I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 652: Group Battle Expedition, Sacred Sky

Seeing this scene from afar, Wen Yan's face changed. He certainly knew what Lao Lao Jin was doing.

Old Jin must have known what those people were going to do. Now that he had a little ability to act, he decided to die decisively in order to put a stop to those people's plans.

The moment was too far away, and there was no time to reach out. Wen Yan's thoughts raced. It was definitely too late to persuade him, and he couldn't persuade him. This big man who had experienced wars and hardships must have a very firm will.

As his thoughts raced, Wen Yan pinched his finger, holding the violent sun in the palm of his hand, and pointed into the air. A red light flew up, and turned into a phantom in the air, following the golden road and directly sank into Old Jin's body.

In an instant, the Yang energy in Lao Lao Jin's body surged, and after his soul sank into the strange flame, not only was he not injured, but the strange flame was forcibly driven back by the fierce burst of Yang energy.

"Decheng Wenyan, respectfully invites the old man to return home, and the rest of the matters can be handed over to the younger generation."

The old man felt the power in his body. The invisible chains that bound him were also constantly disintegrating and disappearing under the flames transformed from the scorching yang energy.

The old man looked back, hesitated for a moment, and asked.

"What department are you from?"

"No." Wen Yan shook his head decisively.

"Do you hold a public office?" Mr. Jin's voice gradually became louder.

"No." Wen Yan smiled and answered in a sonorous and powerful voice.

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

"Then you have no right to control me. I have been dead for many years. As long as I have not committed any crime in Shenzhou, even the Lieyang Tribe cannot control me. In Shenzhou, except for those who have obtained the identity after filing, the rest of the people have no rights."

Hearing this, Wen Yan immediately grinned.

"The old man is right."

Because strictly speaking, the old man now appears in the form of a ghost, and he no longer has the rights of a living person, that is, he belongs to the part of living beings whose basic rights are not recognized by Shenzhou at all. In the same way, what he does now has nothing to do with Shenzhou.

Even if we take a step back, in the absence of a formal record of exiting the country, what basis do you have to say that the ghost in the Maple Leaf Country at this moment is actually a ghost from China?
Just because the other party speaks Chinese?
20% of the world's population can speak Shenzhou dialect. There may be people who can speak it in any corner. It's a normal thing.

The yang energy was burning all over Mr. Jin's body. Within the yang energy, a ray of golden light was floating, and a ray of blood light was flashing.

At the same time, Wen Yan stretched out a hand, grasped the tattered flag, and added a violent sun to it. At the same time, he flicked his finger, and three Qin Banliangs added with the violent sun flew out and landed on the Golden Brick Avenue.

The flags fluttered, and the mark of Bourne, located above the stone door of the skeleton dog and at its feet, lit up.

A prompt popped up in front of Wen Yan.

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

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

Just as Wen Yan was about to do something, the flag fluttered in the wind and Lao Lao Jin chanted in a low voice.

"Use your sword...chop at the devils' heads..."

As Lao Lao Jin chanted, ripples appeared on the flag, the echoes of time began to be activated, and the chorus that once existed under the flag began to resonate at this moment.

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

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

Behind him, a series of phantoms walked out and stepped onto the Golden Brick Avenue together.

Wen Yan took a deep breath. He had guessed this long ago when the director decided to locate the altar here. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he finally understood that there was no need for him to summon the spirits.

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

Wen Yan quickly took out three incense sticks she got from her grandmother, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner. Wisps of smoke rose up and lingered around the heroic spirits.

As these heroes stepped onto the Golden Brick Avenue, the badge borrowed by Wen Yan was shining, and several buffs appeared one after another.

"Get temporary buff: Defend the country.

When the enemy is not a citizen of China, gain 25% ignore immunity, 25% critical strike chance, and 25% dodge chance.

Note 1: A critical hit will cause an additional 100% (X) damage.

Note 2: When dodging a single damage, you will be immune to this damage (the more chances you have to dodge, the less effect you will get)"

“Obtained temporary buff: Expeditionary Force.

