The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 88 Snowfield (4K)

Li Ang held the practice iron box engraved with complicated imprints, and as soon as Fang touched it, the iron box began to melt rapidly, clinging to his arm like sticky asphalt with autonomous consciousness.

The cold molten iron slowly condenses, and finally changes into the appearance of a butcher shop with a bone-chopping kitchen knife,
This kitchen knife is blue-black in color, the blade and the handle are self-contained, unremarkable and unpretentious, except for the four large vermilion characters of "National Hero" engraved with iron and silver hooks on the thick and powerful knife, I don't know what it means.

Li Ang shook his hand, and the bone-chopping knife began to erode rapidly, melting into a puddle of molten iron hanging in his palm, and recondensing into spears, rapiers, giant axes, and short spears in an instant.
He shook again, and the short spear in his hand was melted into a terrifying beast claw, covering Li Ang's right arm, covered with sharp and protruding bony spurs, and with a slight movement, it cut through the air quickly, leaving no doubt about its lethality force.

Constantine and Rebecca next to him have long been dumbfounded. It is not difficult to refine ignorant dead things into magic weapons. According to rumors, in the distant continent of Europe, there are wizards who can refine mercury into a magic weapon. The magic dress for the moon spirit marrow liquid can also change into various shapes like the iron block in Li Ang's hand.

However, they have never heard of a magic circuit tattooed on a magic weapon.

And not one, not two, but a full fifty.

You must know that the magic circuit is a talent stored in the human body similar to the nerves of the brain. What Li Ang did was like crushing a top-notch magician with incomparable talent into powder, crushing it and casting it in a block of iron.

"This is impossible!" Constantine cried out: "Any metal has its magical conductivity, just like electrical conductivity. This is the basic property of matter. The magical conductivity of iron is not as good as that of Mithril, or that of fine gold. , not as good as bronze, not even wood, not to mention the circulation of magic power, just a little bit of ether dipping can make ordinary steel rotten and dilapidated."

Rebecca also looked at a loss, her world view was slightly shaken, but the deep-rooted researcher's rationality still took the top spot,

She bit her lips tightly, and after thinking for a while, she immediately raised her head and said to Li Ang, "You didn't regard steel as the carrier of the ether. Instead, your blood is the dominant ether channel."

Ordinary wizards also use their own blood as a container to cast spells,

But ordinary people's blood can only be used for a while, there will always be a day when it dries up and evaporates or the magic power in the blood is naturally exhausted, leaving only ordinary dried blood.

Only the blood of the immortals known by the monks in the East can survive for thousands of years. No matter the severe cold or heat, the wind and the sun, or the erosion of time, it is still crystal clear without any loss.

Li Ang is still far away from the realm of immortals at this time, and his blood is naturally far from comparable to that of immortals, but it is only because the "Human Immortal Refining Apertures Method" that he practiced can make the body transparent and the essence Unity, the aura content that the blood can hold far exceeds that of others,

"You're right," Li Ang nodded to Rebecca, and said, "I also had a whim, using the iron block as a human body, carving lines on the iron block as iron meridians, and using my own essence Blood was poured into it, coupled with the concepts of 'circulation', 'casting', and 'life' in the Looney text, and this magic weapon that can draw spiritual energy from the air itself as an energy supply was refined."

"Aura?" Rebecca grasped what he didn't understand in Li Ang's words, and asked, "Is this what you Eastern people call ether?"

"Almost." Li Ang said indifferently: "Spiritual Qi and Ether are both names used by ancient sages for the mighty power of heaven and earth, and they all lead to the same goal by different routes."

He lowered his head and said, "Since this object can change with the user's thoughts, let's call it the 'Wanhua Cardinal Box'."

After all, Li Ang's arm trembled slightly, and the huge and deformed iron arm suddenly eroded and poured down, wrapping around his jeans like a sneaky snake, serving as a belt in an orderly manner.

"Since you've got what you want, when will you be able to fulfill your promise?" Constantine swallowed, and boldly asked: "To be honest, being a spirit body trapped in such a small place doesn't matter at all." It's a pain—I can't even turn around freely."

