I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 783: Heart of Paradox, I Found the Truth

On the isolated island, Wen Yan was still unaware of what was happening outside. He killed the curved-horned sheep-headed demon, obtained its skull as a trophy, and then continued to move towards the interior of the island.

Now that we are here, we might as well get the business done first.

The lesson of the past was right in front of him, and he now fully understood Bingzu's thoughts.

If you don't take it, others will snatch it away. If you don't occupy it, others will occupy it, and then use it against you.

Having just been ambushed, Wen Yan guessed that if someone was plotting against him, there must be other situations outside. However, he still felt that he should prioritize finishing the task at hand.

What if he leaves and something else comes right after and secretly takes away the remains of the ancestor of soldiers buried here? Will something like what happened today happen again?

This place has been abandoned for a long time. There is no living creature to be seen, no insects or birds chirping, but it is still lush and green.

According to the information given by Bingzu, a lot of people had probably died here before.

This isolated island has swallowed up many corpses, which gave birth to the dense forest at this moment.

Otherwise, if it had remained lifeless for thousands of years, this place would not be barren, but it should not be so lushly vegetated.

To utilize the immortal tree, you must first give and then utilize.

There is no way to revive a master who has obviously died suddenly with full health and mana on the spot without any consumption.

Even if we go back in time, it is impossible to revive a guy who has been completely wiped out.

Wen Yan walked along the dense forest and found a place in the south. The distance between the trees seemed to be a little larger than other places. This small open space was one of the altars.

Wen Yan pondered for a moment, then changed to summoning the spirit, stood in the weeds, stomped his feet hard, and chanted a few syllables.

The next moment, a stone altar rose silently from beneath the ground.

The dilapidated altar, full of traces of time, was basically identical to the altar shadow that appeared when he used the summoning technique.

He stood on the altar and looked at the patterns outlined on the altar. They looked like some monsters drawn on the altar. Some had bull heads, some had wings on their backs, and some had six arms.

These are actually the names of the generals under the ancestor of soldiers. Their names were engraved on the altar so that they could be resurrected here.

In other words, it is not a resurrection, but a part of them has been left here long ago, and the spark of their vitality is here.

If they are dead, bring their bodies back and they can be restored to health here.

A lot of energy will be consumed, and the stronger the person is, the greater the consumption. If there is no body left, and they are made to reappear here out of thin air, the consumption will be even greater. Even if they regain consciousness, they may be in a state of no blood and no mana.

Wen Yan stroked the altar. This might be the earliest starting point for summoning spirits.

After summoning the first altar, he continued to go deeper and headed in another direction, and summoned the second altar in a similar place.

The altars look basically the same, the only difference is the patterns or names engraved on them.

Wen Yan continued to search, and after summoning four forums in the four directions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest, he came to the center of the island and summoned the last altar on the top of the mountain.

As the last altar appeared, he cut his finger and a drop of blood fell into the center of the altar.

In an instant, the power transformed from that drop of blood seemed to draw out a blood fountain. The blood-red liquid gushed out from the center of the altar, infecting the altar, and then spread along the top of the mountain in all directions and flowed to the other four altars.

At this moment, the entire island seemed to suddenly come alive. A fierce aura emerged, and it seemed that some power was trying to draw the blood out of his wounds.

It’s a pity that his wound was very small and had already solidified, so the pulling force was slowly decreasing.

After waiting for a long time, on the altar in the center, in the surging blood fountain, a beating sound was heard, and a bit of golden light emerged.

When Wen Yan heard the voice, his expression changed slightly.

heartbeat.

Moreover, just by hearing the heartbeat at a close distance, he felt as if his own heartbeat rhythm was forcibly changed to follow that rhythm.

If an ordinary person heard this kind of heartbeat at such a close distance, his heart would probably break instantly.

The next moment, he saw the prompt.

"The Heart of Paradox."

“The heart of Bingzu.

As part of the 'corpse', it should have been devoured and digested by the Undead Tree, but it was not triggered.

