Chapter 390: Wucheng-City of Witches

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu said that Wucheng-City of Witches sent people to greet them not just to greet them, but to make sure Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo handle them carefully.

"Priest, the shrine of Wucheng-City of Witches, can discover the existence of the Jiu Yuan and feel the birth of the strong city, but they can't judge how strong it is without actual contact. For this reason, whenever Wucheng-City of Witches goes out to meet a strong person who does not belong to the forces of the cities, they will send someone to test his bottom first. You can regard it as a qualification test for the Nine Cities gathering. Those who pass the test can be taken over. Those who can't pass the test are not qualified to add a seat to Wucheng-City of Witches.”

Soon the facts told Yan and Mo that the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was right, and that Wucheng-City of Witches envoys showed a bad momentum when they came.

On August 26, the Jiu Yuan people saw the bone bird.

At first they thought it was their own returning, but warrior at the guard's point of view found that the bone-bird was a circle smaller than the bone-bird of Priest Da-Ren, and its shape was not the same.

The sentry reported the situation, and soon the city defense warriors flew up into the sky on the Winged Yingzhao and approached the bone bird.

The man in the bone-bird spoke spiritually to show his identity and to say that he was an emissary from the Holy City.

When the city defense warriors heard the word "holy city", they respectfully understand the word "holy city". It was circulated that there would probably be envoys calling for Wucheng-City of Witches or Holy City during this period, so that the people they received must show enough respect.

The city's defense warriors shouted at the bone bird with their small trumpets, letting them land for a moment, saying that they would soon be welcomed.

The people inside the bird agreed, but then the other city defense warriors who flew up found that the bird did not even land, but flew to their sacred temple mountain, and immediately warriors flew to stop it.

"Da-Ren, messenger, please stop! In front of me is the Jiu Yuan God Mountain. No one can pass without permission.

Bone bird did not care, so they flew to the temple at elevated altitude.

Yuan Zhan was discussing with Da-Shan about the location of the first autumn hunt this year when the news was passed on layer by layer. When he heard Wucheng-City of Witches’ ambassador’s disobedience they flew straight to the temple, and his face chilled immediately.

Da-Shan frowned. "Where is Priest Da-Ren now?”

Yuan Zhan has stood up and walked out. "He is now in the temple to help inspire the blood ability warriors."

Yes, Yan Mo is now in the temple, and he and Shifu helped Hei Qi awaken the ability of blood. Unlike Yan Mo, who usually follows the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu to learn curses, now Yan Mo is the main force, and The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu follows to watch.

Hei Qi is the elder brother of Yan Mo. The blood ability of the Salt Mountain Tribesmen Clan would be very useful to the Jiu Yuan if it could be awakened. But because of Hei Xiang's betrayal and the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, many people fled to grab food, Yan Mo never helped any of them to awaken.

Hei Qi was the first, but Yan Mo also observed the other side for five years. He felt that the other side was loyal to the Jiu Yuan and had good diplomatic skills. After Yuan Zhan volunteered to recommend him, he decided to help stimulate his blood.

Unlike in previous years, blood ability awakening has become one of the special ways for the Jiu Yuan to reward warriors for their achievement. A warrior who is not particularly loyal and has made a huge contribution can't get such a special reward, which is almost miraculous.

Usually the Jiu Yuan people can learn the primary training method when they enters a school or military academy. People who learn the primary training method are more likely to stimulate their blood ability than before, but not everyone can stimulate it. On the contrary, so far, the number of people who can naturally stimulate blood ability is still very small, almost 1 to 100.

Although the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu said that such a proportion is already been a very large proportion of human forces, it would be good for the average human tribe to have a single blood warrior among a thousand people, as well as the city forces.

Every warrior who is personally inspired by Yan Mo awakens his blood ability. In other words, if he wants, he can turn all the Jiu Yuan into a blood warrior. However, the ability of each warrior after awakening varies according to his physical condition.

In the words of the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, this is simply not the ability that is allowed to exist! If you let people know, Yan Mo's fate is not going to be praised as a god, but he will be killed by all the people who are in priests temples together - any ability that is too much powerful, it will only make people fear.

Yuan Zhan did not know how powerful this Yan Mo ability was, and after listening to The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, he began to strictly limit Yan Mo to help warriors to stimulate blood power.

Yan Mo himself did not intend to completely break the balance of the world, as long as the proportion of the blood-ability warriors of the Jiu Yuan was stronger than other forces, just as the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu and Yuan Zhan both demanded, he also pushed the boat to raise the inspiration of blood ability into a miracle of super-difficulty, which requires seven days of sacrifice to gods and a great price to pay, and not necessarily succeed.

