Chapter 407 Elixir of Life, Overturning the Table (12k)

The headquarter director did not give Wen Yan much advice. He was not present, and the information he received was second-hand and delayed. His true feelings were definitely not as good as those of Wen Yan, a front-line member. He just said.

"When the old Taoist's sword is delivered, your mobile phone will receive a notification. Please pay attention to it.

It is enough to be able to do this.

In any case, retreat as soon as possible, don't force it.

There are eight locations in Nanyang, and someone can pick you up.

You can check your mobile phone and load it first to prevent no signal."

After hanging up the phone, the headquarter director looked at the latest news.

To the east and south of the Nanyang Alliance, fleets from other places are approaching.

In the other hemisphere, it was daytime, and they had begun to claim the ownership of the Dahlia.

The church in Europe and other forces also wanted to take the opportunity to enter the Nanyang Alliance.

However, before Shenzhou said anything, a respected old predecessor in the Nanyang Alliance took the initiative to stand up and righteously rejected the so-called assistance from Europe.

The latest news ten seconds ago was that one of the small members of the Nanyang Alliance, who was advertised as a top ten leader in this small member country who was on vacation on a certain island, died suddenly.

The hospital said it was sudden death. The details were not officially announced, but those who understand know what happened.

"It is really unfair to let Wen Yan go to this kind of cesspool." The head of Wudang said bluntly, but at this moment, everyone held a small meeting, and no one said that the head of Wudang was too vulgar.

Everyone just felt that the description of the cesspool was indeed very appropriate.

No matter what the result of this matter is, it will cause serious and long-term impact on people's body and mind.

Fortunately, Wen Yan is a martial artist. If he is a young man practicing Taoism, I am afraid he will have to reshape his Tao heart first.

If he can't get rid of this anger at once, all the related things will be unlucky for sixty years.

If the Taoist is stubborn, no one can persuade him.

After a while of the small meeting, everyone retreated and started to do other things.

The representatives of Fuyu Mountain were the first to retreat. The Grand Master Uncle felt that in the current situation and what Wen Yan said before, no matter what others did or did not do, they had to do something.

The Grand Master Uncle asked the Fourth Master Uncle to call the little zombie.

The call was connected and Quemao answered.

"Hey, Fourth Master Uncle, what do you want? Are you looking for Xiao Shaobao? She is watching TV. Wait a minute, I will go and call her."

"No need to call her deliberately, just open a window."

"Okay."

In the largest square of Fuyu Mountain, the banners, altars, flags, tablets, etc. have been set up.

The Grand Master Uncle changed out of the plain Taoist robes he usually wore and put on a rather gorgeous red Taoist robe.

The Grand Master Uncle stood in front of the altar with a solemn expression. The distance was thousands of kilometers away and across the border. Of course, he couldn't do it from such a distance.

But just in case, he had to be on guard against whether someone in Shenzhou had any ideas.

The direction of the major policy began to change, and the things that had been suppressed were about to be implemented in an orderly manner.

The rich experience and lessons in the past all told them that this kind of change, especially the big change, was destined to not satisfy everyone.

People who were dissatisfied, under normal circumstances, could not just say a few words.

On the other side, Gan Tang walked out of the zombie cave and came to Decheng through the window opened by the little zombie.

When necessary, Fuyu Mountain would kill a chicken with a butcher knife, and the lion would fight the rabbit with all its strength. They would not intervene casually in the process in between. Now, this matter is Wen Yan practicing his martial arts.

However, the premise of all this is that Wen Yan is fine. If there is an unexpected situation, they will intervene immediately.

When Gan Tang appeared in the Wei's Medical Clinic in Decheng, not far from Wen Yan's home, Wei Jing, who was lying on a recliner with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked in the direction of Wen Yan's home.

Wei Jing had a hint of astonishment in his eyes and was puzzled.

Wen Yan's place is really a strange place, with all kinds of strange things, and now there are even flying zombies.

However, flying zombies?

There are flying zombies now?

Those who stayed before? From Fuyu Mountain?

Just thinking about it, Wei Jing smiled bitterly, forget it, no need to guess, you will see it soon.

Just a glance, from such a distance, the other party still sensed it.

He sat up and put a box of cold fried chicken on the table into the microwave to heat it up.

Before it was heated up, a figure fell silently from the sky and landed at the door of Wei's Clinic.

