Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin and Diana chatted about death while walking towards the original location of the cemetery.

Everything in the blockade wall was leveled, leaving only an open space and the unlucky policemen.

Diana was worried that moving these petrified policemen rashly might lead to some uncontrollable consequences, so she left them there.

"The souls are still there!"

Martin only took a glance and figured out the situation of these sculptures.

Neither their souls nor their bodies were damaged. Although their desires were taken away and turned them into statues, the curse was not irreversible.

"This curse is born for souls and does not eat human essence. Just break these people's fantasies and they can be pulled out of the curse."

"It's just that their divine thoughts are damaged and they have turned into mud and stone, so they can't help but lose some lifespan. It's difficult for mortals to recover."

Zhang Jue was experienced after all. Although he didn't show up, he saw the predicament of these policemen at a glance.

"Gotham is a turbulent place. No one can predict whether they will live in the morning or die in the afternoon. Let them die, anyway, they will not live to their destiny."

Martin's attitude towards these policemen is average, and the reason is very simple, because they are not his own people.

What does it look like to be considered as his own people? One standard is that they are willing to follow Gordon, be bound by him, and not have any dealings with the gangs in the black industry.

The relationship between these cursed policemen and the gangs is no longer a secret, because they never betray others.

But since they still respect Gordon as the chief and are unwilling to tear their faces, Martin decided to save them, so as to prevent the next batch of policemen from being worse.

Although the Wayne Group is a local snake, it cannot directly interfere in government affairs.

Gordon, the chief, cannot interfere in the management of the police academy, police work and police discipline. He once wanted to transfer police from other states, but finally gave up.

"The Supreme Star, responds to changes without stopping. Exorcise evil spirits, bind demons, protect life and body.

Wisdom is clear, mind is peaceful. Three souls are eternal, and the spirit is not lost."

Martin chanted the Pure Heart Mantra softly, and stretched out a pair of sword fingers on his right hand. The fingertips lit up with a faint light, and the spiritual light shone, illuminating all the cursed policemen.

When all the shadows were dispelled by the spiritual light, the souls of all the policemen emerged from the statue-like bodies, but there was no reaction.

Their desires were sucked away, and their souls had no vitality, so naturally there was no clearness, turbidity, movement, or stillness, only stiffness remained.

"Go!"

Martin looked at these stiff souls and changed his mind temporarily.

The so-called meditation mantra is meant to protect the mind, inspire wisdom, and thus achieve a state of tranquility, so that better practice can be achieved.

But these policemen have no desires, and I have become no different from the stones, weeds, and trees on the roadside. At this time, using the meditation mantra is actually not very effective.

So, Martin raised his sword finger and swung it down fiercely, as if he had swung a sharp sword out of thin air and hit these policemen directly on the head.

The spell, which was originally meant to purify people's hearts, suddenly changed, absorbing the falling starlight from the sky and directly hitting their heads.

The evil charm was immediately driven away by the power of the spell, fell on the starlight, and was directly melted, as if it had never existed.

While attacking the evil charm externally, the power of the spell also rushed into the souls of these people, breaking their tranquility and making their souls turbulent.

Generally speaking, those who learn Taoism must make the three souls permanent and the seven spirits safe, so that they can control their desires and turn them into a pure state before they can continue to practice.

Martin followed his way and used a Buddhist method similar to a wake-up call to stir the souls of these people with one blow. The three souls and seven spirits were turbulent, and all kinds of desires naturally arose, pulling the consciousness of these policemen out of that rigid state.

Desires arose, the consciousness of the policemen got rid of the curse, and their petrified bodies slowly began to recover to the appearance of ordinary people.

The power left by the multi-eyed ghost became restless.

Originally, it absorbed desires, but it only had instincts.

It stopped eating when it was full, and continued eating when it was hungry, like a bottomless pit. Although it could accommodate a lot of things, it would never grow bigger, and would never have the urge to "want".

But with the death of the multi-eyed ghost, the absorbed desires had nowhere to go, so they fell into this power, and were messily put together, finally making this invisible thing have impulses.

