Chapter 400 Living Ship, a Joke From Hell (6k)

"Any subsequent choices you make will affect the direction and changes of things."

"Temporary ability.

1: Purification.

2: Blood sacrifice."

Wen Yan immediately equipped both temporary abilities.

Purification: Remove evil and haze, wash away dirt, and restore the target to its original state (must have scorching sun and progress greater than 50%).

Blood sacrifice: Use blood as a guide to complete a sacrifice.

After equipping the temporary ability, Wen Yan looked at it again and was shocked.

There is a temporary ability?

This is not right. When he saw things before, it seemed that there was no temporary ability when the prompt was triggered?

There are only introductions and prompts, right?

This means...this ghost ship is actually alive?

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and slapped the evil spirit closest to him, and then looked at the prompt again and thought about it carefully.

This ship was launched about ninety years ago. At that time, it was the standard bottom of the Dharma Ending Age, which could not be lower.

At that time, if such a big event was held and a whole ship of people were sacrificed, there would be no big reaction, and it would never succeed.

It would take about forty years before the spiritual energy would revive.

At that time, the ship had been sunk in the ocean for decades.

With the level of technology at that time, if someone deliberately concealed it and it was unknown how far and how long it had deviated from the route, how could you find a sunken ship in this ocean that occupies one-third of the world's surface area, is nearly 20,000 kilometers long and wide, and the deepest place is more than 10,000 meters, with an average depth of 3,000 to 4,000 meters?

To put it nicely, it is literally like looking for a needle in a haystack.

To put it bluntly, go to sleep, and you can have anything in your dreams.

Decades later, some people were still looking for it, but they never found it, and there was no clue at all.

The only certainty was that the ship sank in the ocean, and it was not certain in which area it was.

After Wen Yan carefully read it several times, he roughly understood it.

The ceremony was indeed carried out at that time, but it was not successful, but it still aroused some effect.

Just like many fingerprints, seals, spells, or things to exorcise evil spirits, ordinary people can actually use them.

The most intuitive ones are things like blood on the tip of the tongue and blood on the tip of the finger.

To put it bluntly, there is no blue bar, but there is a blood bar, which can be used directly as a blue bar.

So, although it was at the bottom of the Dharma Ending Age, everyone on this ship was killed.

At that time, there was probably a massacre. Blood, flesh, soul, intense emotions at the time of death, etc., are equivalent to a large number of blood bars to forcibly stack blue bars.

Although the ritual has no possibility of success, it still has power.

These things sank to the bottom of the sea with the ship, and were suppressed by the sea and precipitated into the ship.

After decades of precipitation, and decades of spiritual energy recovery, it is now the second stage of spiritual energy recovery, the version of ghosts.

The ship finally ushered in an outbreak, and evil spirits began to appear. Maybe they are still carrying out things that were not completed before.

Those precipitated powers were re-stimulated, but nearly a hundred years have passed, and everything has changed.

Those powers have been deposited and integrated into the ship. After being stimulated, they only benefited the ship and made it more magical.

It began to transform towards living things.

Wen Yan understood. No wonder it was drifting along the ocean current before. It should be far away from them and it is unlikely to meet them.

Now it seems that it is indeed accelerating towards them.

It is just unknown whether the ship is approaching by itself or the evil spirits here are controlling the ship to approach.

Wen Yan raised his head and looked around. The rust on the bulkhead kept falling off. Evil spirits came out one by one. Standing on the bridge and looking out, it was still pitch black.

Wen Yan looked at these evil spirits. Their power was indeed much stronger than that of ordinary ghosts. Coupled with strong resentment, twisted bodies and faces, the average level of these evil spirits was stronger than those water ghosts on the sunken ship.

Non-professionals, entering here is basically dead. Weak Taoist priests, or those who are not fully prepared, will also have a great probability of overturning when entering here.

However, since the ship has entered the territory of Shenzhou and dared to attack the hired experts of the Lieyang Department, no matter from what angle, Wen Yan has automatically obtained unlimited counterattack rights.

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone, took a few photos, and then took a short video of a few seconds, and then recorded the longitude and latitude. The meaning is enough.

This is some experience shared by members of Nanhai County that Wen Yan saw on the forum of the Lieyang Department.

After all, there are no obvious landmarks on the sea to determine the location. In many cases, you only need to record it a little. If there is anything later, whoever dares to force it can spit in the other person's face.

Wen Yan put away his mobile phone, and the yang energy on his body suddenly burst out. In the blazing yang energy, there was a little blood color mixed, like a blazing flame, whistling past.

