Marvel: It Starts with a Spell

Daolong saw this and thought to himself that this was not good.

"I've fallen into a trap! This guy is much stronger than I thought!"

Daolong secretly saw that the Dark Killer had been fighting with Li Huang for such a long time before appearing, just to test Li Huang's strength.

"I didn't expect that he actually hid so much strength." Daolong covered his chest, thinking about the fight between Li Huang and the three dark killers when he was secretly observing just now. He felt angry. He didn't expect that he would be fooled by such a young guy.

"Hah." Daolong pointed his staff at Li Huang and a beam of black magic shot towards Li Huang. Li Huang used his mind to avoid the black magic and appeared in front of Daolong, punching Daolong in the chest.

"Hoohoo!"

Daolong was slightly surprised, but the staff in his hand shook subconsciously, and he murmured: "Dang..."

A blue-purple magic shield blocked in front of him. Li Huang's fist paused, and Daolong stepped back to avoid Li Huang's fist.

"龏尧涛..."

Before he could utter a single spell, Li Huang was in front of Daolong again and threw another punch. This punch was so fast that Daolong had no time to react. Daolong only saw an afterimage and then flew backwards. Only in the air did he feel the sharp pain in his chest.

With a "plop", Walon fell to the ground. Li Huang had already appeared beside him and grabbed his throat. The battle was completely a crushing victory.

After all, it is difficult for a mage to win when being attacked by an assassin, not to mention that the one in front of him is an assassin plus a tank with a bug-like displacement skill.

Seeing Li Huang so strong, Dao Long's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "Zi Yan..."

"Huh!?" Li Huang clearly sensed a sense of danger. At the moment of his telepathic transmission, Daolong exploded, black gas burst, and waves of death, accompanied by a deafening sound, splashed on Li Huang's body while he was transmitting his mind. One of the black gas rose into the air and disappeared rapidly.

Li Huang appeared in the distance. The place where he was shocked just now was bloody, but fortunately it was not serious. Then a light flashed in his body, and the horse talisman was activated. The flesh on his body began to wriggle and repair. He stared at the center of the explosion with a gloomy face.

"I didn't expect he would dare to blow himself up."

Li Huang walked to the place where Daolong exploded, picked up his staff which had been broken into several pieces, put it away, and disappeared here, leaving only a huge explosion pit and a mess on the ground. Gradually, the sun disappeared, and bursts of snowflakes flew, covering all traces.

"Ding-dong-"

"Welcome to Dad's Antique Shop. What would you like to buy? Is it you?" The white-haired old man looked at the young man who entered the store with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

"Old sir, it's me. Sorry to bother you. This is a gift for you." Li Huang respectfully placed the box in his hand on the table and stepped back towards his father.

The old man frowned, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Li Huang: "What a trick."

He pretended to push the box away, but when the old man touched the box, his hand suddenly shrank as if it had touched a stove. He looked up at Li Huang, his eyes flashing with a gleam of anger, "Dark item?"

He is a righteous Qi wizard. At first glance, Li Huang gave him such a black Qi magic item, which seemed to be a provocation to him. Dad also has a bad temper and subconsciously became angry.

"You can open it and have a look." Li Huang still had a respectful smile on his face. After all, the old man in front of him had been fighting against evil all the time, just like him, Li Huang, for his own personal interests.

Seeing Li Huang like this, the old man didn't know what he was up to, but remembering that he could talk to Master Gu Yi, it could prove a lot of things, so he opened the box a crack and took a look.

"You killed Daolong?"

"Yes, he died in Romania and blew himself up in front of me." Li Huang nodded.

The old man looked Li Huang up and down and asked, "Did he self-destruct?"

"to him……"

"Come in and talk, Xiaoyu, make some tea, Shifeng Longjing." Dad shouted upstairs, then closed the door of the antique shop and invited Li Huang to go into another room to talk.

Li Huang walked into the room calmly and sat on the wooden sofa. The room was lined with books on all sides, and the walls were made up of various books. These books were in different languages ​​and from different eras, but basically there was no dust on them, which meant that these books were often read.

A mischievous little girl opened the door holding a teapot and looked at Li Huang curiously. She had a good impression of the guy who saved her. "I don't know why he came to see Dad. Don't say he wants to discuss how to eat garlic..."

