Banished to Another World, Chapter 400: Real Miracles 3

Banished-To-Another-World 《异世流放》 Yi Shi Liu Fang   

Banished to Another World, Chapter 400: Real Miracles 3

Huocheng-Fire City people are extremely complex, An-Bu frowned and whispered to the city lord.

Others looked at the man in his prime, whose hair had turned grey. The man is very similar to Huocheng-Fire City's Lord, but their mental outlook is not comparable at all. When he walked in front of his brother, he looks like the elder relative of Huocheng-Fire City's Lord.

Yan Mo explained to Yuan Zhan and came out. "What should I call you?”

"Huocheng-Fire City disabled, now a 3rd rank blood warrior, Huo Yun Tian." The man was not big enough for Yan Mo. He gave him a Wucheng-City of Witches Temple’s Priest gift with his hands on his chest, which is also equivalent to the general etiquette of the Nine Cities.

Yan Mo has always been a part of your respect for me, and I'm bound to give you a part, the same salute, "The Jiu Yuan's Priest, Mo."

"Witch Mo Da-Ren, shall I swear now?”  Huo Yun Tian looked down at Yan Mo, who was tall and only a little shorter than Yuan Zhan.

"Yun Tian!" Huocheng-Fire City's Lord wanted to stop it.

"I just want a chance. I know what you want to say. Even if I swear allegiance to Mo Da-Ren, I won't do anything against Huocheng- Fire City."

Huo Yun Tian turned to Yan Mo and said, "You won't make me, will you?”

Yan Mo said seriously, "If you swear to be loyal to me, I will swear that I will not force you to do anything against Huocheng-Fire City."

"Well, that's it!" Huo Yun Tian took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, put his hand in his heart, and solemnly swore, "God of Fire Above, I, Huo Yun Tian swears with my own soul of war, if the Jiu Yuan's Priest Mo Da-Ren can make my wounds recover, let me have the hope of becoming stronger again, I will be loyal to him for 30 years, and will never do anything to get the Jiu Yuan and Mo Da-Ren at a disadvantage, otherwise the God of Fire will take back the power he gave me and let me spend 30 years in pain before I die.”

Yan Mo had been a bit cunning about Huo Yun Tian's vow to make him recover from his injury, but after listening to this man's vow, his idea changed. Only those who struggled in pain knew that death was not the most terrible punishment. Huo Yun Tian will hesitate to swear if he had an idea of trying to break the vow and let himself suffer for 30 years before he died. Ninety-nine percent of the people swear sincerely.

No matter what the minds of the people have at this time, they are only looking at the two people in the circle.

Did the teenager priest exaggerate whether he could really use God's power to accomplish such a magical thing, as long as he waited patiently, sooner or later he would know the result.

This time Luo Jue didn't even ask for time. He forgot that everyone else seemed to have forgotten, even Tucheng-Earth City didn't have much to say.

Meng Er moved his bottom and Lamo-Ling looked at him.

"Well, then, I suddenly got a little nervous."

Lamo-Ling: "..." You being nervous and being so close to me! What do they have anything to do with me?

Yuan Zhan looked relaxed. In fact, he is totally vigilant around him. Like Yan Mo, he doesn't believe in the protection power of others.

The Fruit of Witchcraft will be leaked out and it was just the matter of time, they have long been expected this to happen, which is why Yuan Zhan is anxious to accumulate power. But even if they accept all the Sun Worshippers and the Zhi Tribe, they can't ensure that the Fruit of Witchcraft is not leaked.

Later, when someone found the neighborhood of the Jiu Yuan, Yan Mo speculated that someone might have known the birthplace of the Fruit of Witchcraft and asked for information from tribes such as the Sun Worshippers, otherwise those people would not find the neighborhood of the Jiu Yuan, but should find the Ding Yue Tribe in accordance with the suspicion they had laid down.

But maybe they have already found the Ding Yue Tribe. A tribe can only thrive if its powerful enemies are watching. Five years ago, their weapons were only bronze, but now their metal ornaments have changed colors.

