Chapter 610

The people of Tucheng thought that the cursed witch would go back to the temple. As the twelve priests, he also had the right to evaluate the process and results of the test, but no matter what he thought, it was better than directly participating in the test, and the people of Tucheng who felt that they had taken advantage of it all laughed.

Everyone else also looked at Jiuyuan to see how they would deal with this problem in the absence of sorcerers.

In addition to trying hard to adapt to his abilities and improve his soul power in the past five years, La Molin has also learned some common sense of medicine from Yan Mo. Seeing that Yan Mo is still awake, he will take up this problem as soon as his body moves.

hum! "A bee the size of a thumb drew a fork in the bee dance in front of him.

Ramo Ling's buttocks landed again, relieved.

Yan Mo also slowly sat up at this time, left Yuan Zhan's embrace, and sat next to him.

Uh? woke up? Isn't this little guy pretending to be in a coma all the time? is it necessary?

Of course Yan Mo wouldn't explain to them the reason for his drowsiness. He just asked Yuan Zhan for details in a low voice, fearing that he might have missed something in front of him.

After listening to Yuan Zhan, Yan Mo touched his chin. He always felt that the Twelve Priests of Wucheng or the Lord Wuxiang was planning something. He asked the cursed witch to go back to Wucheng not because of fairness, but because it was very likely in his plan. The sorcerer needs to go back.

But what exactly the witch elephant is planning, Yan Mo can't tell right now, the curse witch returns to Wucheng, think about it carefully, it will not be harmful to Jiuyuan, maybe it will be beneficial.

Others thought that Jiuyuan's sorcerer competitions depended on the cursed witch, but they never planned to let the cursed witch take action from the very beginning.

The curse witch is also aware of the strength of the apprentice. He complained on his face and felt extremely happy in his heart. He just waited for the apprentice to transform in a second so that everyone present would lose their eyes!

Yan Mo got up, stretched out his arms, kicked his legs, turned his head, turned his head, and moved his whole body. After lying for two days, his bones were stiff.

The others,..." Is this the beginning of witchcraft?

Yan Mo raised his hand to Wucheng, everyone, I have a small question, is this kind of question one time for us and Tucheng? "

Luo Jue: Yes. "

Yan Mo moved his wrist, which was fine. Let the slave come. "

The Tucheng slave carefully looked at the high priest Guizheng. With a sly smile on his face, he asked someone to give him a piece of fat, and let the slave rub his hands with the fat until it looked extremely shiny, which highlighted the thickness of the hands. Thick smudges, Kyu Zheng waved his hand to let the slave enter the middle space.

As soon as the slave entered the open space, Luo Jue announced: "The time for the competition starts now!" "

A trained chiming bird flew to the post, and the chiming bird chirped first, and waited for the next call exactly an hour later.

Yuan Zhan grabbed Yan Mo's hand, Yan Mo squeezed it back, and walked into the middle of the open space generously.

Yan Mo didn't plan to show the soap making process to so many people in public. Since it's a witchcraft competition, let's make it look especially witchcraft!

In fact, the most primitive soap in Jiuyuan was not created by Yan Mo first, but just like the original origin of soap, a female coolie accidentally dropped the suet oil into the ashes while cooking for other coolies. When she went to wash her hands, she found that it was very clean, so she secretly left the mixed mass of sheep oil, grass and wood ashes. Later, when someone found out, the female coolie was afraid of being punished and argued that it was a gift from God.

Because it involved God's gift, this matter was finally reported to him layer by layer, and he remembered that he hadn't popularized soap yet. In fact, when he discovered Suaeda serrata, he used soda ash, oil, and some traditional Chinese medicines and spices to condense it into a ball and use it as soap, but he did too much later and taught Wu Chen how to make soap. And Wu Chen may think that such things are very precious, but he didn't pass it on, and he didn't notice it.

Afterwards, in the name of God, he removed the coolie status from the coolie in public, made her an official citizen of the Nine Atoms, and rewarded her with a house in the outer city village.

Seeing such a practical prize, the other nine-atomic people and coolies are jealous and envious, which also motivates them to work harder and strive to discover and invent in life. Even Yuan Zhan likes to take the soldiers and students to the nearby forest. Wander around and see if you can find some more goodies.

Later, he simply drew the shape and characteristics of the saponin tree and explained that this tree also grows in the north, unlike the fat beads that only grow in the south. Soon, Yuan Zhan found the saponin tree for him during the journey.

With soap, it's easier to make original soap. Although the yield of adding alkali with oil is greater, it is easier to make with saponin and less harmful to the environment. As for the additives produced by making soap, such as nitroglycerin, Yan Mo does not decompose and refine it, and does not know how to ensure the stability of nitroglycerin. He can only ignore these additives. With the ability to protect the environment, it doesn't matter if there are explosives or not.

He has ready-made soap-making ingredients in his pocket, and all he wants now is how to make the process more like witchcraft.

