The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 189 The Fallen Spider

This red-clothed monk is so powerful, and he will keep getting bigger, and he has almost grown to [-] meters!

Peter dodged left and right, clapped his palms and punched, feeling the increasing strength of the blood monk, and wanted to take him to the research institute to check his body, to see how this buddy mutated, how did his strength increase? Same as the end.

At this moment, the Blood Monk's muscles were two times bigger than in the first battle, and his whole body turned into muscle lumps that slowly trembled and swelled, and his forearms were thicker than Peter's thighs.

His gushing and burning blood permeated his whole body, and even gradually flowed like substance, condensing into a translucent blood armor.

The blood monk also secretly complained.

"Why does the power of this spider-man seem to grow as my power grows?"

He fell into the misunderstanding of self-knowledge. Seeing that Spider-Man was thin and thin, and he was still an agile fighter who relied on spider silk to walk and predictive sensing, he thought about losing ten times with one effort.

If I am in the third realm of Immortal Dao, with five buffs added to my body, how would you deal with a huge force of [-] jin?

But he almost burned his own blood dry, and his strength doubled from the one hundred thousand catties, but the spider-man's strength was still bottomless, still maintaining a level similar to his.

No, you can't lose!

The fighting spirit in the blood monk's eyes was soaring, and the muscles in his body swelled up again, and he exchanged injuries with Peter like a beast.

Boom!
With great force, Peter hit the blood monk's abdomen with a strong explosive sound, and kicked him into the concrete floor. Dust filled the ground and the ground was cracked.

In the big pit several meters deep, the Blood Monk, whose whole body was shattered like mud, struggled to stand up for a long time, crawled out of the pit, and looked at Spider-Man not far away with resentment and fear.

The battle suit made by Stark on Peter's body was also damaged in many places, and his whole body was torn apart, but it was obviously much better than the blood monk.

"Now tell me, who are you guys?"

"Pooh!"

The blood monk didn't answer, spit out blood, panted heavily, and turned his eyes to his companion for help, but only got a mocking and disdainful look like looking at garbage.

"Asura~" Although stung by the contemptuous gaze, the blood monk still opened his mouth tremblingly.

This is not only the 'race' of one-third of his monster companion, but also his name.

"waste!"

Asura, who embraced six arms, smiled contemptuously, mocking his incompetent companion mercilessly:
"I've said it a long time ago, the five limits of mind, body, aura, and energy cannot be tricked.

You rely on the nondescript 'Original Force Qi Blood Dragon Tiger Body' and 'Blood River Immortality Method' to reach the four limits of mind, body, qi, and momentum at the same time, how can it be so easy.

To be hanged and beaten by a mutant native is really embarrassing to our Blood Demon Academy! "

The way of immortality is to discover the potential inside the body in the third stage of condensing the body, and open up secret "hole points" like stars in the depths of the flesh, internal organs, bone marrow, etc. inside the human body. There is no fixed number of points, but generally the more The more the stronger.

However, it is useless to open up more acupoints if one wants to achieve the fourth level of "Heavenly Man" and become a high-level monk.

Only when one of the five fields of mind, body, qi, technique, and force reaches the "limit state", can one break through heaven and man.

The limit quantity at the time of breakthrough also corresponds to the quality of the Earth Immortal Dao Golden Elixir, the five limit breakthroughs correspond to the first grade of alchemy, the fourth limit corresponds to the second and third grades, the third limit corresponds to the fourth and fifth grades, and so on.

Resentment flashed across the eyes of the blood monk, but he still lowered his head in humiliation: "You are right, I am too weak!"

"Hahaha!" Seeing his companion's clothes softened, Ashura stretched out a long green and slender arm from his bosom, covered his head, and laughed freely and wildly.

With a long whistle, Asura's huge aura dissipated in an instant, and he walked towards the vigilant little spider step by step, and stretched out his index fingers with six long hands at the same time.

"Six gas cannon!"

Six streamers of different colors converged at his fingertips, and the fine arcs disappeared instantly without the slightest sound, and appeared in front of Peter in the next instant.

Peter was shocked, and his whole body twisted into a soft and twisted posture as if he had no bones, trying to avoid the attack.

He dodged, and six beams of light blasted the buildings behind him into dust.

He didn't dodge it either, as if struck by lightning, he suddenly let out a dull snort and spit out blood.

"Knew it!"

Asura smiled recklessly, the light from his fingertips spread out like bursting stardust, blending into the ubiquitous air.

"The common fault of this kind of combat intuition: often you only have a premonition of 'high danger' damage, but you can't maintain the same sensitivity to the existence of 'no harm'. Your intuition is strong enough to the level of 'prediction', and you can't escape it. such restrictions."

Asura put his six green arms together in twos and said: "It's over, control the six qi, change endlessly!"

Wind and rain, cold and heat, darkness, how can such changes directly harm the human body?
Breeze and drizzle, changes in heat and cold, light and darkness.

Such changes are always 'harmless' to human beings, but when their amount accumulates to a level beyond human capacity, they are 'harmful' again.

Obviously, Peter's spider sense does not have a limit to identify them as harmful or harmless.

He only felt hot and cold in his body, like a knife cutting like a hammer, but he couldn't sense where the attack came from, he could only stagger and want to run to attack the six-armed man not far away, but he was running Suddenly, his mind went blank.

So, without warning, Spider-Man fell, and under the footage of a helicopter in the distance, he fell in front of most people watching TV in New York.

Spider-Man is different.

For the people of New York, this "boy next door" who has been active in New York for more than ten years is closer, more familiar and more trustworthy than heroes such as Iron Man and Captain America.

He is both the "god" worshiped by New Yorkers and the "people" around them.

When he fell, the city of New York fell.

When Li Hao and the others arrived, they only saw a piece of ruins and a weeping female reporter.

The reporter said that if a word is wrong, money will be deducted. Her intermittent crying is enough to deduct her salary for ten years and fire her ten times, but no one cares about it.

The sky is clear in New York today, but from Manhattan to Brooklyn, from villas to bungalows and dilapidated houses, many people's cheeks were wet by the rain.

"Do you want to save him?" Hopley whispered, "If you save him at this time, you will definitely gain the favor of the natives of this world!"

"It's late!" Huan'er pointed to the sky.

A somewhat damaged steel suit flew over, and with the help of several enthusiastic people, it wrapped the unconscious Spider-Man and flew away.

"Why not just kill him?"

In an alley, the blood monks who had recovered in sevens and eighties were a little upset.

"Are you questioning me?"

Asura's faint black eyes looked over, and the blood monk trembled in fright, "No!"

"That's good, let's go!" Asura's footsteps sounded.

The blood monk hurriedly followed, his blood red eyes stared at Asura's back, the bottom of his eyes was full of hatred, but he didn't dare to refute, he could only curse in his heart.

"It's just a mix of Namekians and Asuras. What's so proud of a bastard experimental product, dare to use the name Asura"

(End of this chapter)