I am your natural enemy

Chapter 544 The most precious wealth, I couldn't help but take a look (5.5k)

"I can't give you anything else, just take these, as a thank you for bringing these news."

The Thirteenth Ancestor laughed loudly, and the flames rolled back and enveloped Wen Yan, and the blazing and exciting power continued to flow into his body.

Wen Yan felt the influx of power, and prompts kept appearing in front of him.

"Your fixed ability Lieyang, get an additional progress of 1%..."

"Get an additional progress of 1%..."

The progress kept jumping, but Wen Yan could no longer pay attention to it.

Along with these powers, there are also a lot of pictures showing in front of him, which should be some memories left by the Thirteenth Ancestor.

"I never bring big zombies with me. When I bring them with me, I have to take care of them. It's too troublesome.

Don't be afraid, it's better to save some time, and you can go together."

In the perspective, a large number of aliens and Taoists surrounded a semi-encirclement, with a terrifying momentum.

Being surrounded inside, the Thirteenth Ancestor was really quite crazy when he was young.

Wen Yan saw that some Taoist priests were so angry that their faces turned blue, and their hands pointing at the Thirteenth Ancestor were shaking slightly.

The scene changed, and there was a blazing fire under the water. The blazing fire forced the surrounding water away.

The Thirteenth Ancestor pinched his finger and pointed in the air, and saw a large piece of golden light falling with the flame. In an instant, it illuminated the bottom of the water. The golden light and flame completely covered the chain that bound the Water Lord.

The rust and dust on the chain that had been deposited for thousands of years continued to fall off under the burning of the flame, and the chain became brand new. The densely packed things on the chain, as if written in blood, also became as if newly engraved.

"Water Lord, now is not the time for you to go out. Please stay for a few more years."

The Water Lord roared in anger, and his huge body pulled the huge chain. When he was about to rush out of the water, he was pulled back by the brand new chain and continued to be trapped there.

Wen Yan was shocked when he saw this scene.

He felt that Shuijun and the Thirteenth Ancestor had a good relationship before, but why did Shuijun have such a strong malice towards Lieyang before? Everyone seemed to know that Shuijun wanted to kill Lieyang.

Is this the core reason?

But before Wen Yan could take a few more glances, the images flashing in front of him began to get faster and faster.

"If the gods in heaven knew what you are doing now, they would probably clean up the mess right away..."

"What kind of people are occupying the high positions in the mountains and hills of this world?"

"I will go and explain things to them one by one."

"If the great virtuous teacher is still here, he might wipe out everything he has opened up."

"We Taoists are supposed to check for leaks and make up for the inappropriate defects, but you are afraid that this gap will be filled. What a filthy thing."

"Bah, I am a great man from Fuyu, standing tall and upright, are you worthy of fighting with me?"

"It's just a mere one or two hundred thousand ghost soldiers. You cowards, why don't you hide under the skirts of the maids and hide. I'll be back soon."

A large number of memory fragments, like a torrent, emerged in front of Wen Yan.

There were all kinds of messes in it, including scenes of training and fighting, and some scenes of conversation.

Wen Yan couldn't count them all, and there was no time to read them now. He could only feel that almost 80% to 90% of the parts were either fighting or on the way to fight.

Those who could fight and those who couldn't fight were almost all beaten by the Thirteenth Ancestor.

As countless pictures flashed by, Wen Yan realized that these were actually the key points.

Those powers and the extra progress added by Lieyang were just incidental benefits.

The Thirteenth Ancestor had a little consciousness or a little obsession left here. What he disliked most was that the younger generation said that they would follow the will of the ancestors and complete something.

He hoped that the younger generation would inherit only that kind of will and spirit, instead of hoping that the younger generation would ignore the reality and just blindly do the same thing.

Wen Yan said that he didn't really want to carve Lieyang into the heaven, but the Thirteenth Ancestor was happy.

Back then, the Thirteenth Ancestor was a representative of rebellion, deviating from the orthodoxy, but insisting that what he wanted to do was right.

He only hoped that the disciples of Fuyu Mountain were not the kind of stinky Taoist priests who kept saying that the laws of the ancestors were immutable.

Things change, and human power is hard to estimate. Only people in the era can find the most suitable things for the era, which is the long-term way.

In addition, Wen Yan has met his aunt and raised the little zombie at home. After telling this information, the remaining consciousness of the Thirteenth Ancestor is willing to recognize Wen Yan.

The most precious wealth in his life is not strength, but those insights, experiences, and methods.

