Marvel – Immortal Path

The implementation tin box with complicated marks was held by Li Ang. As soon as Fang touched it, the tin box began to melt rapidly, clinging to him like thick asphalt with autonomous consciousness. arm.

The cold molten iron slowly condenses, and finally changes into the appearance of a bone-chopping kitchen knife on a butcher shop.

This kitchen knife is azure black, and the blade and handle are self-contained and flat. Unsurprising, unpretentious and unpretentious, only the thick knife is engraved with the four vermilion characters of "national hero" with iron painted silver hook and vigorous and powerful, I don't know what it means.

Li Ang shook his hand, and the bone-chopping kitchen knife began to erode rapidly, melted into a pool of molten iron hanging in his palm, and in an instant it recondensed into a long spear, a rapier, a giant axe, and a short spear.

He shook again, and the short spear in his hand was melted into terrifying beast claws, covering Li Ang's right arm, with sharp and protruding bone spurs piled on it. With a slight movement, he quickly cut the air. , There is no doubt about its lethality.

Constantine and Rebecca next to him have long been dumbfounded. It is not difficult to refine ignorant dead objects into Magical Artifacts. According to rumors, in the distant land of Europe, also wizard can use water. Silver is made into a magic ceremonial outfit called Moon Spirit Liquid, which can also change into various shapes like the iron block in Li Ang's hand.

However, they have never heard of a magic circuit that can be tattooed on Magical Artifact.

And not one, not two, but fifty.

Know that magic circuit is similar to The Gifted, which is generally stored in the human body by the brain and nerves. What Li Ang does is like crushing a talented top magician into powder, crushing it and casting it. The same in the iron block.

"This is impossible!" Constantine cried out, "Any metal has its magic conductivity, just like conductivity. This is the basic attribute of matter. The magic conductivity of iron is not as good as it. Mithril is inferior to fine gold, bronze, or even wood. Not to mention the magic power of circulation, but a little bit of Ether can cause ordinary steel to decay and ruin."

Rebecca is also the case. With a dazed face, her world view was slightly shaken, but the deep-rooted researcher rationality still occupied the top.

She bit her lip, after a little thought, she immediately raised her head and said to Li Ang: "You don’t Think of steel as the carrier of Ether, and the truly dominant Ether channel is your blood."

Ordinary wizards also use their own blood essence as a container to cast spells,

But ordinary people's blood can only be used for a while, there will always be a day when it dries up or the magic power in the blood is naturally exhausted, leaving only ordinary dry blood stains that's all.

Only the blood of immortal that the Eastern cultivator knows can not rot for ten thousand years, regardless of the severe cold and heat, wind blowing and sun shining, the years of wear and tear, it is still crystal clear and translucent.

Li Ang is still one million miles apart from the immortal realm at this time. Naturally, his blood is far from comparable to Divine Immortal blood, but because of the "Human Immortal Refining Method" he practiced, it can Let the body be transparent, the essence and qi are unified, the content of Spiritual Qi that the blood can hold is far more than others,

"You are right," Li Ang said to Rebecca nodded, "Me too Suddenly have a thought, taking the iron block as a human body, carving patterns on the iron block as the iron block meridian, and injecting its own blood essence into it, plus the concepts of'circulation','casting' and'life' in Rooney's words , Refining this Magical Artifact that can draw Spiritual Qi from the air as an energy supply."

"Spiritual Qi?" Rebecca grabbed the unintelligible part of Li Ang’s words and asked Said: "Is this what you Eastern people call Ether?"

"Almost." Li Ang said indifferently: "Spiritual Qi, Ether, are all ancient sages for the mighty power of Heaven and Earth. It's called different routes to the same destination."

He lowered his head and said: "Since this thing can change with the user's mind drive, call it'Myriad Transformations Cardinal Box'."

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After that, Li Ang's arm trembled slightly, and the huge deformed iron arm suddenly eroded, brushing and pulling down, wrapping around his jeans like a sneaky snake, acting as a belt peacefully.

"Since you have got what oneself wants, when can you keep your promise?" Constantine swallowed saliva and said, boldly asked: "Honestly, being a Spirit Physique stuck in this It’s uncomfortable to order in a small place-I can't even turn around freely."

