Marvel – Immortal Path

The vast sea is endless, the thick black clouds are dark and terrible, the muffled thunder is deafening, and the tragic lightning snake ruthlessly tore the night apart and shines on the noisy sea. A lonely dilapidated fishing boat.

The tyrannical raindrops poured down like arrows, the wind screamed, and the raging waves tens of meters high resembled the arms of the Titan giant in the myth, lifting the fishing boat high and smashing it heavily. Down.

"This damn storm! This damn trash Wireless Electronics!"

Boss angrily smashed the inferior cigarettes in his mouth, looking at a group of lean people on the deck The sailors of, dragging the thick hemp rope on the railing, are struggling.

Never return to the voyage,

because this is a smuggling boat, more accurately speaking, set sail from Malaysia. Stowaway boat heading for Gotham, a city on the West Coast of America.

The passengers on the ship are naturally poor people who are frustrated in Southeast Asia and want to pursue the United States dream. After giving Snake Head's savings for half a lifetime, they embarked on the bottom deck of this dilapidated fishing boat with restless and hopeful expectations.

bang!

The thick thunder and lightning of the bucket struck the mast at the top of the fishing boat, and the hull shaped by Steel Muscles Iron Bones was illuminated in a flash, and the gorgeous ripples visible from naked eye emerged from the mast. The top has been spreading down, falling into the bottom cabin of the fishing boat.

The melody of the loud sound continued to reverberate, and the Chinese teenager who was originally shrouded in the corner of the bottom cabin was slightly frowned, and a glimmer of doubt flashed in his eyes.

This 16-year-old boy is named Li Ang. His ancestors were from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It coincided with the turbulent times and famine that came down to Nanyang. With hard work, hard work and smart ability, he slowly accumulated a family in Nanyang. property, sitting on several rubber plantations, the rich side.

Unfortunately, later children and grandchildren didn’t fall in the middle of Xiao Family, and to Li Ang father this generation, the family property had already been defeated by bits and pieces. In addition, it was a rotten gambler, so he invested all the remaining land deeds and real estate. To the casino, hit the water.

Under poverty, Li Ang's mother died of depression, and his gambling-loving father was later cut off because of his wealth, Father Li borrowed the donkey roll loan usury He refused to give up and said that he would pay his debts. He threatened to dig three feet to get Li Ang out, let him sell his waist to make up for the usury, killing the chicken to warn the monkey.

Fortunately, before the road to heaven is unparalleled, Li Ang gritted his teeth and secretly left the mother with a pair of jade hand bracelets to the owner before the thugs of loan sharks caught oneself. Qian then fled and boarded the smuggling ferry sailing to a foreign country.

It’s just that the rest of the Illegal immigrants who were nesting with him in the bottom deck could not imagine that this ordinary Chinese teenager was shocked by the thunder and lightning just now Divine Soul, awakening the memory of his previous life.

"Thousands of years have passed in a flash..."

The cowardly boy who had been cowering suddenly stood up from the quail-like Illegal immigrants and walked in twos or twos. Next to the round window, the dirty and fuzzy glass looked towards the tumbling and stirring waves outside the window.

At this moment, Li Ang's face has completely faded from the juvenile immaturity, and the Blink in the vicissitudes of eyes has deep rays of light like a deep sea.

In his previous life, he was a Qi Refinement alchemist who lived in the mountains during the Han Dynasty. He specializes in transforming into Zhu Wei, Taotie, Qiongqi, Qilin, etc. Great Desolate Strange Beast, and he has already repaired Primordial Spirit Realm in Tang Dynasty. , But failed to survive the Thunder Tribulation caused by Refine Spirit to Void, and died.

Before the oil ran out and the lamp ran out, he used the method of military solution to throw Divine Soul into reincarnation, hoping to awaken his memory one day and step back on the road.

The young man stared at the dark Chinese teenager in the mirror, muttering to himself in Luoyang Mandarin during Han Dynasty: "the blue sea turned into mulberry fields things have remained the same, but people have changed, That being the case, I will abandon my previous life name and call myself'Li Ang' from now on."

He smiled frankly, walked back to the crowded bottom compartment, sit cross-legged, eyes closed, and wanted I sensed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but unexpectedly discovered that the thunderstorm area that should have been Spiritual Qi was actually like a desert. Only when the lightning fell, there was only one or two thin spiritual power.

Li Ang brows tightly knit, retrieve the memories in my mind.

Originally from the Martial King, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi gradually collapsed. During the Han Dynasty, there was still the Huainan King to cultivate the Taoist Flying Immortals, and Zhang Daoling established the Five Dou Rice Sect. By the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was not much left in the world. The magical tradition of inheritance,

In modern society, human beings are expanding rapidly. The barren mountains and remote areas that were originally considered Heavenly Paradise have been mercilessly invaded by the Iron City. It is even more difficult to cultivation.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. An alchemist allows his cultivation base to be towering, and without Spiritual Qi, he is also a castle in the sky.

"Ai, ill-fated."

Li Ang made one or two handprints concealed, and hurriedly gathered a few strands of spiritual Qi before the thunderstorm ended, and gathered them To the Sea of ​​Consciousness at the center of the brow.

In his previous life, he studied a wide range of things, from the straight and magnificent Taoist mentality, to the Buddhist secret collection of One Flower One World, and even the poisonous insect technique of Southern Desolate. The shaman witchcraft in Beimo knows a thing or two. It can be described as a double-legged humanoid self-propelled dao chart library, but there is no need to worry about the lack of practice of the cultivation technique.

Clouds and rains, just now, the furious waves that looked like a world apocalypse disappeared within a few breaths, and the peaceful sea was restored to the tranquility of a lifetime, leaving only a lonely crescent dotted with the starry sky .

The brightly lit night view of the metropolis in the far distance shocked the ship’s boss. He picked up Wireless Electronics and contacted the connector at Gotham Port.

This storm helped the smuggling boat very much. The coast guard stationed on the west coast was impossible at this time. The boat Boss cheered up and greeted the sailor cautiously and avoided the port of Gotham. The searchlight, silently drove to the dark corner where the light can't reach.

Cracking,

The trap door of the lower deck was opened. Dishevelled hair, battered and exhausted sailors shouted to the crowd of Illegal immigrants: "I have arrived at the destination, wait a minute Keep quiet when you go ashore, do you hear clearly?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, silently nodded.

The ship Boss turned on the walkie-talkie in a familiar way and muttered a few words. A medium-sized fish refrigerated truck marked "Mine Company" slowly drove to the shore where the fishing boat was resting.

A tall and strong black muscular man with a vicious face got out of the driver's seat of the truck, and after a few greetings with the boat Boss, the sailor led the Illegal immigrants to line up into the truck compartment.

Li Ang is crowded in the Illegal immigrants. Since he intends to cultivation for a long time, he needs an identity that can live in a stable and stable life. For the time being, follow the trend and see what the situation is.

The truck started the engine, and the huddled Nanyang Illegal immigrants whispered to each other, talking about the good life that was coming.

There are high-paying jobs here, there is a sound infrastructure here, and there is a lack of hope in my hometown.

Is it true?

Li Ang endured the sour smell from her body that she hadn't taken a bath for decades, and a playful sneer rose from the corner of her mouth.

Gotham, here I am.