Adding to that Bingzu's own strength and abilities, and multiple times of retracing, Bingzu was stuck in a paradox, and his heart also mutated.

He should have died after being dismembered, but his life was frozen at that moment.

It should have died, but it shouldn't have died. It should have completely turned into a totem with the passage of time, but it didn't.

In a state of being dead but not dead, not dead but dead again."

"As someone who has obtained the relevant permissions, you can obtain the corresponding blessing of power when transporting this Heart of Paradox. Your vitality will increase significantly, and your energy will be locked at the ultimate perfection."

"Temporary ability: none."

When Wen Yan saw this scene, his eyelids twitched slightly. He could understand that the meaning of "nothing" was that it was completely unnecessary.

But the question is, why is it that when it is just a heart, the prompt you get is not an item prompt, but it triggers the prompt that you can see when facing other living people.

He stretched out his hand, and a golden light fell into his palm. Then the golden light circled around his body and turned into an abstract heart shape on his chest.

In an instant, he felt his fatigue disappear, and he felt as energetic as if he had just rested for a few hours and was in the best condition.

He raised his hand towards the altar at his feet and chanted some difficult syllables. He stomped his feet, and the altar sank back into the ground.

On the other side, at the border of Shenzhou, the confrontation has already begun.

At the edge of the cliff over the sea of ​​clouds, on the altar, three Taoist priests in purple robes were performing a ritual together, and there were others behind them waiting for their turn to take the stage.

At the same time, the three of them, in addition to sharing the pressure, are more importantly to ensure a seamless connection.

The sea of ​​clouds was churning and the space was slightly distorted. One could vaguely see that the space in the sea of ​​clouds seemed unreal and illusory. Countless monsters of all kinds were charging forward like crazy, just to get over there.

Suddenly, in the illusory passage of the sea of ​​clouds, a thick claw rushed over. A large number of monsters hid behind the giant claw that was dozens of meters long.

The giant claw continued to decay, but it still rushed out. The moment it rushed out, it disintegrated into powder.

But countless monsters behind it also rushed out of the sea of ​​clouds together.

The Taoist priests on the altar and those resting nearby all looked exhausted and pale.

At this moment, the Heavenly Master's sword dropped from the sky and pierced straight into the altar, and a loud shout was heard.

"Thunder comes."

In an instant, lightning appeared in the sea of ​​clouds, and the terrifying thunder was accompanied by a loud bang, like a dragon, and pierced through the sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

Thunder flashed wildly in the sea of ​​clouds. No group of monsters could be seen anymore. Only the blinding lightning could be seen, which almost completely covered the whole area.

On the altar, there was a figure of about four or five years old, floating in the air, one hand forming a thunder seal, the other making a sword gesture. His eyes seemed to penetrate the illusory passage and saw the other side of the sea of ​​clouds cliff.

There were at least a dozen powerful monsters, which were obviously stronger than those seen before, gathered there.

Just now, a huge monster forced its way through at the cost of sacrificing one of its arms.

At this moment, the big monster was devouring other monsters, and blood and flesh were surging on its broken arm, regenerating rapidly.

"As expected, I have to come. Well, I'll try to cultivate. It won't harm the harmony between heaven and earth, people and others, nor will it harm my cultivation."

In the northwest corner, the head of Maoshan stood beside the boundary marker with drooping eyelids, standing there quietly, motionless. Although the sky was cloudless and the moon was shining brightly, there were occasional muffled thunder.

Behind the Maoshan headmaster, there were seven or eight things that looked like containers, with thick cables directly connected to his feet.

In the desert ahead, sand waves were surging. A fellow who looked like an alien and was more than three meters tall stood there with a solemn expression.

Behind him, dozens of people with strange auras, like living people, but with faint auras, were also standing there motionless.

When the Maoshan leader takes action, he never leaves anyone alive, which is much crueler than simply not leaving anyone alive.

At the same time, fierce battles were already underway on the high seas outside the East China Sea.

In the vast area of ​​the South China Sea, the ghost ships driven by the water ghosts have started a naval battle with a medieval warship that appeared from nowhere. The battle started from boarding battle to under the sea surface and to the bottom of the sea.

