I am your natural enemy

Seeing this scene from afar, Wen Yan's expression changed. Of course he knew what Lao Lao Jin was doing.

Lao Lao Jin must have known what those people were going to do. Now that he had a little bit of mobility, he decided to die decisively to interrupt those people's plans.

The moment was too far away and there was no time to reach out. Wen Yan's thoughts were racing, and it was definitely too late to persuade him, and he couldn't stop him. The will of such a big boss who had gone through wars and hardships was so firm.

As his thoughts whirled, Wen Yan pinched his fingers and held the scorching sun in his palm. He pointed his finger in the air and saw a red light flying through the sky, turning into a phantom, following the golden avenue, and directly immersed into Lao Lao Jin.

In an instant, the yang energy in Lao Lao Jin's body surged, and his soul submerged behind the weird flame. Not only was he not injured, but the weird flame was forced back by the fierce burst of yang energy.

"Decheng Wenyan, respectfully invite the old man to return home, and leave the rest to the younger generation."

The old man felt the power in his body, and the invisible chains that bound him were constantly disintegrating and dissipating under the flames transformed by the blazing Yang Qi.

The old man looked back, hesitated, and then asked.

"What department are you in?"

"No." Wen Yan shook his head decisively.

"But I have public duties." Mr. Jin's voice gradually became louder.

"No." Wen Yan smiled and answered forcefully.

When the old man heard this, he looked at the people rushing around him and burst into laughter.

"Then you can't control me. I've been dead for many years. As long as I don't commit any crimes in China, even the Lieyang Department can't control me. A Piao is in China. Except for those who have obtained status after filing, no one else has the right to do so. ”

Hearing this, Wen Yan suddenly grinned.

"The old man is right."

Because strictly speaking, the old man now appears as a ghost, and he no longer has the rights of living beings, that is, they belong to those living beings whose basic rights are not recognized by China. The same meaning is that whatever he does now has nothing to do with China.

Even if you take 10,000 steps back, without any serious record of leaving the country, why do you say that the Ah Piao in Maple Leaf Country at the moment is actually the Chinese Ah Piao?

Just because the other party speaks Chinese?

20% of the people in the world can speak Chinese dialect. There may be people in any corner who can speak it. How normal.

Mr. Jin's whole body was burning with yang energy. In the yang energy, a trace of golden light floated, and a trace of blood flickered.

At the same time, Wen Yan stretched out a hand and held the worn-out flag. A violent sun blessed it. At the same time, with a flick of his finger, three Qin Banliangs blessed with a violent sun flew out in circles and landed on the flag. On the Brick Avenue.

The flags buzzed, and the Bone mark at the foot of the stone door of the Skeleton Dog lit up with brilliance.

A prompt popped up in front of Wen Yan.

"Your identity Dark xx is activated, and all related abilities can receive at least 50% bonus (X)"

Wen Yan raised his hand, and dark clouds appeared in the sky, covering the sun, moon and stars, turning this place into darkness.

Just when Wen Yan was about to do something, Lao Lao Jin sang in a low voice to the flag that was flapping in the wind.

"The big knife... chop off the heads of the devils..."

As Lao Laojin sang, ripples appeared on the flag, and the echoes of the years began to be activated. The chorus that once under the flag began to resonate at this moment.

The resonance quickly spread to the cemetery behind, and the resonance of the chorus rose rapidly, and a murderous aura began to rise from the peaceful cemetery.

A shadowy figure carrying a big knife walked out of the huge monument and stepped onto the Brick Avenue.

Shadows came out one after another behind him, and together they set foot on the Brick Avenue.

Wen Yan took a breath. He had already guessed the location of the altar when the head of the headquarters had decided it here. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he fully understood that there was no need for him to summon souls at all.

These silent heroic spirits do not need any special ritual to awaken them. Just hearing the songs of their comrades is enough.

Wen Yan quickly took out three incense sticks he got from his grandmother, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner. The light smoke curled up and lingered around the heroic spirits.

And as these heroic spirits stepped onto the Golden Brick Avenue, the badges borrowed by Wen Yan were blooming with brilliance, and several buff blessings appeared in succession.

"Get temporary buff: Weiguo.

When the enemy is not a citizen of China, he will gain 25% immune immunity, 25% critical hit chance, and 25% dodge chance.

Note 1: Critical hits will cause an additional 100% (X) damage.

Note 2: When you dodge a single damage, you will be immune to this damage (the more dodge chances, the effect will decrease)."

"Get temporary buff: Expeditionary Force.

When being judged to be fighting in non-Chinese territory, you will be immune to a series of controls such as illusion, mind, and spirit. When you are attacked by such attacks, your fighting spirit will be greatly improved; all elemental resistance will be increased by 25%; your willpower will be greatly improved. . "

"Get temporary buff: Teamfight.

