Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 226 Magic: Flowers in full bloom, fire boiling!

The ability to perform divine acts, in the final analysis, is a means for practitioners of the lineage of performing divine acts to use the power of gods shaped by the Qi of the faith of all living beings for their own use.

This involves a problem: God is created by man, and the abilities that God possesses depend on the abilities given to Him by the faith of the living beings who shaped Him. God himself has no freedom of choice.

For example, the door gods Yuchi Jingde and Qin Shubao after the Tang Dynasty were door gods. Their definition as door gods was to prevent all demons, ghosts and lawless people from entering the house.

And when they are used as a means to perform divine magic, their greatest effect is not to kill the enemy, but to repel the enemy.

Within the scope of the priesthood, no villain can get close. As for how wide the scope of the priesthood can be and how long it can last, it depends on the level of cultivation of the practitioner who plays the door god.

These are just door gods, but for gods of higher ranks, their duties are more than just door gods. For example, the Monkey King has seventy-two transformations and millions of clones.

Then another question arises: the upper limit of the power of gods depends on the belief of all living beings in the power of gods.

Just like Monkey King’s ever-changing abilities, theoretically speaking, Monkey King can transform into anything and can even make airplanes and tanks for you.

The feedback to the god-playing practitioner who plays Monkey King is that he can use the Qi of faith of all living beings to create flashy airplanes and tanks.

However, due to the limitations of the times, how many of the common people who believe in Monkey King have seen airplanes, tanks, and trains? These are rare species that they may have only seen once in their lifetime. To put it bluntly, even the practitioners who play the role of gods themselves may not have experienced the function and power of airplanes and tanks of this era, and have not even seen these two things.

How do you expect them to act and change?
Therefore, the power of gods is actually linked to the times to some extent.

If you let a 21st century god-acting practitioner play the ever-changing Monkey King, who knows what he could do with the Qi of faith of all living beings. But in the early 20th century, he might only have three tricks.

Stick education, immobilization technique, and clone.

The perspective returns to John Wick, the incarnation of the god. As a new god born with the blessing of various urban legends and the feudal remnants of King Hong Tianwang, his operating principle is similar to that of the old gods. They can only use the power given to them by all living beings.

Everyone thinks that John Wick, who established the Continental Hotel and unified the order of the New York underground world, is everywhere.

Therefore, the god John Wick can easily escape from the strange formation of the warlock Wuxiang, even if the opponent's four-game combination is useless.

People think that John Wick is a man who holds a gun in one hand and a pen in the other, and who controls the entire New York underworld with the help of alcohol 'Everywhere', and thus provides a job for those unemployed people like them.

Then fine wine, pencils, and pistols became the sacred weapons of the god John Wick, just like Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, who held the Qiankun Ring in one hand, the Hun Tian Ling in the other, the Huojian Spear in one hand, and a brick in the other.

The pen and wine are easy to deal with, one kills enemies and the other adds status to yourself or teammates. The problem lies with the gun, and there is a bug here.

John Wick, a god born from the Qi of all living beings' faith, was directly responsible for his own birth. Wang Yi, his creator, is also one of the living beings.

This raises an interesting question.

Although not every American in the 20th century was an expert on guns, most of them were familiar with the guns on the market, such as Browning, Colt, Thompson, Springfield rifle, and Maxim. Most people had seen and used these guns and had a general understanding of their power.

So when it comes to the god John Wick, he becomes a firearms expert, and with the support of the faith of all living beings who were able to have a job during the Great Depression thanks to the Continental Hotel and the Continental Group, he can materialize these weapons at any time and restore the power of these weapons, but that's all.

At this time, Wang Yi, the creator of the god John Wick, a soul from the 21st century, shared information with the god John Wick and gave the god John Wick's supernatural power of holding a gun in one hand a little bit stronger.

I have never eaten pork, but thanks to the modern information explosion, I have actually seen pigs run and I know what pork tastes like.

This information is fed back to John Wick, the god who is an incarnation but also an independent individual.

What era is it still playing with these traditional rifles? Brother, play this, this is powerful!

Barrett, a creature that should not have appeared in this era, can be reproduced one-to-one by the god John Wick using the characteristics of divine magic. However, it can only be done by the god John Wick. Due to the limitations of industrial technology, only the god John Wick can make this thing because the mechanism is there.

Although the power is not low and the killing distance is sufficient, it is a bullet composed of Qi after all.

The power and speed of the explosion can be replicated one-to-one, but the penetration effect is not so good. It is okay against ordinary people and ordinary noob aliens, but against the level of Warlock Wuxiang, the effect is better than nothing.

One shot could only make the Warlock Wuxiang somersault in the air, but that was all he could do.

After the attack hit the target, the god John Wick once again turned into a ball of white energy and dissipated, leaving no chance for the warlock Wuxiangbu to calculate his position.

The warlock Wuxiang, who was forced to take a hit from the True Qi Barrett, could only land on the ground and stabilize the surging blood and energy in his body. The fingers of his left hand were almost pinching out sparks, but it still did not bring him any effective feedback.

The more this happened, the more anxious the sorcerer Wuxiang became.

