I am your natural enemy

With too much power and the unity of the people, no one can stop what is happening now.

That consensus turned into substantive rules.

Lines of large bloody characters appeared behind the black stone tablet.

“One, don’t hurt innocent people.

2. Anyone who commits great injustice can be killed by anyone, and there is no guilt in killing him.

Third, those who violate the agreement will be punished.

Fourth, when the crusaders gather to a certain number, they will not die.

5. The seeds of resistance to persecution will never dissipate.

six……"

Densely packed, large characters that looked like they were written with blood, and the handwriting didn't look very regular, appeared on the back of the stone tablet.

On the front of the stone tablet, three large bloody characters burning with red-gold flames slowly emerged.

"It's unjust."

At the same time, a prompt popped up in front of Wen Yan.

"Get a temporary second job, crusader."

"Punitor, a non-permanent fixed occupation under certain conditions.

Those who can obtain this profession include but are not limited to humans, ghosts, demons, demons, spirits, monsters, gods, etc.

Anyone who meets certain conditions can obtain this profession within the duration.

Those who obtain this profession can receive one or more blessings.

Including but not limited to: significant weakening of negative buffs, significant weakening of negative emotions, increased fighting spirit, increased courage, firm will, increased Yin energy resistance, increased resentment resistance, increased demonic energy resistance, and corpse energy/corpse poison resistance Sexuality improvement, evil spirit resistance improvement, Yang energy improvement, Yang energy affinity improvement, sense of direction improvement, energy consumption reduction, movement speed increase, no drowning, soul toughness/resistance improvement, camp friendliness improvement, etc. "

“You’ve carved out a new career.

As a developer, you get the title: Professional Developer.

This title does not need to be worn, it is valid if you have it.

By obtaining this title, you can have all the blessings of this profession when you have the profession you opened, and the effects of all blessings will be greatly improved.

Obtain permanent buffs and develop (reducing the prerequisites when opening a career)

Obtain permanent buffs and mountain monsters (in the profession you opened, you will gain permanent reputation blessing, and the negative effects caused by people in the same profession will be greatly reduced)."

"The occupations that can currently be effective at the same time, 2.

Current occupation: Natural Enemy, Crusader"

When Wen Yan saw the prompt, he began to feel that the strength of his whole body began to be strengthened in all directions.

When he saw the blessings of the Crusader profession, they looked familiar. Looking again, he found that almost all the blessings came from him.

And now that he has obtained the conqueror profession, he has received blessings. As a pioneer, he is blessed not only by one or a few items, but by all.

When all the additional blessings overlap with his own power.

It seemed like it was just "improvement", but the upper limits of all his powers and abilities began to increase.

A series of prompts appeared one after another.

"Fierce Sun, gain additional temporary progress of 10%, 73%"

"Relieve the misfortune of Shuiguanlu, gain an additional 13% temporary progress, and the current progress is 67%"

"I am your father. I have gained an additional 19% temporary progress and the current progress is 38%."

…

It was the first time that Wen Yan saw so many prompts, which appeared all at once like a swipe on the screen. He had just finished reading the previous content, and he was immediately swiped past it before he could read more.

And these are all prompts, and there are no prompts.

For example, his Yang Qi began to increase significantly, his flesh and blood strength began to increase significantly, and his new ways began to increase significantly...

At this moment, he didn't have time to take a look.

He raised his head and looked at the river of dead souls, looking at the dead souls. All their strength was used to manifest this stone tablet.

Wen Yan came to the back of the stone tablet, and when he saw his name starting to appear on it, he reached out his hand and erased his name.

He felt that he deserved it, and either kept them all, or not kept them at all. Since he was a crusader, he didn't need a specific name, it was the same for everyone.

Looking at the dead souls whose power had been completely exhausted, Wen Yan held the stone tablet with one hand and looked at them with the other.

A bit of fire began to ignite in those long rivers that were enough to extinguish the flames, and a trace of red-gold flame appeared on all the dead souls.

They lost all their power, but at this moment, they have a new profession. At this moment, all the dead souls are crusaders.

Wen Yan turned around and looked into the distance. The earth was shaking and the underground altar had slowly risen.

The blood-colored light pillar was a clear beacon of hatred. On the altar, the figure of the boss also appeared there.

He only gained a part of his power, which was far from enough for him to complete the ultimate advancement, but his momentum was already very strong under the current version.

Wen Yan looked at his figure and grinned.

Dare to appear in front of him, dare to be seen by him...

