Banished to Another World Chapter 417

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

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Banished To Another World Chapter 417: It's exposed!

    "I don't want to control him. That person is terrible, and it doesn't matter if I control him. The Priest is not going to let it." Miao Xiang said with a lingering heart.

    "Whether you want to control him or not, you have to go to the Chong-Bugs people, that thing they have can make your ability stronger, you only have to be strong and you don't have to rely on others. Do you want to be stigmatized and wronged? Don't you want to let those who scorn you and bully you, kneel and beg you for forgiveness?"

    Miao Xiang grabbed the skirt, she certainly thought, dreaming is thinking!

    Yan Mo opened his eyes and Feng Yao's situation was not too bad, at least much better than the situation which faced Yuan Zhan when his soul sea was damaged.

    However, for this degree of soul damage, the effect of light medication may not be high.

    Feng Yao saw the juvenile look normally when withdrawing from his Soul Sea, and his eyes flashed a bit of color. If he didn't feel the soul invaded into his Soul Sea, he would probably think that the boy lied to him. Didn't he touch his Soul Sea, this boy just by looking at his age, his soul power has exceeded 8th rank?

    There have been many people who have been exposed to Feng Yao's Soul Sea's treatment. The priest has a lot of people who tried to enter and exit his soul sea. They didn't have a few people who could easily enter and exit like Yan Mo. Even if the soul has reached 8th rank, it is 8th rank. Can guarantee himself no injury, it's so easy to make people quit.

    Feng Yao just had to take back his wrist, and Yan Mo said lightly: "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 check for a detailed damage, he must go into another careful observation again, if it is what he suspects...

    Feng Yao frowned, but his eyes would soon be shocked!

    When his guard came forward, Feng Yao immediately raised his other hand and motioned them not to bother, then he closed his eyes.

    Just now, the Soul Sea, which had been raging for a long time, suddenly seemed to be beaten down and scared enough to stay calm by a tumultuous spring breeze. This breeze did not make the storm more frenzied, but calmed the riots.

    Slowly, the hegemonic power that has been mixed in his Soul Sea seems to be sucked away by what more hegemonic power, although not much, but this has made him feel a clear change.

    "Wow..." He really hasn't been so comfortable for a long time.

    Feng Yao even wanted 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.

    Feng Yao's abnormality is naturally seen in everyone's eyes.

    Luo Jue looked at Fei Shan and Grand Witch Xiang.

    Grand Witch Xiang raised his palm and shook it, indicating that he waited.

    Luo Jue nodded and pressed the wrist to everyone, saying that they would wait a little longer than the test.

    No one expressed dissatisfaction, at least they did not clearly stated  it, no one even dared to make drum noise, they did not see that the little priest is using the soul to view Fengcheng-Wind City's Lord?

    If you make a loud noise and disturb them, it would be a bad idea for the little priest. If Feng Yao is injured in the process, then Fengcheng-Wind City's unreasonable mad warriors will rush to cut you to meaty pieces with wind blades!

    Quipa and others want to make some mischief. It is best to let Fengcheng-Wind City people hate the Jiu Yuan people, but Fengcheng-Wind City people worry about their own city lord, and two high-ranking warriors came to The Jiu Yuan for the grandstand, even their craze looking High Priest came over.

    Fengcheng-Wind City's craze looking High Priest ran to the stand of The Jiu Yuan, looked around his city lord, and yelled Yan Mo, and suddenly made a gesture.

    Later, two high-ranking warriors and the previous two immediately dispersed, and formed a half circle to protect the city lord.

    Subsequently, the craze looking High Priest and Yuan Zhan looked at each other for a moment, grabbed the skin, and even sat down at the foot of Yuan Zhan chair.

    Yuan Zhan... did not even driven him away.

    The test time was postponed, but no one was willing to leave, everyone wanted to see what happened. The performance of Fengcheng-Wind City's Lord and Fengcheng-Wind City clearly shows that the Jiu Yuan's little priest is not only looking at the damage of Feng Yao's soul, but it is more like... using his soul to treat Feng Yao on the spot?

    But the other high-qualified priests have not done anything, then the little priest can do it?

    What everyone wants to know now is, to what extent is the soul rank of the little priest powerful?

    Mucheng-Forest City's High Priest Zhao-Ge and Third Priest Cong Sheng are whispering.

    Quipa is also asking BHee.