When it is determined that the battle is not in Shenzhou territory, it is immune to a series of control such as illusion, mind, and spirit. When it is attacked by such attacks, the fighting spirit is greatly improved; the resistance to all elements is increased by 25%; and the willpower is greatly improved. "

“Get temporary buff: team fight.

When you fight with a certain number of Shenzhou warriors, the morale will not fall below the high morale bottom line, and when you are the head coach, the morale limit is positively correlated with your will and determination. "

“Gain temporary buff: Aura.

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

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

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

Wen Yan suppressed the urge to send someone over to take action. He also understood what Old Jin said. The old man was right. As long as the people who took action were not living people, no matter what happened, they would always be in the commanding position and always hold the initiative.

He thought about it, looked at the situation on the opposite side, and decided to respect the old man's ideas. The old man was still considering the overall situation.

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

Thinking of this, Wen Yan pondered for a moment, looked at the identity Dark xx that suddenly appeared, and the bunch of buffs, then he waved his hand, and the mysterious incomplete map appeared in front of him.

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

Immediately afterwards, before they could do anything, a terrifying and intense yang energy suddenly burst out from Lao Lao Jin's body. The cold and gloomy power around him was forcibly dispersed and could not get close at all.

When those living people, as well as people from other professions and alien species gathered together, they saw on the Golden Brick Avenue, one after another, translucent bodies, surrounded by smoke, and without any cold souls appeared.

The seemingly translucent sword chopped off the head of a professional with one blow, but the head was intact. The first thing that was seen was the soul's head rolling down from his neck.

The soul head had its eyes wide open, and it was clearly killed, but it didn't dissipate for a long time.

The high priest who was in the lead was caught off guard and unable to dodge, so his left hand was cut. The tattoos engraved on the upper part of his left palm instantly dimmed, and his skin color turned a pale white like a deathly person.

"Heroic Spirit! Heroic Spirit with a special weapon! Be careful!"

The leading high priest felt his soul being traumatized, but the trauma was not fatal.

Normally, even a small amount of soul trauma can have extremely serious consequences, causing one to become unable to move, become confused, and no longer be able to cast spells or preside over altars.

Now, that half of his palm had lost all feeling, but he could still feel the severe pain from the cut, as if only half of his palm had been chopped off.

The leader kept retreating, and the people around him kept pushing forward, but bullets and other things could not cause any harm to the heroic spirit without a physical body.

Instead, the thick resentment that continued to overflow from the ground was constantly colliding with the smoke lingering on the heroic spirit, consuming each other. The professionals and magicians around felt this and immediately began to adjust their strategies to stimulate the increasingly thick resentment and unwillingness here.

Further away, a few people with gloomy faces had taken out their phones to make calls.

The high priest left the barn and looked at the golden avenue. He could also see Wen Yan standing on the altar on the other side of the golden avenue.

Wen Yan drooped his eyelids. After making sure that the opponent's combat power was sufficient, he devoted himself to the mysterious incomplete map.

The bright parts on the incomplete map are mainly in Shenzhou. Outside Shenzhou, a large area belonging to the island countries is bright.

Ever since a large area of ​​the island country lit up last time, the remaining map has continued to expand outward to reveal a large dark area.

It can be seen that it is basically completely consistent with the current world map, but it only shows a rough outline of the land.

Wen Yan remembered roughly where the other side was, so he tapped on the map. The Water Official Talisman for Relieving Evil on the back of his hand glowed slightly.

Following Wen Yan's thoughts, the badge on the table, the borrowed badge on Wen Yan's body, the flag behind him, and the altar under his feet all glowed together.

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

The circulation of hot and cold air and the resulting wind direction all floated in Wen Yan's mind.

The next moment, gold grains as small as millet grains slowly floated up from Wen Yan's bag, turned into golden light, and merged into Wen Yan's hands.

This grain of gold, the size of a millet grain, was the tiny bit left over when a water god was burned to death.