Gan Tang raised her head and looked at the plaque of Wei's Clinic. It was very ordinary, so ordinary that it looked like a standard printed font, but the word Wei reminded her of something.

At this moment, Wei Jing had appeared behind the glass door and opened the door.

"Don't look, come in first."

Gan Tang looked at Wei Jing with a look of shock and uncertainty.

"Wei... Doctor Wei?"

"Come in and talk. If you were somewhere else, you would have been photographed and the automatic system of the Lieyang Department would have been triggered.

Fortunately, this place is different from other places. Not many people are qualified to receive this reminder."

Gan Tang entered the Wei's clinic with a shocked look on his face.

Just at this time, the microwave made a sound, indicating that it was heated up.

Wei Jing took out the box of fried chicken and put it on the table.

"Sit down and chat, this is the only thing you can taste here.

The fried chicken marinated and fried by Wuji himself has some special taste.

You should be able to taste the flavor inside, it’s very special, give it a try. "

Wei Jing felt relaxed as if he had met an acquaintance. Fortunately, he knew the person who came, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Gantang's head was buzzing. After she sat down, she was full of doubts. After just a few words, she was sure that they didn't look alike. They were really the same person.

"Doctor Wei, how do you..."

"Let's eat first and talk slowly."

Gantang picked up a piece of fried chicken and looked at it. It was ordinary. It was no different from the fried chicken she had seen. Maybe it was because it was cooled and then heated in a microwave, so it didn't look that good.

She took a sip, but it tasted bad.

In the past, she would have loved it, but today, she couldn't care less about it.

"Doctor Wei, are you a zombie too?"

"No, I'm just a doctor."

"Then..." Gantang hesitated for a moment, but still didn't ask the next words.

She just found it a bit incredible because she had met Wei Jing more than a thousand years ago when she was still alive.

The first time I met Wei Jing, Wei Jing appeared with Master Sun.

At that time, it was Mr. Sun who introduced him, saying that this was Dr. Wei.

Gantang was still young at that time and just stood behind and watched, but she took note of this young doctor.

According to the rules at that time, they were teachers, workers, and students. The earliest titles of doctors began to sprout at that time, but they were not used much at that time and not many people knew about them.

Those who can be called doctors are all top Xinglin masters. They must have unique skills that are enough to establish a sect, and they must be outstanding in one aspect to the ceiling level.

The highly respected Master Sun at that time, who is now the ancestor enshrined in Yaowang Mountain, introduced it personally, so naturally no one suspected anything.

Gantang remembered that she had met Wei Jing three times in total, and she was deeply impressed each time.

Unexpectedly, more than a thousand years later, she saw Wei Jing again, and Wei Jing seemed to be still alive.

She didn't dare to ask for more information, because she thought of the legend of the elixir of life, a legend that had been circulating since a long time ago.

If this was involved, it would be inappropriate for her to ask.

After all, Dr. Wei had been kind to their family. Not only could she no longer ask, but now she was thinking about how to help Dr. Wei hide his identity.

Like zombies, those who rely on sleep and evolution to escape the years and regain consciousness and memory may not be the only ones.

Wei Jing looked at Gan Tang who seemed a little nervous and smiled.

"Don't think so much, I'm fine here now, I like it here very much, no one cares who I am, I'm just an ordinary neighbor, an ordinary person who runs a medical clinic.

Damn, why are you here?

Because of Wen Yan? "

Gantang nodded.

"Well, there are some things that I can't ignore. Wen Yan is the blazing sun of our time. And, most importantly, he is a good boy, better than the Thirteenth Patriarch of Fuyu."

Gantang told what happened in the Nanyang Alliance. Wen Yan was there now, bringing hundreds of thousands of dead souls with him. The place was so attractive that something else might want to intervene.

Wei Jing suddenly realized that he was now completely sure of the core reason why no one paid attention to him here.

Because he is too close to Wen Yan, people who are qualified to investigate will not do it. People who might be able to investigate do not have such authority at all, and they will not be meddlesome.

Wen Yan asked him to treat patients. It seemed like he was about to show his face. In fact, it was safer this way.

According to the character of Chinese people, all professionals will not like someone checking the people around them.

As long as there is no danger, the higher Wen Yan's status, the fewer people who have contact with Wen Yan and are qualified to see their information.

And he happened to be in a position that was not particularly close, but not far away, and no one would check him out.

This is not to offend him, but to offend Wen Yan for no reason.

Wei Jing figured this out as soon as his thoughts changed. He looked at Gantang and said.