Li Ang thought for a while and replied: "It takes time to prepare a new body. If you don't mind, I will start to arrange it after this Christmas."

Constantine hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing. Now he lacks bargaining chips.

Thinking of this, the second-rate warlock couldn't help but glance at the corner of the basement, where a purely closed aseptic isolation room was newly built. Various complicated instruments were placed outside the isolation room, and in the center of the room stood a slightly obtrusive alloy wall.

Baron Sterak, who aspired to become a salted fish, was embedded in the wall. His body was densely filled with transparent pipes, like an insect trapped in a spider's web.

The crimson blood flowed in and out along the pipe, but the bald man didn't respond at all. His head was firmly bound by a strong belt. Only the muddy and lifeless one-eyed pupil and the saliva that flowed from the corner of his mouth from time to time could prove that he was still alive. live.

Next to the alloy wall embedded with Baron Sterak, there is another whiteboard that can be moved and turned over. The whiteboard is full of complicated pictures, calculation formulas, and abbreviations of long English sentences.
With Constantine's knowledge, he couldn't understand what kind of ghost symbol it was. He only knew that it was roughly a medical experiment or something.

Thinking that he could almost become like this, Constantine felt a chill rushing down his back, and he didn't dare to look at Li Ang.

On the contrary, it was Rebecca, with a twinkle in her eyes, and asked, "Are you a monk from the East?"

"You can say that."

Li Ang was noncommittal, but saw a look of struggle on Rebecca's face, "...Have you ever heard of the name 'Mandarin'?"

"Mandarin?" Li Ang raised his eyebrows. This English term is literally used to describe the bureaucratic class in ancient China, but from Rebecca's tone, it seems to be someone's name, "Didn't you hear that?" I told you, tell me the details."

Rebecca took a deep breath. The reason why she brought it up on this occasion was to increase her use value in Li Ang's mind.

"Actually, I also heard from hearsay. It is said that this Manchurian from Huaguo was born when the nineteenth century and the twentieth century converged. His real name is no longer available.
He was a great warlord in China at that time.In the war-torn era of warlord separatism, relying on his rich family background and resourceful mind, he quickly gained the upper hand. "

Rebecca spoke in a straightforward manner, while Li Ang continued to listen to the other party's statement with a blank expression,
"When this Mandarin was about to aspire to the crown, he retreated bravely and escaped from the mortal world. He went to the ancient temples in the mountains to find a chance. After more than half a century, he practiced the skills left by the ancient monks. He can control thunder, After moving mountains and filling seas, he entered the world again, relying on the gold and silver treasures that had been buried in the soil, he quickly attracted several Vietnamese mercenary regiments and settled down in Southeast Asia."

Li Ang frowned and said, "Wait, how do you know so clearly?"

"." A hint of helplessness and resentment flashed across Rebecca's face, and she said resentfully, "About 30 to [-] years ago, I was chased and killed by a group of people from the mysterious world because I had the secret of longevity. My lord."

Li Ang chuckled and said, "You told me this because you think I'd be interested in the oriental spells of this Mandarin and go to trouble him?"

"More than that," Rebecca said calmly, "Although the body I lived in was a dying Thai old woman, her magic talent was astonishingly high. Nine successes of the period.

But even if it was like that, I couldn't survive a few rounds in the hands of the Mandarin. Fortunately, I had already set up a retreat, and I barely escaped. "

Li Ang saw that the expression on her face did not seem to be fake, and his mind moved slightly. If the Mandarin is really as powerful as Rebecca said, maybe it is really necessary to check it out.

Even a cultivator like him who has been cultivating for many years still struggles in this dharma-ending era where his aura is exhausted. How can a mandarin man who has read the scriptures from ancient books break through the shackles?
"He's in Vietnam now?"

"I'm not sure." Rebecca shook her head, "I haven't seen him since then, but it's impossible for such a character to lurk silently, there will always be some gossip Track it down on him."

"I see." Li Ang waved his hand, which ended the topic. Now he has just stepped into Foundation Establishment, and it's not the time to go to Vietnam to trouble others.