His reminder is that the biggest limitation is that he must be seen, but he is not sure how to count this seeing.

Just like the intersection, you must see the two worlds in the intersection at the same time before the prompt will appear.

But after so many times, there was only one thing that he was very sure about. If he saw the other party with his own eyes, then there would be basically no problem.

Before he could see the other party's appearance clearly, he was the first to receive the alarm.

“It’s being identified and information is starting to leak out.

In the current state, the immunity level has been greatly improved.

The current leakage ratio is 20%. "

On that altar, the furious boss could only take action personally at this moment.

He had almost never used his abilities in front of others before, and rarely even saw others, especially beings like Lao Meng. It was even less likely that he would appear in the other person's field of vision.

Because he is a similar person, as a big boss, it is impossible for him not to have relevant abilities.

Now that he saw Wen Yan with his own eyes and saw the red-gold flames burning on Wen Yan's body, he realized how wrong the information he had obtained was.

Maybe that information was originally placed in a place with a low level of confidentiality, specifically to fool people who might come to peek at the information.

The Yang Qi in front of Wen Yan was surging. The Yang Qi was too strong, mixed with a power that he could not identify, and turned into a red-gold flame.

How could this be the same as what the intelligence said? !

The last time, when they looked at each other in the twisted link, he saw what he had been looking for in Wen Yan.

He found that Wen Yan had a title, but the time last time was too short and he couldn't see anything from the distance.

It can only be found that Wen Yan has two titles on his body. The deeper ones cannot be identified, and the connection is broken.

He has always wanted to obtain the title of professional, but for so long, he has only seen two people with it.

One was very early on, when he had just inherited his current profession. Outside the border of China, he saw a person in China with a title from a distance.

The second time was three years later, when he met a European in Nanyang, but that person's status was too high, and he didn't dare to have any ideas.

Later, I took the initiative to go out and meet people less and less, and I never saw anyone with the title again.

He also arranged for his subordinates to secretly collect information, but to no avail.

What he can be sure of is that professional titles are something more precious than a professional's professional ability.

Now that he saw Wen Yan with his own eyes, he used his ability to obtain relevant information about Wen Yan.

But they encountered great obstacles. During the appraisal, it was as if the appraisal technique was cast on millions of dead souls at the same time, and the consumption increased exponentially.

In just two seconds, the identification technique that was not consumed at all made him unable to hold on and consumed it.

He only saw two titles on Wen Yan, but could not identify any specific ones.

I saw that Wen Yan's heart, while pumping blood, would also pump out red-gold flames.

Whenever you see him breathing, there will be some unidentifiable power. As he breathes, it spreads silently and overflows continuously. It is obvious that it is still getting stronger, but there seems to be no external manifestation.

When I looked further, I was blocked by a stone monument and blocked by millions of dead souls connected together.

Taken individually, those dead souls are indeed defenseless against his identification technique.

However, all the information obtained during the appraisal is junk information. The more irresistible it is, the more information he can obtain, and the larger the junk information becomes.

At this moment, there were not one or two, but more than a million, each with a huge amount of junk information. They almost actively met his identification skills and poured them into his head.

He is just a living person. How can he withstand such a huge impact of spam information? The limit will be less than two seconds.

Extremely dirty, extremely untechnical, but extremely effective method.

The boss looked ugly, his head was buzzing, and his mouth was filled with feedback, as if he had eaten a yellowish paste, and his body began to react with nausea.

But he had no time to think about this, because he saw Wen Yan in the distance and grinned. The smile was so exaggerated that he could see that Wen Yan was smiling even from such a distance.

Then, that kind of uncomfortable diaphragm feeling, as if someone was touching the whole body with hair, and the size of the whole body was clearly felt, began to appear.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a new coin flew out, shining with golden light, and flipped in front of him. The creepy feeling like there was an insect crawling in the blind corner of his back dissipated.

On the other side, Wen Yan looked at the boss coldly, looking at the prompts that flashed in front of him.

"pawn."

“One of the oldest professions and the most common inheritance method is the inheritance of blood.

In the beginning, only furs and other things were exchanged for food or medicinal materials.

Or maybe before the hunter went out, in order to obtain as much equipment as possible, he borrowed some weapons or furs to keep out the cold in the form of a mortgage.

When the hunter dies outside, the mortgaged items are forced to belong to the original pawn.

And pawns also began to exchange more and more unnecessary or excessive things in their hands for other things from people in need.

As the years passed, the profession of pawnbroking gradually became popular.

Everything has value and everything can be pawned.

When more and more people start pawning things here.

