Chapter 408 Second Occupation, the Territory of the End of the Law (12k)

With too much power and everyone being united, no one can stop what is happening now.

That consensus has become a substantive rule.

Rows of bloody characters appear behind the black stone tablet.

"One, do not harm innocent people.

Two, anyone can kill the unjust without guilt.

Three, those who violate the agreement will be retaliated.

Four, when the number of punitives reaches a certain level, they will not die.

Five, the seeds of resistance to persecution will never dissipate.

Six..."

Densely packed, one by one, large characters that look like they are written in blood and whose handwriting is not very regular appear on the back of the stone tablet.

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

"Kill the unjust."

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

"Obtain a temporary second profession, the Slayer."

"The Slayer is a non-permanent fixed profession under certain conditions.

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

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

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

Including but not limited to: negative buffs are greatly weakened, negative emotions are greatly weakened, fighting spirit is improved, courage is improved, willpower is firm, Yin resistance is improved, resentment resistance is improved, magic resistance is improved, corpse resistance/corpse poison resistance is improved, evil resistance is improved, Yang Qi is improved, Yang Qi affinity is improved, sense of direction is improved, energy consumption is reduced, movement speed is improved, drowning is not allowed, soul toughness is improved/resistance is improved , camp friendliness is improved, etc. "

"You have opened up a new profession.

As a pioneer, you get the title: Professional Pioneer.

This title does not need to be worn, it is effective as long as you have it.

With this title, you can have all the blessings of this profession when you have the profession you opened up, and all the blessings are greatly improved.

Get permanent buff, pioneer (prerequisites when opening up a profession are reduced)

Get permanent buff, pioneer (in the profession you opened up, get permanent reputation blessing, and the negative effects brought by people of the same profession are greatly reduced)"

"Current professions that can be effective at the same time, 2.

Current profession: natural enemy, crusader"

Wen Yan saw the prompt and 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, he felt familiar, and when he looked again, he found that almost all the blessings came from him.

And now he has also obtained the crusader profession, so he has obtained blessings. As a pioneer, he is not one or a few, but all blessings.

When all the additional blessings overlap with his own strength,

It seems to be just "improvement", but the upper limit of all his strength and all his abilities have begun to increase.

A series of prompts appeared one after another.

"Lieyang, get an additional temporary progress of 10%, 73%"

"Jie'e Shuiguan Lu, get an additional temporary progress of 13%, current progress 67%"

"I am your father, get an additional temporary progress of 19%, current progress 38%"

...

Wen Yan saw so many prompts for the first time, and they appeared in one breath like a screen refresh. He just finished reading the previous content and was immediately refreshed before he could read more.

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

For example, his Yang Qi began to rise sharply, his flesh and blood strength began to rise sharply, and his new Dao was also rising sharply...

At this moment, he didn't have time to read slowly.

He raised his head and looked at the long river of dead souls, at those dead souls, all their strength was used to materialize this stone tablet.

Wen Yan came behind the stone tablet, and when he saw his name start to appear on it, he reached out and wiped out his name.

He felt unworthy of it. Either keep them all or leave them all. Since they were crusaders, there was no need for specific names. Everyone was the same.

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 little fire began to ignite in the long river that was enough to suppress the flames, and a trace of red-gold flames appeared on all the dead souls.

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

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

The blood-colored light column was a clear sign of hatred. On the altar, the boss's figure also appeared there.

He only gained a part of the 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...

The biggest limitation of his prompt is that he must see it, but he is not sure how to count it.

Just like the intersection, the prompt will only appear when the two worlds in the intersection are seen at the same time.

But after so many times, there is only one thing he is very sure of, that is, he saw the other party with his own eyes, then there is basically no problem.

Before he could see the other party clearly, he received the alarm first.

"It is being identified, and the information is beginning to leak.

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

The current leakable ratio is 20%. "

On the altar, the furious boss could only take action himself.

He had almost never used his abilities in front of others before, and even rarely saw others, especially people like Lao Meng, it was even more impossible for him to appear in the other party's field of vision.

