I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 771 Left Arm, Not That Difficult
One day later, the cave in the original island had completely collapsed and buried, and the person carrying the spherical stone had returned to Robin and came to the familiar underground venue.

But there are several fewer people here now. The Idea King Necromancer of that time is still coming up with flashes of inspiration here. The Divine Act, which has now almost been set as Robin's national policy for the next era, was actually written by the Idea King Necromancer many years ago. This guy is really capable.

Unfortunately, now even the position of Dot King Necromancer has been removed.

The spherical stone was placed on the table, and the people sitting around were all quite curious.

"Is this what you have said many times before?" a guy with a European accent asked.

The oriental face opposite him had a calm expression.

“This is part of Bingzu’s remains. Thousands of years ago, Bingzu was dismembered. One of his subordinates, who was fast and could fly, took the opportunity to grab one of the remains, then sped away to the west and has not been heard from since.

In the yellow sand of the Western Region County of Shenzhou, great events recorded by a divine kingdom were unearthed.

At that time, there was a divine man with a bird's head, a human body and wings growing from his ribs. He turned into a rainbow and came from the east. He clashed with the so-called gods worshipped by the kingdom of God at that time.

Their gods were vulnerable; their heads, hearts, and livers were eaten away, and the rest of their gods turned into rotten mud, destroying them instantly.

Because of this, I was able to determine the location of the divine kingdom and completely determine the direction in which the divine man under the command of Bingzu was heading.

After searching for so many years, I finally got what I wanted. "

"What is the ancestor of soldiers? You people from Shenzhou love to brag the most..." The guy with the European accent was quite disdainful. Everyone can brag.

"When the ancestor of soldiers was here, with your strength, you didn't even have the qualifications to kneel in a place where you could see him." The man with the eastern face turned cold and sprayed back without any politeness.

"What the hell are you!"

"I'm really nothing. My ancestor was just an ordinary brave man under the general of Bingzu. But if I hear the shit coming out of your mouth again, I, a guy who is nothing, can still send you to purgatory."

When the two were on the verge of a fight, the man with a European accent suddenly became furious, stretched out a hand, and his arm turned into tentacles that wrapped around the spherical stone on the base.

The man with the oriental face just watched coldly, and quietly retreated a little, ready to run away at any time.

The moment the stone cracked, a golden light flashed and sank into the tentacle.

In an instant, the man with a European accent in a black robe had his black robe exploded, revealing his iron-blue face. His arms turned into tentacles, which burst into a bloody mist with a bang.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

New tentacles kept growing out of his arms at an extremely fast speed, but unfortunately they exploded as soon as they grew out.

After this happened more than ten times in a row, the speed at which the tentacles grew on his arms could no longer keep up with the speed of the explosion. The explosion had already spread to his shoulders, and his left shoulder exploded as well.

There was another person who took a special box and closed the spherical stone. Then the golden light disappeared back into the spherical stone.

On the other side, the man with the oriental face crossed his arms and had moved the chair he was sitting on to the door, as if he was afraid that the other person would die and his blood would splatter on him.

The guy with the European accent had a livid face, which now looked even uglier.

No new tentacles appeared on his left arm and left shoulder, only the broken parts that looked like struggling buds of flesh.

"We must show necessary respect to the strong, even if it is just a part of their remains."

In the main seat, Huang Mo, who had not appeared for a long time, borrowed a young body and sat there, ending the farce and giving a thorough analysis to the matter.

In just a minute or two, the body of the Yellow Devil seemed to have matured a little.

“Do not waste precious time, we have set a divine direction, and to accomplish these, we must complete the conquest.

Many previous plans have failed.

The remains of this once powerful man may be the most crucial step.

Shenzhou has provided valuable experience in the construction of a true kingdom of God on earth.

No matter which aspect it is, we need to complete the intervention.

Next time, I will try my best.

Win a war in one go.

By then, all the people on the list will be targeted.

Especially the Tuoba Martial God of Shenzhou, and that unfathomable old Heavenly Master.

There are strong people among the others in Shenzhou, but they are all easy to target.”