A stone from another mountain can polish jade. At this moment, he gave this stone from another mountain to Wen Yan, hoping to help Wen Yan polish out the jade that belongs to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan cannot practice Taoism, and many of the things related to Taoism are not very useful to Wen Yan, but it is always good to gain more experience.

Countless pictures stopped suddenly at the last moment.

A stone tablet with the word "scorching sun" written on it was brought to Xiyu County by someone and inserted into the yellow sand.

In this perspective, the other party cannot be seen, and only the other party's tone seems to be very unhappy.

"Shameless Taoist priest, you still miss your wife even after you die.

You know that your enemies will probably dig up your grave and whip your body after you die, and even smash your tombstone.

Do you know how many pairs of feet I have worn out in order to carry your tombstone to this shitty place?

Damn it, it's really hard to repay the favor I owe you.

You're dead now, and I can't refuse.

Damn it, even a stink bug dares to provoke me?

Hey, I have such a bad temper..."

The scene ends here, and only the stone tablet stands crookedly in the desert. The voice of the person who carried the stone tablet gradually fades away, as if he is fighting with something.

All the scenes also end here.

Wen Yan's eyes are left with endless flames, which are the result of the gathering of too strong yang energy.

The flames continue to flow into his body, but then flow out again.

These yang energies are not what he can absorb, or he is unwilling to absorb them.

He can feel that if he absorbs all of them, it will inevitably lead to the result of forcing the growth of seedlings.

And these forces seem unwilling to help him forcing the growth of seedlings. After circulating once, they only help him temper his body inside and outside.

The one who benefits the most from these flames is actually the one who has been following Wen Yan all the time. Gray cloth.

The color of the gray cloth, in its normal state, began to gradually turn a little red, and there were some more cloud patterns and flame patterns on the surface, all of which were erratic and seemed to be constantly changing.

The flames gradually converged, the surrounding red light began to fade, and things other than the flames and red light began to appear.

Wen Yan saw the Fiery Sun Monument appear in front of him again, and saw the underground hall.

The Fiery Sun Monument was the same as before, constantly emitting blazing yang energy. In terms of intensity and total amount alone, this Fiery Sun Monument was already stronger than the one Tuoba Wushen had near midnight.

He could feel that these forces seemed to be guided to spread out, and were used in a fixed route and way, so that they were not spread out in vain.

Now Wen Yan somewhat understood why the headquarters was so safe. , the head of the headquarters is not worried that he will fall into the old dream inexplicably after knowing something.

With this Fiery Sun Monument suppressing it, it is difficult for any ghost thing to affect the headquarters.

It seems that the core reason why the entrance and exit of the Rakshasa Ghost Market cannot be opened in the capital is this Fiery Sun Monument.

There is something with more yang energy than Tuoba Wushen at the peak of midnight, suppressing it all the time. It is reasonable that there are few cases here. Evil ghosts and evil ghosts should be difficult to be born within a certain range of the Fiery Sun Department headquarters.

Wen Yan stood in front of the Fiery Sun Monument, his head was still a little buzzing, the Thirteenth Ancestor gave him too many things at once.

And they are all his shortcomings. He doesn't practice Taoism, and some things also need to be understood and studied.

Standing there for a long time to digest, after feeling calm, he began to check the lifting

Lieyang's additional progress has appeared 1% ten times in a row, and now it has reached 80%.

But this time is the same, it just prompts the special effects that have been there before, and the effect is enhanced again.

There are also some effects, that is, the probability of all the titles related to probability has also increased.

As he guessed before, those probabilities are one-third of the progress of his highest-progress ability.

However, Wen Yan speculated that this time it can affect all other abilities and titles, which may also be related to the fact that he began to integrate all the power after the eighth stone gate was opened.

These powers, abilities, titles, special effects, and Taoist scrolls have begun to have a closer connection.

Lieyang's progress has reached 80%, but there is still no new special effect. Wen Yan has some guesses in his heart that it must be accumulating power.

Whether it is the person who wants him to do that thing or the person who doesn't want him to do that thing, they have completed the same thing together.

That is to plant the thing itself in Wen Yan's heart.

This also leads to Wen Yan himself considering whether to do it or not.

Regardless of whether he did it or not, the progress of Lieyang was reflected in that the new special effects that were supposed to be derived did not appear, and all the progress was temporarily accumulated, waiting for his final decision.

To be honest, Wen Yan had experienced another meeting with the residual consciousness of the Thirteenth Ancestor, and he was very sure of his decision.

