Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 339 Constantine and the Dimensional Evil God Tang and Song Dynasties

The scorching hot magic power used Constantine's body as a channel and was continuously injected into the six-pointed star array in front of him.

The rising and hot magic power from the First Fallen made Constantine feel filled up, but this was not the first time that Constantine borrowed the power of these "old friends".

Therefore, Constantine, who is familiar with the road, is not in great pain.
He lit a cigarette and unfolded his brown trench coat without any movement from the wind.

He formed a weird seal that was very twisted and did not look like a normal person. With the help of the First Fallen's power, when his hands came into contact with the magic circle, black flames ignited at the same time in six directions around the water drop gem. .

Streams of crimson light burst out from the magic array, as if a space passage to another dimension had been opened.

The six-pointed star array emits dazzling light. In the magician's field of vision, invisible frequencies emerge from the magic array, tracing back to the origin of the black mist in the center of the array.

"call!"

Constantine stood next to the magic circle, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, acting as the spell-casting medium of the magic circle, and thinking about how to deal with the dimensional evil god.

There is a power of death in those black mist, maybe He will be interested in the soul,

Little Bat said that the earth has encountered a doomsday crisis, and many people should die. If the souls of the dead are sold to the evil god of that dimension, they should be able to exchange for some powerful magic.

Farke, it's best to be able to smash the power of the First Fallen's eyes. I hope I can find a stronger evil god this time.

Constantine thought of the First Fallen, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes. He had offended this hell demon in order to save the soul of his old friend.
Later, although he used the power of Gabriel and the Witch to fight against the First Fallen many times, he once saved his soul.

However, for some reason, he and Gabriel had some minor misunderstandings.

Of course, there was a reason for everything. He definitely did not frame the archangel intentionally. As for betraying the witch Ellie, it was a misunderstanding.

In the end, in order to fend off these revenge-seeking Gabriels and witches, he had no choice but to sign a contract and sell his soul to the First Fallen.

In exchange, the First Fallen helped him drag enemies such as Ellie, Buer, Crowley, and Grave to hell, and opened a place in hell to store the remains of Constantine's dead relatives and friends who could not ascend to heaven. soul.

Although a deal was reached with the First Fallen, it is well known that Constantine has never been one to abide by contracts.

He has been looking for a power that can compete with the First Fallen,
However, the first fallen is the first hell devil king in history to fall into hell, and it is not so easy to find a power that can match him.

He loosened his tie and looked at the glowing magic circle with some anticipation.

Time passed little by little, and there were six or seven more cigarette butts at Constantine's feet, but the light of the magic array remained the same, and the black-red beam of light continued to penetrate into the void, but there was no feedback at all.

"Is it too far away!?"

Constantine looked at the black energy in the gem that was about to be exhausted, and couldn't help scratching his head. Based on his years of door-to-door service experience, such a long time is enough to contact any dimensional evil god or hell demon, unless the distance is too great. Distant, or the owner of that power fell into slumber.

Thinking of the latter possibility, Constantine's eyes flashed. There was a dimensional evil god in a deep sleep, and he could completely steal his power.

For him, there is no way to return what can be stolen.

Just do it, Constantine threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth, moved his arms closer, and the two incomplete magic runes on his forearms immediately formed a circular magic pattern.

In the middle of the magic pattern is a pictographic Quetzalcoatl.

This is Zha Kang selling his body and luring a witch in exchange for a magical totem that is said to come from the Mayans.
The Mayans have been extinct for hundreds of years, so the gods they worshiped have also fallen into a state of slumber. For Zha Kang, this sleeping god is the best power bank.

Unlike the First Fallen and those demons and angels, once their power is used too much, these stingy guys will look at them.

Along with the powerful magic fluctuations, a bright beam of light burst out from the magic array on the ground and disappeared into the void.

After a few more cigarettes, there was still no movement in the magic circle.

Accompanied by a crackling sound, Constantine looked at the shattered gemstone in the center of the magic circle with some distress, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes,
"Fake, you've lost money!"

Just when Constantine was about to give up, he suddenly felt a weightless feeling under his feet, as if he was falling.

The next moment, Constantine felt as if his soul had left his body and traveled straight through a sea of ​​stars.

He could even see the magnificently colored nebulae in the distance, as if the mysteries of the entire universe were unfolding before his eyes.
Along with a feeling that penetrated the membrane, Constantine's consciousness came to a magnificent world.

This looks like the top of a mountain peak. The red crystalline peak looks very strange. A red jade-like road is laid down along the peak.

Both sides of the road were covered with all kinds of strange flowers and plants. Constantine was clearly in a state of soul at this moment, but he felt the fragrance of the vegetation assail his nostrils.

He walked up the spar road and looked back down. This mountain peak was at least hundreds of miles away. The upper half of the entire mountain peak was a huge manor, with a strange light falling from the top.