More and more things can be collected as pawns.

Gradually, some people came to pawn their wives and children.

Gradually, people came to pawn parts of their bodies.

Gradually, some people began to pawn their lifespan.

Gradually, some monarchs of small countries pawned their own countries.

Gradually, some people began to pawn their professional abilities.

When there are more and more things that can be pawned, those who lose restraint are destined to embark on the path of madness.

Generation after generation of pawns, all died violently. "

"In order to prevent others from finding out his true identity, he has been living in seclusion after completing his initial start.

But relying on his unique resources, he has connected with too many people and forces.

By pawning, one can gain a lot of lifespan and various abilities.

Including: Soul Impact (you can use the power of the soul to impact the opponent's soul)

Explosion of ant power (can lift more than eight times more than one's own body weight in an instant)

Adrenaline (can secrete large amounts of adrenaline and reduce the negative effects of excess adrenaline)

Metal plasticity (entry version, can slightly change the shape of metals with iron as the main component, but you can only choose three types)

Thought acceleration (the entry-level version can speed up thinking, but during the acceleration, the body is completely out of control and will burn energy crazily)

Fairy Rope (entry version, you can control the rope to soar into the sky, and follow the rope to climb to the top)

Beast Language (entry version, can communicate simply with most mammals)

Clone (can differentiate into a physical clone with no combat effectiveness, and will dissipate if it receives any damage)

Mark (when a mark is made, the next shot will not miss the target)

Burning gold (can consume your own wealth and turn it into your own strength)

gold……"

A large amount of information was scrolled down.

As soon as Wen Yan saw this, before he could see the back, the prompts started flashing.

The flashing contents began to change. After flashing several times in succession, the appearance changed.

"Fake gold."

"Special gold coins from pawns can cover or disguise a person or object.

It makes it impossible for all identification, quasi-identification and other abilities except for a very few specific abilities to have a glimpse of the reality. "

"The prompt cannot be completed."

Wen Yan frowned slightly, and his expression became more solemn.

He had never heard of it before, and he had no records or information about the pawn in front of him.

Even the prompts are stuck at the moment.

Unexpectedly, this guy has too much information and too many messy abilities.

As a result, before the list of abilities on this guy was even finished, he was interrupted by the other party.

The final temporary abilities have not been generated yet.

This was the first time Wen Yan noticed that it might take time to generate temporary abilities.

If you encounter targeted abilities, you may be stuck at this progress.

He had indeed never encountered it before, nor had he noticed it. It was usually the first time he saw it, and that was enough.

But when detailed prompts appear, they will attract the target's attention and be perceived by the target. Wen Yan has encountered this before.

Wen Yan wondered if this guy had so many messy abilities just to delay time by relying on rubbish abilities to give him enough time to react.

Wen Yan took a breath. He had no temporary ability, and he didn't have the slightest hesitation or fear.

Since Lieyang was still a temporary ability, he has already figured out that all abilities may encounter various situations. If you can restrain others, others may naturally target you.

At that time, he decided to use the blazing sun, work hard to practice boxing, and continue to grow the power beyond his own abilities.

Otherwise, as his abilities and titles increase, why would he still need to borrow his abilities and practice hard for more than ten hours a day.

He never wavered.

Now that the temporary ability generation is stuck, he has nothing to fear.

Looking back at the millions of dead souls following him, Wen Yan took a step forward, and all the dead souls who had lost their power but gained the profession of conqueror also took a step together.

The footsteps were silent, but the resonance of the charm suddenly turned into a ripple and swept across.

The ripples passed by, and the blood-colored light pillar reaching into the sky in the distance began to flicker like a searchlight with unstable power supply.

Boom.

The steps landed and struck again, stronger than before.

The blood-colored light beam began to dissipate, and the long river of flames gathered into the huge Yang Qi. It seemed that the original long river of Yin Qi turned into a river of fire, a huge flame spear, and Wen Yan was the head of the spear.

Taking another step, all the blood-colored light beams disappeared, and the intersections began to flicker.

In Wen Yan's eyes, the only one left was the boss himself, with a bloody mark floating on his head, which was very conspicuous.

The boss's face was as dark as water. Seeing that the dead souls had not dissipated, he took a deep breath and popped out a gold coin.

Then he took a deep breath and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice.

Before the gold coin hit the ground, it dissipated without a trace in mid-air, and the roar turned into silent ripples that swept across.

Wen Yan stood there, resisting the sweeping ripples. He only felt the center of his eyebrows beating slightly, but there was no other feeling at all.