He didn't want to carve Lieyang into the Heavenly Palace, nor did he want to fulfill the wishes of those who were looking for trouble with him every day.

He didn't want to carve it into the Heavenly Palace because he knew what the ordination was. As long as it was engraved into the Heavenly Palace, the final result would still be that one or two families in the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, or people in the Three Mountains and Five Mountains could be ordination.

But people will change. In the past, Taiyi Temple had produced many respected Taoist priests, Taoist priests who practiced saving people from suffering all their lives, and Taoist priests who went down the mountain to carry guns and sacrificed their lives for the country.

But what happened later?

The Three Mountains and Five Mountains have always been there, but the people who control the Three Mountains and Five Mountains may not be the same as before.

Grandmaster Uncle has always practiced the educational philosophy of emphasizing virtue over strength, because he witnessed the continuous decline of Fuyu Mountain since he was a child, and knew that if Fuyu Mountain did not want to be a flash in the pan, it must not prioritize the pursuit of strength.

If the atmosphere is ruined, it will destroy Fuyu Mountain.

For decades, Fuyu Mountain has always been at the bottom of the list, and the people who can show off are not as good as many people below the Three Mountains and Five Peaks.

That is to say, there is still a zombie cave, otherwise, who knows what will happen.

Wen Yan does not disbelieve in the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, he just does not believe in people.

Today's Taiyi Temple may be the ending that Fuyu Mountain may face in a hundred years, who knows.

Even if he engraved the scorching sun into the heaven, what's the use.

It's just a new auxiliary Taoist talisman.

Look at the talisman of the goddess of relief, which has appeared for half a year. The difficulty of granting the talisman is actually very low. The requirements for talent and strength are not high, but the requirements for fit are slightly higher.

The final impact, is there any earth-shaking change?

No, according to estimates, this kind of change, if you want to change the situation, it will take at least several decades to see results.

Wen Yan doesn't think that a scorching sun engraved into the heaven can have any huge impact on the current version.

Maybe the impact is not as good as him doing something in person.

But if it is not engraved, look at what happened in these days, almost all things are rooted in the scorching sun.

It is foreseeable that this kind of trouble will continue to come.

Unless he really dies one day, or he has engraved the scorching sun into the heaven, this kind of trouble will stop.

By then, it will be a new trouble at most.

For things that have been decided, some people who don't know him at all will pursue different interests and consider different backgrounds than now.

Wen Yan already has the answer in his heart.

He has been disgusted for so long, and they come to mess with him without any grudges. If these people do what they want, he thinks that when he dies in the future, he will be so angry that he will sit up from the grave when he thinks about it.

Wen Yan took a breath and turned around. The general manager and the old Taoist priest were still waiting here.

"How do you feel?" The general manager couldn't help asking when he saw Wen Yan turn around.

"It feels okay. My body feels like it has been burned and forged by fire. I feel that my body has become stronger and my Yang energy has become stronger.

As for other things, I don't feel anything."

The old Taoist priest stood aside with his hands in his pockets, smiling, staring at Wen Yan's footsteps.

It seems that there is no difference from before, both of them have some meaning of footwork, but the old Taoist priest can still see the subtle difference.

Before, he was instinctively alert, and his body was in a state that he could burst out immediately when necessary without deliberately maintaining it. It was a very standard posture of a martial arts master.

At this moment, Wen Yan's footsteps seemed to be the same as before, but in fact, they were much more restrained, with more Taoist rhyme, a bit like a Taoist priest who was ready to step on the Yu step and open the altar to cast spells when performing tasks.

That almost instinctive rhythm is basically only possessed by Taoist priests who have practiced Taoism for many years.

How could a guy like Wen Yan, who would have a headache after reading the scriptures once, have such accumulation?

Moreover, the Yang Qi in Wen Yan's body is fierce but not dry, big but not empty, and there is a very orderly method between stillness and movement, unlike that Tuoba Wushen, who is just huge and blazing, but difficult to control.

The old Tianshi has already made a judgment in his heart, but he said nothing.

As time passed, the old Tianshi actually understood that the world has changed, the world has changed, and people's hearts have changed. Many things cannot be recorded.

But he is not sure and does not know what to do best.

All he can be sure of is to observe Wen Yan, understand Wen Yan, feel Wen Yan's power, and finally judge Wen Yan.

There is no problem with the person, the power, the idea, and everything, so the final result will at least not be the worst.

At this moment, feeling the power in Wen Yan, there is a harmonious charm, as if he is a Taoist priest who has practiced Taoism for many years.

