The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 108 Space
"Doctor Strange." Li Ang said kindly, "If you don't mind, can you go to the reception room to rest first? I still have some private matters to deal with."

"Oh, okay." Stephen walked into the reception room with some trepidation, while Li Ang walked to the window, leaned against the guardrail, and examined the phantom with great interest.

"Judging from the nature of the aura fluctuations, you are walking through the astral world to create a power projection?" Li Ang put his hands in his pockets and said indifferently: "Besides, your real body is extremely far away from this place. Half the world is not too much."

The figure was no longer ethereal and illusory, and gradually stabilized its figure. The whole body was covered by a gray-brown coarse woolen cloak, and its face and face could not be seen clearly.

"I'm a mage," the cloaked man said in a hoarse, rough voice that was hard to distinguish between male and female. "You can call me Ancient One."

"Old and unique?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a chuckle, "It's really an arrogant name."

"Young man, I can feel the powerful power and cold aura in you." Ancient One mage said coldly: "But you should know how to be in awe, in awe of those pioneers who have survived the passage of time, in awe of those A mysterious power passed down from generation to generation."

"Hehe," Li Ang nodded noncommittally, pouted his lips towards the reception room, and asked casually, "What's going on? Is he your disciple?"

"Stephen Strange is my intended successor," the Ancient One mage said in a deep voice, "I can see that he will bear an extremely important responsibility in future disasters, and he cannot escape, and neither can you." Can't be stopped."

"I understand," Li Ang said with a smile: "It turns out that his current miserable situation is caused by your planning, and according to your script, he will also face various hardships and hardships, and step by step become your ideal successor. "

Gu Yi was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely: "This is the guidance of fate."

"Forgive me, no matter how powerful a monk is, he can't see the complete river of fate," Li Ang said, shaking his head. An act of changing fate against the sky.

If you follow the picture, really follow the illusory results shown by those illusory spirits, and be cautious, for fear of taking a wrong step or doing a wrong thing, then you can still cultivate a bird's way, it is better to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, sit in dry meditation, and close the dead. Wouldn't it be beautiful to never enter the world. "

Gu Yi didn't care about the other party's sarcasm, but the corners of the cloak fell slightly on the ground, and the invisible momentum was accumulating. Just a good doctor. But through my teachings, he will be an excellent mage"

"I think you made a mistake." Li Ang sighed, took his hand out of his pocket, shook the folds of his white coat, and said calmly: "In this world, the person who can steal from me, never existed."

Gu Yi suddenly raised his scorched hands, and drew a circular bright golden magic circle in the air. The majestic and majestic spiritual pressure increased sharply, and the strengthened glass in the research institute gave off a toothache because of the air. A sharp tremor.

Li Ang snapped his fingers unhurriedly, and the spreading spiritual energy covered the ground, ceiling, walls, and glass, preventing the aftermath of the battle from leaking out and destroying the newly established regenerative medicine research institute.

After all, this place is private property, and the broken flowers and plants are all money.

Seeing Li Ang's movements, Gu Yi's pupils hidden under the cloak suddenly shrank. He obviously didn't expect that the other party could deploy a defensive formation without leaving any traces in such a short period of time.

A haze quietly rose from the bottom of Gu Yi's heart, and the magic circle in his hand suddenly changed, turning into a dense mist, which seemed to escape slowly and quickly towards Li Ang.

This mist seems to be ordinary, but it is actually the dense water droplets full of cold and damp accumulated bit by bit by Gu Yi, who was bathed in the morning sun every day during the long process of cultivation, absorbed the thin morning mist from the top of the mountain.

Ordinary people will suffer from restricted breathing, heart failure, and collapse to the ground in a coma after taking a sip. Even monks will find it difficult to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth in the mist, and thus fall into an anxious war of attrition.

"Interesting, very novel spells, completely different from the strange spells handed down from the prehistoric times, the Taoist immortals of the Central Plains, and even the various classics in Western mysticism."

Li Ang stood there without moving, and let the mist fill in, "This water mist can not only block my perception, but also help you cover your body, detect the enemy's situation, and eliminate my home court advantage. Attack, retreat and defend."

He sincerely praised this ancient one's technique, but this kind of praise is not the awe of a high mountain, but more like the recognition and encouragement of "the younger generation is awesome".

"I came here this time just to find my disciples, there is no need to fight with swords." Even in this situation, Gu Yi still did not give up the hope of a peaceful solution, and said peacefully: "If you agree to give Stephen to me now , I can guarantee that I will never commit an offense, and I can also offer several magic tools as compensation."

"...It seems that you really don't understand the rules," Li Ang said with a sigh, "In the orthodox practice world, any monk who breaks into other people's caves without authorization and uses a projection to spy on the secrets is already humiliating and trampling on dignity. It has to be done, and the few who have a bad temper would rather smash the jade than be whole, even if they hit the stone with an egg, they will not die."

It was obvious that Li Ang was not a coward who resigned himself to it. This negotiation ended in failure and the negotiation broke down.

Gu Yi was still silent, and he, who was already as ethereal as smoke, was nowhere to be found in the dense fog, like a very patient hunter, with his bowstring fully drawn, hiding in a dark corner, peeping and waiting for his prey A trace of flaws were revealed.

However, Li Ang still had that laid-back and lazy look, and even had some free time to take an apple out of his pocket, chewing and tasting it calmly.

This is the moment.

Gu Yi leaped up abruptly, and on the tip of ten fingers, there was a mysterious magic circle shining with a dazzling golden light, and he rushed towards Li Ang silently.

His journey is not a straight line, but in a strange way that violates the basic laws of three-dimensional Euclidean space geometry.

Gu Yi seemed to be divided into countless pieces. His head appeared above, while his arms were under Li Ang's feet. These body parts were connected with broken space fragments like mirrors, containing jaw-dropping and dizzying geometry. beauty of.

(End of this chapter)