Chapter 590 In the Name of Father

Tony Stark: "Is there anyone who can help me kill this Deadpool? If no one, I'll ask again later."

Ge Xiaolun: "Brother To, I think this guy is quite interesting."

Tony Stark: "Then why don't you stay next to this chatterbox who keeps talking about the movie script and the shooting process?"

Li Huowang: "Why don't you ask Galen to put a Q?"

Tony Stark: "What Q?"

Xiao Yan: " x-on:Ge Xiaolun, make one for him."

"When the time comes, you will play Tony Stark, and I will go to the Vought Group to find an actor to play the captain of the motherland. I also met a good friend named Van Helsing. After getting drunk that night, I carried him to the bed, stripped him of his clothes, and injected him with... You must have thought wrongly, you bad guy~~~"

The chattering and self-proclaimed humorous combination of dirty jokes has been around Stark for a while. For the first time, he understood why so many people wanted to tear this guy's mouth apart (except when watching a movie, harassing other unlucky people).

"I injected a can of adamantium into his body. Now we have X-Men. Listen, man, what is our plan?"

Deadpool looked at Ge Xiaolun who was interrupting him: "I'm not interested in those cover girls now, Mr. Saint Virgin"

"Shut up." Ge Xiaolun uttered two words softly.

Instantly, the world returned to tranquility.

The blue veins on Stark's temple slowly disappeared, his teeth loosened slightly, and he said sincerely: "Thank you."

Ignoring Deadpool who was signing, Stark, who didn't want to communicate too much with him, decided to find a quieter place to hide, such as the teahouse over there

"Don't follow me, the Great Leiyin Temple doesn't accept outsiders." Su Lin walked out of the teahouse surrounded by three men and one woman, like driving away flies.

Since there was no soundproofing array, not many people spent money to buy additional soundproofing VIP services, or separate space VIP services, so the quarrels between several people seemed a bit too noisy when most guests were immersed in the meditation scene of enlightenment.

Many people broke away from the state of enlightenment and grasping the avenue, and looked at the people who were arguing loudly at the entrance of the teahouse.

Su Lin said: "What heaven and hell? If you are not familiar with it, don't come to me. For such a chase, I suggest you turn right and find a mainland hotel."

"You have to contract the after-sales service." Constantine hurriedly followed behind, "I prepared a big gift for Mammon and Gabriel in advance, but now it has been ruined by you, and the future has become a mess."

Su Lin laughed directly after hearing this: "After-sales? Go play, if you don't buy nuclear bombs, get out. I only charge you 6666 yuan for so many arms. What do you want a bicycle?"

To others, Su Lin's words may be a little inhumane, but the thing in front of him is called John Constantine.

Maybe some people don't know this guy very well, but it doesn't matter. In short, he smokes, drinks, buys prostitutes, gambles, and betrays his teammates, but he is a pretty good scumbag, right?

"Be nicer to your big customers." Constantine raised the lighter in his hand, his expression unchanged: "If you had put a manual at that time, none of this would have happened."

"I put it, there is one in every box." Su Lin looked him up and down.

Constantine stopped taking out the cigarette and said in a daze: "Did you really put it? Then you should have reminded me."

"Are you playing StarCraft?"

This shameless guy seems to have made a big event of turning demons into angels, and now he has to run to Zhutian City for refuge.

Devils can only stay in hell, and angels can only stay in heaven.

This is an unchanging rule from the beginning of creation to the present. Although loopholes can be exploited through possession, hybridization, etc., their bodies and most of their abilities should still be in their original places.

This leads to the fact that when facing some demons and even demon gods with terrifying backgrounds and strengths, as long as the exorcist finds the corresponding method, they can also be expelled back to hell.

After all, only letting souls and consciousness descend to the world, using human bodies as carriers, is the cheapest and most efficient means.

It is equivalent to a bunch of characters with the ability to resurrect and recover blood at high speed running freely naked on the battlefield. They are all covered with physical attribute panels that are not much stronger than normal humans. The armor cannot be said to be zero, but it can be said to be non-existent.

Under normal circumstances, demons do not have to worry about human means. Even if they face sacred objects such as the shroud or relics of saints, or face angels more ruthlessly, the most they will do is to return to their hometown in hell to soak in the spring water after being injured.

Of course, this is a normal situation.

The special situation is that the heaven on the other side and Su Lin use the same password, and then the demon who uses the original body face to receive the opening bullet triggers a special mechanism, and most of the DC world heaven’s own influence is mixed in.