No one could see it, but Yan Mo could see at a glance that the Ding Yue Tribe had discovered iron ore!

Not to mention Ding Yue, Yan Mo began to decorate after swearing in Yun Tian.

This time he carefully took out four braziers and put in some hay, which would have a better smoke effect, well, with a certain degree of hallucination effect.

"Help me ignite the fire."

It was just a matter of raising one's hand for Huo Yun Tian, and the four fire basins soon lit up smoke.

What effect is the most dazzling display?

The Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, of course!

Yan Mo feels that he has mastered up all the dancing skills. Since learning the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, what is a split, rolling down and jumping, it's not a deal! Now he can bend his back into a circle and split his legs at an angle of more than 180. Not only can he give himself a surgery, but he can also operate on his chrysanthemum.

In addition, a certain animal's skill happiness value has increased by how much, let alone how much.

Yan Mo took out the bone bell from his pocket, put it on his wrist and ankle, and held a small leather drum. If he wants people to see the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, but can't let them realize that he's dancing the real Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, then these vocal props are very important - he didn't need them.

Yan Mo, who took off his coat, kicked off his shoes and showed an arm, said to Huo Yun Tian, "Lie on the ground, lie flat and relax."

Huo Yun Tian did as instructed.

"A-Zhan, raise the stone bed."

As soon as Yan Mo's voice fell, the whole audience saw a sudden rise of Hou Yun Tian’s body, and there was a stone bed beneath him.

The stone bed kept rising until it reached a position convenient for Yan Mo to operate.

Yan Mo looked at the height, nodded satisfactorily, then pulled out twelve bone swords and plunged them into the ground. It was easy for him to insert them, naturally with the help of Yuan Zhan.

People do not know what Yan Mo wants to do, but they are unaware of the above arrangement.

When Yan Mo suddenly jumped on the top of the sharp edge of a bone sword, they all took a breath of cool air.

Well, they've also seen witches perform witchcraft by walking on fire, bitten by poisonous insects, in any impossible environment, but when one stepped on the edge, this is what they are seeing really for the first time!

All the people who could stand in the place stood up just to see clearly.

The noise rang out.

Luo Jue yelled, "Shut up! This is a witch sacrifice. The Jiu Yuan's Priest is borrowing God's power to keep silent and not to disturb him!”

The noise disappeared immediately, and no one could bear the charge of sabotaging the witchcraft. Too many people were waiting for the result of the witchcraft.

The blue smoke in the empty space was shrouded, and the sound of the bone bell sounded faintly.

Yan Mo, standing barefoot at the tip of the bone blade, closed his eyelids slightly. He was feeling the wind.

In order to let others see with the naked eye how much he paid, Yan Mo decided to play a good game. Yan Mo lamented that the potential of human beings is limitless, considering that only sunflower performances once in kindergarten cannot be laughed at and it’s seen as a real witchcraft dance.

The wind blew through the air, the clothes straps floated, and the barefoot teenager on the sharp edge lightly hit with a leather drum.

"Dong!"

Something seemed to wake up, and the earth trembled.

The smoke became more and more diffuse, and the teenager suddenly began to dance on the sharp edge.

"Good heavens!" Someone covered his mouth.

Even for Yuan Zhan this is also the first time to see Yan Mo jump the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, the face frown is wrinkled, and anyone can see that he is worried.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu muttered and cussed, "What a fool! Doesn't your foot hurt? I feel pain when I look at it! Shifu is in pain.”

Meng Er's sitting position changed to kneeling position, and Lamo-Ling now believes that the man is really nervous because he doesn't know how tight gripping his hands are.

Shu Yi licked his lips, and the desire in his eyes was even greater.

The light, stretching limbs, the clothes and clothes pendulum dancing with the wind, accompanied by the clear ringing of bones, the teenager seem to ride the wind and rise slowly supported by invisible forces.

"Bell... Bell... "

Suddenly the air became fresh and there seemed to be laughter in his ears.

Numerous stars poured into the teenagers in the daytime.

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.?

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