"Then go ahead, people from Nanyang still have complicated feelings towards China.

I have heard of people who have escaped from China or been expelled.

Either they went to Nanyang, or they crossed east to the neighboring island country.

In the past, these were areas with relatively minor consequences.

After all, we are going to sea.

Earlier, there were people going west from China.

But after being attacked twice by those Han envoys, there were fewer people going west from the land, and there were no more people who dared to accept them. "

Speaking of this, Wei Jing paused slightly and said.

"Does anyone know the role Wen Yan plays there?"

"You know a little bit at the beginning, but you will definitely not know anything later. That is already beyond human effort."

"So, are people in Nanyang afraid of Wen Yan becoming a Han envoy? Or are there people in China who want him to become a Han envoy?"

Gantang thought about this sentence carefully.

At first glance, it sounds like someone wants Wen Yan to die?

But after thinking about it again, it doesn't feel that way. It is indeed more appropriate to use Han Dynasty to refer to it.

"I don't know, so if necessary, I will go there. The direction China has chosen is about to change. It may not be a bad thing for me to come forward."

"Then go ahead. There will be a long time to come."

"Okay, Doctor Wei, take your leave."

Gan Tang did not waste time, she might go there at any time.

After Gan Tang left, Wei Jing poured himself a cup of sour plum soup and looked to the south. He really didn't expect that such a big thing happened in Nanyang.

In Shenzhou, there have been only two or three cases in thousands of years when hundreds of thousands of dead souls were paraded and the banner of fighting against injustice was raised.

However, Nanyang...

Wei Jing thought about it and came to a room, opened an ancient painting, hung it on the wall, and lit a stick of incense.

"There is something that I think I still need your attention.

I know your rules, don't worry, I'm not asking you to intervene directly.

If there are some things that want Wen Yan to become a Han envoy, you can help.

After all, what he did is qualified to be supported.

Besides, I can live here safely thanks to him."

Wei Jing just lit the incense, but didn't throw the wild rice.

He felt that if he asked, it might be bad, so he should keep a tacit understanding.

…

Nanyang Alliance, Wen Yan's progress was very fast. He didn't care about the end, the follow-up, the killing, but not the burial.

Later, some strange scenes even appeared in the Nanyang Alliance.

Many professionals who were supposed to stop these ghosts were watching coldly, and some even detained or dragged those who wanted to escape.

People with a clear conscience naturally knew that even if they were washed by the long river, they would at most be washed by the cold air. Yes, they could not even be considered as being washed by the huge yin energy of the evil land.

But those who were related to these things were scared to death. They all knew that many people had been taken away in the first two places.

Especially those ghost armies, they appeared and disappeared, sometimes here, and sometimes more than a thousand kilometers away. Who could hold it?

Before the ghost army arrived, some places had already started riots.

Some armed forces had already started conflicts.

The third location was swept away.

The fourth location is the southeast of the Nanyang Alliance. When this place was swept, the sun was about to rise and the east was already dawning.

Wen Yan did not stop, leading hundreds of thousands of dead souls to the last location.

This was specially planned and calculated by him, and the fifth location was placed at the end.

Because the fifth location is at the westernmost part of the Nanyang Alliance, on the peninsula.

And here, there is a difference of four or five time zones from the fourth location.

This means that when the fourth location starts to rise, the fifth location is at least four hours away from sunrise.

With the gathering of more and more dead souls in this long river, the speed of galloping is getting faster and faster, and the time is definitely enough.

He even has enough time to clean up more places.

No matter what the boss wants to do, he can't stop now. He must finish what he has to do now.

Came to the west of the Nanyang Alliance, washed through the mountains and forests, and stirred up torrential rain. In the mountains, one dead soul after another drilled out from the ground and joined the army.

Wen Yan no longer wanted to care about what some people here did now, he just wanted to send them to death.

His philosophy was different from Yan Zhikong's. He really didn't care how these people died, and he didn't have that kind of mercy.

He just thought that these people should die quickly and die thoroughly, and the process was not important.

In one day, he encountered such a great mental shock, and he felt that what Xunzi said was right. He had the emotion of "tired, destroy it" more than once in his heart.

When he came out of the road from the fifth location and swept for an hour, the sky suddenly changed.

In the black cloud, the flashing thunder seemed to be attracted, turning into thick lightning, falling from the sky, and falling into the long river of dead souls formed by the gathering of yin and resentment.