The dead souls behind them seemed to be washed away by a converging impact. The dense group of dead souls suddenly opened up a blank area seven or eight meters wide and stretching two to three hundred meters long.

All the souls that were hit dissipated.

But the next moment, those soul crusaders who seemed to have vanished into ashes were reunited with the burning Yin Qi, seemingly without any impact.

Wen Yan took another step, and the big flag followed behind him. The dead souls walking in front picked up the black stone tablet and followed closely.

Wen Yan held a pure mace in one hand, as if holding a big sun, and the feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger.

Even if the boss only absorbs a small part of the power of millions of dead souls, this part of the power is completely attributed to one person, which is already extremely powerful.

With just one roar, tens of thousands of souls died in one blow.

The boss was not very satisfied with this. He understood that there was something at play that he had not identified.

Unless he can kill all the dead souls here with one blow, otherwise, it is completely useless.

To solve the problem, Wen Yan, the warrior he cared least about at first, is now the most important core.

He flipped his wrist, and three gold coins appeared in his hand. The moment he threw the gold coins, he pressed his hands on the altar.

In an instant, the three gold coins dissipated, and a ripple spread out like a rapidly expanding bubble.

The boss raised his head, Wen Yan reflected in his eyes.

Wen Yan frowned slightly, and when that familiar feeling came over him, he knew he couldn't hide.

field.

When a field unfolds, Wen Yan, who often breaks into the field due to his characteristics, is directly included in the field.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yan appeared in a city full of high-rise buildings.

There was no one on the ground in the city, but when I looked up, I saw densely packed people in the air, all hanging upside down in the air.

Their throats were cut, no sound could come out of their mouths, and blood kept flowing out.

Their blood was absorbed by all the surrounding buildings before it fell.

When Wen Yan appeared here, hemp ropes immediately appeared from nowhere and tied around his limbs, trying to hang him upside down.

However, the red-gold flames burning on his body quickly ignited the ropes and burned them into nothingness.

But then, ropes of different materials and colors appeared one after another, trying to bind Wen Yan.

Those ropes represent food, clothing, housing, transportation, family affection, friendship, security, and various things that constantly bind Wen Yan.

Various illusions began to appear before Wen Yan's eyes, arousing his inner desires and longing for a better life.

Everything requires money to fund it.

Wen Yan's desire for money was brought out in his heart.

He thought of working as a teenager, of doing idle work for others as a teenager, maybe meeting Zongzi, and of the difficult days he had experienced, mainly because of lack of money.

Wen Yan's memory was brought up, and he looked at his past self, his past concept of "a good meal", which was to eat fried noodles with stir-fried meat and ask the boss to cover it with an extra egg pancake.

He wasn't sad, instead he smiled.

Then close your eyes and take a breath.

The moment he opened his eyes again, flames began to spurt out as he breathed.

He found himself hanging upside down in mid-air by a rope.

He saw the blood being absorbed by the city, and saw the blood gathering into the center, where there was a huge gold coin minting machine.

All the blood flowed into it, and along with the roar of the machine, it turned into gold coins and fell into a huge bag.

The boss was standing in front of the bag, standing on the altar, overlooking Wen Yan who was hanging upside down.

"Money is always a means, not an end."

Wen Yan gave a soft drink, and the rope on his body suddenly turned into ashes.

Wen Yan fell to the ground and looked at his boss.

"Who gave you the courage to see things I had forgotten again? Do you think this will make me sink?

You are wrong, this will only make me want to beat you to death even more! "

As Wen Yan's low roar gradually turned into a roar, the intensity of the fire burning on his body began to soar.

The flames turned into shocks, and in the blink of an eye, the buildings around him exploded one after another with bang bang bang.

Wen Yan took a step forward, and his speed soared to the extreme.

He stepped on the collapsed building, as if he were flying. When the debris of the collapsed building fell, he stepped on it and charged quickly.

A roaring sound appeared, and all obstacles were blown to pieces as waves of flames blasted away.

In just a few seconds, Wen Yan was stepping on the outer layer of the tall building and rushing up.

All obstacles, at their root, are just money.

What Wen Yan cares about has never been money itself, and his understanding has always been very clear.

In a rage, when the boss's eyes flashed, he saw a series of explosions occurring one after another. Wen Yan was at the center of the explosion, crossing a distance of thirty or forty meters in one step, and appeared in front of him.

The boss stretched out his hand to resist, and his arm suddenly expanded in a circle, and his strength surged instantly.