The temporary ability to purify his yang energy swept across a large area without distinction. Those evil spirits that began to become stronger while lying down because of the version update were swept away. The resentment, yin energy, and evil power on their bodies were like being washed away by the waves of fire and dissipated rapidly.

When the evil power was forcibly burned and washed away, the twisted faces of the evil spirits began to return to their original appearance.

The pain and torture they endured also subsided, and they turned into slightly transparent souls amidst the wailing.

They looked at Wen Yan, bowed, and thanked Wen Yan in different languages.

There was also a man dressed as a priest, who told Wen Yan to be careful, because a powerful demon god had descended here.

Wen Yan arched his hands to express his gratitude. Fortunately, he had received Gauss's blessing before, otherwise he would not understand it with his level.

Souls were purified one by one, turning into rays of light, rising into the sky and disappearing.

The rusty bulkheads around were constantly burned by the flames, and the rust continued to dissipate, turning into a sense of oldness that had experienced the precipitation of time.

Wen Yan walked down from the bridge and went to the most suitable place for the ceremony, which was also the most open place in the cabin.

According to the structural diagram that Wen Yan had just seen, the front should be the place where the ball could be held at the beginning.

He pushed all the way across, and all the evil spirits were purified wherever he passed. When he pushed open the last door, invisible ripples swept across.

Even the yang energy flames that bloomed from his body were blown away.

The next moment, everything changed.

The violin played an exciting and cheerful music, and there was a bright light ahead. Under the warm lights, accompanied by the music, men and women dressed in costumes danced on the dance floor.

The waiters carried trays in one hand, walked on the edge, and served the guests with a smile.

In the distance, a pianist in a suit was playing the emerging jazz.

Wen Yan looked back and saw that the old-fashioned bulkhead had become brand new, with oil paintings hanging on it. Some places were decorated with solid wood, which had a very classical flavor.

Wen Yan stood at the door, and a waiter in a shirt and vest pulled the door and stretched out a hand to signal.

"Welcome, sir, the dance has begun."

Wen Yan stood at the door, looked at the waiter in front of him, looked at the changes around him, smiled, and stepped into it.

The hustle and bustle inside came over him. The smell of wine mixed with strong perfume made Wen Yan sneeze.

Wen Yan was led to one of the seats by the waiter, listening to the music and watching those people dancing happily.

Wen Yan sat down, and another waiter came over with a tray with two glasses of wine on it.

Wen Yan stretched out the middle finger of his left hand, dipped it in the two glasses of wine, and then shook his head.

"No, I don't drink, thank you, send it to the pianist."

The waiter looked normal, as if he didn't see Wen Yan's movements at all. He carried the tray by himself, came to the piano, and put down a glass of wine for the other party.

The pianist finished playing a song, picked up the wine glass, looked back at Wen Yan, and raised the glass to signal.

It was an oriental face, but slightly different from the Shenzhou people. His face looked a little flat, his nose was slightly short, and his nose was wide, which was a typical feature of the island people.

Wen Yan looked at the prompt and laughed.

"Demon God ***."

"A few months ago, this foreign demon god responded to the call and came to this ship.

Unfortunately, everything was different from what he thought, and he didn't have everything he wanted.

And he himself was trapped here because of a strange bug."

"His identity and name are particularly important. You can ask a certain demon king.

Following the ancient traditions and rules, when his identity and name are known, he will be expelled."

"Temporary ability.

1: Calling.

You can call the devil/demon that is connected to you in the way you want."

Wen Yan equipped this temporary ability, and he roughly understood in his heart that this so-called demon god...is not very good.

From the temporary ability, you can basically judge the strength or ability of the other party.

This temporary ability is almost as good as saying that it is to call Gauss, which is equivalent to having no temporary ability.

Wen Yan glanced at the prompt, waved his hand, and motioned the other party to come over for a chat.

The other party was wearing a tuxedo and a bow tie, and his every move showed a sense of a lonely old noble gentleman, who was still holding on to his pretentiousness.

The pianist sat opposite Wen Yan, still holding a glass of wine in his hand, and still raised his chin slightly, maintaining that arrogant demeanor.

Wen Yan pointed at the wine glass and kindly reminded him.

"I put poison in it, you'd better not drink it, I want to talk to you for a while."

The pianist shook the wine glass, maintaining that arrogant vigor, sniffed it, and drank it all.

"It's a pity that the taste of the years of precipitation in this wine is a bit too strong. If it were a little lighter, it would be just right. After adding poison, it's a little more strong, but it's just right."

Wen Yan looked at the other party pretending to be cool, and didn't say anything. He just leaned back in the chair, hugged his arms and watched quietly.