The most yang and strong power fell into it, and a large number of dead souls were instantly shattered, and the whole long river was forcibly pierced.

But in a flash, those ghosts who were as fragile as paper in the face of such thunder were reunited in this long river of yin and resentment.

Their power has gathered together and merged into this long river. They themselves have also been more and more deeply integrated with the passage of time. The advantage is that it is difficult to completely kill a certain ghost in it with ordinary power.

Wen Yan raised his head, felt the power of the thunder, and a realization came to his mind.

Over a million.

Hundreds of ghosts paraded.

Finally caused a qualitative change.

The performance at this moment is a kind of qualitative change.

Thunder in the sky kept falling and blasting into this long river. After the thunder almost cleansed the entire long river, it dissipated.

The thick black clouds in the sky seemed to have become thinner.

There were also some different flavors in the whole long river. The extremely rich yin began to have a little more yang, and the marks on each ghost seemed to be glowing.

Those marks were the source of Yang Qi, but this time the Yang Qi did not come from Wen Yan.

After completing the Thunder Transformation and finally passing a million, the ghosts all turned their heads and looked towards the southeast.

At the same time, Wen Yan in this long river seemed to have gained the vision of these ghosts at the same time.

He saw that the world was gray, but some people were stained with bright red blood.

Some were stained on their hands, some were stained on their mouths, and some were covered in blood from head to toe.

The bright red blood color was as conspicuous as a lighthouse in the dark night in a completely gray world.

Now Wen Yan knew why the ghosts would not recognize the wrong person.

They could see and feel clearly from a long distance.

At this moment, in the southeast direction, a blood-colored light column stood between the sky and the earth. From a distance, it looked like a blood-colored waterfall connecting the sky and the earth. The halo alone could illuminate the sky over there and dye it bloody.

All the ghosts turned their heads together, and the long river rushed around, turned a circle, and rushed over there at a very fast speed.

That must be where the culprit was. When the number of ghosts piled up to millions and was washed by thunder and completed the qualitative change, the biggest mark of hatred could no longer be hidden.

Wen Yan looked at the bloody sky from afar, and was lifted by the long river, flying rapidly towards that side in mid-air.

Now he understood why the boss was not in a hurry at all. He knew that when these dead souls gathered to a certain extent, they would definitely look for him.

And even Wen Yan could not stop the dead souls in this situation.

…

In the central part of Nanyang, at the intersection of the ground, the boss had completed the construction of the altar, but the five pillars around it all collapsed.

He still did his own thing very calmly.

When it was finished, he stretched out his hand and turned it over, and an ancient copper nose scroll appeared in his hand.

The moment he opened the scroll, he saw black smoke rising from the ground not far in front of him. In the rolling black smoke, a human-shaped sheep-headed monster emerged from it.

"According to the agreement, I helped you take root in Nanyang and helped you establish a sect.

Now it's your turn to repay, help me delay enough time."

The sheep-headed monster laughed strangely.

"No restrictions?"

"Yes, no restrictions."

As the boss finished speaking, chains appeared on the hands, feet, and neck of the goat-headed monster.

The moment the chains appeared, they broke into pieces and completely dissipated.

The goat-headed monster laughed and moved its body, and black smoke began to appear around it. Its body also gradually dissipated in the rolling black smoke.

"As you wish."

Only a few dozen kilometers away from here, in a small town.

There is no cross in the church here, and the stained glass is not painted with figures, but a goat's head.

In the church, black smoke emerged and quickly covered everything here.

On the wall, signs of decay began to appear, and in the thick black smoke rolling on the ground, traces of thunder and fire began to appear.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the goat-headed monster stood on the high platform, raised his arms, and chanted a spell in an unknown language with an excited tone.

As he chanted, the rolling black fog on the ground slowly dispersed to both sides, and the earth began to tremble.

The fire below was shining, and hideous monsters climbed up from it.

The sheep-headed monster laughed wildly. He had waited for this day for too long.

He was summoned, established a sect, and was bound by the contract. He helped that person do a series of things, including but not limited to finding intersections, building some things, and teaching the other party how to concoct souls.

Just waiting for one day to be completely released and lose many restrictions that should have been there.

The cracks on the ground are getting bigger and bigger, and the buildings here are beginning to be torn apart by the cracks. The sheep-headed monster floats on the cracks, raising his arms, laughing and shouting wantonly.

