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134 Chapter 134
Is this a conspiracy? Before Yan Mo nodded, this thought came out of his mind irresistibly.
Maybe the Feng Clan took him underground, and the old Sama came out to see him. The series of purposes was for the present sentence?
They were afraid of the fruit of the witchcraft in his belly and wanted to kill him, but because they were afraid of his desperation, they deliberately made such a play?
The maple tree people seem straightforward, but it does not mean that they are simply stupid, and no one stipulates that playing conspiracy and trickery is a human patent.
Thinking about it this way, Yan Mo felt that even sitting next to the young sapling and letting it suppress the fruit of witch luck in his body was the Feng Clan's plan in advance, so that even if he wanted to use the fruit of witch luck to attack, it would not work.
And Yuan Zhan...maybe they also sent people deliberately, just to make him a drag on him, who had been acting badly just recently.
The more Yan Mo thought about it, the more he felt that this kind of thing was very possible, but... there was another in his heart who thought that Old Sama didn't want to harm him.
Promise him first. Anyway, if he wants to run, no one can stop his footsteps.As long as he leaves the threatening range of the soul-returning tree seedling, he can use the fruit of witch luck to attack. As for the original battle on the stone platform, he can take him Stunned the laboratory sent into the second space.
Yes, if the other party really wants him, he can hide in the laboratory if he can't escape, and then use his own immortal characteristics to find a way to get the branch out.
It's a long story, but Yan Mo hesitated for a few seconds. When he chose to nod his head, Old Sama laughed first.
"Child, do you know why both are Sama, this seedling can suppress the fruit of witch luck in your body, but I and Sama on the ground can't?"
"Why?" Yan Mo actually thought about this. He thought about two possibilities. The first is that the old Sama is lying to protect the soul-returning tree seedlings. The seedlings are not the future Sama of the Maple tribe. Second, there are secrets in this soul-returning tree seedling that he doesn't know, and he doesn't think Old Sama will tell him.
"This has something to do with me planting branches into your body." Old Sama seemed to be thinking about whether to tell Yan Mo the secrets of the clan.
"If this is a secret in your clan, you don't need to tell me." Yan Mo said generously.
Old Sama slowly said, "You got the fruit of witch fortune, and the fruit of witch fortune also chose you. From then on, you will have the mission of making the child of life incarnate. Compared with other humans and intelligent creatures, I want my own children to come back. You may be the least likely to be tempted by the fruit of witch luck. For this reason, as long as I don’t hurt my clan, I will try my best to help you.”
"Maybe I'm lying, maybe I just want to deceive you into a way to control the fruit of witchcraft." Yan Mo couldn't help feeling a little ashamed at this time.
Old Sama shook the scepter, "I can still tell if you have lied. Son, I will try to tell other longevity races about this. If you meet other longevity races, they will also do their best to help. You, the son of life is really important to the longevity race. If it hadn’t already chosen you and was too aggressive towards the longevity race, I would definitely leave it to raise it with my own hands. But you must also remember that the longevity race will help You, but other intelligent creatures are likely to choose to snatch the fruit of witchcraft, especially humans and humanoids."
Yan Mo first expressed his gratitude, then frowned, "Can the fruit of witchcraft change hands?"
"Before it has grown to be able to communicate with you and connect with your soul, anyone can have the fruit of witch fortune. So this is also the temptation of the fruit of witch fortune by those human tribes before, just want to hurry One of the reasons for becoming powerful. The reason why the fruit of witch fortune grows has to be killed by humans at a great price, because it can be connected through the soul to influence the people who nurture it, and the people who raise the fruit of witch fortune often They are the great witches and priests of the human tribe, and I think you understand the power and influence of these people in the tribe."
Yan Mo was already recalling the people who knew he had the fruit of the witchcraft, and wondering if he could kill them all.
It's a pity that there were many people who watched him get into his stomach by the fruit of witch luck, and he didn't pay attention to the people around him.