    The priests, who had been treating Feng Yao at the beginning, are now whispering amongst themselves.

    Fei Shan also posted himself to the edge of Grand Witch Xiang, whispering: "I am sure that the age of the little guy is at most twenty, but his soul power...?"

    Grand Witch Xiang squinted. "How can the soul of the little one being loved by the ancestors be like everyone else? He is a person who can borrow the power of God."

    Fei Shan pressed his shoulder and his voice was pressed lower. "So young, so powerful soul, and the ability to borrow divine power, what do you think of?"

    Grand Witch Xiang asked: "What do you think of the first day of healing Huo Yun Tian's sacrifice dance?"

    "...Dance?" Fei Shan moved, "The Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice! Borrowing the power of God... Is that Little Witch Mo dancing the real Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice back then?!"

    Grand Witch Xiang did not speak.

    Fei Shan looked up at Yan Mo and looked very complicated. He whispered to himself: "You said he... is he from  the lost Shanyan ‘Good Words' Clan? But your last prophecy is exactly the opposite of the prophecy that passed down early in the morning?"

    Grand Witch Xiang's mouth curled up. "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 Shanyan ‘Good Words' Clan blood will set off the world war, what I'm trying to say is that people who dance The Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice will bring hope, those are totally different."

    Grand Witch Xiang took a break and explained as if one was doing it to a child. "Moreover, who says that to dance the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice one must be the Shanyan ‘Good Words' Clan bloodline? And you can't have two Shanyan' Good Words' Clan bloodlines? You forgot Yincheng-Sound City's Lord, but he has had several children, all of them are carry some ability of the Shanyan ‘Good Words' Clan blood, and they are brother and sister of the city."

    Fei Shan smiled and pinched the thick earlobe of Grand Witch Xiang. "Yes, yes, you are reasonable!"

    Grand Witch Xiang stared at Yan Mo. "But I still have to look at him. This child will not be a good person to temper with even if he won't provoke the world war. Moreover, he has the most profitable knife in his hand."

    The two men moved their eyes together to Yuan Zhan.

    Yuan Zhan was alert and immediately turned around and saw a super fat man and his warrior looking at him with a quirky expression like one would a monster.

    Yuan Zhan: "..."

    Yan Mo verified his thoughts and began to slowly withdraw his soul.

    "Don't go!" Feng Yao shouted.

    He is comfortable, how can the other party say go and leave? No, the man didn't even say a word.

    Feng Yao's soul force wants to get entangled, in the breeze, but the soul that comforted his violent the Soul Sea is very slippery, and it turned 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, Feng Yao and Yan Mo opened their eyes before and after.

    Feng Yao grabbed Yan Mo's wrist and quickly and earnestly said: "Witch Mo DRen, please continue, I will pay three 9th rank yuan-crystal coins as I said before."

    Yan Mo just wanted to talk.

    "Let go!" Yuan Zhan screamed first.

    Feng Yao refused to let go.

    Yuan Zhan stared at him with cold eyes, and the earth under the foot changed. Feng Yao calmed down and let go.

    Yuan Zhan quickly grabbed Yan Mo's wrist, and it seemed to be very soft and gentle.

    Yan Mo was annoyed, "Hey!"

    Someone finally calmed down a little.

    Feng Yao also found his reason in this moment. He took a step back and looked at Yan Mo in earnest. "Thank you for Mo DRen. I am much better now. Please I will ask Mo DRen to help me refining the right witch medicine. As long as my soul power can be restored, Fengcheng-Wind City will remember this kindness."

    Yan Mo shook his head. Remembering? What is the use of kindness? He wants something more affordable.

    Feng Yao has a tight heart, what does it mean to shake his head?

    "I don't need to remember your kindness, let's just do a fair trade." Yan Mo didn't say how to do fair trade. Suddenly asked: "You said you were attacked, then do you remember the people who attacked you?"

    Feng Yao is still trying to make Yan Mo satisfied. When he listens to Yan Mo's question, this person who is sitting in the position of the city at a young age immediately asked: “Do you know what attacked me? Do you know the people who attacked me?"

    "Not necessarily, but I really feel a little familiar imprint with the soul of the Soul Sea. By the way, the guy and I have enmity."

    “Oh?” Feng Yao's brain turned quickly. “I didn't see anyone who attacked me. The other's soul is very powerful, and...”