More and more monsters rushed out of the cracks. They surged out like a tide, and billowing black smoke rose up. The smell of chaos and evil began to spread from here to all directions.

"I did what you can't do." The sheep-headed monster laughed up to the sky.

At the same time, Valak, who had already left the South China Sea and was on his way to be expelled with a group of ghosts, looked back to the east and cursed for three minutes in a language that no one else could understand.

Only now did he understand why the Dahlia drifted to the South China Sea.

Why did he hear that there seemed to be some monsters in the South China Sea Alliance, which was related to him, and some people said that it was his instructions, and he inexplicably took a lot of blame.

Because it really had something to do with him.

He sensed that one of his subordinates, a subordinate who betrayed him and made his own way out, could come here in person without knowing how to do it.

Moreover, that guy didn't know how to use all the prerequisites to open the gate of hell in the South China Sea Alliance and summon a large number of demons to come.

After cursing, Valak continued to lie down. He was on the way to be expelled, although no one was guarding him or forcing him.

But according to the rules, he was indeed being expelled.

"See how you die! Idiot, you dare to come in person. Those terrible Orientals don't know how to expel people. They only like to kill aliens."

Valak muttered a few words and suddenly sat up again.

He turned out a big guy. He had a good chat with the water ghosts who came to send them out of the country. One of the water ghosts taught him how to use it and told him to call when he had something to do.

Valak followed the other party's instructions and clicked on 1. After long pressing, he saw a number automatically dialed on the big guy's phone.

After waiting for a few seconds, a voice came from the phone.

"Hey, Ava? What's going on?"

"There was a goat-headed demon who once followed me but later betrayed me. I don't know how this idiot did it. He opened a door to hell in the Nanyang Alliance and summoned many demons.

This has nothing to do with me, he betrayed me long ago. "

"Oh, it turns out that guy is the 25th kid. I've always heard that it was you who arranged it."

"You Xingjun know best. I am trapped on the Dahlia. This really has nothing to do with me. I don't want our friendship to crack due to some misunderstanding. Please be sure to tell you Xingjun that it really has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, I'll tell our Star Lord."

Valak thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't get any benefits, and he was still taking the blame, or he was taking the blame for a traitor.

In this case, it's not his fault.

“That guy is very afraid of light and won’t show up during the day.

It's a pity that his real name was stolen by him and I can't remember it. "

After the warning, Valak hung up the phone, finally feeling at ease.

In fact, after seeing Wen Yan this time, he never wanted to come to China again.

According to Wen Yan, his strength can only be regarded as a junior in China, at most he is only slightly good among the juniors.

There are a lot of people in China who can push him to the ground and rub him with one hand.

Wen Yan was very serious when he said this, and Valak could tell that they were the most sincere words.

Moreover, there is a sect in China that is particularly dissatisfied with demons. There used to be a particularly strong person in it who killed almost all the demons in China for a full sixty years.

Coupled with what Valak had heard about before, he felt that Wen Yan was right. He was only expelled this time purely because Wen Yan was a moderate and reasonable.

If he met someone from the anti-demon radical group, he would definitely be worse off than dead. People from that group would regard it as the highest honor to kill a monster that they have never killed before.

Wen Yan said that it was probably equivalent to a jewel in the crown of the church, and Valak understood it at that time.

He's so lucky.

At this moment, this blame cannot be shouldered no matter what.

On the other side, the water ghost received the news and immediately reported it.

Wen Yan's cell phone couldn't get through, so they sent a message. As long as Wen Yan's cell phone had some signal, he could receive the message.

Wen Yan was still being led on the road by Chang He. He picked up his phone and took a look. There was a text message.

He looked at it and frowned.

Shake people? Are you the only one who can shake people up?

Originally, strictly speaking, this matter is only a matter of the Nanyang Alliance. If you, an alien monster, open the gate to hell here, it is not just a matter of the Nanyang Alliance.

The news was pushed to him directly from the Lieyang Department's App, which means that the Lieyang Department must have known about it.

At this time, the river of dead souls has entered a state of madness, and nothing can stop them from seeking revenge on the culprits, including the newly emerged demons.

Wen Yan didn't say anything. Devils are different from devils. Devils like Gauss have no soul at all, and their shapes are not fixed. When they reach the level of the devil, they are almost the incarnation of a certain kind of devil. They are immortal and immortal. .

On the contrary, demons have souls and their shapes are mostly fixed.