I just hope this matter can be kept a little longer. Thank you that it is still a world where the message is basically delivered by shouting. At least he doesn't have to worry that the fruit of the witchcraft will spread all over the world overnight.
However, the old priest Qiushi, as well as the great witches of the Yu and Sun-worshipping tribes, once they knew that the nine winds were related to the Jiuyuan tribe, they would probably speculate that the fruit of witch luck fell in his hands.
and many more! Yan Mo changed color suddenly. The Great Witch of the Sun-Waiting Clan must have known it. When Yuan Zhan and the others went to negotiate terms with the Sun-Waiting Clan, Nine Winds showed his face.
I hate that he didn't know about the fruit of the witchcraft at the time, and he didn't take it to heart. If he knew it, he would definitely not let...
But now it's too late to say that, maybe he will quickly prepare for the future battles to snatch the fruit of witchcraft from now on!
Time waits for no one, and he can no longer relax. The tribe’s urban defense, military, agriculture, and animal husbandry had to be developed quickly, as well as manpower. He had to find a way to quickly obtain a large number of manpower to fight, and a large number of women.
day! Lots of things.
If you don't know that the fruit of witch fortune is likely to hide his son's soul, he is afraid of trouble, maybe he will find the right time to sell the fruit of witch fortune in exchange for a lot of benefits.
But now, the fruit of witchcraft is his son! Even if he sells himself, he can't sell his son. If he dares to snatch him, he will kill all of them!
"Old Sama, please help me, I will repay your kindness to me today! I will speak quietly and count."
Old Sama told him the secrets of the family.
It turns out that the Samar inheritance of the Maple tribe is not cultivated by seeds, but generations of Samar have cultivated with their own branches.
And it will only be done once in a lifetime, because although the growth of the soul-returning tree seedling does not take all the vitality of the surrounding land like the undead tree, it also needs a lot of nutrients, which also makes the maple want to cultivate at the same time A few seedlings have also become impossible.
At the same time, the growth of the soul-returning tree seedlings is very long, and the seedlings are also very fragile. They need the careful care of their elders during their growth.
When the seedling grows up to be able to take on the responsibility of Sama, the previous Sama is often very old and very old. In order to ensure continuous generations, the Sama heritage of the Maple tribe will not disappear. Sama will concentrate on cultivating the next generation of soul-returning tree seedlings until the end of life. Old Sama will become the nutrient of the seedlings when they die, helping it to grow into the most important growth before the tree.
"The seedlings of the soul-returning tree do not have much attack power. To protect ourselves, before we can move freely, we will volatilize a scent that most creatures can't smell at the target. That scent will make our enemies very disgusted and scared. , The smell will hurt them too."
Speaking of this, Old Sama suddenly smiled: "This kid seems to like your leader very much. It didn't reject him, and it helped him recover faster. I think that stupid kid probably felt the Maple breath on him, thinking he Also a member of the Feng Clan."
Yes, that animal is always lucky. Yan Mo thought jealously.
"You can choose whether to plant branches now, or wait for your tribe to recover, or you can send all your tribes back to your tribe and then come back to find me."
"Then if your branches grow into seedlings..."
"No." Old Sama let out a dull laugh like a drum, "The cultivation of the soul-returning tree seedlings not only requires the special cultivation method of my maple Sama, but also has special requirements for the planting land. After the branch is planted into your body, although it will also germinate because it absorbs the nutrients in your body, it will not grow to the point of a seedling, and your body cannot provide it with enough nutrients for growth, not to mention that there are witches in your body. The fruit of luck robs it of nutrients. Even if it can, without the cultivation and special growth environment of my race Sama, it will die in your body."
"Then what should I do?"
"You have to wait until the moment it begins to sprout, you will feel it. Once you feel it, you must immediately control it, absorb it, let your body assimilate with it, and gain the self-protection ability of our seedlings. But how much you get and whether you can absorb it depends on you."
"If I fail?"
"When that branch can no longer grow and die, you will also die."