So under the reasonable mechanisms of "forgiveness of sins", "purification", "ascension", "open sesame", and Su Lin's insignificant power, the original body in hell was forcibly pulled to the human transfer station and transformed into an angel, and finally ascended to heaven under the blessing.

God, that scene is so beautiful.

"Maybe you should tell me where those weapons got the blessing from, or pay compensation according to the market price." Constantine just finished speaking, and a pistol was pressed against his forehead.

"I remember you really want to go to heaven, so I can help you go to the East Earth Heaven as after-sales compensation." Su Lin suggested.

Constantine stopped smoking and looked at Su Lin.

"Boss, don't be like this. Give me, Mr. Zhao, some face."

Officer Zhao smiled broadly and tentatively put his index finger in front of the gun: "It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. We are all in business. Let's make money by being harmonious, and you can't kill people with guns in Zhutian City."

"Noisy! I've tolerated you juniors for a long time, get out."

boom--!

The Buddha's light tore through the fog of the void and penetrated into the deep blue sky, causing the space to collapse like layers of broken glass.

The old man with immortal cultivation looked at the broken hair beside his ear, nodded slightly as Su Lin pressed his muzzle, sat down cross-legged again with a gentle smile, and continued to meditate.

"Is it that Tang Sanzang? I saw him before when Qiongqi Pagoda was forced to open by the Great Sun Tathagata."

"Which version of Tang Sanzang was a gun player?!"

"Tang Seng in this era is so fierce."

The sound of discussion began to sound, and gradually expanded, but the radiant light and electricity fell, rays of Buddha's light spilled out, and the ethereal Buddha's voice also began to echo. Unknowingly, the hearts of the creatures present returned to peace and tranquility, and were no longer distracted. Disturbance from foreign objects.

"No, Lao Kang, you see, I can't stand by you anymore. This is our own mage from the East. Can you help me see if this gun can be fired?" Zhao Li took out an exquisite Western musket and asked. .

"No wonder Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie are looking for you everywhere." Xia Dongqing suddenly realized: "Are you the Tang Sanzang that is being spread everywhere?"

"The firearms you sold me have nothing to do with Buddhism, and you are different from the good-tempered monks here. Master, I only need an answer." Constantine said.

Su Lin said: "When the poor monk went to study in the West, he took it out of the holy water of St. Louis Cathedral."

Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Lin and said in surprise: "Master Tripitaka, is the Western Paradise you went to?"

"Can't the poor monk go to heaven as an exchange student after studying for the scriptures?" Su Lin glanced at him and said lightly.

"Thank you, keep that nuclear bomb for me." Constantine nodded, his figure began to blur, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"Leaving now?" Zhao Li asked doubtfully.

Constantine took them together to look for the gun seller yesterday. In the end, he seemed to have retreated in the face of difficulties, or he seemed to have come specially to ask for an answer, so he left Zhutian City.

Zhao Li was still curious as to what kind of gun was so powerful that it could directly transport demons from hell to heaven. "Master Sanzang, do you have anything special for Eastern ghosts? Hey, where are the people?"

Turning around, I saw that Su Lin, who had already reached the front, was stopped by someone again.

Su Lin: "."

A man wearing a silver mask was holding a tray covered with red cloth, standing in front of Su Lin.

"This first chapter of "The Supreme Master's Secret of Forgetting Love" is presented to you by Yinglong Pagoda." The man was as airy as an immortal, with a calm posture, and slowly opened the velvet red cloth.

Only the top is visible.

Nothing.

Su Lin: "."

The man was slightly startled, and quickly covered Su Lin with the velvet red cloth. He looked at Su Lin for a while and said, "I'm sorry, the first chapter of "The Art of Forgetting Love" has been sent out. The formless sky can be grafted. Please allow me to continue. This formless relic from the Saha Star Realm serves as an apology.”

Under Su Lin's expectant eyes, he lifted the red cloth again, but there was still nothing on the wooden tray.

Su Lin: "."

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?

Su Lin thought he had bumped into the good NPC Zhongli said, but it turned out that this guy was making mistakes one after another like a magic trick. He was talking a lot of lofty terms, but his expectations were disappointed time and time again.

"How about preparing again?" Su Lin suggested: "I'll close my eyes and don't look, and you can check again."

The man with the mask was obviously stunned. He stared at the empty tray, finally bowed slightly to Su Lin, and took a few steps back.

At this time, Beiwu Zhenxian passed by the masked man, and while taking the square plate, he placed a coral branch made of jade-like material: "This thing is a treasure in the sea of ​​life and death, and is given to you. "

There is no life or death, no passing time, and the flow of breath is like chaos.

