The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 226 Holy Mother Steve?
"Believe in God, then we're right, with the Army"

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s exclusive logistics base for the Avengers, Captain America was humming a song, holding a few brand new shields, and walking in the corridor back to the dormitory.

He was in a pretty good mood.

The shield that symbolizes the United States is as close as his own wife to the virgin male team who has been single for 90 years.

Then, with four more shields symbolizing China, France, Russia, and Britain, wouldn't it mean that there are groups of wives and concubines enjoying the blessings of everyone?
Think about it and get a little excited!

Suddenly, Captain America, who was humming a song, paused at a corner of the dormitory area, frowning slightly and then quickly spread out.

In front of his dormitory door, there was a man leaning against the wall with his hands in his hands. When he came back, he raised his bald head that could reflect light, and smiled at Captain America.

"team leader!"

The lights in the hallway reflected people's faces.

The blood monk is also the old man of the Avengers!
It's a pity that his origin is unknown, and the villain is still whitewashed. After S.H.I.E.L.D. gradually absorbed some innocent superpowers in "Crazy Thursday", he was gradually marginalized.

Of course, the US team does not treat its comrades differently, and gets along well with the blood monk.

"Is there a problem?"

Captain America took a few steps, held all the shields he was holding with one hand, and took out the key from his waist, "Come in and have a cup of coffee first!"

squeak!
"No!"

The blood monk stood up straight, staring at Captain America's face with fierce inverted triangular eyes and said:
"I heard that your tail chicken has evolved, so I want to try your new power, Captain!"

"Let's compete?" Captain America became interested in an instant.

The blood monk paused, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Okay! I don't think there will be many chances to fight you in the future!"

Is it because of being marginalized?
It doesn't matter, real men only need a hearty fight to solve any problem.

"Okay! Let's go to the training ground!"

Captain America nodded heavily, threw the four newly arrived 'little threes' on the bed, lifted his 'principal wife', and walked to the closet.

"Wait a minute while I find a spare pair of shorts."

Tony did not become an Avenger, and the Avengers lacked the support of a local scientist, so the backup treatment was naturally a lot worse, but with the full support of S.H.I.E.L.D., at least their training ground is quite technological.

The empty fully-enclosed training ground and even the lamps on the roof are made of special alloys, which can withstand thousands of degrees of high temperature and impacts of ten tons per square centimeter, which is enough to ensure that the heroes' mutual learning will not cause the slightest impact on the outside world.

Dangdang Dangdang!
In this empty training ground reflecting the metal light, there was a rush of muffled sounds like raindrops echoing continuously. It was the blood monk 'forging iron'!
Resisting Captain America's attack with his physical body, the blood monk bombarded the star paint on the surface of Captain America's shield with one punch as if venting, and quickly wiped off most of the special paint, exposing the dazzling metal layer underneath.

boom!
After the blood monk threw another heavy punch, Captain America, who had been sandbags hundreds of times, didn't block it with a shield this time.

He tilted the shield, used his strength to spin around twice in the air, landed firmly, and threw the shield in his hand with a standard posture that has been honed over time.

The round shield flew towards the blood monk with the sound of breaking through the air, but it was blocked by his outstretched hand, and flew past the blood monk's hair, without meritorious deeds.

The blood monk who escaped the flying shield raid showed a puzzled expression.

The shield that was blocked by him drew a strange arc in the air, knocked on the side of the training ground, and bounced straight into the hands of the US team.

There is no trace of the use of any extraordinary ability. Is it pure skill?It's amazing!
He sighed in admiration in his heart, but the movements of the blood monk's hands were not slow at all, and his punches were like layers of huge waves, attacking the US team again.

After all, this time he came with a special purpose.

Soon, although there was no injury, the US team who had been beaten couldn't help it.

The temperature in the training ground rose instantly, and the intense heat wave permeated the air, making oxygen even thinner.

The blood monk could feel the scorching sun-like flames, and he stared at Steve Rogers, who had turned into a raging fire, with a satisfied smile.

"Fortunately, it's not polluted!"

Rogers, who clenched his hands into fists, didn't hear the blood monk's murmur, and asked while shooting a flame:

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, captain! I'm going to get serious too!"

Responding to Captain America loudly, the blood monk joined hands and made a strange handprint.

In the next moment, the blood mist all over the sky erupted like a flash of light, covering the special training ground with a length of [-] meters and a height of [-] meters, making it difficult to see. At the same time, dozens of high-speed cameras installed around the entire training ground also failed almost at the same time.

After the entire training ground was shrouded in thick bloody fog that was hard to see, a vague figure slowly rose from the shadow of the blood monk.

"Damn! Damn Falk!"

In the monitoring room, a trusted agent of Fury spit out the mantra of his boss.

boom!
In the blood mist that is hard to see, a streamer-like flame rampages in it, trying to find traces of the opponent.

Suddenly, the thick blood mist tore apart, and a figure rushed towards Captain America like a sharp sword.

Fraud!