Looking at the splendid buildings on the mountain peak, Constantine looked at the gazebo on the top of the mountain, and had a vague premonition that the evil dimension god who pulled him here was in the gazebo above.

He climbed all the way. Although he was obviously a soul, he seemed to have a physical body. As he continued to climb the mountain, he even felt tired.

After finally climbing to the top of the mountain, a figure in a white suit caught Constantine's eyes in the pavilion.

"Asian?!"

When Constantine came to the pavilion, the appearance of the person in front of him gradually became clearer. He was a little surprised. He had dealt with many hell demons and dimension evil gods, but he had never seen an Asian-looking evil god before.

However, thinking that the Dimensional Evil God could change his true form at will, Constantine resisted the idea of ​​using magic to spy on his true form. He came to the pavilion and saluted the man:
"My great majesty, it is a great honor to come to see you!"

The man looked at the somewhat unkempt Constantine in front of him, stretched out his hand and gestured to him: "Everyone here is a guest, please sit down!"

Constantine didn't have any stage fright and sat down directly opposite him. He reached into his windbreaker and tried to take out the cigarette case, but he found it empty.

Only then did he remember that he was in a spiritual body at this time, and his cigarette was still in the pocket of his physical body.

Suddenly a cigar box appeared in front of him. Constantine looked up and saw the man reaching out to him.

Constantine took out a cigar also inlaid with diamonds from a cigar box inlaid with gems. He took this high-end product and sniffed it between his nose.
The man in the suit had already lit a cigar and started smoking it. He threw the cigar cutters and matches in his hand to Constantine:

"This is a cigar that was truly rubbed from the thighs of a Cuban girl. In order to keep the taste pure, I purchased a cigarette factory in Cuba. How do you like it?"

Constantine skillfully cut off the end of the cigar with cigar scissors, and lit the match to burn the cigar bit by bit.

"I have never smoked such a high-end cigar. Compared with other gods and demons I have come into contact with, you are the most enjoyable person I have ever come into contact with. Compared with those rude beings, you are too elegant. I don't know. Am I honored to know your divine name!"

Constantine smoked a cigar and patted the man in the suit for free, hoping to find out where the man in the suit came from.

The man in the suit blew out a smoke ring and said, "You can call me Tang!"

Just now, Tang Song, who was having a party on a yacht in the waters near Manhattan, felt that he was in an unknown parallel universe,

Someone triggered the bait he put out, and he felt a bit of his strength being prayed for.

Someone was using magic means to trace back the skeleton demon he had released and probe himself in reverse. This aroused his interest.

So when they felt that the magic power was about to dissipate, Tang and Song used the positioning of a group of skeleton demons to pull the prayer to his universe.

I didn't expect it to be a nice surprise.

"interesting."

Tang Song recognized the person in front of him and thought that the skeleton demon he released actually appeared in that parallel universe. It was obviously Star-Lord who went there.

DC Universe?
It's strange how the quantum channel of the Marvel Universe is connected to the DC Universe. Is there any connection he doesn't understand?

Or is it related to the existence behind the main god’s barracks!
Tang and Song instantly thought of many thoughts in their minds.

Constantine's mind was also running rapidly, searching for the demon and god named Tang in the vast magic books he had read.

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find the corresponding character.

"Your Majesty, I wonder if there is anything you need me to do when you summon me here?" Constantine looked at Tang Song through the white smoke from his cigar.

Tang Song looked sideways at Constantine and chuckled: "Didn't you summon me on your own initiative? John Constantine, are you coveting my power!?"

"cough cough"

Constantine almost choked on the cigar he sucked into his mouth. He coughed, then covered his mouth and secretly looked at the Tang and Song Dynasties. He did not expect that his reputation would spread so widely.

I just don’t know how much the evil god and demon in front of me knows about him.

"Your Majesty, I am just a third-rate magician who wants to pray for power. I didn't expect to disturb you unintentionally!" Constantine tried to explain to Tang Song.

Tang Song looked at Constantine with a smile: "Power, I can give you powerful power, but what can you pay? As a magician, you should know that everything has a price, Mr. Constantine!"

Constantine looked at Tang Song with a sly smile in his eyes, as if he had seen another fat fish take the bait.

He gritted his teeth in a pretense of embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I have encountered some difficult enemies. Many of my relatives and friends have died in their hands. They are too powerful. I am willing to use my In exchange for my soul, I will give you the power to support my revenge. As long as you can help me, after my death, my soul will automatically return to you and be sent by you!" Regarding the matter of selling his soul, Constantine It can be said that he is familiar with the road and has no pressure at all. According to conservative estimates, he has signed as many as twenty contracts to sell his soul.

As for who the soul belongs to after death, this is not the debt owed to the house, the bank has priority!

If you want his soul, then compare their fists with each other. Among the demons and angels, whoever has the stronger fist will have his soul.