This blow shook Wen Yan hard, and fierce shock waves spread out along with the sound of explosions.

After a second of stalemate, all the power exploded and Wen Yan's figure floated backwards.

The boss's arm exploded from the inside, and in the blink of an eye, the arm turned into bones.

He spat out a mouthful of blood with a roar, and the skin all over his body was cracked. Blood spurted out continuously, and all the bones, skin, and internal organs of his body were cracked.

At that moment, he was on the verge of sudden death.

His hair instantly turned snow-white, and his face became older. But in an instant, his hair returned to black, his face returned to youth, and the cracks on his body disappeared.

The right arm that had turned into white bones was transformed into flesh and blood, and it quickly returned to its original shape.

The boss had a look of shock on his face. Is this power the effect of the two titles on Wen Yan?

But before he could do anything else, his figure was hit again. This time, he bowed slightly and stepped back, and the altar at his feet was taken flying out with him.

The huge cloth bag marked with "$" behind him was also forcibly exploded.

From the huge cloth bag, countless gold coins spilled out and turned into blood. It dripped from the highest point and gradually turned into a rain of blood all over the sky, scattering on the city below.

The originally cold and depressing city, after being sprinkled with a seemingly terrifying rain of blood, inexplicably gained a little more vitality.

The black and gray withered trees beside the road began to sprout green buds.

Those who were hung upside down in the air and whose throats were cut off also fell to the ground one by one. They were drenched in blood. The horrific wounds on their throats began to heal, and their speechless mouths began to speak. .

Amidst the sky full of gold coins, the boss' chest collapsed, coughing blood, and sat on the altar.

"What a strong ability."

This kind of power, this kind of terrifying speed, cannot be achieved by human power at all. It can only come from ability.

Looking at the city that was beginning to collapse, the boss reached out and threw out nine gold coins.

The nine gold coins disappeared into thin air the moment they were thrown out.

The boss grinned and shouted.

"This unscientific."

Suddenly, a strange force emerged, filling the entire field.

Wen Yan's speed plummeted from a distance of tens of meters in one step to a distance of only a few meters in an instant, and he could barely maintain his balance.

The area that was already collapsing collapsed instantly as the strange fluctuations spread out from the boss.

Entire areas were destroyed.

In an instant, Wen Yan and his boss returned to the real world.

The boss stood on the altar, coughing blood. The extremely rich vitality in his chest was blooming rapidly, forcibly promoting the recovery of his injuries.

Wen Yan, on the other hand, fell from a height of more than ten meters in mid-air.

As the realm collapsed, the charm that spread inside began to spread in all directions.

The flying flag suddenly fell down, its temperament fluttering in the wind also drooped, and the gray cloth seemed to be unable to move anymore.

Only the magic sword that had turned into a flagpole was still standing, glowing with light.

Behind them, the dead souls carrying the black stone tablets suddenly became transparent, and the stone tablets fell heavily to the ground.

The flames burning on the dead souls began to extinguish.

After being swept away by that force, all the dead souls instantly turned into translucent ordinary apiao. They could not even touch the entity, and ordinary people could no longer see them.

The boss stood up, looked at what was in front of him, watched Wen Yan fall from mid-air, and laughed.

"This is the strongest ability I have ever gained, coming from a young boy.

He has never encountered any aliens or unusual situations.

Because his ability is to forcibly suppress all abnormal forces.

Do you know how he found me?

He was short of money, and even though he had this power, his family members were still beaten to death by gang members collecting debts.

He himself was beaten and disabled.

He got enough money from me for everything he wanted.

And now, I use my maximum nine gold coins to strengthen this ability and strengthen it to the limit.

You can't use all your abilities.

Is your title also suppressed? "

On the other side, Wen Yan fell from a height of more than ten meters, and the gray cloth couldn't move even if he wanted to.

Wen Yan adjusted his landing posture and rolled, losing most of his strength.

He did find that many of his abilities were extremely difficult to mobilize just like in the Dharma-ending version.

But there is still a lot of strength that can move under such circumstances.

From his own strength.

The power from the new path, the fire burning in his heart, and a power that he hadn't noticed before, was always acting as he breathed in and out.

He bowed slightly and lost the blessing. Relying only on the strength of his body, he could still explode with speed and power far beyond ordinary people.

The boss reached out, took out a scroll, and tore it open.

The scroll burned and turned into ashes. He then took out his phone and sent a message he had prepared long ago.

When Wen Yan got closer and closer, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and decisively shot Wen Yan.

He said as he fired.