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

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

Perhaps the information was originally placed in a place with a low confidentiality level, specifically used to fool people who might come to spy on the information.

Wen Yan in front of him, yang energy surged, too strong yang energy, mixed with power that he could not identify, turned into a red-gold flame.

How could this be the same as the information in the intelligence? The same thing? !

Last time, in that twisted link, they looked at each other from a distance, and he saw what he had been looking for from Wen Yan.

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

He could only find two titles on Wen Yan, and couldn't identify deeper places, so the connection was broken.

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

One was a long time ago, when he had just inherited his current profession, and he saw a person in Shenzhou from a distance outside the border of Shenzhou, who had a title.

The second time was three years later, when he met a European in Nanyang, but that person was too high-ranking, so he didn't dare to have any thoughts.

Later, he took the initiative to go out and meet people There were fewer and fewer, and he never saw anyone with a title again.

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

What he could be sure of was that a professional title was more precious than the professional ability of a professional.

Now that he saw Wen Yan in person, he used his ability to obtain relevant information about Wen Yan.

However, he encountered a great obstacle. When he was identifying, it was like he was using the identification technique on millions of dead souls at the same time, and the consumption increased exponentially.

In just two seconds, the identification technique, which had originally not been consumed, made him unable to hold on and consume it.

He only saw two titles on Wen Yan, and he couldn't identify what they were.

He saw Wen Yan's heart, which pumped blood while pumping out red-gold flames.

When he saw him breathing, there were some things that could not be identified. Strength, with his breathing, spread silently and continuously, and it was clearly still getting stronger, but there seemed to be no external performance.

When he looked at it more, it was blocked by a stone tablet, blocked by millions of souls connected together.

Those souls, counted individually, were indeed powerless to resist his identification technique.

But the information obtained during the identification was all garbage information. The more he could not resist, the more information he could get, and the more garbage information he could get.

At this moment, it was not one or two, but more than one million, each with huge garbage information, almost actively meeting his identification technique, and pouring into his head.

He was just a living person, how could he withstand such a huge impact of garbage information, less than two seconds was the limit.

It was an extremely dirty, extremely unskilled, but extremely effective method.

The boss looked ugly, his head was buzzing, and he got feedback in his mouth, as if he had eaten a yellow paste, and his body began to have a nausea reaction.

But he didn't have time to think about it, because he saw Wen Yan in the distance, grinning, and the smile was so exaggerated that he could tell Wen Yan was laughing even from such a distance.

Then, the uncomfortable feeling of being touched all over the body with hair and the size of the whole body was felt began to appear.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a new coin flew out, shining with golden light, turning in front of him, and the creepy feeling as if there was a bug crawling in the corner of his back disappeared.

On the other side, Wen Yan looked at the boss coldly, looking at the prompt flashing in front of him.

"Pawn."

"One of the oldest professions, the most common way of inheritance is bloodline inheritance.

In the beginning, it was just exchanging furs and other things for food or medicinal materials.

Or, before the hunter went out, in order to get as much equipment as possible, he borrowed some weapons or furs to keep warm in the form of pawn.

When the hunter died outside, the pawned things were forced to belong to the original pawn.

And the pawn also began to exchange more and more unnecessary or excessive things in his hands for other things from those in need.

As time passed, gradually, the profession of pawn began to It became popular.

Everything has value, and everything can be pawned.

When more and more people began to pawn things here.

The things that can be pawned began to increase.

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

Gradually, some people came to pawn parts of their bodies.

Gradually, some people began to pawn their lives.

Gradually, monarchs of small countries pawned their countries.

Gradually, some people began to pawn their professional abilities.

When there are more and more things that can be pawned, the pawners who lose their restraint are destined to go crazy.

Generation after generation of pawns died. "

"In order to prevent others from seeing his true identity, he has been living in seclusion since he completed the initial start.

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

By pawning, he has obtained a lot of life and a lot of various abilities.

