The headquarters of the Jiangcheng Special Incident Emergency Management Bureau, 11 o'clock in the evening. Director Zhao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, looking at the old town from afar.
"Director, the scene has been dealt with." Li Wei pushed the door. The report is in hand.
Director Zhao did not turn around.
"A corpse refining secret room was found underground in the Jubao Pavilion, covering an area of more than 300 square meters." Li Wei's voice could not hide its shock.
"The secret room has complete corpse refining equipment, seventeen semi-finished walking corpses."
"It's all dealt with?"
"Purify everything. But Director, you need to look at this. Li Wei handed over the tablet.
The screen displays an analysis report on the remains of the Bronze Armor Corpse King. The data made Director Zhao's pupils constrict.
"Lightning energy purity: 99.7%. Residual time: Expected to be more than three months. Attack method: Single-point precise penetration, one-hit fatal. "
Director Zhao tapped the tablet and turned the page.
"Corpse King Defense Level Evaluation: Can resist frontal bombardment from anti-tank missiles. Actual destruction: The internal structure is completely disintegrated. "
"What does that mean?" Director Zhao asked.
"It means that Mr. Chen's offensive power exceeds cognition." Li Wei said.
What's more, he has precise control over power. If he thinks, he can level the block with a punch just now. "
"Prepare the highest gift list and send it to the tattoo parlor tomorrow morning."
"In addition, notify all departments that Chen Mo has a safety level and a national treasure."
"No one is allowed to disturb."
Inside the urban village tattoo parlor. Chen Mo sat on the sofa. On the coffee table were the spoils of the Treasure Pavilion.
A fist-sized soul crystal, black light and cold. Several strange magic weapons, with a strong smell of blood.
A full map. The two fragments are spliced, and the underground dragon vein of Jiangcheng is clear.
Chen Mo gently stroked the map with his fingers, and spiritual power was injected. The map lines lit up, and the Jiangcheng dragon vein network unfolded.
The main vein runs through the center of the city, and seven branches are distributed around. The core of the main vein, the huge blood-red symbol beats.
"Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Sacrifice Formation." Chen Mo pronounced his name.
The old ghost remembered, he already understood the viciousness of this formation. Tomorrow at midnight, the dragon vein of Jiangcheng will be polluted. The city was reduced to death, and millions of people became the feeder of the yin corpse.
"Chen Mo, what are you looking at?" Anonymous came over with a pastry box, curious to look at the map.
"Some trouble." Chen Mo collected the map.
"So late, still not sleeping?"
"I can't sleep." Wu Ming sat next to him. "I always feel like something bad is happening."
Director Zhao turned around.
Chen Mo's heart was moved. Nameless intuition has always been accurate.
Suddenly, Wu Ming's body stiffened. The pastry box fell to the ground and made a noise. Empty eyes.
Chen Mo was alert. The last time the dragon vein map was activated, she did the same.
"Nameless?" He called out but did not respond.
Nameless lips tremble, making fuzzy syllables. Chen Mo held his breath and captured the words.
"Gold... Dragon... The words "... in red" floated out.
Suddenly, she spat out a word clearly.
"Order."
The syllable came out, and the air in the room was stagnant. Chen Mo's heart palpitated, and the ancient existence seemed to convey.
The clock stopped, the wind stopped, and the TV was blurred. Time freezes.
Chen Mo immediately withdrew the spiritual power injected into the map. Wu Ming's eyes recovered, and he looked around blankly.
"Just now... What happened? She bent down to pick up the pastry box and looked at Chen Mo in confusion.
"It's nothing, you're tired." Chen Mo touched his head, and his heart was in a huge wave.
Nameless identity is not simple. The word "edict" contains majesty. The golden dragon and the red robe, the fragments of memory point to the possibility.
"Chen Mo, I want to sleep." Wu Ming rubbed his eyes and his voice was sleepy.
"Go, I'll sit for a while." Chen Mo said.
Anonymous entered the bedroom. Chen Mo picked up the soul crystal. It's less than a day before midnight.
He must immediately arm himself to restrain the forces of the formation. Purple electric unicorn to the sun, hard rush blood sacrifice formation, energy hedge huge. Outside the Yin Shimen, the river city suffered.