The reason why he chose to cause trouble for John Wick himself was because he knew that the foundation of the Continental Hotel and the Continental Group lay in the founder John Wick, and there was no need to go through the trouble of fighting, pulling, and dividing like the Behemoth Consortium.

However, the various methods displayed by the opponent have made the sorcerer Wuxiang doubt who he is fighting against.

The past cannot be predicted, and the future cannot be deduced. Just as the intelligence provided, it grew out of the land of New York at the same time as Wang Yi appeared.

But all the current arrangements also indicate that the two are two people, which makes the sorcerer Wuxiang confused.

The means used by the other party seemed to be performing divine magic, but who would perform divine magic by using hot weapons instead of magical powers? He couldn't figure out which god the other party was performing.

As a kryptonian warlock, he should have been the first to notice the problem with the god John Wick, but his preconceived notions made the warlock Wuxiang think that the other party was a human being, not a god.

After all, as a god, the existence of God John Wick is to subvert cognition.

"Impossible, I still have the fate of the country, why can't I predict his origins and methods! Even if we want to settle accounts, there is still time! Damn it, even if you hang yourself, you should let people take a break!"

He was cursing in his mind, but his hands were moving quickly.

The strange array that had originally stretched to almost a hundred meters with the help of the national fortune was shrinking rapidly. The eight gates were rotating, and the sorcerer Wuxiang also began to become fierce with the remaining national fortune in his body.

Kun character·Tuheche!
The word Xun and the merits of sandalwood!

Kanzi·Principes!
With the shrinking Qimen formation as the boundary, within the Qimen formation controlled by the sorcerer Wuxiang, earth walls, wooden stakes, and ice spikes stand in rows, forming three lines of defense.

Used to protect himself from attacks launched from unknown directions by the god John Wick.

At the same time, he also launched a unique magic that only the Kryptonian Warlock could use, just like the Golden Watchman, the Turtle Fly Body and Zhuge Wuhou's Three Flavors True Fire.

It is a technique that is not related to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

Magic: The power of heaven and earth!

This is a unique technique that only exists in the warlock school that cultivates luck.

To put it simply, it is the party A who spends the money.

He used the country's destiny as a price and made demands to Nei Jing, asking Nei Jing to find the answer for him.

Neijing is an absolutely fair place. It will tell you the payment standards based on your requirements. Of course, giving the answer is one price, and the process of checking the answer is another price.

Warlock Wuxiang just didn't believe it. How much national fortune could be wasted on him just because of John Wick!

The sound of muffled thunder kept echoing around, and every time it sounded, it meant that one of the three barriers he had set up was damaged.

The prisms deployed by the Kan magic to confuse the enemy's perception had an incredibly fast destruction speed. The prisms that targeted the five senses of ordinary people did not have the desired effect against the god John Wick.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he felt the destiny of the country slipping away in his body. The sorcerer Wuxiang was not surprised but happy.

Because the answer is about to come out, and the other party's actions further confirmed his guess. The other party's methods are just weird, and the cause and effect are not significant in essence. He can afford this price!
As for the god John Wick, his feeling was even more direct. He could feel that there was a mysterious force that was gathering him, who had transformed into a ball of white energy, into shape.

It was also like a huge hand, as if it was going to grab him and pull him in front of the sorcerer Wuxiang.

This feeling is not good, and the source of all this is the sorcerer Wuxiang who is performing magic in the Qimen formation. Interrupt him! The pencil in his left hand, like a copper mace, is smashing the wall formed by the earthen cart. The Thompson submachine gun in his right hand is smashing the wooden stakes blocking the road. Four or five grenades draw a beautiful arc in the air, causing explosions one after another.

The deafening explosion and the high temperature evaporated the ice spikes that confused him.

With the help of a gun in one hand and a pen in the other, the triple obstacles blocking the road are being destroyed, exposing the warlock Wuxiang at the core. The weapons in the hands of the god John Wick dispersed and began to regroup into the powerful weapon Barrett.

At such a close distance, even without the blessing of penetrating power, the power of a one-to-one replica is enough to cause trouble to the opponent.

The white Qi was gradually gathering and taking shape, but the sorcerer Wuxiang, who was unable to move due to divination, was not afraid at all, because the answer was about to be revealed in his inner scene.

"Haha, Mr. Wick, got you!"

The god John Wick, who was only three meters away from the Warlock Wuxiang, still had an indifferent expression. The Barrett that was half condensed in his hand also dissipated. Looking at the complacent Warlock Wuxiang, he responded indifferently.

"Me too."

The answer from the god John Wick stunned the warlock Wuxiang, and then alarm bells rang in his heart, his hair stood on end, and a feeling of palpitations rose from the inside out.

It can be seen that a fist-sized black hole has appeared on the edge of the rooftop of the Continental Hotel. At the moment when this fist-sized black hole appeared on this edge, both the warlock Wuxiang and the god John Wick were within the attack range of this imaginary black hole.

There was no deafening noise, no vision lighting up the night sky.

The imaginary black hole was rotating slowly, seemingly slowly, but in a moment, it blew away the roof of the Continental Hotel.