After a few seconds, the pianist frowned slightly, and a hint of green began to appear on his face.

Green hair began to grow under the skin, and the familiar corpse gas that Wen Yan had smelled since he came in could no longer be suppressed.

All the corpse gas, as soon as it burst out, was swallowed and absorbed by the green hair. The pianist's body seemed to have lost moisture and withered rapidly. In an instant, it turned into a corpse covered with green hair and leaned on the chair.

And those green hairs, after losing nutrients, also withered and shattered, turning into corpse poison, which was absorbed by Wen Yan with a raised finger.

"I've told you the truth, why don't you listen?

There is a huge gap between zombies.

When the rank is too big, it is a crushing blow.

Do you really think that corpse poison can't kill zombies? "

The nail of his left middle finger, even if it is not a pure corpse poison, it comes from a big zombie, a flying zombie-level big zombie.

When a low-level zombie is infected with this kind of corpse poison, when the rank gap is too big, this corpse poison is forcing the growth of the seedlings, devouring all its strength and helping it grow.

While forcibly changing the growth direction of the opponent, it squeezes out all the potential of the opponent.

Unless you can advance to a flying zombie in one breath, or a crouching corpse specializing in corpse poison, otherwise, being squeezed out directly is the only result.

Even for a great officer, it is unlikely that he could advance to a flying zombie in just a dozen seconds.

There was a guy who turned into a mummy and broke into powder, but the guests around him didn't even look at him, and continued to play music and dance.

After waiting for two minutes, a waiter came over and sat opposite Wen Yan.

He looked Wen Yan up and down, and his eyes were no longer arrogant, but more serious.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you the truth. If you don't believe me, blame me?

I really want to talk to you first."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let me ask you something first. Do you have horns?"

"Ah?" The other party was stunned, not understanding what Wen Yan meant at all?

"Seriously, do you have horns?"

"No. "

Wen Yan immediately looked regretful and continued to lean on the chair.

If there is a horn, he will beat the other party to death and bring a horn back to give to Gauss.

Gauss rarely asked him to help carry something except borrowing money. If there is, Wen Yan will naturally not refuse.

"Forget it if there is no horn, tell me what is the situation here?"

The waiter opposite frowned slightly. The glass of wine just now made him feel dangerous.

When Wen Yan asked about the horn, he had a rare feeling that he was a mutton waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse. As long as the answer was wrong, the other party would suddenly kill.

But when he said there was no horn, the murderous intent dissipated instantly, and Wen Yan seemed to have no interest in him.

The waiter was confused and he was a little unsure of what was going on with Wen Yan.

"Don't look at it. I have other things to do and don't want to waste much time here.

In theory, you are a guy who was recently summoned to this ship.

Before I figure out who you are, at most you have trespassed into the waters of Shenzhou without permission.

I am not the kind of person who likes to fight and kill.

I will understand the situation and then expel you from the territory of Shenzhou. The rest has nothing to do with me.

Have I made it clear enough?

You don't have to follow the old habits, and we don't have to fight first.

Shenzhou people are reasonable.

The waiter hesitated for a moment, feeling the power of Wen Yan, the terrible poison just now, and what Wen Yan said at this moment, he probably understood that Wen Yan had guessed what he was, and he nodded, which was considered as an agreement.

"Then, please, can you tell me what the situation is here?"

"I don't know very well, I just felt the call, responded to the call, and then landed on this ship.

I didn't expect that there was not even a living insect on this ship.

I was summoned by a ghost.

After a lot of effort, a few living people came up, but they were also killed by those evil spirits, and even their bodies were taken away by this ship.

I managed to grab two bodies with great difficulty, but you destroyed one of them.

I have been trapped in this realm for several months.

I am tired of watching them slaughter and sacrifice blood every day.

If you can send me back to hell, please send me back to hell. "

Wen Yan laughed in silence. When he came in just now, he realized that this was a domain.

No, it was not just this hall, but just when he boarded the ship and saw the change in the sky outside, it already had some characteristics of a domain.

At this moment, this is a domain, and he didn't think it was strange.

As the two of them were talking, they saw a commotion in the hall full of singing and dancing.

Some people came in from several exits with weapons, killed a few people first, and blocked everyone's escape route.

After blocking everyone in the hall and stabilizing the situation, some people came out, took down the oil paintings hanging around the hall, removed the decorative surfaces on the surface of the bulkhead, revealing the strange runes and patterns underneath.

Some people pressed down on each guest and left symbols on each other with a red-hot iron.