In these places, small-scale conflicts, or wars in the professional world, have already begun.

Near the northeastern border, the director looked at the martial arts master who had just retreated with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth. He took out a candy given by Wen Yan from his arms, stuffed it into the other's mouth, and asked someone to send him away for treatment.

In the command room, the commander-in-chief looked at the image on the screen, took a deep breath, took off his coat, and carefully pinned his badge on his chest.

"Old man, don't go and die. Support will be here soon."

"That's too late."

"Two, you can't beat them."

"Cai Heizi, have you forgotten why you listened to me back then?"

In the video, Cai Heizi's face turned dark.

Needless to say, considering his temper back then, the only way to make him submit was of course to have a big enough fist, hold his head down, and reason with him, which could also make him speechless.

"Tuoba Wushen is on his way."

"Don't let him come over. There are indeed only four so-called gods here, but there are also some things that are not gods. They are also very powerful. Don't fall into their trap. Don't forget, you are the commander-in-chief now."

After saying this, the commander-in-chief turned and left the temporary command post.

He looked into the distance, and in the forest ahead, he could vaguely see a huge human figure moving forward.

On the shoulders of the giant figure stood a normal-sized figure with arms folded, overlooking everything in front.

The small figure didn't make any move. The huge light man, who was at least thirty or forty meters tall, took one step at a time, and the trees under his feet began to catch fire.

The flames spread forward and to the left and right as if forming a road.

This is the opponent's territory expanding, and in this way, it resists the natural suppression after crossing the border.

Under the cover of this area, the defending professionals here have no way to fight.

The other party didn't know which Robin God it was, and had no such information before, or rather, the information simply couldn't keep up with the other party's progress.

It was just a preliminary contact just now, and half of the people in the camp were already injured, including a master who was in the fifth stage of martial arts and had not yet changed his profession.

The expert was ready to fight for his life, but was stopped by the director general.

The commander-in-chief walked out of the camp and headed forward step by step.

He looked at two figures, one big and one small, in the distance.

Indeed, only four gods have been discovered so far, but two of them have come from the northeast direction alone, and the other party is still playing prediction.

The headquarters director was not walking fast, he maintained a constant speed, and he kept talking to himself as he walked.

"Hit with one punch, and avoid a hundred punches."

"We do not practice Taoism, nor do we worship gods."

"There has never been a savior, nor a fairy emperor."

"If we want to create human happiness, we have to rely on ourselves."

The headquarters director's pace gradually quickened, and his eyes began to become brighter and more determined.

"Cultivate the truth, cultivate the truth, cultivate me."

"Since it exists, it is material, and we should study and research it."

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

"When I find the truth, I will crush you remnants of the old times and turn you into a footnote in history."

The head of the headquarters recited the mantra, and his eyes became brighter and more determined.

He still maintained the pace of his steps, but his speed had already begun to fade away.

His hair began to turn black rapidly, his face quickly returned to his youthful state, and his height even grew slightly taller.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, bright and sharp eyes, thick short hair, and a muscular body.

The whole person's aura began to enter a state that was obviously not very strong, but gave people an extremely powerful and unstoppable feeling.

The huge man of light who was still moving forward recklessly suddenly stopped, and the figure on the giant's shoulder also put down his hand.

"We are Robin's God of Wildfire and God of Thunder. You are qualified..."

But before they could finish their words, they saw everything in front of them turned into a red wave, and there was only one color left as far as they could see.

At the forefront of the wave, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a firm gaze and shining with terrifying willpower, led the wave and approached rapidly.

The God of Thunder on his shoulder could clearly see the opponent's trajectory, but he still felt that the opponent seemed to have teleported and appeared directly in front of him.

The young man's huge fist rapidly enlarged in front of him.

Puff.

All the flames around seemed to be pulled back by the strong wind.

The so-called God of Thunder was blasted into a sky full of light spots by a single punch, and dissipated in the sky along with the flames that rolled back from the surroundings.

(End of this chapter)