Defeat the yin and disintegrate the formation. You need to control the yin power.
Chen Mo decided. He wants to tattoo the second seal of attack on his left arm.
[Detected that the host intends to use 'Hundred Ghost Crystals' for tattooing, the system suggests: 'Nine Nether Ink' can be refined to draw a Yin Seal System map.] ]
[Warning: The yin and yang poles exist at the same time, and there is a risk of loss of control. Hosts are advised to exercise caution. ]
"I know the risks." Chen Mo held the soul crystal. "This is the only way."
He put the soul crystal in his palm and activated the power of the [Vientiane Dao Fetus]. Powerful suction gushed out, absorbing the negative energy of the soul crystal.
The black light of the soul crystal was dim, and the resentment of a hundred ghosts was decomposed, purified, and reorganized by the [Vientiane Dao Fetus].
Chen Mo's body turned into an invisible furnace. The yin evil qi enters the body and transforms into pure yin power.
The process is painful. The cold yin energy flows in the meridians, and the flesh and blood are tortured by extreme cold. But the [Vientiane Dao Fetus] physique let him bear it and transform it into strength.
Half an hour later, the soul crystal lost its luster and turned into black powder.
In the small plate in front of Chen Mo, there was a puddle of dark liquid. [Nine dark ink].
Draw the top material for Yin seal tattoos, each drop contains the power of the underworld.
Chen Mo picked up the [Pure Spirit Needle], and the tip of the needle was dipped in [Nine Nether Ink]. He took off his shirt and exposed his left arm. The purple electric unicorn tattoo on the right arm is light. The left arm will stand opposite you.
Chen Mo conceived the pattern. It is not a beast god, but an artistic conception scene.
A black Styx river, undisturbed, devouring deeply. On the river, there is a solitary boat, and the ferry man wears a hat and holds a long pole, his face blurred.
Pattern name, [Huangquan Extradition Map].
Chen Mo's needle tip pierced his skin, and the ink of the nine shadows seeped in. The extreme chill spread from the left arm throughout the body.
The cold is not a harsh winter, it is the dead silence of the soul. Chen Mo painted.
Each stroke drops, and the temperature of the left arm drops by one point. The River Styx has clear outlines and flows. The lonely boat body emerged, and the figure of the ferry man was looming.
The last stroke, the long pole in the ferryman's hand. This is done, and the left arm is hypothermic.
The breath of devouring life and death emanates from the tattoo. The temperature in the room plummeted, the air froze.
Chen Mo got up and felt the two forces in his body. The right arm is thunderous, and the left arm is dark.
Yin and yang, life and death, the two ultimate forces have reached a balance in him.
He walked to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. Chen Mo's left and right arms breathed differently.
The right arm flashed with thunder, destroying the majesty of evil. The left arm is lifeless, and the extradition of the soul is mysterious.
There is no conflict between the two forces, and the Vientiane Tao fetus is harmonized, forming a yin and yang cycle.
Chen Mo moved his wrist and felt the new power. [Huangquan Extradition Map] Manipulate yin energy and act on the soul.
The living and the dead have no resistance in the face of power.
He looked at the clock on the wall, two in the morning. Less than a day before the midnight blood sacrifice.
Chen Mo wore a black sweatshirt to cover his tattoos. He walked to the bedroom door and saw that he was asleep without a name.
The girl curled up in the quilt and breathed steadily.
Chen Mo stood for a moment and said. "Nameless, wait for me in the shop."
"When I'm done, I'll take you to eat the biggest and best strawberry cake."
The voice was soft and didn't wake her up. This is appeasement and promise.
Chen Mo turned around and walked to the store door, and his phone rang. Director Zhao's information.
"Mr. Chen, intelligence shows that the main force of the Yin Corpse Sect has made a big move tonight. If you need support, please feel free to contact us. "
Chen Mo looked at the information and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He replied with four words.
"No, I'll go."
After sending, Chen Mo pushed open the store door. The night wind blows, with a cool feeling. He looked up at the sky, dark clouds and no starlight.
"It's time for the opening of the banquet." Chen Mo wore a hat and his figure blended into the night.
"I'll take you on your way."