It has to be said that Xiaoyu is quite good in the art of tea. With his meager knowledge, Li Huang knows that Xiaoyu's way of brewing and serving tea is extremely standard.

"please."

Li Huang took the green tea from Xiaoyu and took a sip. It tasted slightly bitter at first, but then turned sweet. The sweet taste and the fragrance were refreshing, making Li Huang feel like he was "floating in the air". To describe it in one word, it would be "refreshing".

"Good tea, it really is, with a hint of fragrance floating in the blue waves. Tea doesn't intoxicate people, but people get intoxicated by it. You are worthy of your insight into tea. And this girl, she has such great tea art at such a young age." Li Huang praised.

What is Shifeng Longjing? Among Longjing teas, West Lake Longjing tea ranks first among China's famous teas. The tea leaves are "green in color, fragrant, mellow in taste, and beautiful in shape", which can be called the "four wonders". West Lake Longjing tea has five core production areas: Shifeng, Longjing, Yunqi, Hupao, and Meijiawu. Shifeng is the best, and "Qingqian Tea" is the best treasure. It is a gift at the state banquet level. In ancient times, it was tribute, which shows how precious it is.

Li Huang was quite flattered that his father actually treated him to Shifeng Longjing tea.

After hearing what Li Huang said, the old man's expression eased a lot. He glanced at Xiaoyu who was very pleased with himself and said, "Xiaoyu, go out. I'll talk to him."

After Xiaoyu left the house, the old man put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Daolong is not dead."

"Huh?" Li Huang stared at his father with confusion.

The wrinkles on the old man's forehead tightened again: "This is Daolong's secret spell, he once used it when fighting the archmage.

I ask you, did he explode into a ball of black gas? "

Li Huang nodded: "Indeed, although I felt it was very dangerous at the time, in the end his self-explosion was not very powerful."

When Li Huang thought of this detail, he suddenly felt that he was too slow.

"Alas, that was his unique magic. He transformed his body into black gas and continued to survive. As long as he found or refined a suitable body within a certain period of time, he could be resurrected again. You didn't know about this, so it was normal for him to run away." Dad sighed.

"Feel sorry……"

Dad interrupted Li Huang and said, "No need to apologize. Killing him was not your job. But I'm curious, why did you go looking for trouble with him?"

Li Huang did not intend to hide anything from this respectable old man: "I need a way to absorb the magic power of the talisman. As far as I know, Daolong knows this method, so I went to find Daolong, actually more for my own benefit."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes were complicated: "I shouldn't have told you this, but after all, you have been recognized by the Supreme Mage, and you have saved Xiaoyu, so I don't want anything to happen to you;

In fact, Daolong's magic came from a book called "Dark God Book: Magic Codex". It is said that the original book is unclean and the beginning of sin. Anyone who practices it will not have a good ending. Daolong practiced the fragments of the codex. Just the fragments allowed him to gain such powerful power. You should know the harm of this thing."

Li Huang was extremely shocked. Daolong was not that outstanding in Jackie Chan Adventures, but the things he cultivated here were of such great origin.

The Darkhold, also known as the Book of the Dead, the Book of Sins, and the Scroll of Sithon, is one of the most mysterious books in the Marvel Universe.

It is said that billions of years ago, the ancient god Xisong, who had fallen into a demon, was forced to exile to other dimensions to avoid being devoured by the God Eater. Before escaping, Xisong wrote down all his evil deeds and spells on indestructible parchment, which was called the Xisong Volume. Later, these parchments were revised into a book and called the Dark Book. Before Xisong's exile, he left the Dark Book on Earth as a channel for him to influence the Earth and release energy.

At this moment, Li Huang absolutely didn't dare to bang this thing. He was not sure he could deal with the eight demons, let alone the Ancient One, let alone touch this weird ancient magic book.

Li Huang called up the system and took a look. After seeing the exchange points, he felt a little relieved. Thinking that he could no longer use Daolong's magic to absorb the power of the talisman, he knew that he would have to bleed.

Seeing that Li Huang remained silent, with his expression sometimes gloomy and sometimes relaxed, his father stood up, climbed the ladder, and pulled out a thick book. Li Huang could clearly see the thick dust on the book.