"You won't understand. This world depends on money. No matter how strong your ability is, there will be a day when it will be restricted and restrained.

The area within a few kilometers here is equivalent to a restricted area for the end of the law.

And in three minutes at most, a ballistic missile capable of razing this place to the ground will land here.

Even if I am blown to pieces, I will not die, but you will die. "

Wen Yan stared at the boss's hand, constantly dodging the trajectory of the bullet. If he couldn't avoid it, he would use the nail of his left middle finger to forcefully catch it and deflect the bullet away.

After listening to the boss's words, Wen Yan said directly.

"Black box, pass on the information."

A message went out.

At the same time, Lieyang Department, which had been paying attention to this direction, immediately started to move.

The boss will sway people, but there will be no one behind Wen Yan?

As the boss tore open the scroll, a mysterious force quickly approached from the direction of the ocean.

From the north, there is also a force approaching rapidly.

At the same time, a trace of magical power emerged on the huge statue located on the seaside in southeastern China.

Thunder roared in the sky, and a sound that ordinary people couldn't hear was mixed in.

"ban."

In an instant, the strange forces pouring into the South Sea from three directions, east, west, north and west, all stopped.

On the edge of the cliff and the sea, the old heavenly master looked towards the south, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he immediately held three incense sticks in his hand, raised them above his head, and bowed his hands in a salute.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Although it is completely within the rules and there are no problems, it is extremely rare for this person to take the initiative to intervene.

He didn't even know when Wen Yan began to fall under the eyes of Empress Mazu.

The Heavenly Master didn't know what was involved, but to be able to attract Empress Mazu's protection, there must be someone who did not respect martial ethics, crossed the line, and broke the rules.

The Heavenly Master has not worried about these problems before, because Nanyang is an ocean.

Those outside, including the vast majority of people in China, probably don’t know why this empress is the only immortal god in China with an identity card.

The Heavenly Master bowed again and placed the incense in the incense burner facing the southeast direction.

He also made a mistake that many people have made before, overestimating the rationality and brains of those people or things outside.

At the same time, the window of Wen Yan's house was opened. The window that was opened seemed to have been severely disturbed. The window that was opened was not next to Wen Yan, but thousands of meters above the sky.

Gantang walked out of the window, walked through the air, and floated in mid-air.

He looked at the messages sent on his phone and the satellite call, where someone was guiding her.

She looked into the distance and replied.

"I saw."

In the sky, a light of fire was approaching at an extremely fast speed.

Gan Tang looked at the flying missile with a calm expression, and a trace of her original appearance began to appear on her face. Her figure turned into an afterimage, and she instantly rushed towards the direction of the missile.

Flying zombies are a level where zombies undergo a qualitative change.

Simply being able to fly can bring advantages over most other species.

Even her sister, who was so strong back then, couldn't actually fly.

Gantang had wanted to take action a long time ago, but Taishi's uncle said that this was the path Wen Yan chose. If they protected him all the time, Wen Yan would be destroyed.

Now Wen Yan is practicing his own way, and as long as he doesn't die, they can't control him.

However, if there are some shameless people who use this trick, then don’t blame us.

Just in time, the Lieyang Department was just about to start changing its general direction, and it was just right for Gantang to take action himself.

Gantang flew rapidly in the high altitude. The more zombies she transformed into, the faster she flew. It was like the magnetic field of the world was pushing her to fly.

She followed the slightly distorted voice and text coming from her mobile phone and arrived at the designated place.

She stretched out a hand, and her nails grew rapidly. Each nail flew out, breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

But the next moment, Gan Tang frowned slightly. Her estimate of the speed of the missile was a bit off, and she missed it.

A voice came from the phone, telling her that there was a delay in signal transmission, and this time it was adjusted.

After being reminded again, I saw the supersonic nails flying out, spinning and colliding with the missile. The extremely sharp nails, coupled with the force of the rotation, directly penetrated into the shell of the missile, twisting its air rudder. Then twist its power system.

In an instant, the missile, which was originally traveling rapidly, began to perform Brownian motion in mid-air.

The too intense steering and the powerful overload force suddenly caused some of the already twisted parts to become even more distorted.

When Gantang was about to leave, a slightly surprised voice came from the phone.

"If it's convenient, can you bring it back? I can tell you how to try not to let it explode. Of course, this is a bit dangerous."

Gan Tang didn't reply, and the voice on the phone immediately added.

"Of course, the very important reason is that this is evidence! It is very important for our right to speak next."

Gantang heard this and replied.

