I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 780: A sneak attack at a huge cost, judgment
Wen Yan carefully sensed for a long time but didn't feel anything wrong. He thought about the information Bingzu had given him before and felt that the deathly silence here was normal.

The immortal tree was not a normal thing at all. It would devour the corpses of all living creatures around it and turn them into nutrients.

In theory, this is the necessary condition for a normal ecosystem to function.

Carnivores will devour the prey they catch, and they can only catch more prey or starve to death.

As for other creatures, no matter how big or small, once they die, they will be quickly devoured, and many small insects and the like will also have no chance of survival.

Over time, the entire ecology collapsed and no living creatures remained.

If you didn't know that this was the immortal tree, then this place would probably be named after some monster.

Back then, a general under the command of the ancestor of soldiers discovered the immortal tree.

Initially, this place was actually used as a cemetery, or a place for handling various human or animal remains. Its main function was to prevent the occurrence of plague.

At that time, they may not know the specific principles, but after enough people die and enough samples are collected, they can summarize some experience.

Bury, burn, etc...

Experience continues to evolve and eventually turns into customs passed down from generation to generation.

No one knows what happened later, but the ancestor of soldiers discovered other uses for this place, and that's how the immortal generals appeared under his command, who were fearless and could not die.

The current Xing Tian clan is just a member of the Xing Tian clan. In fact, he should not be considered the peak strong man who once bore the name of Xing Tian.

At that time, Bingzu had dozens of such extremely brave and ruthless men under his command.

With dozens of generals who are basically impossible to kill, this game might be a bit difficult to win unless you cheat.

Even if the ancestor of soldiers died in battle and his body was divided and buried, there would still be a surviving general who could snatch a part of it.

Wen Yan looked at the isolated island ahead and sighed inwardly. The entire island was actually an immortal tree. In other words, there was not a single immortal tree in the sense that ordinary people knew of it.

The name of this place is just the Immortal Tree.

The legendary saying that if you find the immortal tree, you will be immortal is theoretically correct, but it’s a pity that most people may not know the method.

Part of the remains of the ancestor of soldiers was buried here. No wonder no one suspected it at the time.

Because in theory, if the remaining limbs are thrown here, they will be swallowed and digested.

Wen Yan continued to walk forward a few steps, looking at the footprints on the beach extending all the way into the dense forest, he couldn't help but frown.

I only saw a row of footprints, and it looked like there was only one person.

This shouldn’t be the case. There are at least twenty or thirty people who sneaked in.

Wen Yan became more alert. If it was just the danger in the environment, it would be fine, but now it seems that there must be other dangers.

He continued to recall the matter regarding the burial site of Bingzu's remains and prepared to go and take care of that first.

The moment he stepped one foot into the dense forest, his senses began to be locked by the subtle force here.

On the other side of the island, two runes suddenly lit up in the dark eye sockets of the demon with a curved-horned sheep's head.

The thousands of souls he carried with him, as well as the souls he had just collected, were all consumed as consumables in an instant.

Moreover, those thousands of souls were not captured casually.

These are souls that have gone through the complete devil's process and are the masters of the souls. They have been completely traded into the hands of the devil. They have no hidden dangers and can be completely consumed.

If compared with the fuel for power generation, the souls captured at random can at most be desulfurized and denitrified coal.

The soul that has completed the entire process is the fuel rod of a nuclear power plant.

In a sense, the two souls are two different things.

The curved-horned sheep-headed demon burned all of them in one breath, using all of his strength to ensure that the next sneak attack would be successful.

In front of him, a phantom of a dice with an unknown number of sides appeared. As the power was consumed, the dice spun rapidly, and the burning soul power disappeared like a flood.

The curved-horned sheep-headed demon was startled by the speed. It was so fast. Fortunately, he had reported ten times the amount to the yellow demon before.

The Yellow Devil didn't bargain at all and just gave the soul according to his offer.

And now, one hundred souls that had completed the entire procedure were consumed in an instant.

The number on the dice just kept spinning wildly to over sixty.

This means that there is a maximum 60% chance that he can hit Wen Yan with a sneak attack in the way he expected.