It wanted to eat more desires, wanted to become bigger, and wanted to control more people. Although it was meaningless to do so, it just wanted to do so.

So, when it sensed that a strange life approached with abundant desires and took away the food under its hands, it felt angry for the first time.

It couldn't speak, had no language, so it used actions to show its anger, and began to frantically absorb the desires of those policemen to make itself bigger.

"Boring!"

Martin didn't take this new power seriously. The other party's demonstration seemed too childish and ridiculous to him.

Usually, this kind of invisible thing is always difficult to deal with. If you can't quickly grasp the other party's form and ability, you will be slowly worn to death.

But Martin the Godman had Zhang Jiao's support, and the remaining power of the Godman had not yet dissipated. He didn't even need to chant or perform any magic. He just stretched out his hand and the Yellow Heaven Qi flowed, rolling up the divine light, turning into a simple long sword, and chopped directly down.

"The power of heaven is so great, all evils retreat!"

The so -called God man is such a pretty reasonable.

Martin cut it down, and the curse of the ghosts and gods all turned into black, and it was squeezed by the same invisible Tianwei.

The memories of these policemen were still at the moment when petrochemical, and opened their eyes to see a strong man wearing armor and holding a long knife stood in front of themselves, scaring them to pull the gun immediately.

"What? I would like to ask you anyway, even if you are a black policeman, you should know the truth of grace?"

Martin's response to these policemen was extremely disappointed. He was too lazy to promise them and didn't want to see this group of guys at a glance.

He waved his hand directly, calling the wind directly, rolling up all the police cars, and rolling all the police officers to block the wall.

"I'm here!"

Superman stood in the air and saw a police car flying out, one car in one hand, caught these police cars steadily, and then placed it on the ground.

Immediately after, someone pulled the police away and sent it directly to the hospital.

"How did Martin rescue them back? Nothing was crazy?"

When the Superman was waiting, he couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and secretly glanced at the inside of the blocking wall.

The super body of the Xingxing people was there. Although the curse of this ghost and god took away the desire of Superman, it could not make his body have any special changes.

In the end, Superman only became a lively cloud time after half an hour, and he became alive.

However, with the physical and psychological quality of Superman, it has been tossed for half an hour. What kind of torture the average person will experience, naturally you don't need to say more.

They were very restless in their hearts. Although they knew Martin's ability was very powerful, they still couldn't control him to worry about him.

Martin had the same feelings. After playing with these things for a day, he felt bored and tired. He didn't want to see these unjust soul ghosts, but wanted to be with Diana.

Thinking of this, Martin took the lead.

He inserted the long knife made by Huang Tiantian's prestige on the ground, and took out the "Shi Guang Dang" transformed out of the spiritual stone, and tapped it twice on the handle.

Boom!

Huang Tian and the thick soil met, and the time turned upside down.

With the blockade of the wall as the boundary, the wall is safe and sound outside the wall, and a harmonious atmosphere. The wall was directly exploded in the wall, and the land that was turned over by Martin not long ago was turned over again.

Countless soil flies around, and the sky hangs upside down, reflecting the invisible monsters hidden in the corner.

It was originally a source of no sources, and it is reasonable that there is no specific image.

If it is hiding after the death of the eyes, it wo n’t take long, it will become a powerful evil thing.

But it did not have enough so -called wisdom. It hit Martin directly and was shining by such a trick to forcibly outline the hair body and lost its biggest advantage.

"Nest, nest, nest ..."

The monsters who devour desires try to imitate Martin what they want to say in their hearts. They were originally like a baby who learned the tongue, and it looked a little cute.

But in line with the image of that guy, a colorful color, as if the pigment becomes fine, squeezed into a fructic -like thing, it looks weird.

"Bye now!"

Martin's mana, the scriptures of the armor on his body lit up one by one, and finally extended to the long knife, and finally inspired the mighty power in the knife body.

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

"Let you leave with distortions before facing this world. This is my greatest kind to you!"

Although Martin rushed to meet with Diana, when he saw this monster, he still gave birth to a trace of mercy.