"Where is Wen Yan? Is Wen Yan the Tuoba Wushen?" someone asked immediately.

Then no one spoke. Even now, they were still not sure.

The only way to deal with it is the worst case scenario, that is, the incredibly strong Tuoba Wushen, who should not be so strong at all, and the outrageous Wen Yan, who could kill his way out of the Sea of ​​Undead twice, are actually two people.

Of course, they actually hoped that there were two of them.

Otherwise, a guy who is incredibly powerful and a guy who can obviously do many things that cannot be achieved simply by being powerful are the same person.

It makes me despair just thinking about it.

"Wen Yan..." Huang Mo felt complicated when he mentioned this. When he thought about being tricked by Wen Yan from a distance and he had to admit it honestly, he felt his fists hardened, and he knew that this revenge would be avenged sooner or later.

If it wasn't for Wen Yan, why would he still be spending so much effort here? He doesn't even have a stable body and doesn't dare to show up casually.

"I will deal with it myself when the time comes. Don't worry about it. Don't go and die. You are no match for him. He is powerful and weird."

After Huang Mo finished speaking, he took a special look around, fearing that there might be someone with a poor brain who might feel niubility.

The man with the eastern face sitting in the distance had returned to his original seat. He shrugged, indicating that Huang Mo was right.

The others also nodded. At least they couldn't have Wen Yan's record.

Half an hour later, when the meeting was over, Huang Mo's body looked like he was in his forties or fifties.

He stayed here alone, and then took out another box. The moment he opened it, a wild breath hit him in the face.

There was a pile of something that looked like molten gold in the box. The Yellow Devil stretched out a hand and immersed it in it.

The flesh on his arms quickly dissolved into the body. His white bones began to turn golden yellow, and his face quickly aged to that of a man in his fifties or sixties.

He raised his golden bone arm, placed it on the spherical stone, and spoke in a deep voice, speaking standard Shenzhou dialect.

"The wilderness is calling, and it will eventually help you recover."

The spherical stone cracked, and a golden light sank into the golden skeleton arm. The yellow demon's eyes condensed slightly, and his arms kept shaking.

In situations with a medium, he felt that he could no longer suppress it. The power inside was too violent and too unruly. He could not suppress it by force. If he did, it would surely end in a situation where both sides would perish.

Huang Mo had already anticipated this, so the medium he borrowed this time was from the Great Wilderness.

As time passed, his face became older and older, until he died of old age and collapsed on the table.

Without the suppression of the Yellow Demon, the body dried up and shattered into powder. The golden substance on the table glowed with golden light and slowly condensed into a golden skeleton arm with thick bones and six fingers.

The spherical stone in front of the finger shattered silently, and more golden light merged into the golden skeleton arm.

After more than an hour, the light gradually dimmed.

On the golden arm bone, there were two strange symbols, as if they were carved with a knife.

The Yellow Devil, who had lost his temporary body and was wandering nearby, immediately understood the meaning of the symbol when he saw it. "Revenge."

"It's really domineering. The information of the symbol can be forced into me, so that I can understand its meaning immediately."

……

In Decheng, Wen Yan came to Lao Zhao's house again, carrying boiled chicken and beef and egg drop porridge that she made herself.

The five brothers were very happy. They huddled together and even knew to give some to Lao Zhao first, and then they inhaled it fiercely.

Wen Yan took the rest and went to the second floor. Lao Zhao was still sitting there, facing the wall, very patiently.

"Old Zhao, come and eat something."

"Oh." Old Zhao responded, moved out a square stool, and took a deep breath at the meal that Wen Yan brought. The boiled chicken quickly dried up and rotted, leaving only some bones.

Wen Yan waited for a while, and seeing that Lao Zhao was still as smart as ever, he turned and left.

In a flash, a few days passed. Wen Yan did not go out. Looking at the information sent by the black box, he found that the Lieyang Tribe had arrested many people, and some had been deported.

The information left by the guy who was cursed to death before was a bit too comprehensive, so it was easy to find it. It might be because too many people died in the past, which made him alert.

The people who were in charge of the response from within Shenzhou were also arrested at the first opportunity.