Li Ang thought for a while and replied: "It takes time to prepare a new body. If you don’t mind, After this Christmas, I will start making arrangements."

Constantine hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything. Now he lacks bargaining chips.

Thinking of this, the second-rate warlock couldn't help but glanced at the corner of the basement, where a purely closed aseptic isolation room was newly built, and various complex instruments were placed outside the isolation, while the center of the room stood There is a slightly obtrusive alloy wall.

Baron Strucker, who aspires to become a salted fish, is embedded in the wall. Close and numerous his body is filled with transparent pipes, like insects trapped in a spider web.

crimson’s plasma flowed in and out of the tube, but the bald man did not respond at all. His head was firmly bound by a strong band, only the turbid and apathetic one-eyed pupils, and from time to time flowed down from the corners of the mouth. His salivation can prove that he is still alive.

Beside the alloy wall embedded with Baron Strucker, there is also a whiteboard that can be moved and turned over. The whiteboard is full of complicated pictures, calculations, and abbreviations of long English sentences.

With Constantine's knowledge, I can't understand what the ghost picture talisman is. I only know that it is something like a medical experiment.

As soon as he thought that oneself would almost become like this, Constance felt that a chill was surging behind him, and he dared not look at Li Ang.

On the contrary, it was Rebecca, with a flash of light in her eyes, she asked: "Are you a cultivator from the East?"

"You can say that."

Li Ang indifferent expression, but a struggling color flashed across Rebecca’s face, "...have you heard the name'Mandarin'?"

"Mandarin (Mandarin )?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows. This English term was used literally to describe the bureaucratic class in ancient China, but listening to Rebecca’s tone, it became someone’s name, "I’ve never heard of it, you Tell me in detail."

Rebecca took a deep breath. The reason she proposed it on this occasion is to increase the value of oneself in Li Ang in mind.

"Actually, I also heard that, it is said that this mandarin from China was born when the 19th century and the 20th century crossed, his real name is no longer available.

A big warlord in the country. In the war era of warlord separation, with the rich family property of the enemy country, and the brilliant mind, he quickly gained the advantage."

Rebecca was straightforward, while Li Ang had a single face, and continued to listen to the other party’s statement.

"This Mandarin retreated in rapids, escaped from the world, went to the ancient temple in the deep mountains to find a chance, and waited until half a century later. His practice became a cultivation technique left over from the ancient cultivator. He was able to master thunder, move mountains and fill the sea, and once more enter the world, relying on the gold and silver treasures that were once buried in the earth, he quickly won several Vietnamese mercenaries. group, stay entrenched in Southeast Asia."

Li Ang frowned and said, "Wait, how do you know so clearly?"

"..." Rebecca's face A touch of helplessness and resentment flashed on the screen, and said angrily: "About 20 or 30 years ago, I was hunted down by a group of mysterious people because I had the secret of longevity. The mandarin was the leader."

Li Ang lightly said with a smile: "You told me this because you thought I would be interested in this Mandarin's oriental magic, and trouble him?"

"More than So," Rebecca said calmly, "Although the body of my sojourn at the time was a dying Thai old woman, her magic innate talent was so high that she had 38 magic circuits. Exerting the nine powers of success at the peak period.

But even in that case, I couldn’t survive a few back and forth in Mandarin's hands. Fortunately, I had already set a retreat and only managed to escape alive."

Li Ang's expression on her face didn't seem to be fake, and her mind moved slightly. If Mandarin is as powerful as Rebecca said, maybe she really needs to check it out.

Even a cultivator like him, where the Spiritual Qi exhausted Dharma End Era is still struggling, the mandarin who has learned from the ancient book and has what skills and abilities can break through?

"He is in Vietnam now?"

"Not sure." Rebecca shook the head, "I haven't seen him since then, but this This person is impossible to lurch silently, and there will always be some gossip that can be traced to him."

"I know." Li Ang waved his hand and it was over. On this topic, he has just stepped into the Foundation Establishment, and it is not the time to go to Vietnam to find trouble for others.

But this also reminds oneself that strength is the most important thing.