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

Ant force burst (can lift more than eight times its own weight in an instant)

Adrenaline (can secrete a large amount of adrenaline and reduce the negative effects of excessive adrenaline)

Metal plasticity (entry-level version, can slightly change the shape of metal with iron as the main component, but can only Choose three)

Thought acceleration (entry-level version, can accelerate the mind, but during the acceleration, the body will completely lose control and will burn energy crazily)

Immortal rope (entry-level version, can control the rope to soar into the sky, along the rope, can climb to the top)

Beast language (entry-level version, can communicate with most mammals in a simple way)

Doppelganger (can differentiate into a physical avatar with no combat power, which 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 one's own wealth and turn it into one's own power)

Gold..."

A lot of information was swiping down.

Wen Yan had just seen this, and before he saw the rest, the prompt began to flash.

The flashing content began to change, and after flashing several times in a row, it changed.

"Fake gold."

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

It makes it impossible for all identifications, quasi-identifications, and other abilities except for a few specific abilities to see the truth."

"The prompt cannot be completed."

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

He had never heard of it before, and there was no record or intelligence of the pawn in front of him.

At this moment, even the prompt was stuck.

Unexpectedly, there was too much information on this guy, and too many messy abilities.

So much so that the list of abilities on this guy was not finished before he was interrupted by the other party.

The last temporary ability has not been generated yet.

This is the first time Wen Yan noticed that it may take time to generate temporary abilities.

When encountering targeted abilities, the progress may be stuck.

He has indeed never encountered it before, and he has not noticed it. Usually, the first glance is enough.

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

Wen Yan suspected that this guy had so many messy abilities, was it just to delay time with these rubbish abilities, to give him enough time to react.

Wen Yan took a breath, without temporary abilities, he had no hesitation or fear.

When Lieyang was still a temporary ability, he had figured it out, all abilities may encounter various situations, you can restrain others, others may naturally target you.

At that time, he decided to use Lieyang, practice boxing hard, and continuously strengthen the power beyond his own abilities.

Otherwise, with more and more abilities and titles, why would he borrow abilities and practice hard for more than ten hours a day.

He never wavered.

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

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

The footsteps were silent, but the resonance of the charm turned into a ripple in an instant, sweeping across.

The ripples rushed past, and the blood-colored light column that shot up into the sky in the distance began to flicker like a searchlight with unstable power supply.

Boom.

The footsteps landed and rushed past again, with more power than before.

The blood-colored light column began to disintegrate, and the long river of flames, the huge yang energy gathered, turned the original long river of yin energy into a river of fire, a huge flaming gun, and Wen Yan was the gun head.

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

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

The boss's face was as gloomy as water. Seeing that the dead souls did not dissipate, he took a breath and ejected a gold coin.

Then he took a breath and roared fiercely that was not like a human voice.

Before the gold coin landed, it dissipated without a trace in the air, and the roar turned into silent ripples and swept across.

Wen Yan stood there, resisting the ripples. He only felt a slight twitch in his brow, and nothing else.

The ghosts behind him seemed to be washed by a concentrated impact. The dense group of ghosts suddenly left a blank area of ​​seven or eight meters wide and two or three hundred meters long.

The ghosts that were hit all dissipated.

But the next moment, those ghost crusaders who seemed to have been turned to ashes re-condensed their bodies with the burning Yin Qi, and seemed to have no effect.

Wen Yan took another step, and the big flag followed behind him. The ghosts in front carried the black stone tablet and followed closely.

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

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

Just a roar, and tens of thousands of dead souls died once.

The boss was not satisfied with these. He understood that something he had not identified was at work.

Unless he could kill all the dead souls here with one blow, it would be useless.

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

He turned 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, like a rapidly expanding bubble, opened and swept across in an instant.

The boss raised his head, and Wen Yan's figure was reflected in his eyes.

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

Field.

A domain unfolded, and Wen Yan, who often broke into the domain because of his characteristics, was directly included in the domain.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yan appeared in a city with tall buildings.

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

Their throats were cut, and they could not make any sound, and blood kept flowing out.

Before their blood fell, it was absorbed by all the surrounding buildings.

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

However, the red-gold flames burning on his body quickly ignited those 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, a sense of security, and various things, constantly binding Wen Yan.

