Martin Variety in American Comics

After the ghost and god with a tentacle retracted back, he closed the underworld passage and tried to trap Martin in the gap between the yin and yang realm.

"No matter which Taoist priest you are, as long as you fall into the gap between this yin and yang realm, it will only turn into pus!"

The ghosts lost, and when I retreated, I wanted to find the field from my mouth.

"That priest, you will always stay here. When your physical body turns into pus, the god will definitely grab your Yuanshen, put it in the oil pan, and fry it seven or eight times, so that the corpse oil is soaked. Every corner of your Yuanshen "" "

"There are so many nonsense to escape, you are really not afraid of death!"

Martin's eyebrows were vertically, and the roar in his mouth was like a thunder shock, which shocked the trigger that had to be condensed and then pulled the musket.

"And your bastard is too clear, so I really let Lao Tzu starve to death. In return, I want to use a musket to make you full of flesh, full of yin."

Isn't it just a ruthless, who wouldn't!

No matter how powerful you are, you still have to rely on your ability to decide the victory or defeat.

The musket was roaring, and the special bullets flying out were covered with Danyang Thunder spells, leading the flames formed by the burning of the gunpowder, flying forward, like the red spear of red, directly through this channel.

Yin Qi was ignited, trying to stretch out the soul of the ghost claws, and the weirdness of the yin gathered naturally was naturally produced under a shot, leaving only a howling, and the soul was flying.

That ghost and god tightly hidden its true face, making people can't see what it reacts now, but those tentacles that shrink back, put all eyes into the eyes of the suction cups, still show the guy's moment at this moment Feeling.

Facing the pursuit of the bullets, the ghost and god threw out a tentacle and collided with the bullets. There were countless filthy poisonous water spraying in the suction cup, and the flames of the Danyang flames turned into the Danyang flames after the burning of the gunpowder.

Sneak!

Water and fire intersect and do not give up.

At the same time, the two disappeared, and the pioneer became a pale mist, and blends with the surrounding yin, like becoming a new monster, but the bullets that were rushed forward directly became fragments.

The ghost and god couldn't dodge, the tentacles were wiped by the bullet, the Danyang thunderbolt exploded, and the whole tentacles were fragmented directly, and then burned into ashes.

"Where did this priest come from? It turned out to be more vicious than the ghosts and gods in my yin!"

The ghost and god's heart was shocked, and he dared not to stay anymore. He quickly dragged his left tentacles, drilled into the yin, stirred up the layer of overcast clouds, and wanted to get out of this.

"Take away!"

Martin sang, his right foot stomped, Huang Tian's qi fell, forming a auspicious cloud, holding it into the flowing light to go straight to the ghost god.

"Bitter, bitter!"

The ghost god's heart was secretly suffering, and he was not the first time he did this.

The world is always turmoil, and the ghosts and gods in the underworld will always choose the right time and jump to the world to play autumn wind.

Anyway, those gods have left, and the restorations of the world are two or three big cats and cats. As long as you are careful, there will be no problems.

Who thinks, do you encounter such a thing this time?

Run, run ...

This idea left in the ghost mind, and the incomplete tentacles stirred up a cloud of cloudy, and it was blinded to run forward.

After a long time, it found a door in a heavy ghost, drilled in without hesitation, and then disappeared.

Martin walked through the clouds, shuttled in the yin without specific shapes, and the light of the Yuanshen was in large light, which attracted the monsters who were sleeping in the yin and woke up.

After Martin directly appreciated the bullets of this group of guys, they counseled, and quickly shrank back.

Although he was dragged slowly, Martin did not throw the ghosts and gods who dragged him into the underworld.

The breath of Danyang flames is too unique in the underworld, leaving a clear breath wherever they have passed.

That ghost and god also knew this, so he tried his best to cover up, but he still couldn't wipe out these breaths in a short period of time.

Martin found this breath, and soon found the door hidden in the clouds, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

The country that will lead to this door is not the eighteen -storey hell or the large yin soil like the Huangquan of Taishan, but it is very small, but it is barely hung up with a "country" name.

Martin was shocked because the ghost country was too close to the world, and the barriers between the two were very thin, and many places were even connected.

If it is not the rule of the yin, the living people do not even need to prepare any rituals. As long as you find the right direction, you can go directly to the yin.

"The yin and yang circles are so close and hidden so deeply. Isn't this clear that there are problems with others?"

Martin's eyes have light, which is a Taiping Road spell similar to Sky Eye, which can see the approximate look of the ghost country in front of him.

"And still live a lot of creatures, they maintain the characteristics of some living people!"

"So, this place is a shelter for some guys to escape death?"

Zhang Jiao naturally guessed what the country would be used for, which was not a rare thing.

Before the Han Dynasty, all kinds of ways to avoid death are abound. A small land in the underworld has become a ghost country. It is not a surprising thing.

Martin did not break into this ghost country directly. He was observing what was going on to evaluate what the creature living in it.

The result of this evaluation will determine what measures he takes for the ghost country.

Just catch the ghosts and gods who go to the world to eat people, or the whole country is still flattened by the whole mind.

There are extremely obvious boundaries between life and death. If these guys fled to the ghost country during their lifetime, they would gradually be assimilated by the yin and gradually became ghosts in the underworld.

With the thickness of this ghost country, it has at least a hundred years. The things that live in it should have become ghosts, and there will be no trace of yang on the body.

"If I guess right, these bastards rely on eating living people to maintain their own state, and it will not become a complete ghost!"

Martin put away his spells, and the light in his eyes went out, and he was contempt in this ghost country.

Regardless of the history of these people, they are a group of coward, not even the courage to face death, and they have to survive by this means.

