Become infinitely stronger starting from Marvel

"Have you seen the Guardians of the Galaxy that came out yesterday?"

"Of course, but the aliens are so weak, I feel like they can't even beat my little brother who just turned three."

"But I like Iron Man 1 more, which was released a week ago. The president actually has such a dark history."

"I heard that it happened in the parallel universe next to us. The humans in other universes are so miserable."

"Yes, thank God, Your Majesty. I can't imagine how terrible it would be if I were to go back to a year ago."

...

On the street, a group of students were discussing in groups of three or two after school, and some of them lamented how much the world has changed.

They simply couldn't imagine that in other parallel universes, they didn't even have a photographic memory, and had to rely on repeated memorization to learn, which was a life-or-death experience.

Discussions like this took place in every corner of the White Empire. In just less than a year, the changes in the empire were visible to the naked eye.

Especially those who were in their seventies and eighties with one foot in the ground.

They had accepted birth, aging, sickness and death, but in the blink of an eye they returned to youth, and they could live forever. Who could resist such a good thing?

At this moment, Bai Ye, who had returned from the Indian area, was lying on a comfortable soft chair in New York, enjoying the service of the people around him.

Although the feeling of being served by others was a little corrupt, it was indeed comfortable.

Although, with the current technology, Jarvis can indeed control the machine to create simulated beauties to serve.

In terms of consideration, it is even better than ordinary people, but there is always a little difference in emotional feelings.

After all, he is an emperor, and it is weird to let a group of AI maids serve him.

He came to rule this empire. The original declaration of superiority made it very clear that he wanted to be the superior.

If everyone is equal, then Bai Ye still rules the market. At that time, should there be an order of seniority?

What he wants is that he, as a pure superior, goes to other people's homes and sits there, and their grandparents kowtow to him first, and then their parents kowtow to him.

After the family kowtows to him, it will be the turn of the children to kowtow to him respectfully.

This is the attitude he wants.

Gently swiping out the chat group, Bai Ye saw that there was constant communication in it at the moment.

As the number of people in the chat group reached 10, it was finally not as deserted as before.

Xiaoyu was sharing her experience with others.

After so many days, under her teaching, her relatives and friends have all learned "Everyone Has Gong Practice 4.0".

With the help of Gongfa and Qi magic, the members of the Black Hand Gang can no longer beat them, and there is no pressure to prevent the eight demons from coming out through the gate of hell.

In most cases, those demons were sealed by the Eight Immortals as soon as they appeared.

Bai Ye glanced at Xiaoyu's message and sent a message in the group.

[Deep Blue]: It's my birthday in a few days, and I invite everyone to come to my planet to play.

Looking at the message from the administrator in the group, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, and like everyone else in the group, she agreed without hesitation.

Beside her, in the fitness area of ​​District 13.

The Dragon Group, including Uncle Long, and the backbones of District 13 all sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, running the energy that they didn't know whether to call it internal force or chakra.

These people slowly circulate the Qi, and as their energy increases, their physiques are also strengthened little by little, moving towards the inhuman direction.

In the invisible abstract world, black and white air currents are clearly entrenched in it.

Every time the strength of these people on the scene increases a little, there will be a trace of positive energy representing the positive side in the abstract world.

But then the black energy is also increasing.

However, unlike the positive energy, these black energy are extremely active.

Like an unrestrained fish, it keeps stirring in this world, brewing something at any time.

In the headquarters of the Black Hand Gang, Walon's eyes are strangely scarlet, and his consciousness is being occupied by the Holy Lord.

"The seven gates of hell have been sealed by Jackie Chan. Even if I open the eighth gate next, I'm afraid they will stop me in the end."

After the words fell, Valon's eyes cleared, the red light dissipated, and he said angrily:

"Damn Holy Lord, you said you would return my body after completing the plan, but the current situation proves that you will never succeed in your life. You couldn't even beat Jackie Chan before, let alone there are ten or a hundred Jackies in District 13 now."

The Holy Lord occupied Valon's body again, and his tone was a little serious: "Things are definitely wrong. There is something wrong with this world. They can't be so smooth."

Somehow, although Jackie Chan and his team have become stronger, their wisdom and luck, which are illusory things, have also improved significantly.

Otherwise, facing the crushing of strength, these people would have been caught in the safest District 13 in one action after another.

In this state of absolute sage, the previously ignored memories began to be reawakened, and the theory of the balance of yin and yang in this world began to reappear in his mind.

He also began to notice that something was wrong with this world, that is, the deviation between good and evil was too great. In theory, there was a macro-control of the world, and it should not be a one-sided crush.

"No matter how much you shirk responsibility, you can't change the facts. It's easy for those agents in District 13 to defeat us now."

Wallon, who was occupied by the flesh, said angrily: "You waste, get out of my body."

Not far away, Zhou, Lasu, and Afen looked at the schizophrenic boss awkwardly, wondering whether to persuade him to stop arguing.

"No, there is definitely a problem." The Holy Lord said with a solemn tone: "The problem lies with Jackie Chan and his people. It takes some risks to figure it out."

Walon said: "What else do you want to do?"

The Holy Lord's eyes moved away from the Panku treasure box and said: "Next, we will not look for the eighth door. We will look for another more important thing."

Lasu asked subconsciously: "What are you looking for?"

The Holy Lord's tone was trembling and excited: "The history book of years."

Half an hour later, as the door was kicked down by them, a team of agents from District 13 broke into the room and saw only an empty room.

They were late again.

After reporting the news here to District 13, Blake said with some regret: "Well, everyone, it seems that we are late again, but they won't always be so lucky."

In District 13, the old man raised two fingers seriously and said: "Things are not that simple."

"The reason why we couldn't catch anyone for so many consecutive times is definitely because we are too strong, which caused the black energy to counterattack. You should have listened to me earlier and given up practicing the skills."