Daojun reborn in Marvel

"You go, your brother is no longer guarded now, you can rescue him." Wang Li told the frightened teenagers and girls around him about the location of the Ten Rings Gang's base, and then flew away without looking back. .

Only Zhang Xun and others were left on the ground who had not recovered yet and looked confused.

Guanyin will come back to him, he is sure of this. Because he knows that the poor mutants in this world are all a group of self-enclosed weaklings. Professor .

Only when they really can't solve the problem will they think about looking for help.

People like Professor

On the other hand, the entire mutant community is his personal property. Those who dare to resist the rules he sets are aliens.

But what does these people have to do with him? Wang Li sneered. Everyone has to pay a price for their decisions, and no matter what the price is, they must bear it themselves.

After handling the matters here, Wang Li glanced at the border from afar, then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

At the border base of the Ten Commandments Gang, a red figure burst out of the ground. An angry, half-aged man, shirtless, with red dots on his brows and blood on his hands.

After breaking through the ground, he looked left and right on the cracked ground, and then after identifying a direction, the red evil energy spread all over his body, unified into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Sichuan is located in the eastern part of the Hengduan Mountains. It is bordered by Tibet in the west and surrounded by the Yangtze River. It is a place with very dangerous and primitive terrain.

Jurassic and Cretaceous strata have accumulated in this mountainous area, coupled with several epochs of ice ages, making this place really dangerous and complex.

There are secret stories of ghosts and monsters circulating here, or legends of immortals passing on medicine, because this place is so mysterious, and the complex terrain makes it difficult for outsiders to set foot here. The difficulty of transportation also means that many rare cultural relics are still preserved here. Unique national culture and unspoilt natural landscapes

The Sichuan Huai family is a member of this primitive tribe. Although the Huai family was born in the deep mountains and old forests, they are of pure Han blood. Like the modern Chuanqing people and the Hakka people, they are not that mainstream. The Han people who live in the vast plains are a rare group of Han people who live in the dangerous mountains like other ethnic minorities in China.

The Huai surname is a rare surname among Chinese surnames. It mainly comes from the descendants of the Huai family who immigrated from Dahuaishu in HD County, Shanxi. They changed the surname in order to commemorate their ancestors. However, this is not the case for the Sichuan branch.

Although they also changed their surnames because of a locust tree with great significance, their meanings are to some extent more tortuous and profound.

Sophora japonica, Sophora japonica tree, Sophora japonica tree is also called ghost tree because of its rough trunk and weird and twisted branches, which makes it look very scary. It is the ghost among trees. According to legend, locust trees grow best in cemeteries, which is also where hundreds of ghosts like to live.

In addition to the locust tree, there are five other kinds of ghost trees: willow, mulberry, locust tree, big-leaf poplar, and neem. "Don't plant mulberry in front, don't plant willows behind, don't plant ghost claps in front of the door, don't plant locust behind the house."

However, the ancients had a beautiful worship of the locust tree for its exuberant life and vigorous texture, and the locust tree is also a good tree for curing diseases.

So the locust tree is an unlucky and auspicious tree.

On January 1th at the end of the year, there are only a few days left before New Year's Eve. At this time, it is approaching dusk. Deep in the Hengduan Mountains, there is a row of exquisite wooden buildings built on the mountainside that is quite hidden. The entire wooden building is made of black Made of wood, it is a typical ancient Han Chinese building in the form of a series of brackets and multiple arches. The tall arches, the scary-looking evil beasts that guard the house, and the silent men in black robes are all set against the dark woods and mountains. The space is vaguely visible.

Huaixu, who had not long left the American Emperor, was sitting quietly on the ground, her eyes lowered and her eyebrows lowered. She was covered in a black robe with a black palace pattern, and her hair was tied with a red ribbon.

At this time, in front of her, she was facing a huge locust tree. The locust tree grew from the foot of the mountain along the mountain, spreading for hundreds of meters, with lush branches and leaves. In this winter mountain, this locust tree grew The incredibly huge locust tree is contrary to nature and is full of leaves. Its trunk is dark and vigorous, like a sleeping dragon. Its hard scales are its bark, and its ravines and crisscrossing lines are its age.

No, it should not be said that the wooden building was built on the steep mountain, but on this huge locust tree. Obviously, such a huge and incredible building cannot be completed overnight.

Three long incense sticks as long as forearms burned faintly in front of her, and the ethereal smoke enveloped her as if she was in a rippling lake.

The sound of a creaking wooden door turning.

"Are you ready?" A black figure opened the door. He stood quietly behind Huaixu and asked emotionlessly.

Huaixu didn't speak. She continued to lower her eyes and eyebrows at the locust tree that penetrated the wooden building room, as if she didn't know that the man had entered.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow and prepare as soon as possible." After a long while, when Huaixu didn't reply, the man continued to say in a cold voice without any emotion.

After saying that, he turned around and closed the door and left. There were no other actions in the whole process, only two sentences, and his movements were skillful and natural. It was obviously not the first time he had done this.

After the man left, Huaixu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with silence.

"Two days of kings leaving the underworld to offer sacrifices"