Daojun reborn in Marvel

"It's you, Lord Manchu." Guan Gong on the side had just reacted to the lightning strike. What caught his eye was Lord Manchu, a half-old man who had not yet withdrawn his fists and bowed.

The Mandarin opened the red dot between his eyebrows and stood where the Jade Emperor had been. He slowly put away his fists and looked at the Jade Emperor who had crashed into the majestic palace with an expressionless face, with colorful rings on his hands.

He wanted to take advantage of the victory and kill the bumbling Jade Emperor in one fell swoop.

But the Ten Commandments were not waiting for him yet, no, it should be called the Nine Commandments now, because one of them had been crushed into powder by Wang Li.

Before he could raise his hand to wave to the Jade Emperor, Guan Gong beside him proved that he was not really a door god made of mud and wood as he appeared.

He roared angrily, the muscles of his hands bulged high, and the green dragon crescent moon rose, stirring up the monstrous wind and snow, and slashed at the Mandarin people like a tiger.

Feeling the sharpness of the Qinglong Yanyue, the Mandarin moved his hands and raised them from the direction of the Jade Emperor to the direction of Guan Gong. The distorted energy rose in his hands. He used the bursting energy to knock away the equally fierce Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

There was a loud bang and the Mandarin and Guan Gong each took a step back.

"Lord Mandarin, you are crazy. You want to start a war." Guan Gong wielded his sword and supported his retreating figure. He yelled at Lord Mandarin in disbelief. His carefully trimmed two-foot beard had already been damaged in the battle just now. Messy and twisted into a ball.

He knew that Mr. Mandarin was one of the few big bosses in the super world. Although they and Mr. Mandarin were from the Chinese country, they had a tacit understanding to keep their affairs in check. But today's move obviously broke this tacit understanding.

"I am indeed crazy." The Mandarin glanced at Guan Gong coldly, and the red dot between his eyebrows became even brighter, like an eye that had just been torn open.

If someone gets close to the Mandarin's eyebrows and looks carefully at this red dot, he will find that there are densely packed brilliant sigils inside this red dot. The sigils are free and twisted, like a ball of algae.

It was the red dots composed of these talismans that suppressed the Mandarin who had been doing evil for more than a hundred years.

And this is exactly one of the Taoist techniques in Wang Li's Shangqing Golden Palace Wanwang Dharma, called Hongdongyu.

I think of the immortals, but they are in the east corner of the blue sea

Those who are lit by this red east corner, especially fellow practitioners and monks of Shangqing Taoism, will be completely controlled by the caster and become their own puppets. However, this Taoism is a heretic and is rarely used by orthodox monks. , and to cast this, you must be two levels higher than the person being cast, in order to succeed.

But the Mandarin obviously couldn't be just two steps behind Wang Li. That was simply a difference of countless steps. After Wang Li pointed his brow with a white bone finger, he was controlled by Wang Li and became something like The puppet of the tiger demon.

Then, under Wang Li's instruction, he slaughtered his subordinates crazily in just a few days. He wiped out all the Shijie Gang in and around China, leaving no grass growing wherever he went.

Wang Li said that it would be impossible to live a good year without killing these people and eradicating the roots. Isn't the most basic thing for a man to do what he says?

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you." After Guan Gong stopped, the Jade Emperor rushed out of the ruins of the palace with his slightly crooked armor. His original pretentious majesty had long since disappeared, and he held a handful of The dripping green jade roared and hit the Mandarin.

In vain, he was hit hard on the waist, which no one could bear, not to mention that the punch almost broke the Jade Emperor's waist.

If he hadn't still had the armor that he had refined with all the world's treasures to protect his body, he would have shed his skin under the sudden punch from the Mandarin.

Looking at the roaring and ferocious Kunlun Jade Emperor, the Mandarin turned his right thumb and cut his index finger, and blood flowed out in the air. He used blood as ink and the sky as paper.

In the Xuanhua Sutra, all ghosts are in the sky, and the sky is dark and the sun is dark.

As the blood curse appeared, thick black smoke also spewed out. In the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with blackness, covering the Queen Mother of the West, Guan Yu and others who had just heard the sound, and they were unable to get out for a long time. .

Xuanhua Zhenjing, Mandarin accidentally found it in a small tree hole in Mount Emei, China. It was this Taoist book that made Mandarin the man he is today. However, this Taoist book that was inherited and hereditary also intensified his arrogance. His ambition has always made him want to rule the world.

When the Mandarin and Jade Emperor and others were in a stalemate, Wang Li just casually glanced at the fighting on the Mandarin's side and returned his attention to his own side.

With a roar, the muscles of Lei Gong's fists bulged with blood. He held the transparent Han sword and violently pulled it out. His eyes were red and like copper bells.

But this little skill means nothing in Wang Li's eyes. Even if the real Thunder Lord comes in front of Wang Li, he has to respectfully call him "Dao Lord".

What's more, he is a pirated fake.

Originally Wang Li thought these people were the younger generation who deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors, but when he came to Kunlun and saw the so-called Jade Emperor, Thunder God and others, he realized that these people were just a group of lucky people who didn't know how to obtain the Kunlun Taoism. The monkeys are bathing in their crowns, and the doves occupy the magpie's nest.

Wang Li lowered his eyebrows, raised his right leg, and raised his kick to send Lei Gong flying while he was still desperately moving the Han Sword. Then he turned around and walked to Iron Fist, who was still rolling around.

He raised his sword and came down.

swish swish

The still trembling wings were shining brightly on the stone slab an inch in front of Wang Li. There were several sharp arrow feathers.

Wang Li raised his sword and followed the direction of the arrow feathers. He saw a group of archers wearing monk-like hoodies at the corner of the palace roof not far away. This group of people had rescued Iron Fist's bows and arrows for the first time in the snowy mountains. hand.

"Grass!" Wang Li suddenly cursed, what a piece of shit, taking advantage of the Taoist orthodoxy to dress him in bald donkey clothes. That Thunder God is, and so are these archers now. They are all messy things. This is forced. Slap him in the face?

Wang Lijian frowned and opened and closed his mouth coldly.

"Xuanli is destroyed."

Blood plasma and minced meat instantly rose up from the eaves, turning into a green and red filth.

At this moment, a very fast wind sounded, a shadow loomed over him, and Thunder God attacked Wang Li with monstrous fury.

Turn around and strike with a sword, the sword rushes forward

Lord Ci La Lei flashed past Wang Li, splashing large amounts of snow foam.

"You are Wang Li." Lei Gong steadied himself and covered his chest, staring directly into Wang Li's eyes.

Wang Li ignored the Han Jian and turned around. He held up the Han Jian and patted the snowflakes that had fallen inadvertently on his right shoulder. The snowflakes shook off.