As for the previous 100% success stories, Yan Mo said that the people who had been inspired were all very powerful. He just saw them and helped them wake up earlier. No one questioned that.

Of course, Zheng and Shan Gu are not fools either. They have passed down from tribesmen that is best to self-awaken the ability of blood, so they know very well that without a help from Priest Da-Ren, they would not be able to awaken the ability of blood for the rest of their lives.

But those who were inspired by blood ability in the first few batches could be said to be Yan Mo and the Jiu Yuan's most loyal warriors. Even if they knew that Priest Da-Ren was hiding his magical abilities, they would not speak out, they even wished that Priest Da-Ren could hide his abilities deeper.

And that's why Yan Mo spent a lot of time studying the practice of pure force. After many experiments, he found that the training method given to him by The Guide can be used universal at the primary level. After intermediate level, non-blood warriors can use pure force warriors only by removing the spiritual training part and removing some unnecessary energy flow routes.

Because of this result, Yan Mo was reduced by 20,000 points in SCUM VALUE.

Compared with the beginning, this reduction of 20,000 SCUM VALUE is not really much, which is still the important when he achieved the 3rd rank achievement of sainthood and doubled the decrease of SCUM VALUE.

Yan Mo thought that, judging from the reduction of SCUM VALUE, The Guide acknowledged his efforts, but did not seem to particularly approve of his efforts to improve human strength. You see, his effort to activate a person's blood ability is only reduced by 100 points, and doubled by 200. But he saw a dying horn cow or a pheasant, and so did the minus points.

"Ding Da-Ren! There are bone birds flying towards us outside! It's not our own people. The city defense warriors didn't stop them. The gatekeeper of the temple flew in to summon him.

Listen to Ding Ning, "Come on, go out with me."

Inside the hall, Yan Mo, who is preparing the herb collection, raised his head. Others think he is giving blood encouragement to them in closing up his eyes. In fact, he has made perfect use of that activity. After giving the work to The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, he does not need to stare at it all the time. Most of the time, he can do his own business.

He did not hear the message from the outside warriors. He looked up because he felt a strong and unfriendly soul.

The soul force impolitely attacked at the shrine, as if looking for and observing something.

Yan Mo for five years, his physical strength is not obvious. But since he had learned for himself the real Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, his soul power growth almost seemed to be at no bottleneck. In five years, even he himself did not know that his soul force level. His Shifu said three years ago that he could not see his soul rating, not only that his soul power rating exceeded that of 10th rank, but his soul force seems to have changed, and it is difficult to define it by rank.

The most interesting thing is that if you are a soul power below 9th rank you will think that Yan Mo soul power is just a normal person. Only the strong soul above 10th rank will find his soul power is unusual, and will not see his level of soul power.

Yan Mo did not move. He was with Shifu. The unscrupulous fellow outside came to die.

Sure enough! A huge wave of soul force shot out of the hall from the inner hall, like a sharp arrow, followed by the curse from the loud voice of the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu: "Where's the fool, run to my disciples here to show himself!"

Yan Mo laughed silently, put down his hard pen and got up and walked out of the hall.

Outside, the bone bird landed askew on the square in front of the temple.

Ding Ning and the temple guards stood in front of the temple and stared at the bone bird.

When Yan Mo came out with Ding Fei and other escorts, the bone-bird reacted.

A tall, thin, horse faced young man came out of the back of the bone bird's tail with a pale face. The slave next to him wanted to help him and was pushed away by him.

Behind the horse face man, besides the servant with the slave mark on his forehead, he was accompanied by a man dressed like him and four warriors.

The horse face man's clothes were not just gorgeous, very concise, very gorgeous, and blue in color, with a huge purple crystal hanging around his neck, his fingers are unusually long, and his arms are longer pass his knees.

The man in the same blue cloth was slightly older, about 35 or 36, with a beard and a friendly look.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu also wobbled out of the inner hall.

The horse face man seemed to know The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. He endured pain, folded his hands across his chest, hunched down and gave the priest salute to The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. "The gods shined, and the servant Ma-Xian greets the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu Da-Ren."

The bearded man also saluted The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. "Temple Servant Lu Se greet The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu Da-Ren."

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu looked up and down at the two men. "Are you advanced level servants?”

"Yes." They answered in chorus.

Yan Mo recalled the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's introduction of Wucheng-City of Witches Temple. Wucheng-City of Witches Temple, unlike other city temples, has only twelve priests. The following level are the servants, who are divided into three ranks, from the lower level to the advanced level. In Wucheng-City of Witches Temple, the ability of an advanced level temple servant is often equivalent to that of the High Priest who goes to upper city, so these advanced level temple servant will receive the highest welcome wherever they go.