    "The bone objects he used are very powerful!" The hoarse and ugly sound was heard.

    Several people looked at Fengcheng-Wind City's High Priest sitting at the foot of Yuan Zhan.

    Fengcheng-Wind City's High Priest looked up and his face was a face could scare a child to tears! This person has been born ugly, the nose is gone, leaving only a scar-like protrusion and a distorted little hole. The lips are open, and a bite of teeth is protruding from the lips, and one eye is lost.

    Yan Mo looked at Fengcheng-Wind City's High Priest like he was very ordinary and asked, “And then?”

    "The little baby is not too small, and the flesh is tender." Fengcheng-Wind City's High Priest even stretched out the black claws to touch Yan Mo's feet.

    Grabbed an empty space! Yuan Zhan has already pulled up the legs of his Mo-Mo.

    Yan Mo laughed. "Then, DRen, let me talk about the one who attacked the Lord of the city."

    Feng Yao also called the other party very helplessly, "Feng Yu DRen, please don't worry!"

    The ugly old man with a very elegant name groaned in his arms and pulled out an animal skin bag. "Little baby, I told you, the city's lord didn't see him, but I saw him, but the guy ran too fast. And there are powerful bone objects he used to help him escape, I could only grab a piece of flesh on him. Do you want it?"

    Said this then the Old man Feng Yu actually took out a piece of black lacquered flesh from the bag.

    Yan Mo signaled that Yuan Zhan took over.

    Yuan Zhan: "Really?"

    "It is useful." He intends to take this piece of flesh for analysis to see if it is from a Bone Sculpting Tribesmen.

    The Old man Feng Yu tore half of his hand to Yuan Zhan, "Don't eat, I put poison on it."

    Yuan Zhan: ...Is it too late to throw it away?

    "Feng Yu DRen, you said that you saw the sneak attacker, what does that person look like?" Yan Mo took away the flesh and asked seriously.

    Feng Yu 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 well, I didn't see it."

    Yan Mo thought: In all likelihood, it is the Bone Sculpting People, but why did they attack Fengcheng-Wind City's Lord? Or how many people they have sneakily attacked, and how many people have let them succeed?

    Yan Mo looked at Feng Yao. He didn't wear much clothes, his arms and calves were exposed, including his neck, and he didn't see anything like the Enslavement Bone.

    "Lord Feng Yao, can you please turn around?"

    Feng Yao didn't quite understand, but he was a little grateful to Yan Mo, but he turned around.

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

    The old man Feng Yu sitting with his feet bent, asked: "What are you looking at?"

    Feng Yao turned back and he had the same question.

    Yan Mo did not answer directly, but staggered at the topic: "Lord Feng Yao, your wounded soul may not be healed with witchcraft drug. If you want to solve your problem completely, I need a very quiet and safe place. It is not suitable to do it here. You believe me, just come to the Wucheng- City of Witches main temple tonight."

    Feng Yao," Ok!" There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and he was forced to press it down.

    Feng Yao took the initiative to say: "If you can cure me, I can promise you. If Fengcheng-Wind City has warriors who wants to go with you, I will not stop them, and will also send their family to your Jiu Yuan. ”

    Yan Mo thinks this person is very good, and the smile is sincere. "Rest assured, Zhan's situation was worse than you."

    "Zhan?" Perhaps it is necessary to solve the biggest problem that has plagued him so far. Feng Yao's look is much easier, and Yuan Zhan's eyes even have a little jeering meaning.

    "Don't worry, city lord!" Yuan Zhan took over Yan Mo. "Exactly, Mo will cure you tonight, and we will have a good fight tomorrow."

    Feng Yao's eyes were full of war. “That's it.”

    Feng Yao went back with the people of Fengcheng-Wind City. Others didn't know their trade, but they saw that the ugly and terrible High Priest Feng Yu of Fengcheng-Wind City was still sitting in the stands of The Jiu Yuan.

    "Little baby, The God of Winds told me that you will give birth to the Son of Life."

    The old man looked at the sky and looked like someone in madness and joy. "I know that the Fruit of Witchcraft is on you. When I get close to you, I smell the smell, but... Why are there two souls?"

    The old man was holding his head in pain, and he was muttering in his mouth. "Two...two Sons of Life, why are there two, The God of the Winds...ah!"

    Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan: Fxck! The old bottom has been pulled open and it 's exposed, and these upper cities witches and priests are terrible!

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