This is the first reaction of Captain America, a master tactician, when he saw the exposed figure of the blood monk. He quickly threw out a few flames to force the blood monk and started to retreat at the same time, trying to distance himself from the blood monk.

but.
it hurts!

Captain America, who turned into Human Torch, suddenly lost his ability and turned back into a strong naked man, and then he suffered heavy blows to the head, spine, and side almost simultaneously.

When Captain America was about to lose consciousness due to the extreme pain, the sound of late breaking through the air came from behind him.

The blood monk is right in front of me, who is it that attacked me?
With such confusion, Steve fell into a coma.

In the thick blood mist, a burly man with six arms slowly walked up to him, and hit him on the back of the head when he was lying on the ground, ensuring that he would not wake up for a while, and then sat cross-legged Next to the naked American team.

"Asura, why did you choose him as the mother body for reincarnation? Captain America's strength is average, and he's still a man!"

"This world also has legends about the Virgin Mary giving birth to Jesus as a virgin."

Asura sat cross-legged, with six arms each forming a seal, with a dignified and solemn face:

"Virgins are fine, so are virgins! Strength is not important, gender is not important, what matters is character, will, and soul!
And he is the best and the best I have found in this world this year, a real saint, a real perfect man!Only such a living saint is worthy of giving birth to me, and will make the new me stronger! "

The blood monk remained silent, no longer answering, but stepped forward to turn the unconscious Captain America over, put his hands on his belly, and then took a few steps back, bowing his head and thinking silently.

Asura is an experimental subject in the Blood Demon Sect, a 'test-tube baby' who perfectly inherited the excellent traits of both the powerful Namekians and the blood of the Asura clan.

But after all, he is not a life born naturally. Although he has outstanding talent and amazing combat power, he is born with defects in blood, soul and other aspects.

Facing his problem, the inside of the Blood Demon Academy also gave a solution: just like natural life, just be born again!

But a trace of worry flashed in the eyes of the blood monk:
Jesus was born in Mary because he is the "Holy Son"; Sakyamuni came out of the peacock mother's spine because he has already proved the Tathagata, and their strength is far above the mother's body!

If the blood monk chooses by himself, he must choose the best among ordinary people, and he will not choose a superhero who is not weak at the risk of being backlashed.

"Take the lead and be afraid of the future, and mediocrity! Is that why I can't become a strong man?"

The blood monk shook his head, mocking himself in his heart, watching this genius fellow perform wonderful techniques, and wanted to get some tips and inspiration for nothing.

The moment he stared at Asura, the blood monk felt a piercing coldness rising from his back, biting to the bone, sweeping his whole body, making him feel like he was in an ice cellar.

That wasn't Asura's target, it was just the blood monk's instinctive fear in front of him who was casting all his spells.

That kind of fear is called - he can second me!

The blood monk kept his mind tightly, even though his spiritual sense was damaged, he still refused to look away.

I saw Asura's six hands holding seals gradually turned into six colors of cold light, spreading from Asura's six arms, and wherever he went, the flesh and blood, which was stronger and tougher than steel, melted like hot wax and added to the cold light .

In less than thirty breaths, the original red, purple and blue cold lights intertwined and merged on Asura's chest like water, and finally turned into an invisible pale white smoke.

At this point, most of Asura's body has been reduced to nothing, only his hideous head and half of his chest remain.

"Innumerable lives and deaths are here to die, and you will get the innate nature. I will go!"

The pale smoke in front of Asura's chest quickly condensed into his chest, and then the remaining half of his body gradually froze like a withered wood. When it withered away, Asura spat out a white egg from his throat.

The egg was about a foot in the beginning, but it shrank to an inch after a while, but the color became more and more colorful and bright.

The blood monk knew that this was the special ability of the Namekians.

Namekians have no gender and can reproduce by spitting eggs in their mouths, but Ashura's spitting eggs this time is different——

He injected all his life and soul into the egg, and what will be born from the egg will be a better and stronger 'Asura II' who inherits all his memories!
The blood monk let out a long sigh of relief, and waved out a streak of blood-colored horse-like real qi. The real qi circled around for a moment, wrapped the 'Asura egg' and fell into the belly of the sleeping US team.

After doing all this, the blood monk dispelled the blood mist covering the training ground, pretended to be a little embarrassed, and injected some real energy to wake up the US team.

In a daze, Steve seemed to hear someone calling himself.

"Captain? Captain! Wake up!"

Captain America slowly raised his eyelids and regained consciousness.

My whole body hurts. Oops, I'm still naked!

The awakened American team immediately subconsciously covered his buttocks.

Fortunately, there is no pain here!
Fortunately, you are not such a person!

Taking the spare clothes from the blood monk, Captain America breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the blood monk with a look of gratitude.

Captain America, who didn't realize that there was anything extra in his body, chatted awkwardly with the blood monk for a while, and finally said:
"Are you still weird?"

Blood Monk:? ? ?Could this be three years of being pregnant and stupid?
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(End of this chapter)