Martin Variety in American Comics

"Look at me like this, how should it be a general, it has nothing to do with the monster!"

Martin released the giant sword, stretched out his index finger and the middle finger gently bounced on the sword.

Pei Ran Ji Li hit the little girl holding the sword, letting her step back, and then sat on the ground with one ass.

The little girl was taught by a small little lesson to see what she was standing in front of herself, and her body began to tremble because of fear.

A god man is like an iron tower, the black robe covers yellow armor, and the five colors are fastened.

The little girl's mana was meager. Before, the fierce ghost army and the three ghost kings in Zhenhun Street were stunned. If there were either the horns secretly cursed, she would have been snapped up by Li Gui and became a big meal.

After finally waking up, her first idea was to escape quickly, and then met Martin and walked in. She cut out a sword and became embarrassing.

"This great god, I didn't deliberately offend you, please forgive me!"

The little girl turned over and started worshiping Martin directly, and her prayer in her mouth.

"Stop and stop, you stop me!"

Martin reached out and interrupted the little girl's kneeling to herself: "First, I am a living person, you want to ask me for the etiquette of the dead. Second, what are you thinking about, messy, for a while Respect the ghost for a while, I can hear my head hurt. "

"Living?"

The little girl raised her head wrongly, looking at the dark and yellow clothes in front of her, and subconsciously said: "Black robes and Huang Jia can only use the people of Tianzi. Only those who are dead will use this kind of clothes in this era!"

That's right.

The rules in the so -called Sanshan orthodox religion are not weaker than the officialdom, and the rules of clothing are extremely strict.

Black is only the level of Tianzi or the national teacher.

However, the Yellow Turban Army of Taiping Road was originally a thief. Although there are levels in the army, they will not always emphasize with things like clothing.

"You are right!"

Martin touched the mask on his face and said softly, "If I die now, how can I get a true king, God is right, and it is almost the same as the emperor."

"But this has nothing to do with you."

He suddenly changed his face, and the mask on the helmet also turned into a horrible look. He asked: "Report your name and intention."

Of course, Martin knew that the girl in front of her was not malicious, otherwise Zhang Jiao would never protect her.

But the little girl didn't know this. She looked at the scary ghost and god mask, and immediately said, "My name is Zhou Zanqian, a person from the Guangdong and Guangxi regions. Grandpa and grandma lived on Gotham Chinatown, but they have died. Since then, our family has returned. In China, but now I am here to worship my grandparents, but I didn’t expect to enter this place by mistake. "

"Your name sounds a bit familiar?"

Martin thought about his chin for a while, and finally remembered the name.

This little girl is a female hero created by DC imitation of "Zombie Taoist".

She and the bat family and Constantine have some implications.

As for the spells she used, it is actually not clever, let alone compare with thieves such as Taiping Road, and even the Sandshan Orthodox Church, that is, the side of Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, and Geoshan Mountain cannot be touched.

The spells and spells he used are at most the level of folk law. These law and religions are often things made by folk mage combined with traditional witchcraft and Taoist spells.

This thing is low in the lower limit, almost the same as Bai Lian religion. When mixed ashore, it is the Laoshan faction. If you can't mix ashore, you will occupy the mountain as the king.

The spells they use are often wild or primitive, what foot stepping on the top tank of the head of the knife mountain, boarding the sea downstairs ...

As long as you look a little longer, you can see the strong traditional martial arts relics in these spells, and pay attention to a domineering and arrogant "before I die".

This set is disdainful of the Sanshan Turkish Church. The people went to the heavenly court officials. When a spell was burned out for nine days, it would attract Tianbing to help out.

The Yellow Turban Army of the Taiping Road also doesn't look at this kind of legal style, because what they want is rebellion, the set of law and religion, the style of not hurting people first, is very useful to deal with the demon, demon ghosts, but in the military formation. Useless place.

At a glance, Martin glanced at the little girl in front of him, and saw that she was the practitioner of the decent style in the Fa -religion.

The set of witchcraft was originally the legacy of ancient times. Without the blood of the gods and human beings, there was abilities. It also followed the wizard of the ancient times, which was purely looking for death.

"My name is Martin. Since you enter the place by mistake, let's come with me, I will send you out! This street is no place where living people should come."

As soon as Martin waved, he motioned to the little girl to follow up.

Zhou Zanqian's legs were still a little soft, but thinking that the scene of the Yin soldiers just now, she quickly stood up, grasped her backpack, and kept up with Martin's footsteps.

At the same time, she couldn't help but think about a question, and asked curiously: "Martin God, since this street is not a place where living people should come, how can you appear here?"

"Hum!"

Martin walked ahead and said with a smile, "You actually want to say, I am walking on this street where the living person shouldn't appear, it is not a living person, right?"

Zhou Zanqian showed an embarrassing look.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

When she walked out of the door, she saw the six -faced Huang Tian Daisan suspended from the sky, and countless souls who were rushing towards Zhenhun Street.

Although she can't understand what these things are with her knowledge, I also know that Martin is not easy to mess with.

However, Martin was not as small belly chicken intestines as Zhou Zanqian thought, and explained to her directly: "Zhenhun Street is the junction of life and death. On the one hand, it is to suppress the uneasy ghosts in the underworld, and on the other hand, it is to attract those confused deceased in the world.

I am a natural sending spirit, and I am able to walk around the border of life and death, calling for the heroes in history to help me. Ordinary people and even ordinary practitioners have no such ability. They stayed on Zhenhun Street for a long time and eroded by yin and ghosts, and they will slowly turn into a half -person and half -ghost monster. "

Zhou Zanqian listened to Martin's explanation and felt a big eyes.

French people often do not pass their things to their children.

Because most of the French religions are a set of practice methods that are explored by themselves. Most of the laws and spells are injured and not mentioned for the time being. Even the practitioners themselves will cause great harm.

