Chapter 664 The King's Order, Rising the Wind

Wen Yan was originally planning to tell him a lot of things that the Idea King Necromancer told him, and after the rest, he would go to the head office to talk to the head office.

For example, let’s talk about a list, relying on this list, follow the clues and find out the people of Shenzhou who are related to the Necromancer. The difficulty is not particularly high.

There is also the poison released by the Necromancer before. Without the continuous promotion of the Necromancer and the cost-effective investment of the institute, it will be easier to target it in the future.

The simplest thing is that the speed of poisons and changes will return to normal levels.

The corresponding research and effective parts will not be deliberately targeted.

Wen Yan thought about it and found an excuse for the Necromancer, preparing to come to the headquarters and have a chat with the headquarters.

But before that, Wen Yan has something else to do.

He found Born.

"You go back to the Sea of ​​Dead, I want to know that from today on the Sea of ​​Dead, to the next ten days... no, something special happened in half a month.

In addition, if you or I say something, it will be called by you within the next half month.

Otherwise, no undead with wisdom will be allowed to respond to the summons of others. ”

"Affect your orders." Born was a little excited and finally got the order. Yes, that's it, this is the king.

Born thought about it and thought about it. Now he would see which damn undead dared to violate this order.

At that time, it is best to kill two more powerful undead spirits, so that the idiots in the sea of ​​undead remember that there are kings in the sea of ​​undead.

After Born responded, Wen Yan stretched out his hand and put it on him, using the dark blue flames on the sixth stone door to complete a blessing.

After receiving the blessing, Born's body softened and fell to the ground. He canceled the summoning, threw down his body, and returned to the sea of ​​undead.

There is actually no change in the sea of ​​undead from the past.

There are still endless dead bones, wandering skeletons everywhere, some dead, and some crawled out of the sea of ​​skeletons, repeating over and over again.

As a skeleton mage summoned from the Sea of ​​Undead, Born naturally has some means.

A dark blue flame burned on his body, which was because there was too much power to be blessed, so he could not digest it at all, so he could only overflow and waste it.

Born waved the bone staff and consumed the power wantonly, releasing a spell with power many times beyond his ability.

Pass the decree of the Undead King.

Of course, what he said was not that polite, just a pure order, no reward, and no threat.

A wisp of dark blue power, the power of Wen Yan, turned into a ripple and spread silently.

All the undead with wisdom can receive this command.

But no undead thinks there is anything wrong with this. Just follow it and execute it.

At the same time, on the other side, the old master had also landed in the sea of ​​undead, and he was walking step by step in the sea of ​​undead.

The purity here made him unexpectedly. It was really a space filled with skeletons, which were used to gather into the earth. At the same time, it was also a sea of ​​skeletons.

The bones in some places are loose, and when they fall into it, they will continue to sink.

There are also some places where the bones below are densely packed and densely packed, and they are indeed as solid as the earth.

The air here is extremely dry and should be mixed with some toxicity.

The environment itself also contains strange powers and is extremely unfriendly to living things.

All kinds of pressures and negative effects are applied to him all the time. If it weren't for the previous transfer of his job, his body would have been much better than before. I'm afraid that the first day after falling here, I would have to be exhausted by this sea of ​​undead. god.

Just like Wen Yan said, there is either too intense power here, even an ordinary person, who can probably withstand it for a while after coming here, but no one can beat the sea of ​​undead by fighting for consumption.

On the first day of landing, the old master was lucky and did not encounter the wind of rest.

He did not consume his power, but just used his feet to measure this sea of ​​undead. When he encountered undead, he would avoid it and would not take the initiative to do anything.

He didn't know where the resting wind would appear, and no one could know this.

But he can choose which direction he may have the opportunity he wants to find.

One of the directions can make him feel great opportunities and dangers, and that must be there.

Half a day later, the old master noticed that the undead around him was not fighting, and they were all busy, and some undead even went to dig caves.

Silently, a breeze appeared out of thin air and began to blow in this area.