"Okay, let's try it."

"This missile was launched from the base numbered 57. It should be short-range. It is not yet sure which one it is. The detonation device inside is not sure either..."

"Just tell me what to do." Gantang interrupted the voice on the phone.

"okay."

Gantang glanced into the distance, feeling a strange power over there, and frowned slightly. She didn't like that kind of power, it was a bit like the feeling in the End of Dharma Era.

Seeing that there were no more messages on her phone, she first went after the missile that was doing Brownian motion.

On the other side, Wen Yan either avoided or blocked all the bullets, and his left hand was slightly numb from the shock.

While the opponent was reloading, he took three steps and two steps, and rushed to the boss at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The other party wanted to reach out to resist, but Wen Yan moved his hand, twisted his waist, and all the strength in his body exploded, hitting the boss on the head with his mace, denting his head on the spot.

Before the boss's vitality could recover, Wen Yan crushed his throat bone, crushed his limbs with pure force, and tied them behind him.

His extremely huge vitality could not be restored immediately in this situation, and he immediately completed the counterattack.

Wen Yan's hands and feet were broken with one hand. The boss, who was tied behind him, looked at the incredible look in his eyes and sneered.

"Idiot, everyone knows that I am a warrior, and a third-stage warrior."

The boss tried hard to hold his head high, his eyes were splitting, but he thought that suppressing Wen Yan's other abilities was enough.

Indeed, he suppressed Wen Yan's extremely terrifying speed.

However, Wen Yan's fists and strength were not significantly reduced.

Cut back, but not much.

Such power can still crush him.

As for martial arts, he is no match.

Wen Yan carried him and walked out quickly.

The three minutes mentioned by the boss have long passed, and the so-called missile has not yet fallen.

Even the scroll he tore open as his trump card didn't see anything strange.

"No need to wait, you know how to shake people, can't I?"

The boss's limbs that were twisted and tied behind him began to recover with an explosion of energy, as if they wanted to return to their original positions. However, under Wen Yan's suppression, his limbs continued to break between recovery and breakage. cycle.

Huge pain continued to erupt, and he could only be carried away by Wen Yan and walked away.

Wen Yan carried him with one hand, walked to the big flag, picked up the big flag of fighting injustice, and with a flick of his toes, he picked up the black stone monument, carried it on his shoulders, and pointed towards the people far away from this area. direction forward.

Countless dead souls who became ordinary Ah Piao here, and who would have dissipated long ago if they weren't carried by them because of their professional characteristics, followed Wen Yan and moved forward into the distance.

After walking for several kilometers, the souls of the dead began to return to their original state.

Facing the ground, the boss who was being carried opened his mouth and spat out, and a gold coin that was completely different from the previous gold coin came out of his mouth, glowing with blood.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he spit out the gold coin.

But the next moment, the red-gold flames on Wen Yan's body suddenly erupted. Wen Yan grabbed his hand and appeared in front of him in an instant, grabbing the gold coin tightly.

The boss was thrown to the ground. He shouted lowly and wanted to launch a final struggle.

But he saw that the power that was constantly generated with Wen Yan's breathing echoed with the big flag behind Wen Yan.

But what the boss wanted to activate did not react at all. The gold coin was tightly held by Wen Yan, and the gold coin was wrapped with a force that could not be suppressed before.

"If you hadn't made the environment there almost Dharma-ending, I wouldn't have noticed my power so easily."

He didn't know when he had blessed the dead souls with yang energy before. It should have been the power in his breath.

He can give power to large groups of dead souls from a distance. This power is as natural as breathing. It seems that he doesn't need to learn it deliberately before he has mastered it.

He held the gold coin in his hand and spread it out in front of him.

"Pawn gold coins."

“Not only is it a core professional certification for the pawn profession, it can also be used as a gold coin to enhance abilities and enhance ability levels.

This is the only opportunity to pawn the super-limited blessing ability.

The abilities that are blessed will exceed the limits of the current version. "

Wen Yan took a breath and blew on the gold coin.

He didn't know when, but the power he had naturally mastered turned into a breeze and blew by.

In an instant, the crusade banner behind him, as well as the black stone tablet of the crusaders, burst out with brilliance.

That word "righteousness" blooms with dazzling brilliance.

That gorgeous gold coin blooming with gold brilliance.

Under the gentle wind, the luster began to dissipate, and a dull dark red color began to appear on the surface.

Gradually, as Wen Yan continued to blow, the dark red gold coins began to decay, as if they were weathered, and gradually collapsed into something like sand, and drifted away in the wind as Wen Yan blew.

