Witchcraft, but the Son of Life is different. Our ancestors was the Son of Life, I and everyone in Fengcheng-Wind City will protect the Son of Life reicarnations of all coming generations. This is the highest mission of Fengcheng-Wind City and the lifelong pursuit of the priest of each generation of Fengcheng-Wind City Temple! I expected to wait for thousands of years to see him. It turned out that I had to wait few years for the second rebirth of the Son of Life, no, it was two, it is two Sons of Life, Hahaha!”
The whole audience does not say that everyone is discolored, at least the face of At Fruit of Witchcraft has changed.
Fengcheng-Wind City... Is this completely like you standing on the side of the Jiu Yuan?
“Fengcheng-Wind City Lord, what do you say?” asked Yincheng-Sound City’s Lord, next stall to Fengcheng-Wind City.
Feng Yao was very hard-hearted - his own Priest Da-Ren didn't talk to him before he announced it, at least he will have known about it, but his face made a very helpless look: ”The God of Winds Above, Feng Yu Da-Ren is our High Priest. His will is the will of The God of Winds. What he said, then is our Fengcheng-Wind City will and life mission.”
Quipa and others are unbelievably looking at Feng Yao, your High Priest is going crazy, and you let him speak for the whole lot of you? Do you really want to fight against other upper cities for the Jiu Yuan?
Yuan Zhan bowed his head and his chin snorted on the top of Yan Mo's head. ”Our children seem to have a guardian city, do you want it?”
The Old man Feng Yu suddenly turned back. ”You don't try to escape from me! From now on, until the birth of the Son of Life, I will not leave you. Then, little baby, you said that you lack high-ranking warriors? How many do you want?”
Yan Mo was in middle of heaven.
Quipa and others looked at each other. The Jiu Yuan’s little priest had a good reputation for the Fruit of Witchcraft, but the current development situation is one that they don’t want to see it at all! Don't look at Fengcheng-Wind City's low ranking in The Nine Cities. Every time they climbed the last two positions with Yincheng-Sound City, it's not that their people are weak in strength, but their witchcraft refining, witchcraft and weapons refining is lagging on hind legs, on the contrary, if the force of Fengcheng-Wind City is truly maximized, the top three seat will definitely be no problem for them to snatch one.
At this time, Kongcheng-Air City's Lord, who has always been watching the wall and did not express any opinions from beginning to end, said, ”I know what the Fruit of Witchcraft is, but what is the Son of Life? Someone can talk about it?”
Yan Mo looked at the speaker and naturally turned his eyes to the other side.
The costume of Kongcheng- Air City’s Lord is similar to that of Ancheng-Dark City. It is also a robe the head to the foot, and the face is hidden under the big hood, only a little bit of white chin can be seen.
Everyone was watching the Old man Feng Yu, but the Old man Feng Yu was screaming at Yuan Zhan and then sitting down at their feet.
Yuan Zhan took into account the identity of the other party and the feelings of the people in Fengcheng-Wind City. The soil directly under the feet pushed the body of Feng Yu into a chair with armrests, and placed him directly in front of them, on the second floor.
Feng Yu, the old man touched the armrest of the chair, seemed to be very satisfied with the chair. The legs went to the chair and the whole person was sank back into the chair.
There were a lot of people who didn't know who the Son of Life was. Grand Witch Xiang didn't care if Feng Yu was crazy. He said: ”This crazy man will really give me trouble.”
In the end, Grand Witch Xiang Da-Ren was kind, slowly explaining to everyone: ”You have all heard of the Fruit of Witchcraft, and it will appear once in a few hundred years, but the one who gets it one will really become strong?”
”Of course! Otherwise, why are the nine upper cities and the Bai Xi people we were present were not strong enough to get the Fruit of Witchcraft?” An-Bu smiled.
”But how many of you have lost? Several times, major wars, several times, isn't it for the Fruit of Witchcraft? I remember that Wucheng-City of Witches Temple has a clear record. The last time major wars involved all kinds of people still there was a near-semi-god warriors, but now?”
Grand Witch Xiang's voice was very soft, but the tone is quite rude. ”After thousands of years, although there is no big battle, how many wars, including for the Fruit of Witchcraft, for various reasons? Now this war is still on the ground. How many semi-god are there still? There are several warriors with 10th rank or above in the city forces?”
”Don't say warriors, the original objects left over from 9th rank, how many are left now?”
Grand Witch Xiang panted, he said so much that he was too tired.
”You, and those in the past, have used the wrong way to cultivate the Fruit of Witchcraft. You think that you are using the fruit, but you don't know that the fruit is controlling you! Controlling your desire!”
“According to the Wucheng-City of Witches Temple, the Bone Sculpting people were the strongest, followed by the Giants standing at the top of the land, but because of the Fruit of Witchcraft, they fought major wars together, and finally the Giants fell. The Wings, the Chong-Bugs people and humans rose, and then the Wings got the Fruit of Witchcraft, and it was another war. If it wasn't for the Human-face Kunpeng Clan forcing the Winged to back down and interfere in that war, and took the fruit away, the winged family may have to disappear.”
The four wise races on both sides of the Wucheng- City of Witches haven't changed. They are also the fewest performers after hearing the Fruit of Witchcraft.
Yan Mo heard from the Maple Clan Old Sa-Ma before mentioned the Son of Life, but it was the first time he heard about it in this much detail.
”No one knows how the Human-face Kunpeng Clan know the correct way to cultivate the Fruit of Witchcraft, but they are indeed the only race that have produced the real the Fruit of Witchcraft, and the Kunpeng people have nurtured the Son of Life!”
Grand Witch Xiang smiled at the people of Fengcheng-Wind City. ”The Fengcheng- Wind City people are said to be the first generation of the Son of Life relatives and the descendants of the Kunpeng people.”
Is this a secret? Yan Mo thought: No wonder the Fengcheng-Wind City people will have a relationship with the Human-face Kunpeng Clan. Well, as a doctor, he once again ignored the problem of reproductive isolation. Perhaps the genetic makeup of the world is not reproductively isolated, or at least not yet.
“I know the origins, but what is special about the Son of Life?” asked Kongcheng-Air City’s Lord.
Grand Witch Xiang rested for a while and replied: ”I don't know the details. I only know that the Son of Life brings life and hope. Also, all the intelligent races welcome the arrival of the Son of Life. It is rumored that during the period after the birth of the first Son of Life, the earth, the ocean, the sky, and the intelligent creatures of all ethnic groups were the most happy and harmonious period. The human beings were also developed with the help of various intelligent races at that time.”
Grand Witch Xiang closed his eyes. ”Maybe because of this, and the Kunpeng people who have cultivated the Son of Life are indeed recognized as the most powerful race, the use and power of the Fruit of Witchcraft has been spread. The more evil, even a lot of intelligent races, including us humans, think that getting the Fruit of Witchcraft means we can become the most powerful force.”
Yes, this is the advertising effect. The ordinary things are blown into the holy medicine artifacts. If they have a little effect, then it is definitely the best excuse to launch war.
Wu Guo is angry: ”I was very strong! It was not blown out!”
”Will you shut up!”