Chapter 417:

"I don't want to control him. That person is terrible, and it doesn't matter if I control him. The priest is not irritating."
"Whether you want to control him, you have to go to the worms, that thing can make your ability stronger, you only have to be strong and you don't have to rely on others. Don't you want to get back all the shame and grievances you have received?" Don't you want to let those who scorn you and bully you plead with you?"
Miao Xiang grabbed the skirt, she certainly thought, dreaming are thinking!
Severely open your eyes, the situation is not too bad, at least better than the original situation.
However, for this degree of soul damage, the effect of light medication may not be high.
When I saw the young man's look, he usually withdrew from his soul. His eyes flashed a bit of color. If he didn't feel the soul to invade his soul, he would probably think that the boy would not touch it. His soul sea, this boy looks at a young age, his soul power has actually exceeded eight?
There have been many people who have been exposed to the temperament of the sorrowful sea. Many of them have internal shocks. They did not have a few people who could easily enter and exit like this, even if the soul has reached level 8, it is only able to reach level 8. Make sure you don't get hurt, and it's so easy to quit.
The wind is about to take back his wrist and gently drink it: "Don't move." He said that he had closed his eyes again.
Just looking at it, what he seems to find, if he wants to ask for a certificate, he must go into careful observation again, if it is what he suspects...
The wind is frowning, but soon his eyes will be shocked!
His guard came forward and the wind immediately raised his other hand, indicating that they would not bother, and then he closed his eyes.
Just now, his long-awaited soul sea suddenly seemed to be smashed by a spring breeze. This wind did not make the storm more frenzied, but was to return to the soul of the storm.
Slowly, the overbearing soul that has been mixed in his soul seems to be sucked away by what more hegemonic power, although not much, but this has made him feel obvious changes.
"Call..." He really hasn't been so comfortable for a long time.
It’s so popular that I just want to lie down and get a good night’s sleep. God knows that he hasn’t slept a good night since he was injured. Even if he is too tired, he can’t sleep well.
The wind and the strange shape are naturally seen in everyone's eyes.
I will never look at Feishan and Wuxiang.
Wu Xiang slightly raised his palm and shook, indicating that he waited.
I nodded and pressed the wrist to everyone, saying that I would wait for a while.
No one expressed dissatisfaction, at least not clearly stated, no one even dared to make drum noise, did not see the little priest is using the soul to see the wind city owner?
If a loud noise is heard and they are disturbed, the little priest will be hurt. If the wind is injured and wounded, the unscrupulous mad warriors of Fengcheng will not rush to cut them into pieces with a wind blade. !
Quipa and others want to make some things. It is best to let the Fengcheng people hate the best of the nine original people, but the Fengcheng people worry about their own city owners, and there are two high-ranking soldiers who come to the Jiuyuan stand, even they The mad priest was coming over.
The mad priest of Fengcheng ran to the stand of Jiuyuan, and looked around their city owner, and sternly, suddenly made a gesture.
Later, two high-ranking warriors and the previous two immediately dispersed, and formed a half circle to protect the city owner.
Subsequently, the mad priest and the original battle for a moment, grabbed the face, even a short stroll at the foot of the original battle.
The original battle... did not even drive away.
The test time was postponed, but no one was willing to leave, everyone wanted to see what happened. The performance of the wind city master and the wind city people clearly shows that the nine original small priests are not only looking at the wind damage of the soul, but more like... using the soul force to treat the scene on the wind?
But what other high-priest priests did not do, can the little priest do it?
What everyone wants to know now is, to what extent is the soul of the little priest so strong?
The Mucheng High Priest Chaoge and the Three Priests were whispering.
Quipa is also asking Bach.
The priests who used to treat the winds are now asking people to whisper something.
Feishan also attached to the side of the witch's ear, whispered: "I can be sure that the age of the little guy is at most twenty, but his soul power...?"
The witches squinted. "How can the soul of the little one being loved by the ancestors be like others? He can be a person who can borrow the power of God."
Feishan pressed his shoulders and his voice was pressed lower. "So young, so powerful, and capable of borrowing divine power, what do you think of?"
The witches ask: "What do you think is the process of treating the gods on the first day of healing?"
"...Dance?" Flying Mountain moves, "The dance of sacrifices! Borrow the power of God... Is it the real dance of the sacrifices?"
The witch did not speak.
Feishan looked up and looked at the silence, his eyes were complicated, and he whispered to himself: "Do you say that he... is it a good-speaking family? But why was your last prophecy exactly the opposite of the prophecy that was handed down in ancient times?"
The vulture's mouth is bent. "Prophecy is only God's warning and warning to the world, but it is not unchangeable. What's more, two prophecies, one is that the blood of the good-speaking people will set off the flames of the world, and the other is that the dance of the dance of the sacrifices. People bring hope, it’s totally different."
The witch like a rest, like a child, said: "Moreover, whoever says that the dance that will dance the true sacrifice must be the blood of the good-speaking family? And there can be no two bloodlines of the good-speaking people? You forgot the sound city. The city owner, he has had several children, and he is said to be the blood of the good-speaking people, as well as the brothers and sisters of the city."
Feishan laughed and pinched the thick earlobe of the witch like "Yes, yes, you are reasonable!"
Wu Wu looked at him with sorrow. "But I still have to look at him more. This child will not be a good temper even if he does not provoke the world." Moreover, he has the most profitable knife in his hand."
The two men turned their eyes together to the original battle.
The original special policeman felt that he immediately turned his head and saw a super fat man and his warrior looking at him with a strange expression like watching a certain monster.
Original battle: "..."
Strictly verified his own thoughts and began to slowly withdraw his soul.