Looking up, he saw that the slave was so nervous that his body was trembling. A flash of light flashed in Yan Mo's mind. He smiled softly at the slave and said, "Child, don't be afraid, the god of the earth will bless you. "

The slave, who was over forty years old, fell to his knees with a weak foot. He was not influenced by the gentleness of the little priest of Jiuyuan, he was frightened just seeing these high-ranking people, and he had never seen any high-ranking person, especially the priest would smile so tenderly and amiably at him.

He is really scared! I'm afraid this little priest will sacrifice him directly to the god of the earth, woohoo, my lord, please, don't chop off my hand! &rd

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Chapter 398 The True Miracle Part 1

Slaves would say this because Kyu-jeong would do it when he was in a bad mood to punish slaves for not washing their hands cleanly.

Yan Mo smiled reassuringly at the slave, clasped his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and raised his head, standing quietly.

After a while, the boy began to move, his movement more like a dance, light and with an indescribable rhythm.

The ancient chanting sounded: I sacrificed my blood, and a drop of blood exchanged for whatever range I am stepping on now, grass grows, flowers bloom. "

This is the real magic word!

When helping La Molin to study spirituality, Yan Mo found that he danced the dance of sacrifice to express his request, which was actually the process of performing spirituality. Even because he could communicate with all spirits and cooperate with the dance of sacrifice, his words Spiritual arts are the most powerful, almost ignoring all martial arts and spiritual levels.

Thinking of the prophecy said by the cursed witch, combined with the things that the shadow threatened him to do, Yan Mo sneered in his heart, it turned out that he was the super scourge who killed gods and turned into demons and set off the war of all races in the world again!

But what prophecy says he is, what is he?

Not to mention that there is a guide to supervise him, even if there is no guide, he will never endure a life controlled by the so-called blood.

If I really want to start the world war again, it must be what I want to do.

His fingers drooped slightly, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips.

Yan Mo seems to be reverently singing in common language to ensure that most people can hear: God of the earth, please listen to my appeal..."

The demands were so low and vague that no one could hear them clearly.

But everyone could see that with the young priest at the center, a large patch of dense green grass suddenly grew out of the gravel around him, the flowers bloomed one after another, the wind blew, and even the scent of flowers and herbs swept the noses of everyone.

The wood-controlling warrior can do this when he has seeds, but does the young man have the action of sowing the seeds?

There are a bunch of masters present, looking at each other and shaking their heads.

That large patch of flowers and plants grew out of nowhere so suddenly.

And everyone heard that the boy had prayed to the god of the earth, so the god of the earth heard the boy's appeal and responded to him?

oh! What a pet this is!

Many people look at the high priest and the three priests of Tucheng. You claim to be the servants of the god of the earth, but have you ever received such a clear response from the god of the earth?

The snake gall's expression remained the same. He admitted that the young priest was a bit miraculous, but he was one of the very few who did not believe in gods, and he always felt that all this could be explained by his ability and energy.

Guizheng is much worse. His eyes are red with jealousy. The oldest priest in Tucheng once left a similar legend. Wherever he walks on the land, even the barren Jedi will bloom with flowers and thorns on the road. It will automatically retreat, it is extremely difficult to cross the deep valleys and cliffs, and he can walk on the ground. That is the god servant who is truly favored by the god of the earth.

But since the oldest high priest disappeared, no priest in Tucheng can do this anymore, but even so, those ancient priests in Tucheng have created many great miracles, which is not like now. !

Jiuyuan can't stay! The little priest of Jiuyuan couldn't stay! Kyu is roaring in his heart, killing intent.

Over there, Yan Mo felt that the prelude was almost over. He quickly took out a piece of prepared medicinal soap from his pocket, held his hands high, and sang aloud: The ancestors are above, your most devout worshipper begs you, please give me a miracle, let Let this grease remove the grease and filth from the hands of the slave. "

Many people stood up in order to see what the boy was holding.

It was about the size of a palm, oval, pale in color, and smooth in texture. Everyone could see it clearly in the sun. It looked like they usually left a spare oil condensate.

Guizheng asked the Jiuyuan priest to use witchcraft to wash the hands of the slaves that were soiled with oil, but the Jiuyuan priest even used oil to make the miracle appear. If it really succeeds... will Kyu-jeong be mad?

Kyu-jeong had long since turned into anger, but no one was looking at him at this time, and everyone was busy watching how the miracle happened.

The sun was shining brightly, and the young man raised his hands high and did not say a word. The piece of oil didn't seem to have changed, and it seemed that there was some kind of miraculous change.

Finally, someone couldn't help but whisper: Has the miracle been given? "

Did the sorcery of the Jiuyuan little priest succeed? "

If he can really make this sorcery attack, then..."

Someone went on to say: Then we shall have one more priest favored by the gods of the earth and the ancestors. "

Ancestral God Priest! What a big tone, is that kid worthy? "Kyu Zheng's face changed, and he wanted to destroy the oil, but so many people watched him, and he had no chance to attack.