Marvel – Immortal Path

As early as the beginning of the battle, the Ancient One sorcerer formed a masking layer through the diffused fog, and the glass-like space fragments concocted later were used as anchor points for marking, deeply embedded in this Every corner of the floor.

He is like a king sitting on a temple, and the space fragments with decreasing energy efficiency are those capable officials of different ranks, helping him to control this territory.

However, as the array under Li Ang gradually spreads, those rampaging Spiritual Qi are like a fully armed slaying cavalry. They are small in number, but they are elite and capable of fighting. With their high mobility and aggressiveness, Wreak havoc on the territory of Ancient One.

Whenever Ancient One wants to chase and intercept him, he finds that oneself is always slow to take a shot, can’t catch up, hit undying, can’t hold back, wait until he mobilizes mana to try to fight against Li Ang on a large scale, already Too late.

The single spark dropped by Li Ang has started a prairie fire. With no difficulty, it occupies most of the dominance of the space. It does not give Ancient One any chance to breathe. It seems to be slow and fast to eat into his living space.

"I have to say, it's a really interesting spell structure." One after another brilliant light flashed in Li Ang's eyes. While directing the array to continue spreading, he separated a small part of his mind. I stretched out the take action, fiddled with the invisible and innocent Spiritual Qi flow arteries, "I have never seen this Sect technique."

I saw him wave a hand, the spatial scale in the corridor After all restoration, those walls and floors that imitated the tenon-and-mortise structure and folded inwardly also slowly returned to their original positions.

This action is like the last straw that crushes the camel, sweeping the Ancient One out of the space completely, forcing him to escape from the void and retreat to the real plane.

"How is it possible?" The powerful sorcerer hidden in the cloak hovered in midair, unable to restrain the emotion of consternation, hoarsely said: "How did you do it?"

It took several years to develop this technique before it was barely completed. The technical difficulties involved were no less than a hundred. Even if it was an opponent of the same magnitude as him, it would take at least half an hour to crack it roughly.

Ancient One has roughly estimated the Spiritual Qi fluctuations on Li Ang, which is probably at a fairly low level, not to mention that compared with his real body, even this power projection is far Not as good.

"In terms of the amount of Spiritual Qi, you are indeed much higher than me," Li Ang spread out and said casually: "But the battle of the cultivator is not entirely based on the reserves of Spiritual Qi. It requires careful fighting. Experience, on-the-spot adaptability, temperament, perseverance, and analytical ability as the most key factor."

Li Ang clicked his own head, and said calmly in a tone that could not be said to be mocking: "This technique Although the law is exquisite, it seems to me that it is too self-proclaimed and conservative. The pedantic spirit is too heavy. You can tell the generality at the first glance, guess the seven or eight at the second glance, and follow the vine at the third glance. I roughly figured out the whole sequence of events of the entire spell. When I open my eyes again, there is no secret at all in this spell, and it can even be used for my own use, making it turn the gun."

This is the truth, see the micro-knowledge, from the effect, this is the basic skill that the cultivator should master, but Li Ang has taken this to the extreme.

Under the cloak, unable to see the look of Ancient One, this sorcerer stared at the opponent in front of him, his mind turned sharply, thinking about countermeasures.

After all, this is just a power projection. The true body of Ancient One is thousands of miles away, and it is really reluctant to fight against this unknown enemy at such a long distance. If you want to knock down the opponent, you must form a situation of crushing and control the enemy with one move.

I figured out this section, Ancient One took a deep breath, staring at the eyes of Li Ang faint smile, said solemnly: "What do you call your excellency? What sect or school?"

"The last name is Li, the first name is Ang, and he is self-taught." The young man in the white coat said gently: "Compared with Ancient One, it is not your real name, right?"

sorcerer nodded, narrated peacefully.

AncientOne, Ancient One.

This is not actually a person's name, but a title.

Several hundreds of years ago, a sage born in the Kamar-Taj, Himalayas region mastered the power of spell. He actively explored the origin of magic and accumulated his insight and understanding of magic.

With the passage of time, the real name of this sage disappeared in the long river of history, and only his power is still increasing day by day.

In countless adjustment struggles, the wisdom and strength of the sages have subdued other mystic people, and people respectfully call him Ancient One sorcerer, ancient and unique.

The title of Ancient One spans several hundreds of years, and has been passed on and continued, changing from generation to generation like a fire that never extinguishes.

The Ancient One sorcerer today is not weaker than the earliest sages, and even slightly wins-the older the stronger, the saying is not necessarily applicable in the cultivation world.

The sages indeed pioneered a broad and open road, and later generations of outstanding talents who have passed down their lives have joined the exploration of this road without hesitation.

Each generation of Ancient One sorcerer is like the forerunner who obsessed with oil lamps groping forward in the dark. They used their lives to open up this spacious broad and open road for future generations.

The Ancient One of this generation, on the basis of the predecessors, went further and deeper, and even he could use the power of a certain Magical Artifact to see in the long river of nonlinear time A faint phantom of the future.

It is the dreamlike fragment of the future that forces Ancient One to persevere. He is convinced that Stephen Strange will play an extremely important role in the near future, even The decisive role cannot be overstated.

"Can I ask, what kind of future is it?" Li Ang spread out his hands and asked casually: "The crisis that can make you such a powerful sorcerer keep secret, for others Isn’t it even more terrifying?"

"Sorry, no comment," Ancient One said solemnly: "The future can only be observed, and cannot be told to the mouth. Any possible variable will lead to deviations in the future, and this This kind of deviation is negative under the overwhelming majority situation."

"I knew..." Li Ang rolled the eyes, slandered: "The secret is unpredictable, even if it is True Immortal I dare not pretend that I know the future. Only those cultivation is too shallow, and only a half-bucket of water prophets can be seen, and then those misty phantoms are regarded as true."

"Today, I must take Stephen Si away. Tranch." Ancient One took off the hood of the cloak, revealing a Celtic female face that is not beautiful or ugly, but can only be described as awe-inspiring, solemn and majestic.

"..." Li Ang's eyes were a little strange. He stared at Ancient One's bald head and sighed: "Why do I always deal with bald heads these days?"

Huh? ?

Ancient One's eyes twitched, ignoring the other party's disrespectful words, and stepping forward, the lotus-like complex slogans rose from under the feet, "Even for this world, I advise you not to stop me anymore. "