I am your natural enemy

Chapter 73 Holy Fire War Spirit, Protected by Abo (5k)

As soon as Wen Yan heard this, he knew that it must be the soul-eating beast, and it could never be anything else.

If there really is a second thing that is extremely huge and emitting blue light, everyone should wash their necks as soon as possible and wait for death.

If the souls swallowed by the soul-eating beasts had not changed from literal souls to abstract souls, the huge body of more than ten kilometers long would have eaten up all the souls in the three states in the past few days. .

It would probably take less than a few years to eat up the entire Blue Star.

Wen Yan secretly wondered, these fields are connected to each other, are they also related to the Soul-Eating Beast?

He calculated the time and found that the chemical plant field must have appeared long ago. The fake Mo Zhicheng did not start trouble after the arrival of the Soul-Eating Beast.

That should be related to the Soul-Eating Beast, but it can't be the only reason, nor can it be the main reason.

On the contrary, the water ghost realm, from a closed realm to the black water waters, may be the most affected.

This seemingly endless, deep sea-like body of water could not have been created by the Soul-Eating Beast. It should have existed within itself.

"Do you know where the big guy you saw fell? Which water surface?"

"I don't know. I only remember that one time. I never saw him again. I can't remember many things."

"Then where did the particularly strong man you mentioned, who could beat Bai Mao Zheng to death in the water, go to? Take me there to see."

After Wen Yan heard what Wang Xueqi said, he knew that the Lieyang Department's operation had begun. They had found a path and were preparing to enter the chemical plant area.

Still following the previous rhythm of the Lieyang Department, they continued to advance, and finally gathered a huge advantage and crushed it.

These have nothing to do with Wen Yan. Wen Yan is just giving information.

The person he wanted to find, according to Wang Xueqi's description, should be Qin Kun from Fuyu Mountain.

At present, the only person in Nanwu County who directly participated in the Duanzhou Lieyang Division operation and could keep Wang Xueqi away from Wang Xueqi in the water with his own Yang energy alone should be Qin Kun, a pure warrior.

"If he falls into the water here, will he drown?"

"I think so." Wang Xueqi nodded.

"It's because he didn't enter this water from your domain, so he wasn't affected by your domain, right?"

"I feel so."

Wen Yan nodded and thought to himself that it was a pity that he would not choke on the water here. He came from the water ghost realm, and the rules of the water ghost realm still covered him.

After carefully thinking about his last experience, it should be that as long as he is in this water area, he will be covered by the rules.

But if he goes to other areas and returns to this water area, the rules covering him may be refreshed, but as long as he comes here and comes into contact with Wang Xueqi.

The rules of the water ghost realm will cover him again because he is "dragged into the water" by the water ghost, and he will still not be drowned.

And all of this may require a major premise, which is to enter here from the realm of water ghosts.

Unfortunately, others cannot complete this crucial step because they cannot enter the realm of water ghosts at all.

As for whether entering this water from other places and letting Wang Xueqi touch the opponent can trigger the buff that will not drown, it is not easy to test. If this is not done well, someone will die.

We'll talk about this later, but now let's go see Qin Kun. He is Zhang Laoxi's senior brother after all. He can be familiar with him, or he can help guide him back.

We can't let Senior Brother be trapped and die here after knowing this. From what Wang Xueqi said, it seems to be very dangerous above the water.

Wang Xueqi led him to the water surface where Qin Kun left. Half of his head emerged quietly, and what he saw was blood and fire.

On the ground, blood gathered into streams and continued to flow into the small lake. There were corpses everywhere.

On the hillside in the distance, a large number of walking corpses were densely packed, and more walking corpses were gathering there from a distance.

The air was filled with the tragic aura of the battlefield, and the evil aura rushed towards the face and was breathtaking.

Wen Yan had never felt the atmosphere of a battlefield. As soon as he came out, he was punched in the face. His heart began to beat wildly and his adrenaline secretion accelerated. His shocked mind gradually returned to normal.

He was peeking out with half his head exposed, but nothing was paying attention to him. Everything was focused on the top of the mountain in the distance.

On the top of the mountain, a strong man in fine clothing was fighting with a figure in armor and full of evil aura.