“Those who are without righteousness have no morality, no righteousness, and no justice, and gold will also decay and become dull.

You are also a literate person, and you should have seen it more than once. The ancestors of China constantly teach, gold holders, never forget your righteousness.

It's a pity that you may only regard those words as a moral thing.

The sages have told you the answer a long time ago, but you probably never took a second look at it.

But I am not very qualified, and only now do I understand what the words in the books I have read many times mean.

It not only teaches people how to behave, but also teaches me how to practice the power of the Five Constant Beings and how to use this power.

The core profession of pawnbroking proves that starting from today, it is gone.

You are no longer a pawn. "

As Wen Yan's words fell, the boss's figure began to swell. His vitality was too huge and he lost the foundation of his existence.

The lifespan he obtained through various methods has no basis for existence.

He is not qualified to enjoy this kind of life span.

The outward manifestation is that the energy is running rampant.

Wen Yan took a few steps back and rummaged around on his body, but all his bags were gone.

Hui Bu carried a bag and floated to his side. Wen Yan pulled out a few cigarettes, lit them in his mouth, and then inserted three cigarettes stained with saliva on the ground.

"You're welcome. I never care about the dead. Just think of it as me burning incense for you in advance."

Wen Yan himself lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, leaned against the black stone tablet, and quietly watched the boss whose whole body began to swell, like a monster with proliferated flesh and blood.

He looked at the dead souls surrounding him.

"What are you doing standing still? Are you waiting for me to tell you to open the table?"

As soon as Wen Yan's voice fell, he saw a large group of dead souls and rushed towards them.

The shrill wails kept ringing in the pile of dead souls.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and listened quietly. He stretched out his hand to touch his abdomen.

In addition to feeling the power of righteousness, he also felt the power of benevolence. He could feel it and he could use it.

A sentence even came to his mind.

"Those who are without benevolence will wither away their vitality."

But he didn't want to send his boss on the road, even if he no longer had this power, it didn't matter to him.

He remembered that at first, he just wanted to lead these Avengers to take revenge, nothing more.

So, just follow your original intention now.

Moreover, he did not feel that he was qualified to kill their enemies on behalf of these dead souls.

Just let them do it.

Let them hunt down the culprit themselves.

The wailing sound was continuous, the vitality was too great, and the rampage started, making it impossible for the boss to die for a while. In other words, even if his head was cut off at this moment, he would not be able to die.

Countless dead souls around him came one after another, taking turns.

Wen Yan leaned against the stone tablet and fell asleep with his eyes closed amidst the boss's wailing.

The words on the stone tablet are shining.

As Wen Yan breathed, the power that surged out was also rising.

But Wen Yan felt that it didn't matter anymore. The power of benevolence, which could be accepted by anyone with or without it, began to grow at a rate far exceeding the growth rate of the power of righteousness.

Wen Yan had been running around all day and felt a little tired at the moment.

He vaguely heard someone speaking.

"How about repaying evil with kindness?"

"How to repay kindness? Repay evil with straightness, and repay kindness with kindness."

There seemed to be some sound of water, as if someone was saying something, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

He only felt tired, but more importantly, he still felt puzzled. He didn't quite understand why, and it was a bit incomprehensible.

All he can think about is that if he can't bear it, he will do it if he feels angry, and then he will take revenge if he has any grudges and complain if he has any grudges.

He vaguely heard someone laughing, several people laughing.

But his mind was exhausted. He could feel that he was in a dream. He didn't want to open his eyes. He just wanted to take a rest.

At the same time, the South China Sea Fleet had already sailed to the high seas, and the official also issued an announcement for a live-fire exercise.

The Dahlia came across the Nanyang Sea. No one stopped it anymore, and no one claimed to own it anymore. Scholars began to pop up on the Internet, saying that the Dahlia had long been ownerless. How how.

A few forces also captured blurry images high in the sky. A creature that looked like a humanoid caught up with a missile doing Brownian motion, and then flew away with the missile without knowing how.

At the same time, in a palace in Europa, the statue placed on it had one side of its face sunken and its head tilted to one side.

Then, on a large island in the middle of Nanyang, everyone could see countless dead souls rolling there and burning with flames, but no one dared to get close to it within a hundred kilometers.

In the Nanyang Alliance, many people died, and many of the positions vacated have already been occupied.

The caliber began to be unified, that is, those who died, the disaster was cruel, they deserved to die, and revenge for the dead souls was a just act.