No wonder Huang Mo is willing to spend so much money, this guy is too troublesome.

This was the first time he encountered such a huge consumption, and it only reached 60%.

The curved-horned sheep-headed demon did not stop and continued to increase its output. After half of all the souls were consumed, the number that appeared on the dice finally stopped at 100.

This means that his next attack will hit the target 100% as he expected.

He also consumed all the remaining energy, and combined with his own strength, he did not care about hiding his weaknesses and tried his best.

The power belonging to the Yellow Devil on the golden arm bone, the Yellow Devil's origin, also began to turn into fuel.

In this way, it can be ensured that the power and magic of the golden arm bone itself can be fully stimulated.

In the end, all the power merged together.

According to Huang Mo, unless the owner of the golden arm bone, the former powerful man, has revived and comes to block the attack personally, otherwise, this attack cannot fail.

Even if it is just killing a terrifying guy who can kill his way into the Sea of ​​the Undead and kill his way out of it, it is absolutely 100% enough.

Because Huang Mo himself couldn't catch it or dodge it.

The curved-horned sheep-headed demon grinned, looked at the golden arm bone floating in front of him, and recited the final activation spell.

"revenge!"

In an instant, the golden arm bone disappeared in front of him.

On the other side, Wen Yan's other foot was about to step into the dense forest.

The great terror between life and death suddenly enveloped his mind, and a bloody clue appeared in front of him.

"Bonus tip from Identity Dark Primal xx: Let me come, you'll die."

Wen Yan's figure flashed in an instant and disappeared on the spot.

The moment he disappeared, a golden arm bone appeared where he had just stood.

The golden metacarpal bone opened up, like a hand, about to gently pat his chest.

Before Wen Yan could breathe a sigh of relief, the golden arm bone disappeared.

When a golden light appeared in front of his eyes, Wen Yan's aura suddenly exploded. With the blessing of the violent sun, his speed exploded to the limit and his figure turned into a residual shadow.

But he clearly saw that the golden arm bone maintained the same speed as him, stretching out its palm and slowly approaching his chest.

No matter how sharply he turned, the golden arm bone remained in the same position.

It was as if he was not actually moving, and the golden arm bone was rushing towards him at a constant speed.

The Yin God's additional reminder appeared in front of Wen Yan again, but this was not an old dream that was both real and fake, and the non-existent Yin God could not appear at all. Moreover, Wen Yan knew that he could not escape, and now that he ran quickly into the old dream, he could not escape, let alone replace it.

"Bingzu's vengeful left arm (tampered with)."

“It was formed from the Yellow Demon’s body, and through this connection, half of the power and half of the origin that the Yellow Demon had permanently abandoned were used to complete the tampering.

You can mobilize the magical powers and strength in this left arm to the maximum extent, integrate it with the power and origin of the Yellow Demon, and launch an attack.

After the Goat Horn Demon consumed a thousand souls that had undergone a complete devil program, the probability of modification reached 100%. "

"You have a 100% chance of being subjected to a tampered revenge attack. It cannot be avoided, resisted, or replaced, and the effect is unknown."

The red exclamation mark flashed madly.

None of Wen Yan's methods worked on this golden arm bone. He even combined the memories instilled in him by Bing Zu and tried to retract the golden arm bone, but there was still no response.

He must wait until this tampering is completed before he can collect the arm bone, unless the ancestor of soldiers in his prime comes in person.

Wen Yan's spirit was stimulated to the limit.

He could clearly feel that the seemingly light golden arm bone was getting closer to his chest little by little.

All his powers and means were useless against him.

The time is too short. If it were longer, I would be dragged into an old dream and it wouldn’t be shameful to ask my ancestors for help.

He felt a slight pain in his chest; it was the golden arm bone that touched the piece of enamel cup that he was holding in his arms.

In an instant, in the illusory space, the ancestor of soldiers standing on the top of the ancient battlefield opened his eyes and curled his lips.

"The evil demon from outside the domain... Guapi."

Wen Yan also felt it, an extremely ferocious force hitting his chest.