"Don't go!" The wind shouted out.
He is comfortable, how can the other party say go and leave? No, the man didn't even say a word.
The imposing soul force wants to get entangled, but the soul that comforts his violent soul is very slippery, and he turns and ran away!
Everyone thought that they had to wait for a long time, but when they made up their minds, they might have to wait for a long time, and they opened their eyes before and after the wind and the silence.
The wind and the backhand grabbed the strict wrist, quickly and earnestly said: "Mr. Wu, please continue, I will pay three nine-level crystal coins as I said before."
Strictly just want to talk.
"Let go!" The original war first screamed out.
The wind is not willing to let go.
The original battle stared at him with cold eyes, and the earth was changing at the foot. The wind quickly calmed down and released his hand.
The original battle quickly recovered the harsh wrists, and it seemed that the force was very soft and slammed.
Strictly annoyed, "Hey!"
Someone finally converges a little.
The wind is also looking for reason in this moment, taking a step back and looking at the sternness of sincerity: "Thank you for being a great wizard, I am much better. Here, I ask the wizard to help me refine the symptomatic witch medicine. My soul power can be restored as before, Wind City will remember this kindness."
Shake his head tightly. Remember what is the use of kindness? He wants something more affordable.
What is the meaning of shaking your head?
"You don't need to remember your kindness, fair trade can be." Strictly did not say how to calculate fair trade, suddenly asked: "You said that you were attacked, then what do you see when you attacked you?"
What kind of price is still in the air to satisfy the strict satisfaction. When you listen to the question of rigorously, this person who is sitting in the position of the city at a young age immediately responds sensitively: "Do you know what you are? Do you know the people who attacked me?"
"Not necessarily, but I really feel a little familiar with the soul that hurts your soul. By the way, the guy and I have hatred."
"Oh?" The wind whispered quickly. "I didn't see anyone who attacked me. The other person's soul is very powerful, and..."
"The bones he used are very powerful!" The hoarse and ugly sound was connected.
A few people looked at the high priest of the Windy City sitting at the foot of the original battle.
The wind priest raised his head and a face could scare the crying child! This man has been ugly, his nose is gone, leaving only a scar-like protrusion and a distorted little black hole. The lips are open, and a bite of teeth is protruding from the lips, and one eye is lost.
Strictly looking at the Fengcheng high priest, he asked: "And then?"
"The little baby is not too small, and the flesh is tender and tender." The Fengcheng high priest even stretched out the black claws to touch the tight feet.
Grabbed an empty! The original battle has already taken the first step of his family's silent legs.
Strictly laughing, "This adult, let me first talk about the person who attacked the Lord of the city."
The wind is also very helpless to call each other, "wind language adults, please do not worry!"
The ugly old man with a very elegant name groaned in his arms and pulled out a animal skin bag. "Little baby, I told you, the city owner didn't see him, but I saw it, but the guy ran too fast. And there are powerful bones to help, I can only grab a piece of flesh on him. Do you want it?"
Said, the old man of the wind language actually took out a piece of black lacquered flesh from the bag.
Strictly indicated that the original battle was taken.
Original battle: "Really?"
"I am useful." He intends to take this piece of flesh for analysis to see if it is a bone-man.
The old man of the wind language tore half of the hand to the original battle, "Don't eat, I wiped the poison on it."
Original War:...Is it too late to throw it away?
"Wind language adult, you said that you saw the sneak attacker, what does that person look like?" Strictly close the flesh and ask seriously.
The old man coughed a few times. "I only saw his back. It was very high. There seemed to be something on his head, but at night, my eyes didn't work, and I didn't see it."
Strictly think: Ten or eight is the refining of the bones, but why did they attack the city of Fengcheng? Or ask how many people they have sneaked, and how many people have let them succeed?
Strictly watching the wind, the other side did not wear a lot of clothes, the arms and calves were exposed, including the neck, did not see anything like slave bones.
"Wind the city owner, can you please turn around?"
The wind did not understand, but he was somewhat grateful to the rigor, but he turned around.
Strictly focus on the back of his neck and did not see anything.
The old man sitting at their feet bent over and asked: "What are you looking at?"
The wind turned back and he had the same question.
Strictly did not answer directly, but staggered the topic: "The wind lord, your wounded light is afraid of using witch medicine. If you want to solve your problem completely, I need a very quiet and safe place. It is not suitable here. You believe me, just come to the main temple of Wucheng tonight to find me."
Windy, "Good!" His voice contained a hint of urgency, and he was forced to press.
The wind and the initiative said: "If you can cure me, I can promise you, if there are soldiers in the Windy City to go to you, I will not stop, and will also give their family members to Jiuyuan."
I feel that this person is very good, and my smile is sincere. "Reassured, the situation in the war has been more powerful than you."
"A war?" Perhaps it is necessary to solve the biggest problem that has plagued him so far. The look of the wind is much easier, and the look of the original war has even brought a little ridicule.
"Don't scream, the master of the city!" The original battle was tight. "Exactly, I will cure you tonight, and we will play well tomorrow."
The wind is full of war, "That's it."
The wind and the wind came back with the people of Fengcheng. Others did not know their trade, but they saw that the ugly and horrible high priest of Fengcheng was still sitting in the stands of Jiuyuan.
"Little baby, Fengshen told me that you will give birth to the son of life."
The old man looked at the sky and looked like madness and joy. "I know that the fruit of the witchcraft is on you. When I get close to you, I smell the smell, but... why are there two souls?"
The old man held his head in pain, and he muttered in his mouth. "Two... two sons of life, why are there two, Fengshen...ah!"
Strict and original battle: fucking! The old bottom is smashed, and these big cities are really scary!