Martin Variety in American Comics

Since ancient times, the height has been hung on Jiuxiao, and the law of reasoning must be found in the world, and a carrier must be found.

As a result, the scholar of Confucianism tried to find a holy king like Yao Shun.

Even Huang Tian has shaped the Emperor Zhong Huang, who came to talk to Daxianliang to guide the development of Taiping Road.

This yin soil was blessed by death, forming a certain kind of characteristic characteristic, trying to start spreading its own truth and start looking for their own agents.

It stands to reason that the most suitable for the yin soil should be that ghost Taoist priest, but the Yin soil was eventually selected to Martin and wanted to turn him into a ghost in the yin.

"Although I know that I am popular, you don't need to grab such a darkest! Huang Tianke is still hanging on top, and you don't put Huang Tian in your eyes too much."

Martin often encounters such things, and those strange wills like to catch his contemporary people most.

"Unfortunately, you are still too low, and you are not qualified to let you work!"

The half -body body of the ghost priest has fallen into the yin soil, and countless ghosts have stretched out of the ground. Press it directly into his body. Will and consciousness.

This idiot didn't care at all. He might disappear, and even took the initiative to speed up the process. He used himself as a transit, and wanted to pull Martin into the Yin soil.

"Death may not care about me who failed, but she will definitely leave you."

He stretched out his hands, and the Yin soil moved, and countless ghosts grabbed Martin, released the yin, resentment, and filth, and began to corrode Martin's light.

"Although I don't know how you have been favored by death, it is a good thing for me. With me, fall into the Yin soil and turn into an unknown ghost god!"

Martin listened to the ghost Taoist's words and shook his head for a while: "I look at you high, you underestimate me. A small yin soil, I really think this thing can trap me?"

He was distributed on his body, and the air was flowing, turning into a countless sword soldier, and began to improve with his body.

"Ghost Taoist, ghost, and Taoist priest, even if it is a long sky, can't trap me, not to mention a small yin soil."

"You think that the plan is actually a ridiculous fantasy. Today, this yin soil will disappear from the underworld. Whoever you can't see it, there is only one dead end."

Martin's waist was struggling, the light was dangling, the sky was rolling, his thighs pulled out directly from the yin soil, a step forward, and stepped on the underworld.

Oh!

He waved his big hand, grabbed the two mountains sent by the two ghost kings, and poured the hills directly into the ground, and the hills nailed into the ground.

I saw the gods shook, and the two arms were struggling.

With a click, a crack was given a thick yin soil, and it instantly expanded into a valley gully. The yin soil that had just been favored was once again split.

The split of the yin soil was also turbulent, and the countless yin spirit flew out of the gap, screaming and rushing towards Martin's face.

The sound of yin wind, the sound of screaming and crying, seemed to rush directly to the sky, and pulled Huang Tian down.

The ghost priest did not expect Martin to be so strong. When he raised his hands, he grabbed two mountains, and once again crushed the yin soil.

"What exactly does this person have such mana? There is such a powerful general among the thieves on the Taiping Road, why didn't there be no news?"

In his heart, Martin's strength was surprised, and he did not forget to adjust his plans to complete the idea of ​​controlling Martin's finally attracting death.

I saw that he was based in the thousands of souls, reached out and twisted a method, and the soul body began to collapse, and the ghost of ghosts and yin dispersed, as if he wanted to commit suicide.

But Martin was not confused by him. After sweeping his eyes, he saw through the means of this guy. It was nothing more than that he wanted to combine with this Yin soil through suicide, so as to obtain the heavens of the yin soil.

This is the so -called "co -Tao" in the eyes of ordinary monks.

It sounds good to say, this is called the world, and it is difficult to find a dad. The monk who has no ability will do so.

A little bit of ability, a little bit of a mindful monk thought, how to study some new things.

Therefore, the "harmony" thing is that the ability does not do it, and the wise is not.

Of course, Martin has the ability and wisdom, so he never works for others because of the sky above his head.

Yin soil cannot understand Martin's pride.

Although he said what he admired his death, he didn't want to pull people to bed to satisfy his desire.

The old one is nothing new.

"Give me back!"