Dad dusted off the dust and turned the pages. There was a book sandwiched between the title pages.

The old man looked at the book with nostalgia, sadness and a bit of smile in his eyes, and handed it to Li Huang solemnly.

"This is a book of demonic magic, which was obtained by my teacher, Master Yao, during his travels. I once felt that the magic here was powerful and fast, and I was eager to practice the magic in it. I even argued with him about it for a while. Later, when I learned that Daolong had gone astray by practicing black magic, I understood the teacher's good intentions. As an orthodox descendant of Qi magic, I must not practice such quick-acting magic, which would mess up my mind and disturb my Taoism.

However, power has no right or wrong, good or evil, it just depends on the heart of its user. After all, the power of your spell also belongs to the devil. Today I give this book to you, hoping that you can use devil magic to maintain justice. "

Li Huang originally wanted to say: "The power of the Dark Book is indeed dark and evil."

But looking at his father who was so serious, he felt that he couldn't say this. After all, this respectable old man gave him this book just because he saved Xiaoyu and obtained Gu Yi's recognition. How could he say such a depressing word?

"Old man, I will. Even if I use the power of a demon, I will never forget that I am a human being."

Li Huang took the book and said solemnly.

[Spell Collection - Written by Zhulan] This is a strange magic book, compiled by a demon wizard named "Zhulan". It contains many strange magics, mainly general demon spells, supplemented by gravity spells. It is a book of high value.

Note: This book is suitable for demons to learn, and is more difficult for humans to learn. Forced practice of some spells may lead to unknown mutations.

Value: 7000 Exchange Points

This is actually a book of spells written by Zhulan?! Zhulan, the Moon Demon, represents the Moon and corresponds to the "Kan" in the Bagua Rune. Zhulan is the eldest of the eight demons and controls the power of gravity. Li Huang suspects that he still has some authority over the Moon, otherwise he would not have been able to cover the Moon with darkness in such a short time in the play.

This book, like the one of the Holy Lord, is a good thing worth 7000 exchange points. Li Huang thanked his father again and again for his generosity and trust in him.

"Well, Dad only wants to repay you for risking your life to save Xiaoyu. There is no other reason. If you don't have anything else to do, then hurry up and leave Dad's antique shop. If you stay here for one minute, Dad will have to stay open for one minute less!"

The old man's expression just now disappeared completely, his face became stern, and his tone was unfriendly, but Li Huang did not show any displeasure at all. He stood up swiftly and said goodbye to his old man while smiling.

"The old man has a weird temper, but he's still a very nice person." Li Huang left the room with a smile and said goodbye to Xiaoyu who was eavesdropping outside.

"I'll bother you next time..."

"Ding Dong... Ding Dong... Ding Dong..." A series of message alerts rang out. Li Huang did not look at his mobile phone. Instead, he said goodbye to his father again and again, pushed open the door, and left the antique shop.

It was already nightfall on the street. Li Huang looked around but didn't see any cameras. As the space fluctuated, Li Huang disappeared at the door.

The old man looked at Li Huang who disappeared outside the door, and a smile appeared on his face.

Li Huang appeared in Walon's office, which was now empty. He threw the "Spell Encyclopedia - Zhulanzhu" in his hand into the private space, sat on Walon's desk, and took out his mobile phone.

Not many people knew his contact information, and they wouldn't send so many messages in a row. Li Huang thought they must have something to ask him.

After unlocking the phone, several missed calls and voice messages popped up.

"Missed call - Tony..."

"Missed call - Tony..."

“I was attacked, good buddy please come and save me (voice message, with photo and address: Afghanistan, Agra…)”

"Those people look like terrorists..."

"They're coming this way...wait...missiles!?"

When Li Huang heard these pieces of news, he suddenly remembered the opportunity when Tony became Iron Man. When he went to the U.S. Air Force Base in Tagla, Afghanistan to demonstrate new weapons, Obadiah Stane betrayed his whereabouts, causing him to be captured by terrorists. The other party threatened him to make missiles. He took the opportunity to make the Mark I armor and escaped...

I glanced at the time and it was actually dozens of minutes ago.

"Is it because I didn't receive any signal in Dad's room..."

Li Huang enlarged the photo, took a look at the photo Tony sent, and appeared in the empty space in the photo...