At least those monsters with huge numbers cannot be exceptions.

As the river approached, Wen Yan could see large black smoke floating in the distance, and those evil auras gathered into clouds.

As soon as the two sides met, they collided together. The Yin Qi and resentment constantly collided with the evil and demonic Qi, pulling each other away.

Chang He's charging speed, just a moment's notice, saw countless dead souls fighting with countless ferocious monsters.

A large number of monsters continued to fall, but there were still monsters in the distance, pouring out from the increasingly larger cracks in the distance.

In the black smoke, a goat-headed humanoid monster with claws and animal feet stood out very conspicuously.

It's like a game Wen Yan once played. There are a bunch of normal-sized cannon fodder on the ground in an endless stream, and a seven or eight-meter-tall boss stands behind, directing the cannon fodder to die, relying on life to consume the opponent's strength. .

But, is there something wrong with your brain when using the human sea tactic with the river of dead souls at this moment?

Although the individual strength of these dead souls is weak, they will almost never completely dissipate in the long river.

Wen Yan thought about it, and the only possibility he could think of was that this guy didn't want to win at all.

Or, he feels that the door to hell has been opened at this moment, and that he has achieved his goal by opening the door.

Or, it is just delaying time, delaying the footsteps of the long river of dead souls.

Wen Yan looked at the sheep-headed demon in the distance, staring at the huge horns on his head that stretched out to both sides, with a touch of beauty.

"Goat-headed demon."

"He was once a subordinate of Varak. Decades ago, he betrayed Varak, stole his own real name from Varak, and disappeared.

Under the arrangements of certain people and certain forces, he was placed in the Nanyang Alliance.

He established his own sect here and brought his true form to the world.

At this moment, he has lost the bondage of the contract, and he wants to build an eternal portal.

Build his own soul ranch here. "

“His horns have a beauty that coexists with brutality and art, and must be a very good gift.

The demon that appears in its true form is very rare, at least at this stage.

A tip from his former boss: He is particularly afraid of light and never appears during the day. ”

“Temporary ability: None. "

Wen Yan pulled out the Chunjun mace on his back, and the gray cloth swirled around him, forming a surprised face, and then condensed into the shape of a hand, carefully poking Wen Yan and pointing to the sky.

In the sky, a stream of light was approaching rapidly.

The gray cloth flew out with a whoosh, flew high into the sky, fluttered crookedly, entangled with the stream of light, flew down with the stream of light, and returned to Wen Yan again.

The gray cloth rolled and spread out, revealing the magic sword inside.

The power of the magic sword has no effect on the gray cloth, and can even be covered by the gray cloth.

Because this gray cloth was originally used by the old Taoist priest to wrap the magic sword, and after seeing Wen Yan, it followed Wen Yan and ran away.

Wen Yan held the old Taoist priest's magic sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that someone seemed to be whispering in his ear.

"According to the destiny of heaven and your order, the person holding the sword is specially ordered to have no taboos. "

The moment he held the magic sword, Wen Yan realized that his suppressed emotions, which had been numbed by the tragedies along the way, suddenly jumped.

Everything he did was for justice, no need to worry, just do what he thought.

Instantly, flames ignited on Wen Yan's body, his heart was pounding, and the fire in his heart gushed out. The magic sword kept changing its shape in the flames.

The gray cloth dragging the magic sword also changed with it, and finally turned into a black flag with three burning characters "Fa Buyi" on it.

Wen Yan gritted his teeth, and red-gold flames began to emerge from his seven orifices, and the previous restraint disappeared.

He blessed himself with a violent sun, and in an instant Suddenly, the raging fire on his body became more and more intense, and the dense yin and resentment around him, which could hold him forward, were forcibly repelled.

He landed on the ground, holding the big flag of killing injustice in one hand, and his muscles suddenly bulged. Then he held the flagpole and threw it fiercely.

The big flag rushed out with flames and rushed straight to the goat-horned demon behind the demons.

The cannon fodder monsters kept jumping up, trying to stop the big flag, but they were ignited the moment they approached, and turned into ashes before they landed.

The goat-horned demon stretched out a hand and tried to grab the big flag, but the power attached to the big flag was beyond the reach of a monster like him.

There was a sizzling sound, and the flesh and blood in his palm was forcibly evaporated, and the magic sword turned into The flagpole was inserted directly into the shoulder of the goat-horned demon.

The next moment, the flag fluttered in the wind, and a wave spread out.