"The fragrance of the heroes, the world is not as good as the world! From ancient times to the present, the real heroes can be able to call the wind and rain in the world, but also come back again. Do you think you can always be free? "

Martin communicated with the thoughts and Zhang Jiao, but also shouted in front of the ghost country, for fear that the guy inside would not hear it.

"If these cowards do not eat living people, they are honest in the underworld, maybe they can hide for thousands of years, but they are greedy in the world who is unwilling to leave. Push on the way to death. "

Zhang Jiao was born, and he used Huang Tianzhi's qi to sketch a figure, with a serious face, and did not make any evaluation.

There is nothing to say about such a country that has been maintained by a talent to eat, and do it directly to get a temple from the mountain. Such a sacrifice is honest.

Martin jumped his face directly, but the ghost and god hidden in the ghost country did not respond. It seemed to be determined to make a turtle to the end.

"Okay, this is also a choice!"

Martin has not insulted these ghosts and gods now, because he has known that the other party will have a high probability that he will make such a choice.

"Zhang Shi, let's do it!"

Martin stood on Xiangyun, filled the bullets and gunpowder the musket, and then pulled out the shield and long gun.

Zhang Jiao didn't need to prepare anything. He gently shook the nine rods in his hands. Huang Tian's qi surged, and he was born with obscure divinewers.

"It's good!"

Martin raised his musket and was about to pull the trigger, and a familiar voice suddenly came around.

He hurried back the musket, and turned to see the death of Gothic appeared next to him.

When she appeared, she kept blowing, trying to convert everything into ghosts, and the yinwind became gentle instantly, gently blew the jewelry on the death, and collided with each other.

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

Martin is not surprising to the appearance of death, and even strange the other party now appears.

"Zhang Shi, this is death, she is a great god like Taishan Mansion."

Martin did not explain that death was more complicated than so many universe, anyway, Zhang Jiao would not care.

"Fortunately!"

Zhang Jiao saluted the death according to the etiquette of God, and then felt a call from the vast, calling him to the end of death.

At this time, the incomplete Huang Tian opened behind Zhang Jiao, and the world in the dream of Taiping Road was fleeting and finally stabilized. This Daxianliang teacher was the only wish left left by.

"Martin, Martin, there are always these weird things around you!"

Death did not take any measures to Zhang Jiao, so it would be so entirely because Zhang Jiao was a dead person, and he would naturally be affected in the face of death.

However, Huang Tian was still there. Although it was incomplete, he still gave Zhang Jiao a position. In addition, he and Martin, the soul, were dragged away by death.

"A sky, you in my world, but you haven't created this kind of thing!"

Death stared at Zhang Jiao interested. Although Huang Tian's power had shrunk back, she still couldn't escape her eyes.

"Stop!"

Martin stretched out his hand in front of his death and pulled the topic back to the ghost country in front of him: "If you are interested in Huang Tian, ​​I can show you again. I have it here. "

Although Martin didn't say it, he didn't care about the tradition of "above the sky", and it has been obviously revealed.

"What is going on in this ghost country? Why do you want to deal with this place not to shoot, and you have to take such a large circle to lead me here."

If Martin couldn't see the hands and feet that died behind his back, his head could pick it on his neck and play a ball.

Death is not the kind of traditional gods that see people's life like a pawn, nor is the wisdom next door who only acts in accordance with the rules.

The resentment of Martin, a friend Martin, laughed and said, "Don't be angry, I'm not intentional, but just seeing you transformed into this form today, so he temporarily thought."

Death is related to the life of the entire DC. Although she doesn't understand why Martin changes his identity every day, she can sense his life state after he changes his identity.

So, when Martin became a soul-suppressing general, Death keenly sensed the special breath of death and focused his attention on him.

"All the creatures living in this country in front of us were born before the end of the mythological era."

Death seemed a little sad when talking about this past event: "When the mythological era ended, the gods went to their own world, but many people were unwilling to accept the end of this era, but they couldn't change the facts, so they thought about escaping."

"A Taoist priest heard my legend from somewhere and went to complete various so-called tests on his own. I really couldn't stand it, so I appeared in front of him and agreed to his request to mark out a piece of land in the underworld."

Martin frowned, really didn't know what to say.

First of all, torturing oneself in exchange for the sympathy of death is inherently abstract.

Secondly, Death is not a god like the Ten Kings of Hell of Mount Tai. There is no such thing as an afterlife for her. When a person dies, he is dead. There is no hell and no reincarnation.

Death said helplessly: "At first I didn't take this matter seriously. As long as those people enter here, they will be transformed into ghosts within a thousand years at most, which is no different from death."

"But I didn't expect that they would find a bug by devouring living people and forcibly maintain a half-dead state."

"You are right!"

Death nodded: "This state of life is really disgusting, and the time I promised to the Taoist priest has not yet arrived, so I have always ignored this place."

"Until today, the deadline has come, and you have become this soul-suppressing general. Everything is so coincidental. I used a little trick to let the tree demon go to Gotham to capture people, and then met you."

"Okay, then I will do it for you and eradicate this cancer for you!"

After hearing this story, Martin took the task directly without any hesitation.

Death was surprised and happy: "Will you put forward some conditions to me?"

"We are friends, so we should help each other. There is no need to be so utilitarian."

Martin was not pretending, but really didn't want to take advantage of the situation.

"Besides, I don't like this ghost place either. It's just a good way to vent my anger by smashing it."

Martin looked at the ghost country in front of him, ready to use more powerful means.

But before he did it, he seemed to remember something and said to Death: "Death, please send a message to my friends, so that they don't worry."

The sense of time in the underworld is very vague. It was only when Martin saw Death that he remembered that he had been wandering in the underworld for a long time.

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