Various illusions began to appear in front of Wen Yan's eyes, evoking his inner desires and his expectations for a better life.

Everything needs money to lay the foundation.

Wen Yan's desire for money was aroused.

He remembered working as a teenager, helping people with funerals when he was a teenager, and maybe encountering Zongzi, and remembered the difficult days he had experienced, mainly because of lack of money.

Wen Yan's memory was aroused, he looked at his former self, looking at the self who used to have a "good meal", that is, eating fried noodles with meat, and asking the boss to cover it with an extra egg pancake.

He was not sad, but smiled.

Then he closed his eyes and took a breath.

The moment he opened his eyes again, flames began to erupt between his breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

Wen Yan shouted softly, and the rope on his body suddenly turned into ashes.

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

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

You are wrong, this will only make me want to kill you more!"

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

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

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

He stepped on the collapsed building, as if he was flying. When the fragments of the collapsed building fell, he stepped on it and rushed forward at a rapid speed.

There was a whirring explosion, and all obstacles were blown to pieces with the waves of flames.

In just a few seconds, Wen Yan had stepped on the outer layer of the tall building and rushed all the way up.

All obstacles, in their root, are just money.

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

In a rage, when the boss's eyes were blurred, he saw a series of explosions appearing one after another. Wen Yan was in the center of the explosion, and he crossed 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 a circle, and his strength suddenly soared.

He hit Wen Yan's attack hard, and the fierce shock wave continued to spread with the explosion.

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

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

He spat out a mouthful of blood with a wow sound, and the skin all over his body was torn apart, blood continued to spurt out, and his bones, skin, and internal organs were all torn apart.

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

His hair turned snow-white in an instant, and his face became old, but in a moment, his hair returned to black, his face returned to youth, and the cracks on his body disappeared.

On his right arm, which had turned into white bones, flesh and blood grew and quickly returned to its original state.

The boss was shocked. This power, is this the effect of the two titles on Wen Yan?

But before he could do anything else, he was hit again. This time, he bent his waist slightly and retreated, and the altar under his feet was taken flying backwards.

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

Countless gold coins in the huge cloth bag were splashed out, turned into blood, and flowed down from the highest point, gradually turning into a bloody rain, falling on the city under his feet.

The originally cold and depressing city, after being sprinkled with the seemingly terrifying blood rain, inexplicably had more vitality and vitality.

The dark gray withered trees on the roadside began to grow green buds.

Those who were hung upside down in the air and had their throats cut off also fell to the ground one by one. They were drenched in blood rain, and the terrible wounds on their throats began to heal, and their mouths that could not speak began to speak.

Amidst the sky full of gold coins, the boss's chest collapsed, he coughed up blood, and sat on the altar.

"What a strong ability."

This kind of power, this terrifying speed, can never be achieved by human power, it can only come from ability.

Looking at the city that began to collapse, the boss stretched out his hand and threw out nine gold coins.

The moment the nine gold coins were thrown out, they disappeared.

The boss grinned and shouted.

"This is unscientific."

In an instant, a strange force emerged and filled the entire field.

Wen Yan's speed instantly plummeted from a distance of tens of meters per step to a distance of only a few meters, and he almost lost his balance.

The field that was originally collapsing collapsed instantly with the strange fluctuations spreading from the boss's body.

The entire field was destroyed.

In a flash, Wen Yan and the boss returned to the present world together.

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

Wen Yan fell from the mid-air more than ten meters high.

As the domain collapsed, the aura spreading inside began to spread in all directions.

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

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

And behind, the dead souls carrying the black stone tablet suddenly became transparent, and the stone tablet fell heavily to the ground.

The flames burning on the dead souls began to extinguish.

After being swept by that force, all the dead souls turned into ordinary translucent ghosts in an instant, unable to even touch the entity, and ordinary people could no longer see them.

The boss stood up, looked at some in front of him, and laughed at Wen Yan falling from the air.

"This is the strongest ability I have ever obtained, from a teenager.

He has never encountered an alien or an abnormal situation.