But this also reminded myself that strength is the most important thing.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and even the Mandarin, I don’t know how many of these huge forces are lurking, like a crocodile lying on the water like a piece of dead wood, which may stir up a strong current at any time and anywhere, jumping He stepped out, piercing his own vitals with sharp fangs.

"The present world is really getting more and more interesting."

Li Ang sighed, adjusted the newly refined magic weapon a little, turned and left the basement without stopping.

A boot stepped on the ground and was immersed in the snow, making a soft rustling sound.

He took a deep breath, and the cool air flowed down his throat into his lungs. He spread his palms, and crystal snowflakes slowly fell.

"It's really cold." Li Ang rubbed his hands and walked towards the garage at Williams Manor.

When Christmas is approaching, Black Friday is imminent, and the coming rain has startled the streets and alleys, shop fronts have been decorated with lights and Christmas related decorations.

The Christmas hits on the Billboard Billboard music list have been smashed again and again, holly trees such as cedars and cypresses are sold out, and the middle-aged, old, greasy, short and fat men who were despised by everyone in the past can also wear red and white Santa Claus at this moment Get dressed and enjoy taking photos with the crowd.

Li Ang sat in the driver's seat of the pickup truck and drove out of the city.
Yesterday's Gotham was still clear and cloudy, and now it is cloudy, and most of the city is covered with white snow.

According to those meteorologists, this is the legacy left by the hurricane. Through cumbersome and confusing charts and various professional meteorological terms, they gave the only conclusion-this year's snowfall I am afraid to break previous records.

For children, it is natural to smile. Gotham is located on the west coast, which is considered a half-island city. It is rare to see heavy snow, and it is also rare for those homeless tramps this year to not have to worry about eating tomorrow. - Mayor Lincoln March Many consortiums are called on to recruit employees, and through the recycling and transformation of the gang heritage, the unemployed population will be eliminated as much as possible.

The road leading to the outside of the city has long been plowed back and forth by snowplows, and the snow piled up on both sides of the road has formed grass snake gray lines.

Cars come and go, going out of the city and entering the city, most of them drag their families to visit relatives and friends. Christmas music and the roars of the whole family resound in the narrow car.

On the outskirts of the city, the vehicles gradually thinned out. The snowplows did not take this part of the journey into account. The rough and dark tires made long marks on the white snow, allowing the asphalt road to see the light again.

Li Ang casually glanced out the window,
Outside the window is a dense forest covered in silver. There is a thick layer of snow on the ground. From a distance, it looks soft and amiable, and its white and flawless appearance looks like cotton candy. It makes people want to step on it a few times.

One or two sharp birdsongs were faintly heard, echoing in the open field,

It's just the wilderness, it's common to see,
Except for Baron Sterak's steel prosthesis buried under a certain tree.

"It's well hidden, not even the heartbeat, but the breath is wrong."

Li Ang muttered to himself, looked away, and didn't even slow down the car, and continued to drive out of the city.

In his vision, the seemingly ordinary snow surface has tiny holes that ordinary people cannot detect with the naked eye.

There are about thirty or forty of these holes, distributed around the steel prosthesis in a ring shape. The snow layer around the holes is slightly concave, and from time to time, warm and moist air that is too thin to be seen emerges.

These holes serve as vents, helping assassins buried under snow to breathe.

"It seems that they don't know my identity yet, they just tracked down the location of Satan's Claw in some way, and set up an ambush, waiting for the murderer to dig out the prosthetic limb - after all, there are not many vehicles on this kind of suburban trail , the person who happened to stop on this path is the murderer."

Li Ang muttered, turned on the music in the car, looked at the retreating jungle through the rearview mirror,
"If I show a little hesitation and slow down the car during that distance, dozens of assassins hidden in the dense forest will suddenly burst forth and rush forward."

He tapped the iron belt lightly, a burst of brilliance suddenly lit up on the belt, and then disappeared in an instant.

"Come back at night, whether it's Hydra or any other forces, the results will be forgotten."

The sound of the car faded away, and the heat from the engine was clearly visible in the cold wind, leaving only the forest, sea and snow field waiting in place.

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