Yan Mo didn't think the guide would kill him, and it was very possible for him to run around carrying a tree or a few leaves on his head.
"But I don't think you will fail." Old Sama is obviously a wide-hearted person, and most of its voice is with a smile. "When I approach you, I feel that your breath is a bit complicated, not just from the longevity blood. I couldn’t tell if there was anything else. When I saw the carnivorous bee resting on your shoulders, I would understand. Have you ever eaten the offspring of a wise creature queen bee and assimilated with it?"
"You said I eat intelligent creatures?" Yan Mo's mouth twitched. This bee-eater and bee-eater are two different things. Let him dissect and study, and let him eat... He hasn't been perverted to such a degree.
"First tell me what you ate?"
Yan Mo was helpless, "It's a descendant of the carnivorous bee queen, and it was brought to me by our Jiufeng Dao." In the future, Jiufeng will send him delicious and fun foods. Does he have to get into the laboratory first? Now, consider whether to import it?
Yan Mo probably described the appearance of the offspring of the queen bee he ate, and what happened at that time and afterwards, probably to Old Sama.
"Haha!" Old Sama laughed, "It seems that little Kunpeng really likes you. Well, you don't have to worry, even if the queen bee is a sapient creature, its descendants are just ordinary before they become queen bees. It’s just a creature. There are many intelligent creatures in this world, and there are only a few or even one in a family."
Old Sama was very satisfied with Yan Mo's unwillingness to eat intelligent creatures. Eating and drinking is instinct. It is good if you can control and have a bottom line. The Maple clan still relies on biological bodies to nurture seedlings. Even if Yan Mo really eats intelligent creatures, it feels nothing. When people are hungry, don’t they even eat their own kind?
Because of this, Old Sama looked at Yan Mo more pleasingly. It felt that the young man Yan Mo was very different from the humans he had encountered before, not only physically, but also in behavior and speech. Its language and various kinds of knowledge are so rich that it surprised it. It was because they lived for a long time to form the current language system and knowledge system, but humans?
Maybe this young man is really a priest handed down by his ancestors...
It is said that the common language spoken on the mainland is that the Changsheng clan first taught humans, but how many humans now know that this language system comes from the Changsheng clan?
Old Sama retracted his thoughts and comforted Yan Mo again: "You have already had the experience of absorbing other creatures once, so you will probably succeed this time, as long as you can endure the pain and not lose yourself."
"Thank you!"
This is the end of the story, and things have been basically settled, but the defensive heart is indispensable. Even if he believes in old Sama, Yan Mo, who has a gloomy mind, still subconsciously guards against him. Now he has a little more subconsciously, just as much as possible. Reduce scum value.
So he chose to send all the cumbersomes to the Jiuyuan tribe, and then came back to find old Sama.
"You said that crossing the Black Forest will return to your tribe sooner?" Old Sama asked suddenly.
"Yes."
Old Sama's tone became solemn: "Child, we must speed up. Some bloodlines have the ability to predict and look far. Maybe now many intelligent creatures already know the news of the birth of the fruit of witchcraft, and may even know about witchcraft. The fruit of luck is here."
Old Sama seemed to have made some decision to let Yan Mo rest here, while it retreated into the darkness, not knowing what to arrange.
Yan Mo pulled the corner of his mouth and poked uncomfortably at the original battle that is still being restored, "Hey, when you wake up, you should work honestly. There are a lot of things waiting for you when you go back to the tribe!"
And his original idea of leaving the tribe and leaving the original war had to be dispelled. He alone could not keep the fruit of the witchcraft, even if there were eater bees and nine winds.
Yuan Zhan still didn’t know anything at this time. When he later learned that it was because of the fruit of the Witch Fortune, Yan Mo would stay by his side and stay in the Jiuyuan tribe, thus giving them the opportunity to truly become closer than their brothers When his relatives were more inseparable than siblings, how pleasing he really saw the fruit of witch fortune, and he was also very interested in nurturing the fruit of witchcraft, and this directly led to...
Not to mention later, let's talk about the next day.