Ma-Xian straightened up, with a strong discontent in his expression: "The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu Da-Ren, others do not know, you should know very clear why we came over. Now that you hurt me, how do we know if the strong people here are qualified to go to my holy city?”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu rolled his eyes. "Isn't there another temple servant and four God warriors?”

Ma-Xian was angry, "You!"

Lu Se coughed heavily, like a reminder: "This is the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu Da-Ren."

Ma-Xian sneered, "So what? He's been banished from the Temple of the Holy City!"

Lu Se frowned and looked at Ma-Xian resentfully.

Yan Mo raised his eyebrows. The horse face temple servant did not seem to respect the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu very much. He thought that anyone in the world who could recognize the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was afraid of him.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu clapped Yan Mo, satirize funny smile, "Come on, see, this is probably Quipa's disciples, so big curse shield yuan crystal wear, how scared are you that I will curse you?”

Quipa? The name... Ah, isn't this Shifu's great friend in Wucheng-City of Witches? Yan Mo suddenly realized that no wonder a servant dared not give the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu respect.

Ma-Xian subconsciously grasped the purple crystal in his chest with his hand, and his eyes showed a little resentment, but soon he rearranged his expression and said to Yan Mo with a cold face, "Who are you? What about the chief here? Let him come out to see me."

Lu Se did not speak, and the line seemed to be led by Ma-Xian.

Ding Fei and others saw that Ma-Xian was irreverent to Priest Da-Ren. They were very angry. Ding Fei was going to say something on the spot and was stopped by Ding Ning.

Yan Mo sighed in his heart. Everything has its pros and cons. Shifu's strength is good, but the ability to provoke enemies everywhere is also a headache. Look, if Da-Ren, the temple servant, gives others a heroic test, he must give them an epic level embarrassment.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu was very unhappy with Ma-Xian's attitude. He had to start with a curse in his mouth.

Ma-Xian's face was tense, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "If you do it again, it's against the agreement. The Jiu Yuan will never be eligible to participate in the Nine Cities gathering again!"

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's face trembled and suddenly gave a low roar, shouting at Yan Mo: "You take him down yourself! Or I will put your face in your xss!"

Yan Mo cleared his throat and asked the horse face temple servant facing him expressionlessly, "If we beat you and make go face down, we can go to Wucheng-City of Witches?”

"Who are you?”Ma-Xian asked again, disdaining and vigilant.

"I'm the Jiu Yuan's Priest."

"So young? Let your high priest come out." Ma-Xian didn't take Yan Mo, who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, seriously at all.

Yan Mo slowly said, "We Jiu Yuan have rules too. You can only see him if you defeat me first."

"Defeat you? I'm here to see if you have the strength to challenge The Nine Great Cities. What you want to show me is not only your strength, but also the power of your weapons, drugs and sacrifices. Since you are the priest, let me see your refining ability or your priest's strength." Ma-Xian had a haughty face.

Yan Mo said in his mind that the overall situation is the most important. He waited for this to pass and then taught this boy a lesson.

"Well, I can show you the medicines I made, but how do you tell if I'm..." Yan Mo did not finish his words, but suddenly changed color.

Ma-Xian had a divine warrior disappearing and reappearing. When he appeared, he had an extra man on his hand.

Ding Ning!

Ding Ning was pissed off. He attacked the blood warrior immediately when he caught him, but his attack was not worth mentioning in front of the blood warrior. The man grabbed him and extinguished the fire he threw out.

When Ding Ning tried to attack again, he could not move and was restrained.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's face was ugly, because the old rule that Wucheng-City of Witches went out of the priesthood could not help the new forces, otherwise the new forces would lose their challenge qualifications, and in order to avoid the force sitting on a large scale, Wucheng-City of Witches would lead the other eight cities to suppress the forces. It is said that such a rule is to prevent Wucheng-City of Witches priests from being too ambitious.

When Ding Fei saw his brother restrained, his eyes nearly pop out, but he calmed down instead, did not yell, and did not let Priest Da-Ren rescue Ding Ning.

All the other guards and temple guards looked at Yan Mo.

Yan Mo looked at Ding Ning and saw that the other side had no trauma. Suddenly she smiled at the warrior who caught Ding Ning.

Warrior also laughed, but it was more like an adult teasing of children.

Yan Mo thought: These people didn't take the Jiu Yuan serious in their eyes at all. Maybe in their mind, even with the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu taught his disciples, but how many skills can he learn in five years?

