I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 452 Gambling Table, Er Lieyang (5k)

The few words recorded in the book were far less tragic than the actual situation. This time Wen Yan truly experienced it.

The moment he came over, he saw soldiers from both sides fighting fiercely, with demons and ghosts running rampant all around. They were like gathered around the dining table, watching the food in the bowls fighting each other as a pre-meal entertainment.

Wen Yan couldn't help it, and the moment his Yang energy exploded, he killed the evil ghosts here first.

To be honest, he had never seen so many evil spirits anywhere else except at his doorstep. In a smaller county, even if all the cases in a year were added together, there might not be so many evil spirits.

Some evil spirits clearly have the characteristics of monsters.

Wen Yan understood more and more why Master Zhang, in a fit of rage, had wiped out all the demons in the world for a decade.

Maybe before the initial anger has been vented, new anger comes up, and in the end, you just continue, and it lasts for a whole sixty years.

Wen Yan couldn't imagine how chaotic the Zhu family was before.

It is difficult for people to imagine things that they have never seen or have no prototype basis.

Wen Yan still remembers that when he was a teenager and before he started helping with funeral teams, he always thought that people drank tap water or wells.

It was not until I went to the mountainous area of ​​Guanzhong County that I realized that the terrain there was too high and it was still the Loess Plateau, so it was not necessarily possible to dig out water even if you dug a well. Every household there had a large yard because they relied on it to collect rainwater into the water cellar, and the water they drank was the water in the water cellar.

It was not until later that running water was available to every household in that mountainous area. Wen Yan could see pipes wrapped in insulation on the road. Just one glance and he knew it would be a huge loss. Not to mention recovering the cost, it was even doubtful whether the maintenance cost could be covered.

Having lived in the city since childhood, Wen Yan could not imagine the life of people in the arid mountainous areas at all.

Living in a peaceful era, he couldn't imagine what a real riot of demons would look like.

At least in all the information about the Lieyang Tribe that he has seen so far, even in the days when the Lieyang Tribe was just established, the criminal suspects and anomalies would not be as rampant as they are now.

Wen Yan, holding the Chunjun Mace, gave up the idea of ​​searching slowly and just intervened violently.

He looked around. The overly intense yang energy in his body had already materialized into flames. The power of the fire in his heart mixed in it, spreading out in all directions in wave after wave.

Evil ghosts wailed and fled madly in the flames. The black birds gathered in the sky were only hit once and fell down in a pile. The rest wished their parents would give them an extra pair of wings, as their wings were almost broken.

Wen Yan stepped on the corpse of an evil ghost and walked step by step towards an evil ghost sitting on the edge. The evil ghost sat there as if watching a pre-dinner show. Its body was a circle larger than the other evil ghosts, its body was green, its cheeks were red, and some souls swallowed by it could be seen struggling and wailing in its belly.

When this guy saw Wen Yan's intense yang energy, his entire body was set on fire by it, but he still didn't run away. Instead, he stood up with a grim smile on his face, enduring the yang energy and flames all over his body.

"Warrior? It's rare to see a warrior with such strong Yang energy. I think it must be very chewy to chew. Tell me, which family raised this warrior? Where is your Taoist priest?"

The evil ghost stared with his eyes wide open, constantly looking around, and saw Ye Er in the distance. He looked carefully, but did not feel that Ye Er looked like a Taoist priest.

Wen Yan was speechless. In this era, warriors have not yet developed and their status is very low. There is a big gap in strength. It is a bit one-sided to say that they are martial artists who guard the gates or the like, but the difference is indeed not that big.

"Don't look at it. Without the Taoist priest, do you expect Master Zhang to do it himself?"

This evil ghost looks ferocious, but before taking any action, it knows to first figure out which sect the person is from. If Wen Yan says that he is from Wudang, it will definitely turn around and run away.

Don’t mess with anyone these days, but don’t mess with Wudang people. If you mess with the Taoist priest of Wudang, whether or not he will deal with you is another matter, but in order to avoid being implicated, he will definitely chopped off your head on the same day and quietly put it where he can see it.