Pure strength doesn't seem to be too strong. It's better to withstand Brother Qin's spear attack.

But the moment he was touched, he felt his supernatural powers being activated.

Everything around seemed to stop at this moment.

Wen Yan's body seemed to be frozen at this moment, only his consciousness was still active.

In front of him, a shadow of a demon god suddenly appeared. The demon god stretched out a hand and recited to him.

"revenge!"

Circle after circle of strange patterns exploded exponentially, transforming into countless and incomprehensible things.

Immediately afterwards, this huge pattern began to explore inward in circles.

A prompt also appeared in front of Wen Yan.

“Get open access to a specific target.”

"Revenge, being judged."

"Anyone who hates you can take revenge on you..."

As the circle in front of him disappeared, the prompt text that Wen Yan saw also flashed and changed.

"All enemies who died because of you can take revenge on you..."

The circle in front of him, which looked like a huge magic circle, continued to shrink and the words continued to flash.

After flashing seven times in a row, when only the circle in the center remained, the text finally became fixed.

"All those who were killed by your own hands can take revenge on you..."

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed completely.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yan seemed to have returned to the abandoned chemical plant.

The liar who had cheated the old man in the past rushed towards him with a knife in hand and a ferocious face. Wen Yan could only stand there and watch, unable to move. Then, the old man, who had transformed into a great judge, pierced the liar's chest with one hand.

Everything around him disappeared.

The surroundings turned into that coffee shop again. Wen Yan sat there drinking tea, motionless. It seemed as if more and more Wen Yans kept walking in and integrating into his body.

After a moment, Wen Yan opened his eyes. This time, he didn't even see the player who disappeared in the years.

The scene changed rapidly. In the sea of ​​dead souls, the Idea King, who had turned into a skeleton, kept asking the question: "Are they dead? Are they all dead?"

At the crossroads of the underworld, the soul lamps of the underworld were flickering with lights. The horrifying faces were just quietly burning with flames, illuminating the road here, without any changes.

……

The scenes seemed to be constantly retracing, changing one after another, from the crossroads, to the wilderness, to the old dream, to the sea of ​​the dead, to the city, to the mountain village, constantly changing.

Complete the judgment again and again.

But not once did it meet the criteria for judgment.

Wen Yan cremated the bodies and swept the ashes every day, and then went out to sea to scatter the ashes.

Wen Yan has personally killed demons, monsters, evil spirits, demons, monsters, and undead. He has done almost everything.

Even though there were rumors outside that Wen Yan was cruel and ruthless, would exterminate entire families at will, was extremely murderous, unreasonable, killed people indiscriminately, and was lawless.

But according to the judgment, Wen Yan has never killed a "person" who meets the judgment requirements.

The scene around him seemed real, the connection and change ended, and he returned to the surface of the sea.

Wen Yan stood where the sea water had reached above his knees. The last circle of the phantom of the god or demon in front of him collapsed in his outstretched palm.

It seemed as if time had stopped, and his body, which had also stopped, finally returned to normal.

The golden arm bone on his chest felt like it was gently patting his chest, and then all the power and lines on it dissipated in the wind like a puff of smoke.

The golden arm bone itself seemed to have exhausted all its strength and fell down.

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and caught the golden arm bone. The golden arm bone withered rapidly in his hand, turned into powder, and floated down. The powder disappeared completely before it fell into the sea.

Only a little golden light fell on his left arm.

Wen Yan stood in the water, the bloody sign in front of him had not disappeared yet.

He touched his chest. The piece of enamel cup fragment in his chest had changed its shape a little bit. Where it was deformed, tiny irregular cracks appeared on the surface of the porcelain.

I don’t know whether I was helping him or recording something.

The only thing he was sure of was that the previous attack, as the prompts had said, could not be avoided, resisted, or replaced, and he must be hit.

It’s just that the magic above has been tampered with to a certain extent.

If the Yellow Demon could spend such a huge price to tamper with something a little bit, then it means that other people may also be able to tamper with that magic.

Who could have accomplished the tampering in such a short time?
There are only two possibilities, the piece of cup in his arms, and Bingzu himself.

(End of this chapter)