The old master was on the leeward side of the mountain, but it didn't work much, and the wind could still blow from two directions strangely.

The old master was blown to the front and seemed to have become three years older.

Sensing the soul swayed, the vitality was consumed, and the strength in the flesh and blood seemed to be taken away, the old master felt a little more joy.

It has been a long time since he felt this kind of thing that would make him feel at risk of falling.

If the ancient practitioners of Taoism had abandoned the power of magic and wanted to achieve great enlightenment and be reborn after death, they would generally have a serious illness. At the moment of death, from the body to the mind, they would begin to burst out with unprecedented unity, and seek survival with instinctive means. , to inspire all power.

After the final serious illness, you will wake up from a dream and have a great enlightenment, and your temperament may undergo a great change.

This is one of the so-called tribulations. At this moment, the old master felt that his life span was reduced, and his soul might truly sink forever here.

The power that could not be stimulated in the past finally began to be mobilized at this moment.

On the first day, the old master did not force himself, so he borrowed a skeleton cave and hid inside with the other party, adapting to the resting winds that were mostly weakened by the cave.

On the second day, the wind of rest disappeared, and the old master stretched out his hand, touched the skeleton head that curled up, indicating his concession.

"If you lend it to your cave, this thing is a reward. How you can create fortune in the future depends on yourself."

There is an extra rune mark on the skull.

But the skeleton, which was not very intelligent, still shrank into a ball and did not dare to move.

On the other hand, Wen Yan had already arrived at the headquarters of Lieyang Department at night.

“…It’s probably these things. I know so much. As for how to check, when to check, and when to take action, it’s the head office.

However, I still think it is better to be more secure in recent days.

The old master seeks the Tao. If someone knows it, he might take the opportunity to do something.

They may also dare to do things they didn't dare to do before. ”

"Yeah." The headmaster nodded, was silent for a while before asking, "Does anyone else know about where the old master is going?"

"No one knows it. Maybe those who know some clues are all smart people and don't want to know at all."

Speaking of this, Wen Yan looked up at the headquarters. The headquarters should not know where the old master was going, because before the old master found him, the old master himself didn't know that he was going to the Sea of ​​Dead.

Sure enough, the head office didn't ask.

As long as you don't know, this kind of secret cannot be stolen in any way.

Wen Yan said everything he should say, and he ignored the rest. The headquarter was clearer than him.

Wen Yan returned home and stayed at home in the next few days, rested well, and slept for eight hours a day.

After several days of continuous progress, his mental energy returned to normal. The sleep time he needed also returned to normal with the help of the title, and several hours were added out of thin air every day.

Read books and study, tease cats and children at home, and go see your stupid son when you have nothing to do.

The stupid son already knows Aba Aba, I don’t know what he is saying. Anyway, there seems to be no change, his eyes are clear and stupid, and he is also a little smart, and he obviously has a good IQ in the future.

A few days later, Wen Yan felt relieved after confirming that it was fine.

Of course, the real stupid son hasn't seen him for many days since the beginning, and he stretched out his hand to hug him, but he didn't react much when he saw Wen Yan.

Because Wen Yan didn't feed any delicious food, this delicious food specifically refers to the soul, especially the special soul.

For example, the painting that has been missed for a long time.

Another day passed, Wen Yan came to the underground beehive and summoned Born back at the agreed time.

"How is it today?"

"Today I heard that there is a resting wind in a place, and someone saw the old gentleman. Behind the old gentleman, there was a skeleton following him. I heard that the skeleton would help the old gentleman dig a cave to avoid the resting wind."

“…”

After confirming that the old master was still alive, Wen Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Okay, don't worry about anything. I just need news and confirm where the old man is."

If Wen Yan goes down in person, he will be 100% sure that Master Tian is fine and will come back in the end.

But then, it would be meaningless for the old master to go down once in person.

In a flash, the tenth day came, and the agreed time was reached, Wen Yan couldn't sit still.

He ran to Gauss' house and summoned Valak over again.