With the precise time on the photo, even if we don't know who it was, we just need to determine who was there at the time.

Not just anyone can be a qualified insider, and it is not difficult to find one by the process of elimination.

The actions of the Lieyang Tribe are proceeding in an orderly manner.

Wen Yan came to see Lao Zhao once a day as a routine, waiting for Lao Zhao to say something.

"Old Zhao, please tell me what the real method of resuscitation is. You have been keeping me in suspense for several days."

"What?" Old Zhao raised his head, looking confused.

Wen Yan returned home and received a black box message. The professor deciphered part of the things on the wall on the second floor of Lao Zhao's house.

Wen Yan arrived at the headquarters quickly.

The professor frowned and stared at the computer screen.

"That neighbor of yours is really disgusting. He turned a simple topic into a history of the evolution of writing."

As soon as the professor saw Wen Yan's expression, he knew that Wen Yan didn't understand.

"Do you know that in the past, if you wanted to express one meaning, you might have many words, and one word might have many meanings, and there might be many languages. Two thousand years after the Qin people unified the writing system, the word hui still had four ways of writing.

And your neighbor has used almost all the evolution process from ancient seal characters to simplified characters.

I don't understand where he learned it.

Now you understand why your neighbor is so disgusting, right?
If you want to roughly decipher those things, that's fine. It's really not that difficult.

If you want to translate the meaning completely without errors, it will take more than a few days.

In other words, perhaps only he himself knows the most complete meaning.

Who knows if there are any characters he created in it. "

Wen Yan didn't dare to say anything, after all, he knew about it.

The ancients were sometimes quite casual. Two words that look basically the same might actually be two different words.

Created characters, variant characters, etc., are just a drizzle.

I’m afraid that after deciphering, one of the key words may be created by Lao Zhao himself, and then the meaning of the whole paragraph may be different.

The professor hates this kind of guy the most. He had worked hard to decipher some things in the past, and then the real person came back to life and said, "Oh, that word, it doesn't mean anything, it's just my wife's name."

The professor was furious at that moment.

It is possible that at least a quarter of the things that Lao Zhao got are of this nature.

"Professor, that guy is usually... not very smart."

"..."

The professor was instantly deflated. He also remembered what Lao Zhao was like in normal times. So he let it go.

"Let me explain it to you briefly. What is written above is actually how to revive the ancestor of soldiers.

After the seal is broken, you don't need to look for the remains of the ancestor of soldiers, just find some things that are very simple according to the description.

Stones from other mountains, water from the Yellow River, a golden altar, the heart of a towering tree, and a warrior’s sacrifice.

With the guidance of the witch, the fire of life can be ignited.

In fact, it is enough.

It would be fine to find the remains and revive them, but judging by the description, I don't think any of us would like that outcome."

"Well, professor, you call these simple things?"

“For you, it’s really easy.

The stones from other mountains are actually spiritual stones from the homeland of China. You don’t need the one from the Flower-Fruit Mountain, you can find them anywhere.

As for the water of the Yellow River, just ask the River God.

The golden altar, I remember you have it in your hand.

The heart of the Tongtianmu tree, the dead tree next to Qingcheng that fell out of the old dream, isn’t it.

As for the witch, you go to the witch ceremony to eat every day.

To ignite the fire of life is actually to bless a special scorching sun, which is not difficult for you.

As for the most vague sacrifice of warriors, it certainly does not mean letting the warriors die.

Even in those days when sacrifices were most popular, they would only cook a few dozen Qiang people, and would not sacrifice anyone who could be called a warrior.

Whether it's your Huo Yong or Xing Tian, ​​they can all be considered warriors.

The most difficult part is just transforming the golden altar.

You don't have to worry about this. I'll help you.

You see, it’s not that difficult, right? "

Wen Yan sighed, mustered up his courage, and said.

"Professor, why don't you tell me more details?"

Wen Yan waved his hand and took out the golden altar from the golden ring. This thing had been gathering dust in the golden ring for a long time and was usually thrown out by Wen Yan to be used as a shield.

"Okay, you said it yourself." The professor perked up and couldn't help laughing.

(End of this chapter)