Chapter 642

Yan Moxiao, this lord, let's talk about the person who attacked your city lord first. "

Feng Yao also reluctantly called the other party, Lord Feng Yu, please don't make trouble! "

The ugly old man with a very elegant name took it out in his arms and took out a shòu leather bag, little baby, let me tell you, the city lord didn't see him, but I did, but the guy ran too fast, With the help of powerful bone tools, I could only grab a piece of his body. Do you want it? "

As he said that, the old man Feng Yu actually took out a piece of dark flesh from the bag.

Yan Mo signaled Yuan Zhan to take over.

Hara: Really? "

I am useful. "He intends to analyze this piece of flesh to see if it is a bone refiner.

The old man Fengyu tore up half of it and gave it to Yuan Zhan. Don't eat it. I smeared poison on it. "

Hara: ... Is it too late for me to throw it away now?

Lord Fengyu, you said you saw the person who attacked, what did that person look like? "Yan Mo put away his flesh and asked seriously.

The old man Feng Yu coughed a few times. I only saw his back, which was very tall. There seemed to be something on his head, but at night, my eyes were too weak, and I couldn't see clearly. "

Yan Mo thought: Nine times out of ten, they are people from the Bone Refining Clan, but why did they sneak up on the Lord of Wind City? Or should I ask how many people they have attacked and how many have they succeeded?

Yan Mo looked at Feng Yao and saw that the other party didn't wear much clothes, his arms and calves were exposed, including his neck, he didn't see anything resembling slave bones.

City Lord Fengyao, can I ask you to turn around? "

Feng Yao didn't quite understand, but he still turned around as he said he was grateful to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo focused on the back of his neck and didn't see anything.

The old man Fengyu sitting at their feet bent his back and asked: What are you looking at? "

Feng Yao turned around, he also had the same question.

Yan Mo didn't answer directly, but staggered the topic: City Lord Fengyao, I'm afraid you can't use witch medicine for your injury. If you want to completely solve your problem, I need a very quiet and safe place. This place is not suitable. If you Believe me, come to the Lord of the Witch City to find me tonight. "

Feng Yao, good! "There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and he was suppressed by his actions.

Feng Yao took the initiative and said: If you can cure me, I can promise you, if there are soldiers in Fengcheng defecting to you, I will not stop them, and I will also send their families to you Jiuyuan. "

Yan Mo felt that this person was very good, and his smile became more sincere. Don't worry, Ah Zhan's situation was worse than yours. "

A war? "Perhaps he is about to solve the biggest problem that has plagued him so far. Feng Yao's expression is much more relaxed, and his gaze at Yuan Zhan even has a hint of ridicule.

Don't scream, Lord City Lord! "Yuan Zhan grabbed Yan Mo, just right, Mo will cure you tonight, and we will have a good fight tomorrow."

Feng Yao's eyes were full of fighting intent, so it was settled. "

Feng Yao took the people from Fengcheng back, and the others didn't know what they were doing, but they saw that the terrifyingly ugly high priest of Fengcheng was still sitting on the Jiuyuan stand.

Little baby, Fengshen told me that you will give birth to the son of life. "

The old man looked at the sky with a look of madness and joy. I knew that the fruit of witch luck was on you. As soon as I got close to you, I could smell that smell, but...why are there two souls? "

The old man held his head in pain, and muttered in his mouth, two... two sons of life, why are there two, Fengshen... ah ah! "

Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan: Fuck! The old bottom has been lifted, these great witches in the upper city are really scary!

Chapter 418 The Fruit of Witchcraft and the Son of Life

Miaoxiang raised her head suddenly, what did she hear?

The voice in her head also sounded suspicious: Son of life? "

The voice suddenly became extremely regretful, I didn't expect the fruit of Wu Luck to be in front of me, I really... alas! But why was this little priest able to give birth to the son of life, or two? Could the old man be wrong? "

The voice of the High Priest Fengyu was neither loud nor low, and La Moling and the others in the lower stand could hear it clearly. As for the distance, anyone with good ears and paying attention to Jiuyuan's actions should also hear what they should hear. .

Yan Mo wanted to deny it, but Feng Yu and the others didn't give him the chance.

Kuipa, Anbu, Liu Yan and others stood up one after another, and the fruit of witch luck was indeed on him! "

I thought that if you really gave the fruit of witch luck to Lord Wuxiang, he could wake up, hum! "

Lord Wuxiang really protects the people of Jiuyuan. Even though the fruit of witch luck is still on the little priest, you said that he gave you the fruit of witch luck. "

Wu Xiang squinted his eyes as if he didn't hear the accusations against him, and he didn't expect that the crazy old priest in Fengcheng would point out that Yan Mo had the fruit of witch luck on the spot. As for how he could tell...

Liu Yan, Lord Fengyu, what do you mean by saying that there are two sons of life? Could it be that there are two fruits of witchcraft? And how can you be sure that the fruit of witchcraft is on that little priest? "

The latter sentence sounded like she was speaking for Yan Mo, but it wasn't, Liu Yan just wanted to make it real.