His pity is from sincerity, so he did not let him leave or to do some of the processes.

"God's sword, all the ghosts collapse!"

The eight words spit out in the mouth of Martin, and there was a rolling thunderous sound from Jiuxiao and rushing into the field of overwriting that day.

The statue of Tiandong Zhenjun flashed across, and then turned into a golden knife, cutting out with Martin's hands.

As he said before, he was good at using the North Emperor Law. He had been under Huangtian before and had no chance.

And now everything is over, so after reading a spell, thousands of thunder fell.

Boom!

The madness is a masterpiece, the Thunder bombed.

The waiting alliances were still strange about why there was a thunderous sound suddenly in the sky. Martin came out of the blockade wall, and the armor on his body was stained with a layer of black soil.

There is nothing in Gotham's land, and it becomes black.

Martin was worried that it was a mixed chemical pharmaceutical agent, and he made the soil around the cemetery into this color.

"Everything is solved!"

Martin waved his hand and dispeld the dust on his body.

"You can solve it less than ten minutes?"

Batman stared at Martin and saw him dirty.

"The surgery industry has a special attack. Of course, you do n’t know that ghosts and gods are slow, but I am different."

Martin had put away all the spells and smiled at Batman.

"No matter what kind of monster and monsters are, I have spells and magic weapons specifically to deal with them here."

"Then what method do you use to solve that monster?"

"I cut a knife!"

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Batman and the others all had a question mark in their minds at the same time: "Is it that simple?"

"I used the Tianpeng spell and Huang Tianwei in that strike, and before that I used magic to make the monster appear."

"That's what I do. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to kill the monster without setting up a few large formations, summoning a few gods and ancestors, and destroying a few blocks."

Martin was not exaggerating at all.

If it weren't for his skill and experience, and his ability to use invisible things to deal with invisible things, the monster would not have been so easy to deal with.

"It's getting late, everyone, collect the things here, and go home!"

Martin snapped his fingers, the Huang Tianqi flowed, and clouds of celebration appeared. Dozens of yellow turban warriors jumped out of the clouds and began to dismantle the blockade walls and sort out the shattered land.

To do these things, Martin just summoned ordinary warriors, who had no self-intelligence and would only act according to the commands set in advance, which was actually not much different from robots.

Seeing the excited eyes that Flash and the others cast at him, Martin said tactfully: "If you want to use magic, you must have magic power. I can draw thousands of talismans for you now, but today, you don't have magic power, and in the end you just get a pile of waste paper."

Talismans don't need magic power to use simply, but the things that talismans can do, the superheroes can do themselves, in fact, there is no difference.

"If anyone is interested in practicing Buddhism and Taoism, I will write a few books and put them in the Alliance Library one day, you can slowly read them yourself!"

Martin has no habit of collecting people.

After hearing Martin say this, Flash was no longer curious and helped those strong men to comb the land, but his super speed obviously didn't have this ability.

In the end, the strong men were forced to rush and grabbed Flash and threw him out directly.

Martin laughed twice at the Flash eating dirt, then found Death and whispered to her: "Now, can you tell me what the real purpose of coming to me is?"

Death was not unexpected. With Martin's intelligence, it was only a matter of time before he guessed these things.

"If you know the Endless Family, you should know that I have a younger brother who is the master of dreams."

"You mean Memphis, the god of dreams?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, then remembered the details of the incident: "Has he not been released from captivity yet?"

The pursuit of the Endless Family has always existed among humans from ancient times to the present.

In the early 20th century, a mystical sect found records about death. In order to pursue immortality, they planned a plan to capture death, but unexpectedly summoned Memphis, the god of dreams.

In theory, these two gods are not something that mortals can deal with. No matter which one they summon, the final result is definitely death.

But in order to maintain the stability of the dream, Memphis had just decomposed his power into three specific magic tools at that time, and had not yet recovered, and was far away from the dream.

So, by mistake, the master of the dream became a mortal prisoner and has been imprisoned.

"Yes, in this matter, he also suffered for me, so I hope you can help me rescue him."

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