What S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra and even Mandarin? These large-scale forces do not know how many lurking, like a crocodile lying on the surface of the water like a dead wood, they may stir a powerful current anytime and anywhere. , Jumped out and pierced the key of own with his sharp fangs.

"This world is really getting more and more interesting."

Li Ang sighed, and slightly adjusted the newly refined Magical Artifact. Without stopping, he turned around and left the basement.

A long leather boot stepped onto the ground, immersed in the snow, making a soft rustle.

He took a deep breath, the air wrapped in coolness rushing into his lungs along the throat, spreading his palms, crystal snowflakes slowly falling.

"It's so cold." Li Ang rubbed his hands and walked to the garage at Williams Manor.

Christmas is approaching, black Friday is about to start, and the coming rain stuns the streets and alleys. The shop facades are lit up and decorated with Christmas decorations.

The Christmas golden tunes on the Billboard bulletin board music chart have repeatedly slaughtered the charts, and the holly trees such as fir and cypress are sold out. The middle-aged and greasy and short fat man who was rejected by everyone in the past can also wear it at this moment. Put on a red and white Santa Claus costume and enjoy the taste of taking photos with the crowd.

Li Ang sat in the driver’s seat of the pickup truck and drove out of the city.

Yesterday’s Gotham was still sunny, but now it’s overcast, and most of the city is covered by pure white snow. Looking at it, it’s silver everywhere,

According to those meteorologists, this is the legacy of the hurricane. Through cumbersome and unclear charts, as well as all kinds of messy professional meteorological terms, They came to the only conclusion-this year's snowfall may break the record of previous years.

For children, it is natural to smile. Gotham is located on the west coast, which is a half-island city. It is rare to see big snowflakes, and those homeless vagrants are also rare this year without worrying about eating tomorrow— —Lincoln March Mayor called on many consortiums to recruit employees to eliminate the unemployed as much as possible through the recovery and transformation of the gang's legacy.

The road to the outside of the city has been ploughed back and forth by a snow shovel, and the accumulation of snow on both sides of the road has formed a grassy gray line.

Cars go back and forth, When going out and into the city, most of them are dragging their families to visit relatives and friends. The narrow carriages are full of Christmas music and the roar of ghosts and ghosts from the young and old.

As we walked to the outskirts of the city, the traffic was getting thinner. This section of the road was not taken into account by the snow shovel. The rough black tires smashed long traces on the pure white snow, making the asphalt pavement visible again.

Li Ang glanced out the window inadvertently.

Outside the window is a jungle wrapped in silver and white. There is a thick layer of snow on the ground. It looks soft and soft from a distance. Dear, the white and flawless look looks like a marshmallow, it makes people want to step on fiercely a few feet,

There is a vaguely sharp bird song or two, lingering and echoing in the open field,

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It's just a wilderness and ridge. It's usually visible, except for the steel prosthesis of Baron Strucker buried under a certain tree.

"It's well hidden, even the heartbeat sound is not leaked out, but the breath is wrong."

Li Ang muttered to himself, retracted his sight, did not even slow down , Still drove outside the city.

In his vision, the seemingly ordinary snow surface has small holes that are hard to detect with ordinary people with naked eye.

These holes are roughly three or four. Ten of them are distributed around the steel prosthesis in a ring shape. The snow layer around the hole is slightly concave, and from time to time, the warm and hot air is also so thin that it is not visible.

These holes are vents to help the assassins buried under the snow to breathe.

“It seems that they don’t know my identity yet, they just tracked down the location of Satan’s claws in some way, and set up an ambush, waiting for the murderer to come and dig the prosthetic limb-after all, this There are not many traffic on the suburban trails. The person who happened to stop on this section of the road is the murderer."

Li Ang muttered, turned on the car music, and looked towards that piece through the rearview mirror. The jungle backing backwards,

"If I show a slight hesitation, and slow down on the section of the road, dozens of assassins hidden in the jungle will suddenly violently rush up. ."

He lightly tapped the iron belt, and there was a burst of brilliance on the belt, which disappeared in an instant.

"Wait for the night, no matter if it is Hydra or other forces, all results will be forgotten."

The sound of the car is getting away, and the heat of the engine is clearly visible in the cold wind. Leave that piece of Lin Hai snowfield waiting in place.