Many times, when he was on the verge of death, the hell demons and archangels who came to harvest his soul fought fiercely in order to fight for the ownership of his soul.

They couldn't tell the winner, so they could only resuscitate him. The demon king of hell, the angel, and even God, hadn't they become his workers,

Constantine looked secretly at Tang Song. He was a little stunned when he saw that his tried and tested methods were useless.

He clearly saw the disgust on the face of the being named Tang in front of him.

"I don't need your soul, I'm not interested in buses!" Tang Song brushed his hand on the stone table in the pavilion, and several more things suddenly appeared on the blood-jade stone table.

A small flag made of bone, several small black flags, a string of white jade-like bone beads and several three-inch long white bone swords.

Constantine looked at several fluorescent objects. Although he did not feel the magic fluctuations, he could feel the same energy aura on these magic items as on those bone residues.

"This flag is a ghost and bone flag. It can grow by absorbing the essence of living things, that is, the soul. When you encounter an enemy, you wave this flag towards the enemy, and his soul will be absorbed into the flag! A good protective magic weapon! Do you want it?"

Tang Song pointed to the small bone flag and asked Constantine. Without waiting for his answer, Tang Song pointed to the small black flag on the other side.

"This is the Dutian Pluto Flag, a set of twelve poles. It is said that if it swallows enough souls, it can summon the power of the twelve ancestral witches,"

The Tang and Song Dynasties raised their fingers slightly, and the twelve flags of Dutian Pluto flew up. The flagpoles were inserted into the ruby ​​table, making a sonorous sound of gold and iron.

Constantine watched as the twelve Dutian Pluto flags swelled in the wind, and on the paint surface, the shadows of twelve demon gods with giant pythons on their feet swayed,

Constantine's eyes came into contact with a demon god with a python head and two black pythons on his feet. His whole body was covered with palm-sized black scales. His whole body was shaken. He seemed to hear a deep roar from ancient times, when the world first opened. .

"Fack! What is the origin of this guy, a god from the Eastern gods, a demon!"

Constantine looked at the several magic weapons on the table, and he felt vaguely that he seemed to have failed this time.

"If the Dutian Pluto Banner swallows enough souls, it will even have the power to destroy a universe! As for your so-called enemies, they are just a bunch of toys to it, provided that you feed it enough souls !" Tang Song looked at Constantine jokingly.

"Here, this is the skeleton demon I refined. You should have come into contact with it. It is a small gadget, but if you swallow some souls, it can evolve into a bone demon. Ordinary demons are just snacks for them! "

"This is the Yinhun Sword of Nine Sons and Mothers. These swords are forged from the spines of hell dragons. Holding the mother sword, you can control the child swords. They specialize in killing ghosts, that is, souls. If you have enough cultivation, you can do it." Cut off those messy marks on your body!"

Tang Song leisurely introduced the things on the table. He placed the cigar in his hand in the ashtray that appeared at an unknown time and flicked it a few times. He looked at Constantine with a smile:

"How about these magic weapons? Pick one!"

Constantine looked at Tang Song and took a deep puff of his cigar. His eyes were filled with confusion.

Constantine, who had always been greedy for cheap, did not speak rashly this time. He just smoked his cigar, surrounded by smoke, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Song did not urge him, but smoked a cigarette and waited for his reply.

"What do you need me to do?" For a long time, Constantine raised his head and looked at Tang Song, his eyes fixed on Tang Song's face, wanting to know his purpose.

Tang Song wiped the table with his backhand, and what appeared on the table this time was a three-foot-high sculpture.

Constantine looked at this sculpture with a beaded crown on his head and a robe that was [-]% similar to the Tang Dynasty in front of him. He looked at Tang Song with a puzzled face, obviously not quite understanding what he meant.

"I am very interested in your universe. I need a suitable person to spread the power of faith for me. I happen to know that you seem to have a normal relationship with the God of your universe. I want you to help me replace the cross in the Holy See with My sculpture!”

Hearing Tang Song's casual words, Constantine stood up suddenly, and his mind was filled with only one sentence
"God battle!"

As a master of black magic, Constantine knew many secrets that ordinary people didn't understand, such as the Crusades and the long-ago division of the sea by Moses, which involved the war of the gods.

The brutal war, the number of casualties, and even the extinguishment of countless gods and gods. He could imagine the cruelty of these wars from the fragments of ancient magic history.

He never thought that one day he would be involved in such a situation.

Challenge God and know that even the most vicious devil in hell only dares to think about it and never dares to act on it.

Even for the First Fallen, only the archangel Gabriel came forward to deal with it on the heaven side. God obviously never paid attention to this devil king of hell.

The unknown evil god in front of him actually challenged God.