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu said in Yan Mo's ear, "See, boy? That's the attitude of priests’ servants going to the city. The rankings of Yincheng-Sound City and Tucheng-Earth City you met before in The Nine Cities are all in the top five. Tucheng-Earth City has declined. Yincheng-Sound City has secrets. And they all ask for the Jiu Yuan, so they dare not take it easy in front of you. But others go to a city... They look at other tribes as much as they look at ants. First, they feel it. When they go to Wucheng-City of Witches, you will have a deeper understanding.”

Over there, Ma-Xian walked over, grabbed Ding Ning's wrist and scratched him with his long, sharp nails.

Ding Ning's blood flowed.

Ding Ning's face changed, his hands clenched into fists, and as soon as his body moved, he felt an extra hand on his shoulder.

Yan Mo looked at the opposite side and he almost guessed what he was going to do. Quipa disciple? He will settle that score.

Ma-Xian used something to roll around Ding Ning’s wound. When it was covered with the blood of Ding Ning, he nodded to Warrior.

Warrior grabbed Ding Ning and pushed him over.

Ding Ning, who was physically weak, was pushed to the middle by this thrust, and was embraced by Yan Mo before he fell.

Ding Fei and others rushed over. Yan Mo grabbed Ding Ning's wrist for the first time and treated him for bleeding. After the hemostasis, checked his pulse.

Ma-Xian smiled coldly and asked the slave to fetch a pottery basin.

When Yuan Zhan arrived, he happened to see Ma-Xian dancing and humming around a brazier, his head quivering and his hands waving like epilepsy patients.

"He's casting a spell on Ding Ning." The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu points out the way.

Yuan Zhan nodded and went to Yan Mo.

Opposite, warrior who grabbed Ding Ning looked at Yuan Zhan brilliantly. "I can feel that you are very strong, very strong. What level of warrior are you? Are you the chief of this city?”

Before Yuan Zhan answered, Yan Mo said, "Beat him!"

Yuan Zhan did not hesitate for a moment. He hit the warrior with his palm turned over.

Warrior laughed when he heard Yan Mo's voice, but immediately he couldn't laugh. The new upstart started very fast, and... Aren't you going to fight? Laozi is ready. You can try to bury me alive as soon as you come up?"

Yes, warrior looked at Yuan Zhan and thought he was going to attack him with something. But he didn't expect his feet to suddenly become empty. He could not respond to it directly, and his body fell down directly.

But he's fast, he found out something went wrong, and he tried jumping up, but even if his speed is fast, and the speed of the soil burying him the soil is not slow.

As a result, he leaped out of his upper body and was buried from below his chest.

However, the warrior still did not take the attack seriously. He even praised Yuan Zhan with a smile on his face: "Good ability, are you a soil control warrior? But you can't think that... “

Finally, without saying a word, the smile on warrior's face disappeared. He found that he could not break away from the soil that was burying him, and the soil seemed to be sucking, sucking him down bit by bit.

The Wucheng-City of Witches warriors next to them did not do it. They regarded it as a test of force. According to the rules, one warrior did it and the others could not intervene.

That warrior has also wanted to preserve his face, clearly wants to ask for help, but he does not ask for help, but also wanted to use his ability to break through difficulties.

His ability has something to do with speed, which is not just running fast. If he uses his ability in his hands, when he beats others, they can't see his fist at all. When he uses his ability all over his body, he can disappear instantly and appear elsewhere.

But there is a disadvantage of his ability, that is, he must be given a space to speed up, just like someone who will start running faster and to go faster, he does not need such a long starting distance, but he must have a place for his body to move, not big, as long as a palm width is about.

But now let's not mention a palm-wide margin. His body is so tightly wrapped in the soil that only his head has room to move. But he can't let his head run away alone and leave his body behind, can he? Even if he succeeds, he will be dead!

The warrior is still working hard, so long as his fingers struggle a little bit in the soil, he can use extremely high speed to break the soil.

All of a sudden! The warrior's face changed, and the soil around him tightened. What's worse, what sharp stuff is in the soil that plunged into him?

“Save me! This guy is so fierce, something is sucking my blood below! I'm going to faint!" the warrior finally couldn't help asking his partner for help.

Yuan Zhan manipulated rattan roots hidden beneath the soil of the temple and attacked the warrior, and then stopped caring about him, because Yan Mo asked him to beat him.

Yan Mo has studied with The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu for five years. No one knows whether he has learned to curse or not. But Yuan Zhan cursed Yan Mo several times when he saw the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu doing nothing, and Yan Mo was nervous from the beginning and tried to relax from behind. Now the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu can do his own thing with a smile even if he curses him seriously.

"Ma-Xian, um." Yan Mo stood up beside Ding Ning, broke off his wrist, turned around and smiled gently at Ma-Xian. "My child, if Quipa comes, maybe he will give me some trouble, but you'd better go home and wash and sleep."