The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 12 Live

Tick, tick.

The numbers on the scarlet LCD panel are counting down, precise and stable.

Li Ang collapsed on the ground, his left hand was broken, the muscle relaxant melted into his blood, his eyes were blinded by the shock bomb, and the tinnitus pierced deep into his mind like a drilling machine, and the noise refused to stop.

He was able to save his own time with 20 seconds left.

The tear gas that was thrown into the carriage squeaked, the dense smoke stings the skin like fire, and the respiratory tract is as anxious as if it had been poured into magma.

Unable to see, unable to hear, one arm was broken, and he was injected with hypnotics and muscle relaxants. The electronic sound kept ringing and the stopwatch was like a death knell, waiting for the final judgment.

"The barbiturate that the clown injected me is a central nervous system depressant, which can inhibit the pontine reticular structure, hyperpolarize the postsynaptic membrane under the action of transmitters, and decrease the excitation of postsynaptic neurons. "

Li Ang's mind is like a library's computer query system, sorting and storing the materials he collected through the Internet and books, and clearly presenting the relevant information in front of his eyes.

"In other words, barbiturates reduce the impact of incoming impulses on the cerebral cortex, blocking all my consciousness strongly and quickly."

The effect of the medicine started, and the hypnotic agent made based on carbon-based organisms undoubtedly took effect on Li Ang. He only felt that his mind was pulled away quickly, and his soul slowly rose like a paper kite without strings. The whole person seemed to be soaking in a hot spring. It's warm, I don't want to think about anything, I don't want to do anything.

At this moment, he suddenly had the idea of ​​abandoning the way and completely immersing himself in this deep, gentle, deep and sea-like darkness.

What cultivating immortals, what great avenues, you can give up everything, just lie down quietly, empty your mind, empty.
"Absurd! I can easily kill even the heavenly demon who disturbed the Dao heart during the thunder calamity. What kind of thing is a mere chemical reagent?"

Li Ang roared in his heart, drumming the sea of ​​consciousness, the snake-like spiritual energy gathered along the veins and gathered in hundreds of acupuncture points all over his body, forcing the muscles to tremble and move.

In his previous life, he once collected a classic book called "The Method of Immortal Refining Apertures", whose author has been hidden in the long river of history and cannot be verified.

This book "The Method of Refining Apertures of Human Immortals" advocates infusing the tendons and veins with true qi, opening up the orifices of the human body, and forming vortices of true qi in the orifices.During daily practice, it can induce the aura of heaven and earth to spit out the old, absorb the new and expand the tendons. When facing the enemy, the acupuncture points of the whole body will work together, and countless vortices of true energy will open up the limbs and bones, and every inch of muscle can burst out with endless power.

According to the author's notes, when more than a thousand acupoints are opened with this "Human Immortal Aperture Refining Method", the cultivator's own body will be impenetrable by all methods, and he will be sublimated to the realm of human immortality where he can practice Qi to return to the void and step through the void. , the heavens and the world let him wander.

It's a pity that Li Ang majored in Leifa in his previous life, and he was not interested in this kind of method of becoming holy through martial arts, so he didn't spend too much energy on it.

The situation was critical at this moment, and Li Ang really had no room for mediation, so he had to pour all the spiritual energy condensed through half a month's hard work into the orifice point, and barely deduced the "Human Immortal Orifice Refining Method" to the first level.

This was enough, the acupoints all over Li Ang's body were like a tiny engine driving the muscles to compress and stretch, making himself stand up unsteadily like a puppet on a string.

"10 seconds left."

He recited the number silently, then struggled forward with staggering steps, and according to his previous memory, he picked up the girl with a time bomb stuck to her lapel from the floor of the carriage in a cloud of smoke.

Because the capsaicin and bromine vapor in the tear gas can irritate the mucous membranes of the eyes and the lining of the nasal cavity, the faces of Li Ang and the unconscious girl were covered with tears, nose, and saliva, and they looked in a panic.

Not caring so much, Li Ang violently wanted to tear off the girl's skirt to remove the time bomb, but found that due to the effect of the muscle relaxant, his fingers lost feeling and he couldn't open his fingers at all.

With 7 seconds left, Li Ang shook his head and struggled against drowsiness. He reached out and groped at the bottom of the smoky car, and finally touched the ring handle that could open the floor.

At this time, the Gotham Police Department's SWAT officers wearing gas masks, bulletproof armor, holding long and short guns, and constantly communicating with tactical gestures have already used special engineering cones to blast the windows and doors, and broke in.

It was impossible to see in the car covered by thick smoke. Li Ang pressed one hand on the floor of the car, and deduced the location of the special police through the vibration of the steel plate.

Get out!

With a kick, Li Ang kicked the Gotham special police who were blocking the front and flew across the road, collapsing into the steel wall at the back of the carriage.

"I'm attacked, repeat, I'm attacked! Can't see the enemy!"

The special policeman clutching his chest just got up from the ground, but Li Ang grabbed his helmet and threw it roughly backwards, hitting those helpless special policemen, knocking them to the ground.

It wasn't that Li Ang wanted to attack the Gotham guy, but that he couldn't speak at the moment, and the time bomb was running out of time, so he couldn't explain the situation at all.

"Get up!"

Li Ang roared furiously in his heart, his shriveled palms barely hooked on the ring in the center of the carriage, and lifted the circular steel plate away.

With 4 seconds left, Li Ang's eyes were red, he grabbed the girl by the skirt, carried her into the secret door, and fell on the steps on both sides of the sewer.

Compared with the terrifying effect of tear gas, the turbid stench from the sewer seemed more gentle and sweet. Leaning against the girl, Li Ang, like a vicious dog, tore off the tape that tied the time bomb with his teeth.

Count down for 2 seconds.

Li Ang threw the bomb away with the last ounce of strength, turned around and hugged the unconscious girl, and led her to the back of the greasy moss-covered wall stone pillar in the sewer.

The time returned to zero, and the time bomb that crossed the parabola in mid-air undid the shackles that oppressed it.

The explosion sounded like the most dazzling drumbeat in the grand epic. The burning flames illuminated all the narrowest corners of the dark sewer, and the shock waves visible to the naked eye directly pushed the muddy sewage into furious waves.

The rock-solid wall collapsed, and countless stones fell like a torrential rain, completely blocking the way back to the surface.

Li Ang hugged the girl and stuck it against the wall behind the stone pillar. The flying fine stones scraped his back mercilessly, leaving blood grooves deep enough to see the bones, and the blood dripped dripping down.

survived?Exhausted, he panted heavily, leaning against the wall and sat down slumped, only feeling an irresistible deep sleepiness hit him, and he couldn't help but unconsciously passed out.

(End of this chapter)