That Taoist priest is so cruel that we cannot afford to offend him.

If you say you want to exorcise demons, then just exorcise them, but why did you also kill a bunch of evil spirits and ghosts in the process? And these guys don’t deserve to be recorded at all.

Looking at Wen Yan's posture now, it seems that he has nothing to do with Wudang. I have never heard of any warrior with such strong yang energy before.

If someone doesn't introduce himself when meeting someone, then he is probably not presentable.

Since he is a warrior, no matter how strong his Yang energy is, it is just so-so. Apart from being chewy, there should be nothing special about him. No matter how strong a warrior is, he is not as good as me.

The red-faced evil ghost's eyes rolled and he figured out the whole thing in an instant.

It grinned, with a calloused finger stuck between its teeth.

"I won't bully you either. Let's make a bet. If you win, I won't eat you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a table appeared in front of the red-faced ghost, with two dice cups on it. The red-faced evil ghost picked up one of them, looked like an old gambler, shook the dice cup in a fancy way, and then dropped it on the table with a bang.

In an instant, Wen Yan felt that a power similar to a domain emerged.

The constraints were far weaker than the fields he had encountered before, and there was no independent space. It should only affect people who entered a certain range or were directly opposite to them.

Wen Yan felt it and found that there were limitations, but it was not difficult to overturn the table.

Then he prepared to have a chat with this evil ghost. After all, he had just arrived here, and this evil ghost who could withstand his yang energy should know much more than those militiamen.

Wen Yan sensed it carefully and realized that according to the rules, he also had to give his own points.

"I have something to ask you, can you answer honestly?"

"According to the rules, if you win, you have the final say, but you only have one chance."

"That's it..."

Wen Yan was a little disappointed. He directly raised the Chunjun Mace and added the Exploding Sun to it. In an instant, countless streams of light surrounded the Chunjun Mace. The Chunjun Mace instantly turned into a huge fireball and was held in Wen Yan's hand.

The power from the red-faced evil ghost turned into a quasi-domain and began to restrict his power.

However, for the Chunjun Mace at this moment, that degree of restriction was like a small horse pulling a large cart; it did not feel particularly big at all.

The red-faced evil ghost was shocked. It wanted to turn around and run away, but it was restricted by its own rules and could not escape at all. Even though Wen Yan was about to overturn the table, it was still confined to the gambling table.

Wen Yan held up the Chunjun mace, his brows slightly furrowed.

"I asked, you said, is there a problem?"

The red-faced evil ghost nodded repeatedly.

"No...no problem!"

Before it could finish its words, a huge fireball nearly two meters in size fell and brushed past its body.

The left half of the red-faced evil ghost's body was evaporated instantly. The scorching heat wave turned into a fan-shaped shock wave, rushing toward the rear. Within dozens of meters, all the evil ghosts were evaporated instantly.

Half of the red-faced evil ghost's body was gone, the wound was charred black, and the bound souls in its stomach also rushed out and dissipated in mid-air. It froze in place, not daring to move at all.

He just answered a little too slowly, and half of his body disappeared.

Wen Yan put away the Chunjun mace and put it back on his back.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm teaching you a lesson only because you dragged me to the gambling table. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to understand my thoughts. No one in the three mountains and five peaks would dare to drag me to the gambling table."

Half of the red-faced evil ghost's body disappeared, his eyes became clear, and the finger stuck in his teeth also disappeared.

"Tell me, what year is it, what month is it, and what territory is this?"

"The barbarians in the north say that it is the twenty-seventh year of Zhizheng, it is September, and this is Jiangbei."

"Be more specific, whose territory it is."

"The area where Lao Zhu's territory meets Lao Zhang's is the most chaotic and the easiest to attack. But judging from the situation, Lao Zhang is dying. I'm ready to run away first."

"Huh? You can see that?"

"No, the people under Zhu will use my skin to make armor and my bones to sharpen arrowheads. The people on Zhang's side will only ask me to donate gold and silver treasures, otherwise I would not dare to come here..."