When you engage in a team battle with a certain number of Shenzhou warriors, your morale will not fall below the high morale bottom line, and when you are the coach, the morale upper limit is positively related to your will, determination, etc. "

"Get temporary buff: Aura.

We live and die together. All buffs on your body can be radiated to your comrades in team battles, with a minimum of 30% and a maximum of 120%. "

After hearing this, Wen Yan immediately took out a candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Even though he had already used incense stick, when he saw the 120%, Wen Yan decided to add another layer, not too much.

Wen Yan suppressed the urge to let others take action. He also understood what Lao Lao Jin said. The old man was right. As long as the person who took action in the past was not a living person, no matter what happened, they would always stand on the commanding heights and always have the initiative. right.

He thought about it, looked at the situation on the other side, and decided to respect the old man's idea. He is still considering the overall situation.

Then what he can do is to do whatever he can while ensuring his own advantage.

Thinking of this, Wen Yan pondered for a moment and looked at the dark identity that suddenly bubbled up and the bunch of buffs. Then, he waved his hand, and the mysterious residual image appeared in front of him.

On the other side, the ceremony had begun, but the most important person, Lao Lao Jin, was suddenly dragged by a golden brick avenue extending from the void after being awakened, forcibly blocking the progress of the ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, before they could do anything, Lao Laojin suddenly erupted with terrifying blazing Yang Qi. The cold power around him was forcibly dispersed, making it impossible to get close at all.

But when those living people, as well as other professionals and aliens gathered over, they saw on the Brick Avenue, their bodies were translucent, smoke was lingering around them, and no cold souls appeared.

The seemingly translucent broadsword slashed through the head of a professional. The head was intact. The first thing he saw was the soul's head rolling down from his neck.

The soul head's eyes widened, even though it had been killed, it still refused to dissipate.

The leading high priest was caught off guard and was unable to dodge. His left hand was slashed by a knife. Some of the tattoos engraved on the upper part of his left palm dimmed instantly, and his skin color turned as pale as a dead man.

"Heroic spirits! Heroic spirits with exclusive weapons! Be careful!"

The leading high priest felt that his soul was traumatized, but this trauma was not fatal.

In ordinary times, even a little trauma to the soul will have extremely serious effects. He will be unable to move at every turn, his thoughts will be confused, he will no longer be able to cast spells, and he will be unable to host altars and other such things.

But now, that half of his palm was completely numb, and he could still feel the severe pain from the incision, as if he had really only had half of his palm chopped off.

The leader kept retreating, and the people around him kept pushing forward, but neither bullets nor other objects could do any harm to the disembodied heroic spirit.

Instead, the thick resentment that is constantly overflowing from the ground is constantly colliding with the smoke lingering around the heroic spirit, consuming each other.

There were professionals and magicians around who felt this and immediately began to adjust their strategies, stimulating an increasingly strong atmosphere of resentment and unwillingness here.

Further away, there were a few sullen people who had already taken out their phones to make calls.

The high priest exited the barn and looked at the Golden Avenue. He could also see Wen Yan standing on the altar on the other side of the Golden Brick Avenue.

Wen Yan drooped his eyelids. After confirming that the opponent's fighting strength was sufficient, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the mysterious residual map.

The illuminated parts on the residual map are mainly in China. Outside of China, a large area of ​​​​the island country is lit up.

Since the last time a large area of ​​the island country was lit up, the residual map has continued to expand outward into a large area of ​​darkness.

It can be seen that it basically coincides with the current world map, but it only has a rough outline of the land.

Wen Yan remembered roughly where the opposite place was, so he clicked on the map. The JieE Shuiguan Rui on the back of his hand shone slightly.

Following Wen Yan's thoughts, the badges on the table, the borrowed badges on Wen Yan's body, the flags behind him, and the altar under his feet all bloomed together.

He recalled the preparations he had made in advance, and the trajectory of the cloud map appeared in his mind, as well as all possible trajectories and directions in the next day.

The flow of hot and cold air and the direction of the wind are all floating in Wen Yan's mind.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

The next moment, in Wen Yan's bag, a gold particle, like a grain of millet, slowly floated up, turned into little golden light, and melted into Wen Yan's hand.

This grain of gold, the size of a millet grain, was the little thing left behind when a water god was burned to death.

Wen Yan never knew what this thing was used for, and it was one of the very few things that couldn't be blessed by the burning sun.

It took so long that Wen Yan almost forgot about this thing. When making preparations this time, Wen Yan brought a small gold nugget because he had to deal with things in the water.

Unexpectedly, that little gold particle was actually activated at this moment.