When the two of them collided head-on, the banging sound they made was like someone beating a drum, making people's hearts seem to beat together.

As the two men moved around, fighting with bare hands, they could see with the naked eye the air waves that spread when they collided. A zombie approached, but was hit by the turbulent air waves. As if it had been hit hard, its body twisted and flew upside down. Got out.

The two were fighting faster and faster, and according to Wen Yan's eyesight, their arms seemed to have turned into afterimages.

There was a muffled sound, like a thunderous explosion, and fierce air waves flew up where the two of them were, and they flew out at the same time.

Qin Kun flew out quickly and used the walking corpses behind him to offload his force, killing a few of them. After he stood firm, he laughed out loud.

"happy!"

The guy opposite, who was wearing armor and had an evil aura on his body, said in a deep voice with a weird accent after he stood firm.

"You are qualified to know my name. I am the flag bearer of the Holy Fire Cult, Bayanmu."

"Fuyu Mountain, Qin Kun! Come again!"

"Fight to the death!"

Qin Kun shouted loudly, and the yang energy all over his body suddenly burst out. The fierce yang energy burst out with a tragic aura, and the meaning of bravery roared out like exploding and burning fire oil.

He took big strides and fell step by step. The ground was shaking slightly. One person was running wildly, but there was a sense of bravery like a team of heavy armored cavalry charging forward, never to look back.

The surging Yang Qi swirled and charged together, causing dust to fly wherever it passed. The walking corpses constantly pouring in around them would have their bones broken if they were rubbed by the blazing Yang Qi, and they would fly backwards on the spot and die suddenly on the spot.

The armored man opposite was also affected by Qin Kun's pure and strong fighting spirit. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was black energy in his hand. He condensed a big gun, and the black energy roared out.

"Fight to the death!"

The two of them collided head-on with each other with fierce force.

Wen Yan looked from a distance and saw only black and red colors colliding together. There was only a fierce collision, which continuously inspired the strong wind to spread. He was so excited that he couldn't see it clearly.

When the dust settled, he looked again and saw Qin Kun standing there, his clothes torn to pieces, exposing his tendons.

He followed the ancient ritual and saluted the armored man standing opposite.

"It's rare that you try your best and fight happily. Your Excellency, have a good journey."

The man opposite raised his hand.

"Fighting head-on and dying on the battlefield is the best destination for me. My wish is fulfilled. Thank you very much."

The armored man arched his hands, and the armor gradually cracked and shattered, turning into pieces and falling to the ground.

But inside the armor, there was nothing, it was completely empty.

After those armors were broken and fell to the ground, they quickly decayed and soon turned into scrap metal.

Qin Kun stood on the top of the mountain with his upper body bare, looking towards the small lake, and shouted loudly.

"A comrade is here, come out."

Wen Yan walked out of the small lake.

Qin Kun took a quick look, and his eyes suddenly froze. He saw the little zombie hanging behind Wen Yan like a pendant.

The little zombie hugged Wen Yan's neck, and seemed to hide back in fear, hiding his little head behind Wen Yan's head.

Wen Yan thought that the little zombie was frightened by Qin Kun's aura, or that Qin Kun's yang energy was too strong, making her feel uncomfortable.

He reached out and patted the little zombie's arm gently.

"Don't be afraid. This is Senior Brother Qin Kun from Mount Fuyu. He won't hurt you."

The little zombie tightened his arms and buried his head on Wen Yan's back, not daring to raise his head.

This was not the first time she had seen Qin Kun. Qin Kun had gone to the zombie cave in the back mountain to fight with the big zombie inside. His fierce and domineering attitude left a deep impression on the little zombie.

In the little zombie's impression, she has never seen someone like Qin Kun who can practice martial arts, and she has never seen those big zombies either.

Dazhang told her that martial arts practice gradually began to rise in the era of the beginning of the end of the law. By the time the Taoism declined and the martial arts completely flourished, it was already in the late stage of the end of the law.

At that time, the upper limit of martial arts training was actually just that.Later, it gradually developed to the point where it was not about foreign objects, but only about one's own body. At that time, no matter how talented a genius was, the upper limit was still the limit of flesh and blood.

The strongest person has reached the ultimate level of control over his body and power. A feather cannot fall, and a flying bird cannot escape.