Among these guests, regardless of gender, age, or even crew members and waiters, they were treated the same.

"What are those symbols?" Wen Yan asked.

"It has nothing to do with me. Those are the marks of the witch, representing the subject of the blood sacrifice. "

Wen Yan and the waiter were watching the show here. They didn't know what had changed. Those phantoms who had not paid attention to Wen Yan, as if they couldn't see him, all turned their heads and looked at Wen Yan.

The demon possessing the waiter took a few steps back, stuck to the corner of the wall, twisted his limbs, turned his back to the wall, climbed up along the straight wall, and shrank into the corner of the ceiling.

Wen Yan touched his chest. A trace of golden flame, accompanied by the blessing of a violent sun, instantly turned into a red-gold halo impact, spreading indiscriminately in all directions.

All the tables, chairs, benches, and drinking utensils were exploded by the impact and turned into powder.

Several fierce bandits who walked towards Wen Yan howled and turned into black and gray skeletons, and were destroyed in the impact.

Everything here seems to be in sync, one moment it is magnificent and brightly lit, the next moment it is dark and dilapidated, the picture is constantly flashing.

Wen Yan frowned slightly. He had no intention of taking action in the first place. He just wanted to understand the information.

Wen Yan raised his head, looked at the Demon God hiding in the corner of the ceiling, took out his mobile phone, blessed the phone with the call he had just received, and made a video call to Gauss.

"Hey, Gauss, I saw a demon. He said he had no horns. I'm not sure. Please take a look."

Wen Yan moved the camera slightly and captured the image of the Demon God, who was leaning on all fours and holding a corner of the ceiling.

Gauss just glanced at it and shouted with some uncertainty.

"Valak?"

The demon on the ceiling was slightly startled and looked at Wen Yan's mobile phone screen. There was a big face on it, taking up the entire screen. He said nothing.

Wen Yan looked back, a little shocked.

"Is this the devil's shame, the one who befell the model worker, who suffered repeated defeats and repeated defeats?"

"That's him. Look at the squatting in the corner of the ceiling. It's his signature move.

This means that he is starting to get serious and want to completely wipe out his enemies. "

When Gauss said this, he frowned.

"Of course, this was a move that many devils and devils liked in the past, and it was very useful for scaring people.

But since his deeds spread, even the little devil found this action embarrassing.

Even I know it, you can probably understand it, right?

I don’t know why he is still using it. What is the difference between this and self-reporting his identity. "

Wen Yan looked back and the prompt changed accordingly.

"The Demon Lord Valak."

Wen Yan couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

He now understands why a demon god was summoned here and why he responded to the summons.

Because now even ordinary people won't summon Valak. It's not a matter of strength, but because they think he is useless and can't accomplish anything.

This guy's reputation in Europa is almost equal to that of China's broom star.

Wen Yan didn't know much about many things about Europa and Ami. Among these so-called demon gods, he could count on one hand the names he could remember.

Among them, the one who knows the most is this Valak, because he watched it for fun at the time.

In the era before the end of the Dharma, these demon gods were originally planning to make a big move, and they had been preparing for a long time to complete their coming.

The other demon gods have all done a great job and have made quite a name for themselves.

Only Varak's chosen place of descent, in a monastery, was originally meant to be the ultimate blasphemy.

But unfortunately, that mediocre monastery at that time was the headquarters of all exorcists in Europe who did not associate with the church.

It was so miserable. As soon as he arrived, he was beaten by a group of righteous people. After being beaten by Ou, he was sealed in the monastery on the spot.

And many, many years later, during the S2 season, the monastery was bombed and Varak was broken.

Unfortunately, it happened to be the bottom of the Age of Ending Law at that time, and it suffered another heavy blow from the version.

The majestic demon Valak was punched hard by a mortal girl, beaten again, and sealed again.

After several more decades, an earthquake finally broke his physical seal. He struggled to crawl out from there.

Unfortunately, the first person he met was Europa's first legendary exorcist after his spiritual energy was revived.

Another beating, this time not sealed, but expelled from this world.

Later, he felt that he was unlucky, so he decided to make a small fuss first and regain some strength.

Unfortunately, over the past few decades, I have been summoned, descended, and then beaten and expelled dozens of times.

The mighty devils have all become tools for some exorcists to use bugs to increase their performance.

So much so that he became familiar with some exorcists.

Now, the devils, devils, and even evil spirits with a little bit of knowledge outside feel that the move of leaning against the wall and climbing vertically up to the ceiling is too low.

This is an orthodox hell joke that everyone, like Gauss, who is not in the same pot as other devils, has heard.