Because his ability is to suppress all abnormal forces.

Do you know how he found me?

He was short of money. Even if he had this power, his family was still beaten to death by gang members who were collecting debts.

He himself was also beaten into a disability.

He got enough money from me, everything he wanted.

And now, I used my limit of nine gold coins to strengthen this ability to the limit.

All your abilities can't be used, right?

Is your title also suppressed?"

On the other side, Wen Yan fell from a height of more than ten meters, and Huibu couldn't move at all.

Wen Yan adjusted his landing posture, rolled on the ground, and unloaded most of the power.

He did find that many of his abilities were extremely difficult to mobilize, just like in the end version.

But there are still many powers that can be mobilized in this situation.

From his own power.

The power from the new path, the flame burning in his heart, and another power that he had not noticed before, which was always working with his every breath.

He bowed slightly. Without the blessing, he could still burst out with speed and strength far beyond ordinary people with only the strength of his body.

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

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

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

He said as he shot.

"You won't understand. This world relies on money. No matter how powerful one's ability is, there will be a day when it will be restricted and restrained.

The area within a few kilometers here is equivalent to the forbidden area of ​​the end of the law.

And at most three minutes, a ballistic missile that can raze this place to the ground will fall here.

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

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

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

"Black box, pass the information."

A message was sent out.

At the same time, the Lieyang tribe, which had been paying attention to the direction of this side, immediately moved.

The boss will call people, but does he think there is 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 that surged towards 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 the 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 long wanted to take action, but his uncle Taishi 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 as if 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, the supersonic nails flew out, spinning and colliding with the missile. The extremely sharp nails, coupled with the force of the rotation, penetrated directly 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 could not complete the counterattack immediately.

Wen Yan held the boss with his hands and feet twisted off and tied behind him with one hand, looking 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 to raise his head, his eyes were bloodshot, 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 greatly reduced.

Reduced, but not much.

Such strength can still crush his strength.

As for martial arts, he is not an opponent.

Wen Yan carried him and walked out quickly.

The three minutes the boss said had passed long ago, and the so-called missile had not fallen yet.

Even the scroll he tore open as a trump card did not see anything unusual.

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

The boss's limbs were twisted and tied behind his back. With the burst of vitality, they began to recover, as if they wanted to return to their original positions, but under Wen Yan's suppression, his limbs kept cycling between recovery and breaking.

The huge pain continued to burst out, and he could only be carried by Wen Yan and walked away.

Wen Yan carried him in one hand, walked to the big flag, carried the big flag of killing injustice, and with a flick of his toes, he also picked up the black stone tablet, carried it on his shoulders, and walked away from this area.

Countless souls who became ordinary ghosts here, and who would have dissipated long ago if they were not carried by the characteristics of the profession, followed Wen Yan and walked away.

After walking for several kilometers in a row, some souls began to recover.

Facing the ground, the boss who was carried opened his mouth and spit out a gold coin in his mouth that was completely different from the previous gold coin and glowed blood.

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

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

The boss was thrown to the ground, and he shouted, trying to launch a final struggle.

But he saw that with Wen Yan's breathing, the power that had been continuously derived echoed with the big flag behind Wen Yan.

And the thing that the boss wanted to activate did not respond at all. The gold coin was held tightly by Wen Yan, and the power that could not be suppressed before wrapped the gold coin.

"If you hadn't made the environment there almost the end of the law, I wouldn't have noticed my power so easily."

Before, he didn't know when he blessed the yang energy of those dead souls. It should be the power in his breath.

He can bless the power of a large group of dead souls in the air, and it is also this kind of power, as natural as breathing, and it seems that there is no need to deliberately learn it, and it has been mastered.

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

"Pawn gold coins."

"Not only is it a proof of the core profession of the pawn profession, it can also be used as a gold coin to bless abilities and improve ability levels.

This is the only opportunity for pawning to bless abilities beyond the limit.

The blessed abilities will exceed the current version limit."

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

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

In an instant, the banner of defeating injustice behind him, along with the black stone tablet of the crusaders, burst into brilliance.