Martin yelled, and the mountain in his hand smashed directly to the head of the ghost priest.

Huang Tian's qi condensed, and the two mountains in his hands turned into a spell. Only one role was to suppress.

Bang!

Martin made Dashan directly hit the head of the ghost Taoist priest. The spell was immediately large, and his divine power decreased, as if a yellow sky smashed directly.

The head of the ghost priest was first, and the connection between Huang Tian was cut off and was forced to withdraw from the state of "Hoao".

Then a real mountain fell and hit the head of the ghost Taoist priest, shattering into countless rocks, flying in disorder, as if there was a meteor shower in the underworld.

The head of the ghost Taoist priest was smashed directly, and the headless body lay there blankly, without any life.

But he was originally a dead man, a ghost, and even if his head was blown up, it would not prevent him from continuing to move.

It was just that he was hit by Martin's move, and his Yin Qi was scattered, and his magic power could not be mobilized in a short time. Although he could still use some small spells, it was no different from tickling for Martin.

"Are there any other tricks?"

Martin grabbed the headless body of the ghost Taoist priest with his right hand and asked sternly at the head that was recovering.

He stepped on the Yin soil, and his two feet stepped on both sides of the cracks in the Yin soil, making it impossible to recover.

The Huangtian army went out, following the crack torn by Martin, and began to attack the crack with muskets and cannons, trying to completely smash this piece of Yin soil.

"If you don't have any means, I will end this competition."

Martin weighed the remaining mountain in his left hand.

The ghost Taoist priest tried his best to mobilize the remaining little magic power, trying to get a head and look at Martin, not losing the battle.

But Martin smashed a mountain on his head, and he could not mobilize much magic power. He used up all his strength to shit, and in the end he only got a baby-sized head.

"It seems that you are really dead!"

Martin saw the ghost Taoist priest with a baby head on his head, shaking like a wave drum, which was quite funny.

"Then let's go!"

Martin pulled directly, and the ghost Taoist priest whose lower half of his body was melted into the Yin soil was pulled out by him directly.

Yin Tu was groaning. The pressure from Huang Tian, ​​the artillery fire from the Taiping Dao army, and the power from Martin, combined into one, amplified each other, and finally formed a huge pressure, constantly attacking Yin Tu, trying to break it into pieces.

Yin Tu was unwilling to fail like this. When the ghost Taoist was pulled out, it could be said that "the lotus root was broken and the silk thread was connected".

Although it could no longer provide any effective help to the ghost Taoist, it tried its best to keep the other party, and countless ghost hands were stuck into the ghost Taoist's body.

When these ghost hands were pulled out of Yin Tu, they looked like countless black silk threads, flashing with a faint light, as if they could cut a person's neck at any time, and could also sew up the dead at any time.

The silk threads formed by these souls tried their best to sew up the upper and lower bodies of the ghost Taoist, and the constantly wriggling silk threads also emitted Yin Qi and mana.

But such efforts are doomed to be futile.

Even Yin Tu is finished, how much protection can a fool who tries to "combine with Yin Tu" get?

What's more, with the support of artillery, the Taiping Dao army followed the cracks that Martin had torn open before and directly penetrated the Yintu.

Heaven is above, and the thick earth is below!

Life and death are in opposition, and extraordinary things are also difficult to deal with.

After being torn from the middle, the Yintu let out an invisible sigh, and then gave up resistance, helplessly waiting for the final outcome of its disintegration.

Boom!

Martin didn't speak, but just used his magic power, and the mountain in his hand automatically flew up and smashed directly at the ghost Taoist priest.

Now his upper and lower body are separated, and there is little magic power left. Even if he has a very unwilling fantasy in his heart, he can't wait until death comes.

Boom!

A mountain hit the incomplete netherworld hard, and the ghost Taoist priest who was pressed under the mountain soon lost his voice.

Martin was still worried that this cunning guy still had a backhand, and took the opportunity to escape and avoid the punishment he deserved.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

The Taoist's body had turned into a ghost god. Even though there was a mountain suppressing him, the ghost Taoist would not die completely.

If the snake is not killed, it will be harmed!

