Chapter 561: Yan Xiaole, the bone warrior  

A huge jaws slightly opened and closed.

When there was no sound, Yan Mo felt that he heard a sigh.

It's like a kind of feeling of someone getting a new life, and it's like a kind of relaxation of throwing away some world weighing troubles.

The residual soul power of Hu-Lian left in the bone warrior was completely eliminated, and the bone warrior had a real self-consciousness with his help.

"Don't worry, you'll be moving soon." Yan Mo climbed to his chest and replaced a fist sized 9th rank yuan-crystal for him.

"The most advanced level yuan-crystal I have now is 9th rank. In the future, if you need more advanced level yuan-crystals, you may need to find them by yourself." Yan Mo jumped off the bone warrior.

Because he had to give all his heart and soul to activate his self-consciousness to the bone warrior, all the disguises on Yan Mo's body had disappeared and he showed his true face.

Bone warrior's skull moved up and down as a response, it did not immediately stand up, only sitting moving its own hands and feet and the active bones of the face.

Yuan Zhan thinks of the blue yuan-crystal, and wanted to remind Yan Mo that maybe the spaceship intelligence here knows where 10th rank yuan-crystal are, but he doesn't trust bone warriors very much, so he doesn't open his mouth.

"Thank you." Bone warrior instinctively uses soul power to convey his ideas. He knows that people at his feet can accept it.

Yan Mo patted his leg, “I'm sorry, I can't let you have the real body, that I have failed to let you talk."

"That's okay." Bone warrior said that he was very satisfied. He wanted to have his own clear consciousness for a long time. Until now, this new person has transformed him from a vague zombie to a soul with an independent and clear will.

“Give me a name." Father. The dark eyes of bone warrior showed a gentle and an attachment.

Yan Mo, who also has an indescribable good feeling and sense of father like responsibility for the bone warrior, looked down and thought, “My name is Yan Mo, would you like for me to give you my last name? Surname means that you and I are a family, which is the continuation of bloodline. "

Bone warrior, "Yes!"

Yuan Zhan didn't speak all this time, just looked at them with a heavy silence.

Yan Mo smiled, “Although you have no body, you have the skeleton of semi-god. If there is no special disaster, you should be able to live for a long time, which means you have a long life, and you will not grow old. You don't even need to eat and drink enough, as long as you have yuan-crystal, you can live for as long as you want. You have more than half of what you want in life. So as the person who gave you a soul, I hope you can still get happiness, so how about I call Yan Xiaole in the future?”

"... Why is Xiaole?” The bone warrior felt strange, although he liked the name very much. [1] Xiao means little and le means music so Yan Xiaole means Silent Little Music

Yuan Zhan also thinks it's strange to name such a six meter high giant bone warrior Xiaole. [1] So four semi god creatures were used to make a single bone warrior

Yan Mo looked up and his eyes seem to be shining. "You can grow bigger and smaller freely, can you?"

The bone warrior nodded and said honestly: "Yes, I can grow bigger and smaller freely. I like the name. I'll be named Yan Xiaole later. "

Yan Mo reached out and beckoned Yan Xiaole to do the same.

A huge bone hands were held together with the hands of adult human man, just like an adult's wrapped around a baby littlehands.

"Hello, Yan Xiaole, welcome to being a member of the Jiu Yuan. Next, I will teach you how to use soul power better. When you learn, you cannot only communicate with me, but also talk with other creatures. "

"Thank you." Father.

Yuan Zhan didn't come to Yan Mo until this time, put his hand on his shoulder, and whether Yan Xiaole could understand it or not, he said: “I'm Yuan Zhan, Mo's partner and the chief of the Jiu Yuan. I also welcome you to be a member of the Jiu Yuan. Do you like to fight? If you like, come fight with me later."

Yan Xiaole's jaw moved up and down a few times, making a click, like laughing, "OK, my chief."

Yan Mo smiled, but Yuan Zhan saw the essence of Yan Xiaole at a glance. It seems that this is a big guy who likes to fight. [1] haha, they are perfect family of powerful people Wu Guo the God of Life, Yan Mo who can't die, Yuan Zhan, who is a Semi-God with 5 abilities, Sumen the clever disciple, Xiao Hei the sly who can literally tell when someone is lying, ooh... When Du-du is born he is going to be another God of Life so basically three members of this make shift families have life energy...

Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo, who conveys the meaning of Yan Xiaole to him.

Yuan Zhan nodded contentedly, too, eager to practice with Yan Xiaole every day.

Then they look at Yan Xiaole and wait for him to make his body smaller.

Yan Xiaole stood up, exercised his body well first, then his huge body shrinks to the naked eyes step by step until it became almost like Yuan Zhan.

"The big body is your fighting body?" Yan Mo confirmed.

"Yes." Yan Xiaole made a kick. He can't wait to leave here. He wanted to see the outside world. He really wanted to!

*

When such a huge security risk is removed, Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan looked much easier.

“It's going to be dawn, and I promised Si Tan that we will meet with them before dawn. Si Tan said that there is no need to be kind to the enemy. He plans to wait for you to come out. If you and I agree, he will perform witchcraft. As long as there are enough sacrifices, he can wipe out the souls of all the living things in the underground city, so as to prevent everyone from contacting the polluted desert.” Yuan Zhan said.

Yan Mo had a headache. "You should have told me something so important earlier. No, I don't agree with Si Tan's proposal. In addition to Miao Xiang, there are a large number of Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers living in this underground city. They are not fierce and have formed wisdom. Moreover, their scales, bones and blood are very effective against that kind of decomposition bacteria. Maybe we need them to deal with the alien demons in the future. Just for this reason, even if they are our enemies, we can't kill them. "

"So, I'll take Yan Xiaole up and get rid of Miao Xiang. You're responsible for persuading the following Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers."