Having said that, the red-faced evil ghost didn't dare to say the rest of the words. The man in front of him was really a killer without blinking an eye. Even his expression didn't change when he was told to kill him. It didn't understand why a warrior could be so strong. It was completely beyond its comprehension.

Not only is he powerful, but he is also very arrogant. He talks about everything and no one dares to do anything to him.

When it doesn't understand, which Taoist master who is truly famous in the world would sit at the gambling table?

Even though people have not given up killing, they still list gambling as one of the top ten prohibitions.

If this was the Taoist priest, he wouldn't dare to set up a gambling table. If he wasn't a warrior raised by the Taoist priest, and just a big shot guarding the house, it would be normal to gamble. Who would have thought that this person's reaction would be so intense.

"Have you seen anyone from Buyeo Mountain?"

"If there are people from Mount Fuyu nearby, I would never dare to come near the battlefield. The big zombies from Mount Fuyu like places with strong military evil the most. Those big zombies are brainless and never listen to reason." "What about people with strong yang energy? Have you seen someone who can bless people with yang energy?"

Hearing this, the red-faced evil ghost's eyes involuntarily glanced in one direction.

But when it turned its eyes back, it saw that Wen Yan was looking at it as if he was a dead person, so it said without hesitation.

"An incense stick ago, there seemed to be such a person who was chased by the cavalry under Lao Zhang. There was also a Taoist priest with him, but the Taoist priest's magic was broken by the soldier."

"Guide the way."

The red-faced evil ghost raised his finger and pointed in a direction, and then its body was lifted up by Wen Yan with one hand, and it could cover a distance of more than ten meters in one step.

The old man standing in the distance behind looked ordinary, but at this moment he did not move his feet and his body kept drifting at an extremely fast speed. He was able to keep up, but it could not see anything before.

The red-faced evil ghost suddenly felt that it was doomed. This ghost world had been in chaos for so many years, and finally some outrageous things had emerged.

The devil's elements were messing around, and then Zhang Zhenren of Wudang had been fighting demons for decades, basically destroying the foundation of the demon's existence. They were really killing indiscriminately, and slaying demons and eliminating evil were all violated by the precept of not killing.

It is finished, and the world should be finished with it.

Thinking of this, the red-faced evil ghost felt much better and couldn't help but curse.

"This is a fucking bullshit world."

This is not a mountainous area, and the speed he and his mountain enemies can reach is far slower than the terrifying speed of dozens of meters in the mountains.

But this speed was enough. After walking for a few minutes, when I was about to reach the edge of this old dream, I saw people fighting in front of me.

A team of cavalry was charging continuously. There were already two corpses of Taoists in Taoist robes on the road. The last Taoist, full of yang energy, was performing a ritual when he saw the team of fully armed cavalry, holding spears, forming a spike formation. As the charge speed increased, a strong murderous aura rose.

At such a close distance, and with the Taoist being on the passive defensive, there was no way he could stop him.

Throughout the dynasties, in every era of strong military power, all evil and all professionals were crushed.

The word "imperial court" is the huge mountain weighing on the heads of all the so-called sects.

Since Brother Zheng, Bingsha has been widely used, and the troops trained are just as fierce as tigers and wolves, and they are really ruthless and will crush you at any time. When it is time to be honest, no matter if they have low IQ or are not smart, they have all learned to keep a low profile.

Only in times of chaos will people be like some pent-up criminals who will immediately start to take revenge when they are released.

The Taoist was injured and carrying a burden, so he had to defend passively and block the cavalry charge head-on. He had limited time and equipment, and his debuffs were stacked.

It only takes one wave to take away the Taoist priest and the young man he brought with him.

The moment Wen Yan saw it, he threw the red-faced evil ghost away and his speed suddenly exploded to the extreme. The gray cloth wrapped around his left hand flew out with a whoosh, pulling Wen Yan to a speed beyond the limit of ordinary people.

The gray cloth flew out quickly, wrapping around the forelimbs of the warhorse ridden by the last cavalryman. Under the huge force, the warhorse lost its balance in an instant and fell to the ground.

Wen Yan increased his speed again by suddenly increasing his strength.