With a bang, the goat-horned demon, which had expanded to eight or nine meters high, suddenly knelt on the ground as if it was crushed by a mountain.

The cannon fodder standing around the goat-horned demon was swept by the ripples and was instantly suppressed to the ground, dying on the spot.

The ripples spread out again, and a wave of air spread out from the goat-horned demon. His whole body was pressed to the ground, and his arms supported on the ground and sank into the ground.

When he looked up, he saw that Wen Yan was more than ten meters away in one step, and he was approaching rapidly with flames and red light, rushing all the way.

Before he got close, he jumped up.

The goat-headed demon raised his head with a sly smile on his face. He opened his mouth and a black light appeared, leaving a streak of light in the air.

Wen Yan raised his left hand and flicked his fingernails to bounce the streak of light away, hitting an unlucky demon. The demon wailed and decayed rapidly.

The next moment, Wen Yan fell from midair, and the Chunjun mace turned directly into a spike and pierced into the goat-headed demon's forehead.

Except for the mace handle, the whole thing was sunk into its skin.

The goat-headed demon wailed, and when he wanted to do something else, the big flag inserted in his body emitted a circle of ripples again, and the whole body of the goat-headed demon was suppressed and fell to the ground.

Wen Yan held the Chunjun mace in his hand, and a violent sun was added to the Chunjun mace.

"Welcome the sun. "

The next moment, the Chunjun mace trembled slightly, and a dazzling light burst out, as if it had turned into a burning sun, blooming in the head of the goat-headed demon.

The purest light and heat bloomed in the most explosive form.

The goat-headed demon didn't even have time to wail, and his body quickly dissipated under the illumination of the sun that bloomed from his head.

The dazzling light, after losing the full damage and shielding of the goat-headed demon, bloomed on the ground like a flash bomb.

Just like the sun suddenly rising, a huge amount of yang energy turned into a shock wave and spread in all directions.

The huge amount of light that burst out at that moment was at least more than 100,000 lumens, and a large number of cannon fodder summoned by the goat-headed demon were swept away in one encounter. , all turned into ashes.

As far as the eye can see, there is no shadow, all is dazzling light.

Even those souls who were marked by Wen Yan and blessed with Yang Qi, which should not be affected by Wen Yan's Yang Qi, were directly shattered by thousands of souls who were too close.

The long river avoided some of them, and those shattered souls recovered in the long river.

The sudden flash of light gradually calmed down. Wen Yan held a big sun in his hand. The huge body of the goat-horned demon almost completely disappeared, leaving only a normal-sized goat skull with gorgeous long horns.

The skull was all charred, and there was a big hole between the eyebrows.

Wen Yan picked up the goat skull and hung it on the big flag.

He pulled out the big flag, looked back at the millions of dead souls behind him, and continued to move forward.

When he arrived here, he was already covered by the blood-red light that soared into the sky.

On the other side, on the underground altar, the boss stood there, chanting a spell, and the gold bricks inlaid on the altar seemed to melt, and outlined something on the altar according to the predetermined trajectory.

There were evil symbols and runes from Shenzhou.

As the millions of dead souls approached here, all the symbols and patterns lit up.

The boss's hair turned white in an instant, and he became extremely old, but then, his appearance returned to youth, and this cycle continued.

When Wen Yan was dealing with the goat-horned demon, he had already cycled many times.

He raised his head and looked up, feeling the movement above, and also felt that the goat-horned demon fell to the street at a speed beyond imagination.

This time, the goat-horned demon was not even expelled, but was forcibly killed, leaving only the goat skull representing the goat-horned demon.

The boss was motionless, and his aura began to rise. The gold bricks that were constantly melting and surging also began to gradually disappear.

At the same time, the power of more than one million dead souls began to decay.

This was a plan he had prepared for a long time. He kept the dead souls in order to accumulate enough power to complete the ceremony.

The dead souls left now are actually not all of them. Many of them have long dissipated and been consumed.

In his logic, those people "died" with him and pawned their lifespans, bodies, souls, and everything else.

So, all of these belong to him. As long as there is enough gold, gold with special power, he can use the power of the transaction to forcibly buy out all of them.

The last step is to complete this ceremony, using the power of millions of dead souls to force him to complete the path that he would never be able to complete in his lifetime.

If it is converted into money, it means that he alone has to earn at least 30% of the world's money.

Impossible.