Therefore, once the French religious people go ashore, they will completely seal their bloody past, and they will no longer mention the past.

The same is true of Zhou Zanqian's grandparents. Although she has taught her to cultivate mana since she was a child, she did not talk about cruel things.

Nothing on the world is not mentioned, and the more hidden underworld is naturally a word.

Today, the little girl was excited from a god of God like heaven and people who heard these news related to the underworld.

The little girl has no interest in Chengxian, and the folk legal religion does not pursue this stuff, because everyone knows that no one wants to be immortal. It is simply dreaming.

Martin walked ahead, the mana began to burn, turned into a strand of yellow smoke clouds, rose into the sky and fell into the six -sided yellow sky, weaving a ladder to the world.

Zhang Jiao changed the day with a six -faced Huangtian Daishang, separating the town soul street from the human world, ensuring the safety of the entire street, and also increasing the difficulty of entering and leaving.

Of course, this difficulty for Martin, but it takes a little means to return to the world safely and soundly to return to the world safely.

Zhou Zanqian looked at Martin's mana like the sea, and his eyes were full of envy.

People are gods, I am just an ordinary person, but it is normal.

The little girl comforted herself in her heart, and saw the yellow smoke clouds poured out of Martin, and asked curiously: "Martin god, what is the spell of the smoke from your body?"

"Burning the god of God!"

Martin knows that this girl wants to take the opportunity to inquire about her spells, but he doesn't care::

"In the pre -Qin era, before the paper was invented, the monks at that time burned their own mana and essence, turned into smoke clouds, and went straight to Jiu Zhongtian.

"However, this kind of trick is too large, and only people who practice can be used frequently, otherwise they will be easily burned to themselves and become a corpse."

“纸张发明之后，人们就发明了符箓，燃烧之后就能代替自己的精神起效，信奉的天帝求援。”

"The most powerful thing I just played was the Emperor Jiajing. During his reign, he often ordered officials in the DPRK to write green words.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

周赞茜似懂非懂地点了点头，她连近代的东西理解起来都费劲，更别说先秦时代了。

马丁洋洋洒洒说了一大堆，他只记住了两个关键点。

一个是这种法术，普通人用多了容易死。

另一个就是嘉靖皇帝想要成仙。

“嘉靖皇帝修道，想要白日飞升的事情，我也听说过，他最后成功了吗？”

周赞茜跟着马丁走上黄天之气构建的阶梯，听到成仙的事情，心中的好奇根本无法抑制。

"Of course not!"

Martin mentioned Jiajing, and the whole person became bad:

"The dirt of the country is the master of the society; the ominous country is the king of the world. Jiajing has been the emperor for decades. "" "

Zhou Zanqian shrugged her shoulders and didn't say much. She was curious about Chengxian, but she also knew that she had nothing to do with this kind of thing.

After all, now the 21st century is now in the 21st century. Whether it is Dongda University or the US emperor, it is extremely developed in life. Most people are pursuing into immortals. It is better to think about how to make more money.

"We are here."

Martin stopped this topic in time, took Zhou Zanqian out of the soul street, and appeared from the street out of thin air.

This street is the street where the Martin family is located. It looks good, and all neighbors go out to work and live like usual.

The only difference was that there was no house that disappeared from this street.

"interesting!"

What Martin said, of course, refers to his own residence.

But Zhou Zanqian couldn't understand these, and those flying drivers would understand the strange madman who stood in the middle of the road.

Squeak——

Martin and Zhou Zanxi suddenly appeared, forcing the drivers on the road to slam on the brakes. The brake pads were worn red, and the tires rubbed against the road with a harsh sound. At the same time, there were traces of burnt tires on the street.

"Get out of the way, you weird lunatic in strange clothes."

As we all know, Gotham drivers will express their anger with actions when they are not satisfied.

Batman, who often drives the Batmobile on Gotham roads, is one of the best.

Until now, people don't know how many old cars of criminals have been crushed by the tank-like Batmobile.

"Fuck your breeder, you weird idiot in strange clothes. Do you hear me? Fuck you..."

The driver had a road rage attack and even rolled down the window to stick half of his body out, and raised his middle finger to Martin.

"Go back quickly and fuck yourself!"

Martin didn't tolerate these people, and immediately raised his middle finger to the driver.

Then, without waiting for the other party to fight back, he clenched his fist and hit the front of the car hard.

Bang!

The front of the car was directly dented by Martin's punch, and the rear of the car was directly lifted up by more than one meter, and then fell down hard, and the glass of the whole car was shattered.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Martin retracted his fist. This time he was calm and did not make any threats.

"Ghost!"

The people in the car were already scared silly. After the car shook hard, they reacted, screamed and jumped out of the car, and then ran away.

Zhou Zanxi, who spent most of her life in Dongda, was puzzled when she saw this scene.

"It's just a few mortals, are you so serious..."

Before Zhou Zanxi finished speaking, the few people who had just escaped ran back with automatic rifles and pulled the trigger directly at Martin.

"Die, go to hell, you lunatic in strange clothes, I'm going to beat you into a sieve, and then sell your body to compensate for my car."

Martin knew this would be the result. He took out a large shield with runes from a wooden box and blocked it in front of him.

These companies that have not been processed in any way, but probably made a clanging sound when hitting the shield, but the bullets were all rebounded and did not cause any harm to Martin.

Zhou Zanxi was already stunned. She hid behind Martin and couldn't help but swear: "Fuck, these people have a problem with their brains. Isn't it just a traffic accident? As for taking out automatic rifles and having a gunfight?"

"This is Gotham!"

Martin was helpless, but he was used to it: "If you can't get used to it, pay homage to your grandparents and leave here quickly."

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