The old Tianshi knew that no matter how it changes, it will not be the worst result.

And now there are so many changes, and Wen Yan's change is not missing.

Yunhai Cliff, he was indeed a little bit unable to suppress it before, and he didn't lie. In the end, he suppressed it again, which was the change brought by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan walked forward and greeted the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest nodded and said nothing, but encouraged him with his eyes.

"Yunhai has moved again. I'm leaving first. Let Wen Yan take the magic sword. I'm afraid your gray cloth is itching."

The old Taoist priest left a word and prepared to leave.

Wen Yan listened to this and looked down. Sure enough, a corner of the gray cloth wrapped around his left arm fell down. He pretended that it was not wrapped well and fell off a little.

Wen Yan knew at a glance that it was the gray cloth that was itching.

The old Taoist priest smiled, pinched the finger print with his hand, and disappeared in an instant. Only a magic sword was left floating in the air.

Before the magic sword landed, the gray cloth flew out with a whoosh and wrapped around the magic sword, as enthusiastic as seeing a relative.

Wen Yan didn't care. The closest thing to Huibu was the magic sword, besides the Chunjun mace. At first, it was the gray cloth that wrapped the magic sword. It was infected by the magic sword and the bad parts were worn away. Even if it went up the stone gate, Huibu had to carry the magic sword.

On the other side, the original body of the old Tianshi was sitting by the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling in front of him. The white sea of ​​clouds in the past had turned black at this moment.

In the sea of ​​clouds, the demonic spirit was soaring to the sky, and the ghostly spirit was gloomy. In the rolling clouds and mist, the black clouds could be vaguely seen gathering and gradually turning into a human face. Behind the human face, the rolling clouds and mist seemed to turn into a huge snake, winding around the mountain.

The human-faced giant transformed by the clouds and mist rolled and looked at the old Tianshi sitting on the cliff.

"Old Heavenly Master, the portal in the sea has been opened, and you can't do anything about it.

The portals on the land are appearing more and more frequently, and you can't stop them.

It won't be long before there will be complete chaos.

How about we discuss and make a result that satisfies both you and me?"

The huge human face spoke, and the sound of the wind whistled, turning into a hoarse and strange voice with constantly changing tones.

In the sea of ​​clouds, lightning flashed from time to time, and the giant object transformed by the clouds and mist gradually raised its head as the clouds and mist rolled. The face of the clouds and mist, which was tens of meters long, came to the edge of the cliff, waiting for the answer of the old Heavenly Master.

The giant face of mist was persuading, and as it spoke, a snake tongue transformed from mist appeared from the face, and wisps of mist spread out, silently following the cliffs and spreading silently toward the top of the cliff.

The old Taoist priest sat on the mat, raised his eyelids, stretched out his two hands, and looked at it helplessly.

"I'm afraid I will really have to thank you for your friendship in person one day. After all, I couldn't help but look at you more."

Last time, he got a hand, but this time he got two arms, plus the route flowing in his chest.

The old Taoist priest clasped his hands together, transformed into the Ziwu seal, stood up, and bowed slightly to the sea of ​​clouds.

In an instant, the big altar behind him shone brightly, and a stick of incense in the incense burner suddenly lit up.

This stick of incense was the meaning of the imperial decree.

"Send you away."

With a low shout, it was as if an invisible and powerful force suddenly emerged. Outside the cliff, a strong wind suddenly rose, and the incense smell was blown by the wind, and it seemed to turn into wind and fire, whistling up.

When the wind and fire blew, the giant cloud and mist seemed to be suppressed by the wind and kept retreating. Those small movements and small clouds that extended out were all rolled up by the wind and rolled down to the center of the sea of ​​clouds.

The human-faced giant cloud and mist was shocked. The power that it had quietly penetrated to all directions through the clouds and mist was all rolled back.

"At this time, you are still hiding your incompetence?!"

The giant roared unwillingly and tried to resist, not to penetrate some power, but to see clearly what else the old Taoist priest had hidden.

A moment later, there were bursts of thunder in the sea of ​​clouds. When everything calmed down, the sea of ​​clouds returned to its original state.

The old Taoist priest stood there and sighed.

He explored on his own, but unfortunately, he was at least two orders of magnitude behind Wen Yan in terms of detail, just like the difference between having only branches and having luxuriant branches and leaves. For a tree, that is a world of difference.

He didn't want to look, but after feeling the change in the sea of ​​clouds, he couldn't help but take a look.

And this time, he couldn't see through the complex situation in Wen Yan's heart, and could only see the surface.