Fortunately, talent is the most valuable. People's lifespans, bodies, souls, etc., all have values ​​far beyond currency.

When there are corresponding transactions in the market, there will be pricing.

With pricing, the things he controls will have a valuation.

He can push this valuation up to a point where no one or any country can afford it.

It is enough to reach this value, and he does not need to sell it.

The prerequisite that he could never achieve in his life was completed just like that.

Now what he has to do is to truly attribute all the "wealth" to himself and complete the ultimate advancement in one go.

He doesn't care whether those pillars are destroyed or not, because he is sure that these ghosts will come here in the end, and he is the culprit, the root of everything.

Outside, the river of ghosts trembled slightly, and the weakness became more and more obvious, so obvious that some of the conscious ghosts could feel it.

Wen Yan listened to the words of the ghosts and realized that his previous speculation was correct, just delaying a little time.

Why delay time? Because what that guy wants to do must be when these ghosts are close enough, such as when they are covered by those bloody brilliance, before it can start.

Wen Yan stood there, looking at the big flag fluttering in the wind in front of him.

Keeping these dead souls is to absorb the power of all the dead souls into his own body?

No, he had already mastered some of the power of the dead souls before.

Wen Yan thought of the assembly line slaughterhouse he saw at the beginning. He remembered that when each dead soul appeared, a part of something would be taken away from its body, and the rest was thrown into the intersection like garbage.

Wen Yan turned around and looked at the dead souls.

"Do you remember our agreement?

Now I understand why the resonance between you has reached a very high level, but has not produced any qualitative change.

I thought he separated you before to avoid too much accumulation and qualitative change.

Now I understand that he took away part of you and suppressed the qualitative change.

You are all pawned in the pawnshop and no longer have complete autonomy.

I have reached a consensus with you. I think there is no need for me to say too much.

This bastard forgot one thing.

People are not creatures who always follow the rules.

People will turn the table over!

He is starting to devour you now, which is equivalent to letting go of the suppression of your qualitative change.

It's time to make a choice.

Either, according to the rules, let him get away with it and let the bastard complete an advancement and transformation that should have been impossible.

Or, overturn this damn rule and create a new one!

What are you going to do?"

As Wen Yan roared, his voice echoed in the long river.

His will and anger were accurately transmitted to every dead soul.

The flames of the banner of fighting against injustice behind him grew stronger and stronger.

The flames whistled past, and the blazing will, accompanied by the brilliance, sprinkled on all the dead souls.

The mark left on all the dead souls lit up at this moment.

Either wait for death, or resist and fight hard.

There is no third choice.

The moment these dead souls were pulled out, they no longer had the idea of ​​compromising with the enemy.

From the beginning, Wen Yan made an agreement with these dead souls and gave them a consensus.

After losing the last restriction, the biggest transformation finally began with the will of these dead souls themselves.

If there were no restrictions stuck at the root, with the ideas of these dead souls, a world boss should have been born long ago.

But with Wen Yan's intervention, the consensus became detailed, and everything changed.

At this moment, they chose to overturn the table.

After all, they are not "wealth" without perception, ideas, and consciousness.

They have perception, ideas, want revenge, and can feel pain.

So, when facing oppression, their only choice is to kill the people who control them.

Just like before, the slave owners who were high above, even if they held guns in their hands, would eventually be overturned.

The power that was supposed to be swallowed by the boss on the altar began to be suppressed by an unprecedented consensus, and all the power was poured into the consensus of all the dead souls.

And the mark on all the dead souls became the carrier.

The wind howled, and the sky suddenly changed, thunder roared, and dark clouds pressed down.

The marks on the bodies of the dead souls flew out by themselves and fell in front of Wen Yan.

Countless marks piled up together, and after being infused with all the power, they gradually condensed and gradually turned into a black stone tablet sitting in front of Wen Yan.

On the altar, the boss's face changed drastically, the earth began to tremble, and the altar began to rise.

He could no longer absorb any power, and his "wealth" rebelled.

But it was too late to stop it, and there was no way to stop it.

He began to absorb it himself, which was equivalent to unlocking the last restriction.

Wen Yan, whose body was burning with flames, looked back and grinned.

"Shit!"

He stretched out a hand, cut his palm, and left a bloody palm print on the stone tablet under the illumination of the big flag.

In an instant, the consensus between the dead souls and the living was completely materialized with the power that could definitely give birth to the world boss.

Lines of bloody words appeared on the back of the black stone tablet.