The rooftop seemed to have been scooped out by a giant spoon and suddenly disappeared. In its place, there was a fist-sized black hole slowly rotating.

And when it reaches the critical point, it suddenly collapses.

At this moment, the rubble, steel bars, and glass that disappeared out of thin air scattered like bullets, with the fist-sized imaginary black hole as the center.

If not stopped, the acceleration of these debris and steel bars would be enough to cause a serious accidental casualties within a hundred meters around the Continental Hotel.

A black Qi appeared like night falling, blocking the flying rocks, steel bars and the crowd of onlookers.

With this layer of black Qi blocking the way, the speed of the flying rocks and steel bars slowed down a lot, and some of them simply fell from the air without being able to continue, which also gave the unfortunate onlookers some time to react.

"Look! It's Mr. Wick!"

Some curious people also saw John Wick, who offered them a job during the Great Depression, standing on the protruding gargoyle building on the outer edge of the floor while dodging.

The layer of night that protected them from the wind and rain extended all the way to connect with the sides of the god John Wick's clothes.

From a distance, it looked as if the cloak dropped by the god John Wick had protected them from this fatal disaster.

"Go back. Just think of this as a dream. Go back and have a good sleep. When you wake up, New York will still be New York."

The voice of the god John Wick sounded in these people's minds, with a hypnotic magic, suppressing the curiosity of the onlookers and urging them to go back to their homes and find their mothers.

After doing all this, the god John Wick turned into a ball of white energy again, floated to the side of Wang Yi, whose face was as pale as gold paper and who was panting, and condensed into shape.

"Are you okay?"

"I ran over 1600 kilometers back and forth today, and I even gave this guy a big move. Do you think I'm okay?!"

Listening to the question from his incarnation of the god, Wang Yi stared with sweat all over his face, looking like a man-eating devil. He could not understand how his incarnation could ask such an inhumane question.

The god John Wick looked at the nearly 6000 square meters of the Continental Hotel rooftop that had disappeared without a trace, thought for a moment and continued to ask.

"Is he dead?"

"do not know."

"Can you do it?"

"Don't forget, I am your main body, and one more round of fighting won't be a problem."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Go and help Behemoth."

"Understood. Be careful."

The god's incarnation, John Wick, turned into white qi again and dissipated, heading towards another battlefield, the Behemoth Group in Manhattan.

Wang Yi, on the other hand, was still gasping for breath. This was the first time he felt so tired, just like after a ten-kilometer long-distance run when he was an ordinary person.

My mouth is dry, my hands and feet are weak, I would rather lie down than stand, but I have to force myself to support my body.

Although my cultivation is high, I can't help but run like the Fuxing high-speed train. It's not like the fire escape method of the Huode Sect that can teleport to a specific point. It's going to cost me my life.

His chest rose and fell violently, and the triple rebirth technique began to work. Streams of Qi from heaven and earth began to replenish Wang Yi's strength between his breaths, allowing him to slowly adjust his condition.

And in that area where the top of his own property, the Continental Hotel, was blown off by his imaginary black hole, a figure appeared in the air in a very embarrassed posture.

"Old man, this can't kill you?!"

Looking at the disheveled figure that appeared out of thin air, Wang Yi was stunned. He finally realized how difficult it was to deal with the luck-flowing sorcerer.

The bird-beak mask was broken, revealing the face of a middle-aged man in his forties. His clothes were tattered and his left hand was twisted in an irregular shape, but no matter how you looked at it, he had the figure and face of a middle-aged man.

No matter how hard you try, you can't reconcile his actual age to over a hundred years old.

But there is no doubt that the person appearing in front of Wang Yi at this moment is the deputy leader of the American mutant organization Ant Nest, the sorcerer Wuxiang who is over a hundred years old!

The warlock Wuxiang was hit head-on by his own imaginary black hole, and only suffered a broken and twisted left hand.

Touching his face, the sorcerer Wuxiang realized that he seemed to have been hit hard just now. If it weren't for the national destiny in his body that still blocked the blow for him, he would have been dead by now.

But for him, it would be better for him to just disappear into thin air, wasting his limited remaining national fortune. He had finally used the inner vision to divine the whereabouts of the god John Wick, and was about to capture him, but Wang Yi intervened.

I paid the money, and the other party sent me a package. But before I even opened it, I was blown away by them?!

The sorcerer Wuxiang ignored his exposed true appearance and continued to calculate with his right hand, trying to restore the answer he had just found from the inner scene.

But no matter what he did, he was back to the starting point. Everything about the god John Wick was blank.

"Alien King One!!!"

"Listen! Fight again!!"

Although I don't know how the other party manages to maintain his youthful appearance at the age of a hundred, but if I can cripple him once, I can cripple him a second time. It's just a matter of wasting time!

The sorcerer Wuxiang looked at Wang Yi, who was burning with fighting spirit. He just raised his intact right hand and tapped each of his upper, middle and lower dantians. A strange formation unfolded with him as the center, wrapping up both himself and Wang Yi before Wang Yi could dodge.

"Since you don't want me to live, then let me make you feel my despair! Magic: Flowers in full bloom! Fire boiling oil!"

(End of this chapter)