Yan Mo was also curious about the latter question. Feng Yu said that he smelled the fruit of witch luck, so how did he know what the fruit of witch luck was?

Feng Yu slowly let go of the hand holding his head, his expression was still confused, but it was no longer the same as when he had a severe headache just now, just two of them, it wasn't me who bred them anyway. "

Yuan Zhan frowned. The old man said this as if it wasn't me who died anyway. Could it be that Mo has to pay a great price for giving birth to the son of life?

Master Fengyu! "Several people were shouting, all hoping the old man would give an affirmative answer.

Feng Yu let out a strange laugh. I have been to the territory of the Kunpeng Clan, and I have seen the shell left by the son of life when he was born. The smell is very special, but only the people who serve the Fengshen can smell it. The power that the wind god has given us. "

I see!

Then you said that there are two fruits of witch luck..."

I didn't say that there are two fruits of witch luck, I said that there are two children of life. "

Quipa, what's the difference? "

The old man Feng Yu suddenly burst into laughter and stood up. The difference is, I don't care who holds the fruit of witch luck, it's not uncommon! But the sons of life are different. The ancestors of my Wind Clan are the sons of life. Every one of my Fengcheng people will protect the next generation of the sons of life. This is the highest mission of Fengcheng people, and it is also the lifelong pursuit of every generation of priests in Fengcheng! Unexpectedly, after waiting for thousands of years, I was actually asked to wait for the second son of life, no, it was two, two sons of life, hahaha! "

Not to mention the discoloration of everyone in the audience, at least the expressions of those who have plans for the fruit of witch luck have changed.

Is Fengcheng completely standing on Jiuyuan's side?

Lord of the Windy City, what do you say? ” asked the City Lord of Yincheng, who was sitting next to Windy City.

Feng Yao felt very bitter in his heart—the priest of his own family didn’t say anything about discussing it with him before announcing it, at least let him know, but with a helpless look on his face, he said: Fengshen is above, Fengyu-sama It is our high priest, and his will is the will of Fengshen. What he says, then what will we do in Fengcheng. "

Kuipa and the others looked at Feng Yao in disbelief, your high priest is going crazy, and you also let him talk nonsense? Do you really want to fight for Jiuyuan and other Shangcheng?

Yuan Zhan bowed his head and rubbed his chin on top of Yan Mo's head. It seems that our children have an extra city guardian soldier, do you want it? "

The old man Fengyu suddenly turned his head, don't try it! From now on, until the birth of the Son of Life, I will not leave you. That little baby, you said you lack high-level soldiers? How much do you want? "

Yan Mole.

Kuipa and the others looked at each other. It was really good that the little priest of Jiuyuan had the fruit of witch luck, but the current development situation was something they didn't want to see at all! Don't look at Fengcheng's low ranking in the Nine Cities, every time he and Yincheng change the last two positions, but that's not because they are weak in force, but because witch medicine, sorcery and weapon refining are holding back. On the contrary, Fengcheng If the city's force is really discussed, the top three will definitely be no problem.

At this moment, the city lord of the empty city, who has always been on the sidelines and has not expressed any opinion from beginning to end, spoke up, I know what is the fruit of witch luck, but what is the son of life? Can someone tell me? "

Yan Mo looked at the opening, and naturally turned his attention to the other side.

The appearance of the lord of the empty city is somewhat similar to that of the dark city. He is also covered from head to toe, his face is hidden under a large hood, and only a little pale chin can be seen.

Everyone was looking at Old Man Feng Yu, but Old Man Feng Yu sat down at their feet after scolding Yuan Zhan.

Taking into account the identity of the other party and the mood of the people in Fengcheng, Yuan Zhan directly moved the soil under his feet to support the old man Feng Yu and turned it into a back chair with armrests, which was placed directly in front of them, in the middle of the second floor.

The old man Feng Yu touched the armrest of the chair, and seemed very satisfied with the chair. He folded his legs on the chair, and the whole person shrunk into the chair.

There were a lot of people who didn't know about the Son of Life, so the witch elephant didn't care after seeing Feng Yu's madness, and cursed in a low voice: This lunatic will really make trouble for me. "

In the end, it was Lord Wuxiang who was kind and slowly explained to everyone: You have all heard of the fruit of witch luck, and the fruit of witchcraft will appear once every few hundred years, but does the power of obtaining it really become stronger? "

certainly! Not many of the nine Shangcheng and the Baixi clan that we were present at the scene grew up after receiving the fruit of witchcraft? "Liu Yan seemed to be smiling.

But how much have you lost? In the past several wars of various races, how many times were not the fruit of witchcraft? I remember that there is a clear record in the Temple of Wucheng. During the last war, there were almost demigods of various races, but what about now? "

Wu Xiang's voice is very soft, but his tone is quite rude. After thousands of years, although there has not been a major battle, for various reasons, how many wars have there been including the fruit of Wu Luck? How many demigods are there on this earth now? How many warriors above level ten are there in your forces? "