Looking at the sculpture on the table, Constantine swallowed, and he forced a wry smile towards Tang Song: "Your Majesty, I still have some things to do in the real world. Can I leave first and come to visit you later! "

"What do you say!"

Tang Song smiled slightly, "Come, let me show you something good!"

As he spoke, he moved his finger, and the mountain peak beneath the two of them instantly turned into nothingness, revealing a bloody ocean below.

In the blood sea, the river water was blood red, the wind was howling, and the blood waves were surging. In the blood sea, countless demons could be faintly seen, wailing in it, and being swallowed by the blood sea.

In the sea of ​​blood, on a pitch-black land, a group of angels with blood-colored wings are overseeing the construction of this huge palace complex by some demons.

"When this underworld is established, in order to punish some evil people, I plan to imitate the Eastern mythology and let them create an eighteenth level of hell. By the way, Mr. Constantine, you are knowledgeable, do you know about the eighteenth level of hell? Pull out your tongue, Cut in half, peel off the skin, frying pan, mountain of knives, sea of ​​fire, I can’t remember the rest, do you want to give me some advice?”

Every time Tang and Song uttered a word, Constantine's face became uglier. He had understood the Eastern mythology system and naturally knew the eighteen levels of hell in the Eastern hell.

It was because he knew that he was afraid.

He looked down and saw that the buildings in the sea of ​​​​blood below were shrouded in a hazy and smelly blood mist, and he could vaguely see the building complex under construction.

Constantine suppressed the fear in his heart, took two puffs of his cigar, and hissed.

He blew out the smoke ring and looked at Tang Song fiercely.

"You really haven't thought about the consequences of starting the God War. You must know that he is the only god after the victory of the God War. No one dares to challenge him! You can bear the consequences of the failure of the God War! I don't want to get involved in your disputes. Here, it was crushed into fine powder!"

As soon as Constantine's half-admonition and half-threat words were spoken, Tang Song's next words made the cigar in Constantine's mouth fall directly to the ground.

"Relax, isn't it God? It's not like I haven't killed anyone before!" Tang Song patted Constantine on the shoulder, ignoring Constantine's horror after hearing his words.

"Come, take a look, which one of these magic weapons do you like!"

Constantine woke up from his shock, but Tang Song's words still echoed in his mind, "Are you telling the truth?"

Tang Song picked up a three-inch bone sword, held it on his fingertips and flicked it, "What is real or fake? Well, you don't choose. It seems that you want them all. I like greedy guys. I have all these things." I’ll send you off, go back and do a good job!”

Constantine felt a chill between his brows, and the three-inch bone sword disappeared into his brows like a shadow. He subconsciously touched his brows, which were bare and smooth, without any wounds.

"Okay, take these things and do things for me. I'm not one of those devils. As long as you do your job well, I will never treat my own people badly!"

Tang Song stuffed several things on the table into Constantine's arms, and then pushed him!
Constantine was about to say something, but he only felt another falling feeling. The strange world in front of him became repulsive to him. The next moment, he was in a daze. When he opened his eyes, he saw the light that had just been extinguished in front of him. of magic circle.

Marvel Universe
Abyss and Blood Sea World

Tang and Song played with the breath of soul extracted from Constantine, opened a simple long scroll, and imprinted Constantine's soul in it.

On this ancient long scroll, the names of Kane, Ryan, Frank, and Connors can be vaguely seen.

"You actually entered his name into the Celestial Book of Heaven! You even gave him the Dutian Pluto Banner!"

A woman wearing a long skirt with a cold temperament came to the pavilion and looked at Tang Song's operation with some surprise: "Do you value this person very much?"

"It's not worth mentioning." The talisman pen that recorded the name in Tang Song's hand turned into a little golden light and disappeared. He stretched out his hand, and the woman's face showed a trace of angry blush, and she reluctantly tied the collar around her neck. It was delivered into his hands.

"This bastard is a famous troublemaker in his universe. His personality and destiny are somewhat similar to a disaster star I know.

The people he dealt with were all high-ranking beings, demons, angels, and some evil gods and gods. Do you know how many creatures need to be slaughtered to refine the twelve Dutian Pluto Flags? I calculated it, and the entire universe Even if they were all slaughtered, they wouldn't be able to complete even a third of it. "

Tang and Song led Hela, whose clothes disappeared at some unknown time, and walked through the manor in the blood moon.

"Find some high-ranking demons and gods from other universes to feed these twelve Dutian-Pluto flags!"

"Aren't you afraid that he will kidnap your twelve Dutian Pluto King flags?" Hela looked at Tang and Song bitterly.

"What do you think this Zhou Tianxian Jilu that I spent so much effort to refine is for! It can make a person's soul immortal, and naturally it can also make his life worse than death!"

Tang Song glanced back at Hela. Hearing Tang Song's indifferent tone, Hela, the goddess of death who killed countless people, felt a chill in her heart.

(End of this chapter)