Su Lin looked at the other party and said, "Fellow Taoist is really generous. I wonder why?"

"Fellow Taoist, please don't get me wrong, I am one of the candidates for the city lord of Yinglong Tower in Zhutian City, Beiwu True Immortal."

Beiwu Zhenxian kept smiling and said loudly: "I like to make friends, especially outstanding people from all over the world. This property right should be a gift for meeting you. Of course, if your friends are willing to patronize Yinglong Pagoda's business in the future, then Nature is great.”

It sounds sincere, and it doesn't hide the fact that he is actually making friends for business purposes.

Su Lin thought for a while, took the interesting coral from the square plate, and took out a cube of fairy gold and placed it in the square plate.

"It's okay to make friends, just reciprocate."

"I really made a few friends today who pay attention to etiquette. It's very nice. I haven't asked my friends' names yet?"

Beiwu Zhenxian raised his hand, as if he hadn't noticed the movement Su Lin had made before.

He took out a Yinglong token similar to the token Su Lin drew from the system, with the word "Beiwu" written on it.

Seeing this, Su Lin also took out the identity jade tag given to him by Ye Fan, which read: "Guyue Otto. Wait."

Realizing that Xia Dongqing and Zhao Li were approaching from behind, Su Lin checked his identity twice and reset the stage name he had used over the years.

"The poor monk Tang Sanzang."

The name on the token is equivalent to a half-real name. It is an identity recognized by both oneself and the outside world in his life and destiny. He can use his birth name, Taoist name, and nickname.

"It turns out it was Master Xuanzang in person." Beiwu Zhenxian looked down, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually faded: "The name of Tripitaka. Three. Burial?"

Officer Zhao grabbed Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya's shoulders and gave them a hard slap, causing them to turn 180 degrees, and stopped them from turning around and leaving expressionlessly.

"You're wrong."

There was a roaring fire burning in the fireplace, and the flames danced, giving the entire room a warm orange hue.

There are several art paintings hanging on the walls of the room, the glass used for sealing reflects the flames, and there are women on the sofa and.

A man suddenly appears in the room.

"It's good to see you back, John."

The woman with short blond wavy hair put a spherical ice cube into the hammered glass. The sound of the wall of the glass colliding with the ice cube mixed with the crackle of burning wood, followed by the sound of water flow as the liquid gradually filled up.

"Gabriel"

Constantine picked up the vodka on the table and took a sip into his mouth. The cold and strong wine irritated his throat: "Ahem, are you here to help me?"

"It depends on how you perform."

She stood up and walked aside. The bookshelf in front of her stretched along one wall. There were all kinds of books neatly placed on them, from classical literature to modern novels, from historical biographies to scientific encyclopedias. The smell of paper and ink was mixed with a faint musty smell. mixed together.

"John, you've caused so much trouble. Nothing like this has ever happened."

Gabriel's fingers traced across the back of the book, and finally stopped on the back of a Bible: "They and their minions are looking for you. Only if you confess everything can I help you. Of course, your little secrets will also You can keep some appropriately.”

This shit angel

"Are you scolding me?"

"I'm praising you."

Constantine closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Officer Angela, are you okay?"

"She's fine and in a safe place," Gabriel said without looking back.

"If you use her as a sacrifice, I swear, you and that bullshit devil will go back to heaven together." Constantine put his hands on the backrest and said coldly: "When the time comes, you will go to God in person to explain. "

"You don't understand Him, John," said Gabriel:

"He is very tolerant to you. Humans can make mistakes as long as they ask for forgiveness, but He doesn't care what the world has become. He loves everything equally and ignores it all."

"Inspire men to true faith, and make men worthy of His love for you, when the time comes, John."

"You will also be saved."

She opened her Bible and sat down in front of John.

"Tell me, how did you do it?" Gabriel stared at Constantine until he took out a few bullets.

"I don't know why this happened, but maybe it has something to do with these bullets soaked in holy water." Constantine looked at him and said: "These are bullets taken from the holy water of St. Louis Cathedral. You You know I'm not lying."

Gabriel held a bullet and placed it in front of the golden eyes that represented divinity and observed it carefully. A trace of doubt and confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

Constantine noticed that the other party was distracted, frowned and called: "Gabriel?"

There was no response. She just stared at the bullet as if she was wandering away from the sky. The fingers of her right hand trembled slightly, and the amplitude began to increase until a trace of indescribable fear appeared on her face.

"father?"