The moment the golden light turned into small gold particles blended into the JieE Shuiguan Rui, Wen Yan felt that it was troublesome to use it all the time, and the obscure and difficult mythical special effects Si Yu no longer had that sluggish feeling.

He seemed to have completely grasped this authority. His fingertips were a little above the residual map, and a map suddenly appeared in the empty place.

He could feel the water vapor floating in this area, the clouds turning, the intersection of cold and hot winds, and he could even feel what was below, as if he had turned into a satellite spirit and could overlook the place pointed by his finger.

As his thoughts moved and he recalled the cloud pictures he had seen before, he blew out a breath and saw the hot air rising from the ground, turning into warm currents, colliding with the cold air high above, turning into strong winds.

This was like a chain reaction. In one place, the wind direction changed drastically. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, rolling up the water vapor and converging in a general direction.

Above the farm, dark clouds pressed down. In just a few minutes, the sky and the earth became dark.

Wen Yan felt more things, felt the strong resentment there, felt the vitality there, and even felt the despair that the dead souls could not cry.

He stretched out his hand and clicked the incomplete picture. In an instant, thunder exploded in the dark clouds, and the light of thunder flowed, as if a simplest mark of summoning dead souls was imprinted in the dark clouds.

A thunder fell and struck the barn, smashing the barn directly and igniting a raging fire.

And the thunder seemed to break an invisible shackle.

It was upright and open, but it also had the ultimate dark power hidden, as well as the power of the soul and the power of the sacred.

Under the ground, skeletons emerged one after another, with desperate and powerless wails before death. They crawled out crying and looked at the high priest and those people.

More than a hundred kilometers away, Sam, who had just received some news and turned around to rush to Robin, stopped the car and looked back at the black clouds in the distance that seemed to cover hundreds of kilometers. His eyes trembled slightly, and his face was full of shock and disbelief.

"Dead... Undead Sky Curtain?"

"Hou Lixie, is that damned necromancer so strong? Then why is he hiding? Is he afraid of me?"

"No, it's impossible. In this era, how could there be a necromancer who could cast an undead sky curtain covering hundreds of kilometers."

"This doesn't feel right either. There's no undead breath?"

On the other side, Wen Yan felt that the feeling of being almost omnipotent, able to bring out the mythological characteristics to the extreme, and being able to use them to the extreme, faded like a tide, and the power in the gold grains was almost consumed.

Following his summons, a large number of dead souls buried underground in Saskatchewan, which were covered by the black cloud, were awakened. Even if their spiritual energy was revived, they could not become ghosts. They were summoned out.

Under the earth, a mysterious and weak power was also awakened. A wisp of death was growing under the earth. The thing that had just revived felt the information, the call, and the will contained in the sky.

This wisp of death was thrown out and merged into the power of the sky at this moment.

"May you follow the power of the sacred sky to complete the revenge of fate."

In the ruins of an abandoned old school, countless skeletons drilled out of the ground, and one after another, the dead souls drilled out of it.

In a wasteland, the dead souls climbed up from it one after another, carrying that wisp of death.

And under the ancient church, the skeletons overturned the building. Even if the skeletons were shattered, the dead souls could crawl out of it.

Countless dead souls were awakened and attacked in one direction together.

In the capital of Saskatchewan, the local chief who was answering the phone was looking at the dead souls coming out of the grass outside the window. As more and more dead souls appeared, his expression froze there.

His pen couldn't sign the document that had just been delivered.

"Damn idiot, do you want me to say that the necromancer also came from Shenzhou?

Where is the damn necromancer?

Even the robots on the moon know that he is in Robin!"

The furious roar resounded through the mansion.

The dead souls who had been tortured and died tragically here, and even those who couldn't make a sound after death and couldn't turn into dead souls, finally began to take revenge.

They were going to tear apart those who made them unable to wail.

In the farm, countless dead souls were coming one after another. The transparent heroes were surrounded by smoke. Those people used unique weapons, even weapons specifically for heroes, but they couldn't kill any of them.

After the heroes became transparent to a certain extent, they were forcibly solidified there.

Even as the fighting became more intense, that power continued to rise, allowing the transparency of the heroic spirit's body to continue to recover.

Seeing that he was surrounded and obviously unable to escape, the high priest took out a black dagger and stabbed a guard to death.

He used the guard's blood and sweat to write a symbol on the ground, pressed one hand on the symbol, and chanted something in a low voice.

As he chanted, the whites of his eyes continued to turn bright yellow, and a deep power descended.

"Waste."

The high priest shouted in a low voice, raised his head, and looked forward, as if he had crossed the Golden Brick Avenue and saw Wen Yan on the other side.

The first time he saw Wen Yan, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Waste, you dare to hurt me!"