If the other party was a guy with a difficult life and had to do these things, Martin would have waved his hand and let him go.

But everything the ghost Taoist did was obviously premeditated, killing people, selling people, impersonating people, etc.

It was for a rather ridiculous reason. Martin would certainly not be polite to such a person.

He drew out his spear and stabbed it into the ground, directly penetrating the mountain and connecting it with the Yintu.

Then, Martin ordered the army to retreat, using a great magical power of the sun and the moon in the palm to turn the broken Yintu into something in the palm, and then threw it into the sky.

The Yintu rose and met Huangtian, and everything in it began to collapse.

Cangtian is dead, Huangtian should stand!

Huangtian originally had the power to crush all the old things, and it was with this trick that he could defeat the gods of Hanting with the weak.

And in this world, there is no place with more old things hidden than the underworld. It was really bad luck for the ghost Taoist priest to meet Martin.

No matter what kind of escape methods this pervert who has lived for a thousand years prepared, they all turned into nothing under the yellow sky. He didn't even have a chance to use them and disappeared completely.

"It's finally over!"

Martin watched the ghost Taoist priest disappear in the yellow sky, with a blank expression on his face and no fluctuations in his heart.

This guy was not a respectable opponent in the first place. Martin killed him for official business, first to fulfill his promise to death, and second to show his skills to Zhang Jue.

"The underworld is a boring and monotonous place, full of ghosts and gods, and it's not interesting at all. I really don't want to come here a second time."

Martin muttered softly, his body turned back to normal size, the burning body stopped, and Huangtian began to shrink.

The Huangtian army saluted Martin, then turned into souls, returned to Huangtian, and left this world.

If Martin did not call again, they would never have the chance to come to this world again.

"I should have returned to Huangtian with my tribe."

Zhang Jue looked at Huangtian who was getting farther and farther away, and said to Martin: "But today is not over yet. I know you are not a child and need care. But let me accompany you through this day!"

Zhang Jue was different from the friends who had appeared around Martin. He was a dead person, with only a thought left.

If Martin had not called him, he would have been buried in a corner of history that no one remembered.

Before the end of this day, Zhang Jue, as an elder, only wanted to see more of Martin, the latecomer.

Although this was the last moment, Martin would not take the initiative to provoke any enemies, and naturally there was no fighting style to speak of.

After that, Zhang Jue returned to Martin's body again.

Martin had no attachment to the underworld, so he immediately used a spell to cross the Yin and Yang worlds and headed straight to the human world.

...

Gotham!

Several members of the Justice League gathered outside the cemetery.

Diana had previously proved with her actions that the power left in the cemetery was effective for ordinary people, but not for superhumans, aliens or demigods at her level.

"I can solve this problem."

Constantine blew out a smoke ring from his mouth and said to the heroes of the Justice League: "I can also help you find the missing Martin, but you know."

The drunken magician made a gesture of counting money, and what he wanted was naturally self-evident.

"Money is not a problem, as long as you don't play tricks!"

Batman stared at Constantine. He was too familiar with this kind of person and didn't believe him at all.

The magician the League first looked for was Zatanna, but she seemed to be looking for something and couldn't get away in a short time, so she gave them Constantine's phone number.

"I want to play tricks, but if Martin finds out, he will tear my head off."

Constantine really didn't want to cheat anyone this time, and was ready to complete the commission honestly.

Batman paid a deposit of 30,000 on the spot, and Constantine suddenly became energetic and took out all the things in the bottom of the box.

But just as he was about to cast a spell, he suddenly felt that something dangerous was approaching.

Although there was no evidence, Constantine stopped immediately and said to Batman who was staring at him: "This matter is not simple. I alone, people..."

He originally wanted the Justice League to pull the daughter of the Three Palaces Demon over, and the two of them would be fine if they could perform the spell together.

But after turning around, he saw Death in classic costume, and suddenly he couldn't even speak.

"My lung cancer has been cured, do you still want to take me away now?"

"Shh!"

Death made a silencing gesture to Constantine and whispered: "Little John, I'm not here for you."

When she spoke, the Justice League realized that there was such a mysterious woman around them, and they immediately became alert.

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