Unfortunately, no matter how high the spiritual sense is, limited by the upper limit of the body, it may still be knocked down by a black gun.

Qin Kun, who has caught up with the good times since his spiritual energy recovered, may not be able to compare with the top warriors a hundred years ago in terms of pure control and realm, but his pure combat power has already exceeded the upper limit of the past few hundred years. Like a wild dog, it ran wildly in an inhuman direction.

Qin Kun stepped down from the mountain, and he was four or five meters away in one step. Those mindless zombies who were still approaching were all forced by Qin Kun's momentum and did not dare to get closer.

He looked at Wen Yan with a strange light in his eyes.

He knew about the little zombie in Fuyu Mountain. His great uncle had just called him because the little zombie was bullied by the wild zombies outside, and the big rice dumpling in Fuyu Mountain couldn't sit still.

However, at this moment, Wen Yan was seen carrying a little zombie on his back. The little zombie looked like a child who had gone out and saw a strange uncle with a ferocious face, burying his head and not daring to look at it.

All of a sudden, Qin Kun thought of many things.

"Hello, Senior Brother Qin. I am Wen Yan. I have heard of Senior Brother Qin for a long time."

"So it's you..." Qin Kun's eyes became more and more strange. He had just arrived in Nanwu County and had two small meetings. In both small meetings, he heard Wen Yan's name.

"I came in today and heard Wang Xueqi say that if you enter this water, come over and see if you can take Brother Qin out. There is no one to take you out under the water, so it is easy to get lost."

"Don't worry. All four fighting spirits here have been killed by me. There is no threat here anymore."

As Qin Kun spoke, he suddenly took a step forward and put one hand directly in front of Wen Yan's face.

The little zombie, who had been burying his head, immediately raised his head. The little zombie's hands and feet exerted force, triggering Wen Yan's movements.

The yang energy in Wen Yan's body suddenly moved and surged forward. He followed the little zombie's guidance, lowered his waist, put one hand on the ground, rolled back twice in a row, and exited three meters away.

The little zombie had a sullen face, imitating the sparrow cat, showing its little tiger teeth, and vented its anger at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun felt the yang energy covering Wen Yan's body, and the strange look in his eyes became even stronger.

"Fire Sun Fist?"

"Senior Brother Qin has a keen eye."

"Okay, little guy, come down and I'll give him some pointers. I don't want you to file a complaint against Grand Master and Uncle, saying that I bullied you."

The little zombie hugged Wen Yan tightly and refused to let go. He puffed up his little face angrily, as if if you dare to do something, I dare to let you touch me with your fist, and then justifiably file a complaint.

Wen Yan was eager to give it a try, and patted the little zombie gently.

"Be good, come down first. Senior Brother Qin is willing to give me some advice. That's a rare opportunity. There's still a while before dawn, so don't waste it."

The little zombie reluctantly let go of her hand. She also knew that this was a good thing for Wen Yan.

Wen Yan cupped his hands.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qin."

"You can take action by any means, with all your strength."

Wen Yan recalled the stance of Lieyang Fist, and made a big swing in his first move.

The moment Qin Kun stood there and blocked it with one hand, he saw the blazing sun energy on Wen Yan's fist surge ten times, and there was a muffled sound, which made Qin Kun secretly shocked.

"The strength is good, but the moment you open the door, you are already dead."

After changing his moves, his left fist came out from bottom to top again. Qin Kun used his other hand to hold Wen Yan's wrist.

The next moment, he saw Yang Qi surging on Wen Yan's legs, bursting out suddenly, with a sudden increase in strength and speed, which suddenly exceeded Qin Kun's prediction.

The moment Wen Yan slid his arms open, he jumped up and hit Qin Kun's chest with his knee.

Qin Kun did not dodge or evade, but bowed back at the extreme speed with his waist. His muscles trembled rapidly, taking away Wen Yan's strength. Then, with a shake of his waist, Wen Yan flew backwards.

"Yes, I just finished practicing the first stage of Lieyang Fist. I can have such a reaction. I have good talent and awareness. But the boxing technique is too rigid. In a real life and death battle, there is no chance to follow the steps. You just need to remember Stop, just beat the enemy to death, it doesn't matter which method you use. To practice martial arts, you must first strengthen your will. Under no circumstances can your will be taken away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Kun suddenly burst out with bravery. He seemed to be charging forward, carrying a soul-stirring sense of oppression.