After three or two steps, he jumped up, pulled by the gray cloth, and flew over the heads of the cavalrymen. While still in mid-air, the gray cloth wrapped around the head of the horse of the cavalryman in front, and suddenly exerted force, straightening the gray cloth.

The horse fell to the ground with a bang. Wen Yan, who continued to move forward, was also grabbed by the gray cloth and fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily like a fireball.

With a bang, dust flew up and the scorching yang energy turned into a strong wind, spreading in all directions.

The gray cloth rolled back and the Chunjun mace was quickly pulled out and hung beside Wen Yan. Wen Yan stretched out his hand and just grasped it in his hand.

He is a warrior, and in addition to cultivating Yang Qi, he also cultivates Qi and blood, bones, flesh and blood, and a new way.

But there is no practice of Taoism.

He was best at this kind of head-on combat, so he was not afraid of the enemy's cavalry charge.

Even in the modern world, there are no Taoists in the regular army, and at most they just practice martial arts.

Wen Yan landed and overturned the cavalrymen in the front, disrupting the enemy's spike formation. These cavalrymen were experienced and immediately gave up the charge and changed direction.

Wen Yan turned around and looked at the two people behind him, a middle-aged Taoist priest and a young boy who looked very immature and was wearing tattered clothes.

When the Taoist saw Wen Yan was so arrogant and that he was obviously a friendly soldier, he immediately bowed.

"Buyu, Jinxuzi."

Wen Yan cupped his hands and said.

"Fuyu Mountain, gentle words."

As soon as these words were spoken, a very weak but blazing yang energy suddenly surged out of the young man.

The Yang energy in Wen Yan's body, which was obviously hundreds of times greater, also burst out involuntarily at the same time. The blazing Yang energy covered everything indiscriminately. When Wen Yan had burst out before, his Yang energy alone had never burst out like this.

His pure yang energy, like a shock wave, swept across the entire ancient dream.

The two yang energies began a fierce confrontation here, as if they were naturally mutually repelling.

The young man's eyes were bright, with a clear and stubborn feeling. Although he was weak and felt very gentle, he still had an unimaginable tenacity.

Although both of them are Lieyang, he and Wen Yan are also different.

This time, Wen Yan deeply felt why his great-grandmaster uncle said that the Lieyangs of each generation were actually different.

Even though the previous generations all died suddenly, the fourth generation, Lieyang, died the fastest, almost as soon as he was discovered.

There are also some records in Fuyu Mountain. The fourth generation Lieyang is kind and benevolent, not afraid of death. Although he is the weakest one, he is the one who accepts Lieyang's troubles most calmly.

The moment the second sun was in the air, this old dream began to collapse. This place could not bear the situation.

The people and things in the whole dream began to become blurry.

The injured Taoist priest slowly disappeared with a look of astonishment on his face.

All those who were supposed to be dead were the first to disappear.

The young man with bright eyes looked at Wen Yan and said.

"You are Lieyang too, right?"

"Yes."

"I heard that it is impossible for two scorching suns to appear at the same time. So, is everything here fake?"

“Things are real, things are fake.”

"I don't understand." The young man pondered for a moment and shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand what he said.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Ba Ge, the eight in seven or eight, and the brother in big brother."

"Ha, you have an advantage with that name."

"I'm definitely dead. The ferocious goose I raised probably won't survive either. I never quite understood why they wanted to kill me, but now I think I understand a little bit."

The young man stepped towards Wen Yan, encountering great obstacles, but he pursed his lips and walked towards him step by step. When he arrived in front of Wen Yan, he was like a candle in the wind, about to be blown out at any time, but he still stubbornly stretched out his hand and touched Wen Yan's arm.

“I feel like this is the way to go.”

The young man gave Wen Yan a boost of yang energy.

In an instant, his already pale face became even paler. He did not use any external objects, but instead used his own Yang energy to strengthen it.

The yang energy was weak, but it had extremely strong resilience, just like the rising sun about to jump out of the sea level. Even with Wen Yan's current yang energy, he could still give Wen Yan a blessing.

"Lieyang, gain additional progress of 1%."

"Gain additional special effect, adversity."

(End of this chapter)