Daojun reborn in Marvel

On the second day in Kunlun, in the endless palace complex, it was still the same martial arts training ground that had been there for who knows how many years yesterday. Iron Fist was joining hands to bid farewell to his elders in Kunlun.

"Masters and uncles, Danny will go down the mountain first."

"Go, be careful along the way." Queen Mother Xi took Tie Fist's hand and patted his shoulder with concern like a nephew who was about to travel far away.

"Yes, Queen Mother of the West." Iron Fist thanked Queen Mother of the West gratefully.

"Boy, you must continue to practice well after you go down the mountain. Don't let anyone beat you back." Guan Gong wielded his sword and laughed at Iron Fist with a dark red face like a door god.

"No, no, I will practice martial arts well this time." Iron Fist said seriously as he struck each other with his fists.

"That's good." Guan Gong touched his two-foot long beard and nodded with a smile.

"My dear Jade Emperor, my nephew will leave first." After bidding farewell to the elders of Kunlun one by one, Iron Fist turned his head and respectfully bid farewell to the Jade Emperor using Chinese etiquette and honorifics.

The Jade Emperor nodded reservedly, with dark eyes but did not speak.

Wang Li set foot on the Kunlun Mountains for the first time. The soft feeling of the snow under his feet made him feel a familiar feeling in his heart. The cold knife blew on his face and the heavy snow covered his eyes, just like when he was young and sought the Tao of Qianshan. Wan Chuan’s experience.

At that time, it was in the vast Kunlun Snow Mountains that he realized his true nature and became a saint with one sword.

But it had been so many years, so long that he almost forgot that he was still young, that there was another Kunlun in this world, and that he was also a member of this sentient being.

The true nature of one spirit exists and does not agree with the minds of others.

Wang Li sighed inexplicably. The sword light flowed and disappeared instantly. The wind and clouds rolled around. When he came back again, Wang Li was already at the top of Kunlun Yuxu Peak.

Through the vast wind and snow, Wang Li saw with lightning eyes the magnificent Seven Cities of Kunlun hidden in another dimension. Different from the extremely luxurious and continuous gorgeous palaces in Kunlun in front of us, the real Kunlun is actually very simple, with just a few small palaces and Taoist temples, and a few boys in gray clothes with wooden hairpins.

A Taoist monk, a small Taoist temple, an incense burner for worshiping ancestors, a vegetable patch, and a Taoist canon are enough.

As long as there are these few simple things, it can represent the Taoist ancestral home anywhere, because people are Tao, not palaces or tall houses, let alone forms.

Just like the counterfeit in front of him, he wanted to decorate everything that could show his majesty and tallness, and was extremely luxurious.

Wang Li also saw Iron Fist and his master Lei Gongzheng packing their luggage and preparing to go down the mountain.

Unlike Iron Fist's anxious and anxious eyes, Lei Gong's burly body showed no urgency at all. Everything seemed to be very slow and methodical.

A sentence suddenly appeared in his mind, delayed gratification is very good, and it is this ability that creates the middle class.

Shaking his head, Wang Li opened his hands, moving like a sword, and the sword entered the clouds.

"Master, do you really want to go with me?" Iron Fist looked at Lei Gong who was setting off with him and asked in surprise.

"Well, let's go and have a look with you. My apprentice was almost beaten to death. I have to go and have a look. And I just happened to go to preach to the West." Lei Gong glanced at Iron Fist without any trace, seemingly unconcerned. Said quietly.

Preaching to the West

What he and the Jade Emperor had always planned was to spread the word to the West for his disciples. It would be up to Danny, a Westerner from Iron Fist, to take the opportunity to open the way to the West. Then, after Danny had firmly established himself in New York, he would use Dan to Ni's family power, and then slowly map it out, will radiate their power to Kunlun, making them not only immortals in China but also gods in the West. This is their true ambition.

It doesn't matter if the cycle is long, they have plenty of time and patience.

It’s just that no matter how perfect the plan is, no matter how patient it is, it can’t keep up with the changes.

No, the plan that was originally going smoothly was suddenly killed by Wang Li and the dull-headed Cheng Yaojin, almost aborting the plan that they had laid out for decades starting with Danny's father.

So this time they decided to eliminate all potential dangers that threatened the Iron Fist plan, no matter who it was.

"That boy, I want to see if he is really that extraordinary in swordsmanship." Finally, Lei Gong snorted coldly and touched his finger.

As the greatest and most powerful warrior in Kunlun besides the Jade Emperor, he is also very confident in his own martial arts. As for Wang Li, who has lost all his power in beating the Iron Fist, he still thinks that Wang Li is just opportunistic and taking advantage of the Iron Fist to be controlled by the Purple Man. This victory was just completed.

"Really?" Just after he sneered, but before he could hold back the sneer on his face, a sword light pierced the sky.

On a snowy day, swords are like snowflakes, blood is like plum blossoms, and the wind blows like powder.

唰

The glare of the sword was as bright as a star's face. Lei Gong held his iron hand on his chest. On his chest was a slender Han sword with an autumn light. The sword was four feet long. The cold light was like autumn, passing through his chest, while the bright red blood Falling on the chest of the self-proclaimed greatest Kunlun warrior.

It fell windingly, dyeing the heavy snow red, and flowed into the cracks between the blue bricks and stones.

"It's you." Iron Fist reacted instantly. He pointed at Wang Li and yelled in shock and anger. Then his anger ignited under his half-mask. The power of Iron Fist was activated. He raised his fists that were harder than steel and raised his fists towards Wang Li. Wang Li beat him angrily.

Wang Li didn't even look at him. He made seals with his left hand. His short black hair floated. Burning stars instantly appeared at the base of Kunlun. It broke through the endless gorgeous palaces and the Kunlun Mountains that had stood for eternity. It appeared like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. In this snow-capped mountain without a trace of flying birds, it also appeared in Tie Fist's fragile mind.

his eyes burned

The Guidance of Life, Eight Consciousnesses, Zhou Tian

Use the weak as firewood and the strong as swords.

Iron Fist screamed and fell from the air. He howled in pain and covered his eyes, twisting his body on the snow.

"What?" The Jade Emperor, who had not yet returned to his gorgeous palace, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Iron Fist's screams, and the armor on his neck made a clanking sound.

"What, what?" The crazy old man of the Golden Retriever Lion King, like an invincible lion king of the grassland, suddenly appeared, like hunting hidden in the yellow grass. He brought with him the power to break the mountains with one punch.

嘭

He punched the armor-clad Jade Emperor on the heart. The huge force caused the snow deposited on the roof tiles of the surrounding palace to roll down. The falling snow was like a white waterfall, and in an instant Submerged the entire Kunlun.

The white snow and the sky are one color