Wen Yan stood there, as if he saw an increasingly larger bloody knight, holding a flaming spear, launching a brutal charge regardless of life and death. His mind was suddenly shocked, as if he was about to be charged in the next moment. Crushed to death.

In his mind, a blazing sun slowly rose, dispelling the instinctive fear in his body. He shouted loudly, advanced instead of retreating, and faced him.

Qin Kun's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

"Okay! Finally, I didn't humiliate the Lieyang Fist!"

However, the next moment, a muffled sound exploded in front of Wen Yan.

Abo, who fell into the lake, jumped out of the lake and jumped more than ten meters in an instant, standing in front of Wen Yan.

Without Wen Yan's cry, Abo opened his eyes and looked at Qin Kun across from him with empty eyes, his face expressionless, and the evil energy began to rise from his body.

As soon as his footsteps moved, he fought with Qin Kun.

Qin Kun landed a punch, but Abo did not dodge or dodge, and attacked with a standard corpse-holding method. The moment he was hit, his sharp claws that were grabbing at Qin Kun's chest suddenly turned and hit Qin Kun's arm. , leaving several traces of blood.

The black hair on Abo's chest was burned and broken by the fierce Yang Qi, and his chest collapsed. He flew backwards only two or three meters before he stabilized his figure.

His collapsed chest and bones crackled, and he returned to normal in an instant. The evil energy on his body became heavier and heavier, and he rushed out again.

Only then did Wen Yan react and shouted.

"Abo, I misunderstood, I'm back."

Abo paused, turned back to Wen Yan, and closed his eyes again.

Qin Kun frowned slightly, looked at the scratches on his arms, and then looked at Abo's chest, which had almost completely recovered, and the evil spirit had subsided again.

"When did Black-haired Zombie become so fierce? Is the corpse poison so powerful?"

He mobilized Yang Qi, and the scratches that had begun to turn black continued to make sizzling sounds. The corpse poison was forced out, and severe pain came, making Qin Kun frown slightly.

Abo's reaction, strength, and speed were far superior to those of the black-haired zombies he had ever seen. At first, he thought that Abo could only attack, not defend, and had no sense of fighting.

It wasn't until he saw that Abel could recover in an instant that he realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding. Such a terrible recovery power, exchanging injuries for injuries, and a one-hit killing style was what he should have done.

Especially this corpse poison is even more outrageous. He has never heard of black-haired zombies having such a strong corpse poison, even stronger than green-haired zombies.

He looked up and saw Wen Yan standing in front of Abo, explaining in a serious and thoughtful manner.

"Uncle, that's Senior Brother Qin. He's giving me advice. He's not trying to hurt me. Uncle, you misunderstood. I'm fine. I'm just practicing martial arts."

Abo closed his eyes and remained motionless, just like before.

Wen Yan turned around and came to Qin Kun.

"Senior Brother Qin, are you okay? This is a misunderstanding. My uncle is old and may have some Alzheimer's disease. He may have thought that I was going to be beaten to death, so that's why..."

On Qin Kun's arm, several scratches were still sizzling and smoking. After waiting for seven or eight seconds, the black blood on the wounds gradually turned into fresh blood.

"It's okay, it's just a scratch."

Qin Kun looked at Uncle with a strange look, and looked at Wen Yan even more strangely. He had some guesses in his heart, but in the end he didn't say anything, acquiescing to Wen Yan's explanation.

It makes sense for a black-haired man to suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

"Let me see if you do a set of Fierce Sun Fist. Let me see how you are doing?"

"okay."

It was rare to receive guidance from an expert, so Wen Yan immediately performed the Lieyang Fist on the spot. During the practice, the Yang Qi around his body circulated all over his body, opening and closing with great momentum.

"The practice is quite proficient, but it is too rigid. Zhang Laoxi is a Taoist after all. This boxing method is a complete mess. How long have you been practicing?"

"It's been almost seven or eight days."

"Huh?" Qin Kun was startled, with questions on his face: "How much???"

(End of this chapter)