"Wait a minute, you have to bring Si Tan when solving Miao Xiang. I suspect that there is another soul in Miao Xiang, probably the same as the previous old priest Qiu Shi of the Yuan Ji tribe, and that soul is probably related to the Horn-people." Yan Mo is afraid of Yuan Zhan's thinking, and conceals the fact that the soul in Miao Xiang's body may be the remnant of Hu-Lian.

However, Yuan Zhan has his own sensitive antenna for emotional enemies. Even though he is not competitive, he can still infer from Yan Mo's subtle expression that he can hardly see the change. Subconsciously, the soul in Miao Xiang is likely to "know" priest Da-Ren of his family.

"Don't worry, I'll take Si Tan with me, and make sure she won't leave any residue!" Yuan Zhan said sincerely, turning to leave.

Yan Mo slapped his head. "One more thing, the main control of the spaceship is running intelligently. Without it, I can't open the access door. You have to help me enter the 12th floor first."

Yuan Zhan agrees, of course, "Do you want me to stay with you and look for that disc?"

“No, not for the time being. Let's get things done with Miao Xiang and Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers, and then turn around and slowly look for it.” Yan Mo thought that the intelligent D.U.O.B.I. could not produce any troubles without energy.

After that, Yuan Zhan used his ability to make a big hole in the 11th floor for two people to pass through.

Yan Mo saw that there was no danger below and jumped down from the hole with Xiaole.

Yuan Zhan went to meet Si Tan first, and then brought Si Tan into the underground city.

In order to win the trust of the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers, Yan Mo once again uses willpower to change his appearance, and Yan Xiaole followed him.

Now Yan Xiaole looked at everything very strange. He walked and stared all the way.

The ground is dark, but it doesn't seem to be a problem for Yan Xiaole. Also, he has no eyes at all.

The Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers are moving their own ethnic group. What they haven't left behind are the strongest fighting force in the ethnic group, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. The children and the mothers of childbearing stage, Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers, have moved to the desert first, and then the young warriors.

Xiao Sha heard the news that his brother is back. He rushes happily and screams at Yan Mo from afar.

Xiao Sha, without waiting for Yan Mo to ask, told Yan Mo all about the current difficulties of the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers.

Yan Mo:... he didn't persuade you to go with me! Now I'm beginning to believe that the gods are really on my side.

Xiao Sha finished, he bit Yan Mo's calf and urged him to meet the chief.

Yan Xiaole is surrounded by the warriors of Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers. Yan Mo told them that this is a friend or not an enemy, but Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers are not relaxed.

Soon, Yan Mo met again with the highest ruling class of the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers.

Including two of the old elder, six of the elder are in, plus the clan leader, and the strongest warriors left in the clan. The hall, which originally had many rectangular tables, was filled with Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers.

The top is in the middle.

Xiao Sha brought Yan Mo here, while Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers scattered silently to make way for them.

The Chief of Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers, with a bone object on his forehead, flapped his thick tail gently on the ground. Before Yan Mo could approach, he asked quickly, "You have passed all the checkpoints?"

Yan Mo stopped five steps from the chief. "Yes."

There was a commotion underneath, and Xiao Sha hissed the most.

The chief was also very excited. "You can pass the three gates left by the Master, so the city has admitted that you are her Master?"

Yan Mo cheekily admitted, "Well."

“Great!" said the chief excitedly, "Can you control the dungeon and drive away the intelligent creatures living on it?"

Yan Mo quickly found out the reason: “Energy is not enough. But my friends can help us solve them. "

"Your friends?" the chief calmed down. “I just want to ask you what happened before you entered our clan. You... are with those Jiu Yuan people?”

Yan Mo doesn't wonder how the chief knew the name of the Jiu Yuan. Miao Xiang probably mentioned it to them.

"Yes." Yan Mo didn't hide, "The Jiu Yuan has no malice to any intelligent race. As long as we don't antagonize them, they will not intentionally hurt us. If we are willing to join the Jiu Yuan, they will give us shelter and a place to live."

The chief didn't say whether he would like to join in, but asked, “Is there another Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers in the Jiu Yuan?"

Yan Mo didn't know why he asked, but considering that he didn't lie later, he said, “I'm the only one who has something to do with the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers. I was picked up by the Jiu Yuan chief, and later I lived with them and became the priest of the Jiu Yuan."[1] Natural liar

"What?" the chief and elders were stupid. The chief asked incredulously, "You said you became the priest of the Jiu Yuan?"

"Yes." Yan Mo is serious.

"How can this be possible?" maybe the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers are deeply rooted in the idea that human beings have always been higher than them. It's said that one of them has become the priest of advanced intelligent creatures. All the expressions of Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers are like in a dream.

Yan Xiaole, who was only covered with bones, was completely ignored, and only the old elder, who had been watching the bone warrior in the dark.

Yan Xiaole probably thought those rectangular tables were very interesting. He raised his bone finger and poked it.

Oh, it's hard!

Yan Xiaole added a little bit of energy. He was just bored and wanted to move his body more. After all, he is now equivalent to a fresh man.

Poke, I poke!

Strength used increased more and more unconsciously.

“Poop!" the rectangular table was finally poked with a deep hole under his firm but reluctant jab.

A stream of white smoke came out.

Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers, Yan Mo, look at the white smoke.

Yan Xiaole quickly retreated back his bone and hands, stood upright, pretending that he has never moved.