Wen Yan never knew what this thing was used for, and it was also one of the very few things that could not be blessed by the scorching sun.

It has been so long that Wen Yan almost forgot about this thing. This time when he was preparing, he brought a small gold grain because he had to deal with something in the water.

Unexpectedly, the small gold particle was stimulated at this moment.

The moment the small golden particles transformed into golden light and merged into the Jieye Shuiguan Lu, Wen Yan felt that the mythical special effects Si Yu, which had always been troublesome and difficult to use, no longer had that sluggish feeling.

He seemed to have completely mastered this power. He placed his finger on the remaining map, and suddenly a piece of the map appeared in the empty space.

He could feel the floating water vapor in this area, the rolling clouds, the confluence of cold and hot winds, and even feel what was below. It was as if he had turned into a satellite, overlooking the place where his finger was pointing.

As his thought came to him, he recalled the cloud map he had seen before. He blew out a breath gently, and saw the heat rising from the ground, turning into a warm current, colliding with the cold air in the sky, and turning into a strong wind.

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

Dark clouds gathered above the farm, and within a few minutes, the sky and the earth became dark.

Wen Yan felt so much more. He felt the thick resentment there, the vibrant vitality there, and even the despair that made the dead souls unable to even cry.

He stretched out his hand and tapped the incomplete picture. In an instant, thunder exploded in the black cloud and lightning flashed, as if imprinting the simplest mark of summoning dead souls in the black cloud.

A bolt of lightning struck the barn, smashing it to pieces and igniting a raging fire.

And the thunder seemed to have broken some invisible shackles.

It is upright and aboveboard, yet it also contains hidden extreme dark power, the power of the soul, and the divine power.

Skeletons emerged from beneath the ground, uttering desperate and powerless howls before death. They crawled out crying and looked at the high priest and those people.

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

"Dead...Dead Sky Canopy?"

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

"No, that's impossible. In this era, how could there be a necromancer who could cast a necromancy canopy covering hundreds of kilometers?"

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

On the other hand, Wen Yan felt that the feeling of being almost omnipotent, able to bring out the mythical characteristics to the extreme and utilize them to the extreme, was fading like the tide, and the power in the gold particles was almost consumed.

Following his summons, a large number of souls buried underground in the area covered by the black cloud in Saskatchewan were awakened. Those souls that could not transform into ghosts even if their spiritual energy was revived were summoned out.

And beneath the earth, a mysterious and weak power was also awakened, and a wisp of death was growing under the earth. The thing that had just revived felt the information and call coming from the sky, as well as the will contained there.

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

"May you follow the power of the sacred sky to fulfill your destiny's revenge."

In the ruins of an abandoned old school, countless skeletons emerged from the ground, and ghosts emerged from inside.

In a desolate pit, the souls of the dead climbed out one after another, carrying with them a wisp of deathly air.

There are also ancient churches where skeletons have overturned the building. Even if the bones are shattered, souls can still crawl out from inside.

Countless ghosts were awakened and attacked in one direction together.

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

His pen was no longer able to sign the document that had just been delivered.

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

Where is the damn necromancer?

Even the robots on the moon know he's Robin!"

Furious roars echoed throughout the mansion.

The souls of those who were tortured and killed tragically here, and even those who could not make any sound after death and could not turn into ghosts, finally began to seek revenge.

They are going to tear apart those who make it impossible for them to even scream.

In the farm, countless dead souls are coming one after another. The transparent heroic spirits have smoke lingering on their bodies. Those people have used unique weapons, even weapons specifically designed for heroic spirits, but they cannot kill any of them.

After the heroic spirit became transparent to a certain degree, it was forcibly solidified there.

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

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

He used the blood and sweat of his guards to write a symbol on the ground, and placed one hand on the symbol, chanting something in a low voice.

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

"waste."

The high priest let out a low roar, raised his head, and looked forward. It seemed that he had crossed the Golden Brick Avenue and saw Wen Yan on the other side.

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

"You jerk, how dare you hurt me!"

(End of this chapter)