"Do you a favor and send me to the Sea of ​​Dead."

"Your Excellency, did you go on voluntarily?"

"yes."

"That's simple."

Holding the disposable card given by Varak, Wen Yan voluntarily fell into the sea of ​​undead.

Of course, this time I specifically told Gauss that ordinary summons are fine, no need to burn money.

As Wen Yan disappeared for two hours, the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds, which had been alive for some days, began to fluctuate a little again.

Those monsters, every now and then, come again.

On the edge of the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds, the old master's magic sword and magic body sat there motionlessly with his eyes closed.

On the altar behind him, a high-gong Taoist priest in purple robe had a solemn expression, waving his magic sword to open the altar.

This Taoist long aura is slightly different from that of ordinary Taoists, and he has also changed his position and become a cultivator.

Although this change of job is not helpful to Daoxing, its power is indeed much stronger than before.

It is precisely because of this that the old master dared to let others try it.

With the opening of the altar, phantoms appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. The phantoms were like walking on the sea of ​​clouds, standing in all directions of the sea of ​​clouds. Each phantom made different actions, some thunder-kneading methods, Some hold cloud seals, while others hold wind bags.

As the wind and clouds surging, thunder appeared with the collision, and the thunder continued to pour into the passage of the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds.

Gradually, the Taoist priest who was practicing, sweat slightly appeared on his forehead.

Only by doing it once can you realize how much pressure the old master had to face in the past.

After opening the altar for four hours in a row, the Taoist gradually couldn't hold on, and could even see the figures of monsters rolling in the sea of ​​clouds.

The old master, sitting by the cliff, closed his eyes and recited the mantra, guiding the Taoist to start using the power of cultivation.

Relying on those forces, while recovering, we can leverage more power at the lowest cost.

Finally, reduce consumption enough to reach a delicate balance with the speed of recovery.

This will greatly enhance the battery life.

It was another four hours, and the Taoist could not hold on. His face was like gold paper, his lips were bloodless, and the divine light condensed in his eyes was a little dispersed, and he could no longer hold on.

The old master's Dharma body finally stood up.

He came to the Taoist, put one hand on the Taoist's back, and let the Taoist continue to do the work.

In the sea of ​​clouds, thunder suddenly sounded loudly, and rolling thunder turned into a long river as the wind blew, pouring into the intersection of the sea of ​​clouds.

After a few minutes, everything became quiet.

"Let's rest." The old master's Dharma body ordered.

The Taoist sat on the ground with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it here.

He could see that this test should not be an ordinary test.

According to past experience, this must be a necessary temptation before a big impact, to consume the power of the old master.

"Call a phone call and let the other people come together, take the turn to try it out, you always have to exercise."

"yes."

Soon, several purple robes and high-quality masters from the Tianshi Mansion came.

They didn't know that the old master had already gone down the mountain, but they just thought that the old master felt that the current situation was and they had to prepare in advance, so they asked them to try it in their turn.

The old master's Dharma body was sitting by the cliff, looking at the sea of ​​clouds, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Just now, something seemed to have come.

It doesn't seem strong, but it may not die under the thunder that can trigger it, so it is definitely not a simple thing.

Moreover, I was in big trouble.

The Dharma body closes its eyes and does not move.

At the same time, on the other side, in the sea of ​​undead.

The wind of rest is still blowing, and the old master sits on the top of the mountain.

His face was thin, his cheeks were sunken, and his body seemed to be terminally ill. He had been unable to eat normally for a long time.

His hair turned white, and his eyebrows and beard turned silver.

His eyes were a little hollow.

After a while, suddenly, a ray of resting wind blew in from the soles of the old master's feet, along the bones, all the way up, through the internal organs, and finally blowing the cover of the sky, blowing a gap in the bones of the fontanelle. .

In an instant, the light of spirit rose up in the wind and jumped out of the fontanelle.

A fat little baby with bare butt was suspended above the old master's head, closing his eyes and allowing the resting wind to blow.