The word "righteousness" bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The gorgeous gold coin that bloomed with golden brilliance.

Under the wind blown by Wen Yan, the luster began to dissipate, and a dull dark red began to appear on the surface.

Gradually, as Wen Yan continued to blow, the dark red gold coin began to decay, as if it was weathered, and gradually broke into something like sand, and as Wen Yan blew, it drifted away with the wind.

"Those without righteousness have no morality, no justice, and no justice, and gold will become rotten and dull.

You are also a literate person, and you should have seen more than once that the ancestors of Shenzhou kept teaching that those who hold gold should not forget righteousness.

Unfortunately, you probably regarded those words as just a moral matter.

The sages have already told you the answer, but you probably never took a second look.

And I am dull, and only now do I understand what the words in those books that I have read many times before mean.

It is not only about teaching people to be human, but also teaching me how to practice the power of the Five Constant Virtues and how to use this power.

The core professional certificate of pawning is gone from today.

You are no longer a pawn."

As Wen Yan's words fell, the boss's figure began to swell, and the excessive vitality lost the foundation of existence.

The life span he obtained by various methods has lost its foundation.

He is not qualified to enjoy this life span.

The manifestation is that the vitality is out of control.

Wen Yan stepped back a few steps, rummaged through his body, and the bag was gone.

Gray cloth came to him with a bag in his hand. Wen Yan took out a few cigarettes, lit them up, and then stuck three saliva-stained cigarettes on the ground.

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

Wen Yan lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, leaned against the black stone tablet, and quietly watched the boss who was starting to swell up like a monster with flesh and blood.

He looked at the ghosts surrounding him.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you waiting for me to start the meal?"

As soon as Wen Yan's voice fell, a large group of ghosts rushed over.

The shrill wailing sounded in the pile of ghosts.

Wen Yan closed his eyes and listened quietly. He reached out and touched his abdomen.

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

A sentence even emerged in his mind.

"Those without benevolence will die."

But he didn't want to send the boss off. Even if he didn't have this power, he didn't care.

He remembered that at first, he just wanted to lead these avengers to revenge, that's all.

So, now let's follow his original intention.

Moreover, he didn't think he was qualified to kill the enemies for these ghosts.

Let them do it themselves.

Let them fight the culprit themselves.

The wailing continued. The huge vitality and the rampage made the boss unable to die for a while. In other words, even if his head was chopped off, he would not die.

Countless dead souls came one after another, taking turns.

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

The words on the stone tablet were shining.

The power that surged out between Wen Yan's breaths was also rising.

And Wen Yan felt that it didn't matter. The power of benevolence, which could be accepted by everyone, began to grow at a rate far exceeding the power of righteousness.

Wen Yan had been running around for a day and felt a little tired at this moment.

He was vague and heard someone talking.

"Repay evil with good, how about that?"

"How to repay good? Repay evil with justice, repay good with good."

It seemed that he heard some water sound, as if someone was saying something, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

He just felt tired, and more puzzled. He didn't quite understand why, and some of it was incomprehensible.

What he could figure out was that he couldn't bear it, and when he was angry, he would do it, and then take revenge if there was revenge, and take grievances if there was grievance.

He vaguely heard someone seemed to be laughing, several people were laughing.

But he was tired, he could feel that he seemed to be in a dream, and he didn't want to open his eyes, he just wanted to rest.

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

The Dahlia crossed the South China Sea and came here. 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.

There were also a few forces that took blurry images in the sky, where a creature that looked like a human caught up with a missile in Brownian motion, and then somehow flew away with the missile.

At the same time, in a temple in Europa, the face of the statue on top was sunken, and the head was tilted to one side.

Then, on a large island in the middle of the South Sea, everyone could see countless dead souls rolling there, and there was a fire burning, but no one dared to approach there within a hundred kilometers.

And in the South Sea Alliance, many people died, and many of the vacated positions had been taken up by people.

The caliber began to unify, that is, those who died were cruel and ruthless, and they deserved to die, and the revenge of the dead souls was a just act.