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The Golden Sun Boat was originally a symbol of Egypt in the daytime, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a sun in the shape of a boat.

Even though Martin no longer had Atum's authority, the golden ship remembered how its previous owner was defeated, so it flew obediently in the sky.

Taiwu saw the blazing sun fire emanating from the hull and did not waste this opportunity. He used the Shushan method to grind the violent natural sun fire into yang energy that mortals could contain, and absorbed it into their Dantian meridians. After returning to the mountain, he would refine it into a spell.

Compared to natural gods and demons, the human body is too fragile, but fortunately they can grow from failure and create new methods.

Martin did not disturb his brother from refining his Qi. He stood at the bow, his left hand on the hilt of the Double Dragon Sword and his right hand on the sword case. He looked at the almost invisible ground below him and wondered about the whereabouts of the Five Spirit Pearls.

There are so many monsters in this world. It would be troublesome if the Five Spirit Pearls fell into the hands of some bad people.

Although only the Nuwa clan can unleash the world-changing power of the Five Spirit Pearls, ordinary creatures can become extraordinary if they obtain the pearls and absorb the spiritual energy they emit.

As the solar boat approached Detroit, Martin began to think about where they should go to find the whereabouts of the spirit pearl.

Suddenly, a bloody smell filled with evil and ferociousness rose into the sky.

The bloody smell was so strong that even Taiwu, who was collecting the sun's fire, was awakened. He flashed to the bow and saw dark red blood threads spreading outward in the sky.

"Who on earth could have committed such a murderous act and created such a fierce and bloody aura!"

Tai Wu temporarily put aside the matter of finding the spirit pearl and said firmly: "Brother, although this place is not the territory of Shenzhou, the lives of foreign people are as important as Mount Tai. According to the Shushan precepts, disciples must not allow evil spirits to do evil!"

"Everything is up to you, Senior Brother!"

Martin was also shocked by the bloody smell. Detroit is not Gotham. There are no frequent murders and terrorist attacks.

If you want to create a bloody smell here, you can only kill people in a short period of time, and kill many people.

Detroit Police Department!

Rachel Ross, who is only seventeen years old today, was locked inside a table in the interrogation room, with her hands handcuffed. Long chains were welded to the handcuffs, connecting them to the buttons on the floor of the interrogation room to ensure that the prisoner could not break free or make any excessive movements.

Rachel didn't want to escape, didn't want to appeal for herself, and even didn't want to live anymore.

Not long ago, she was just an ordinary high school student. Although strange things often happened around her, all problems could be solved under the protection of her mother.

But just three days ago, when she was returning home from get out of class, an inexplicable gangster broke into the house and brutally cut her mother's throat with a knife.

In the midst of grief and despair, Rachel's body underwent changes that she was not even aware of. Something ran out of her body and tore the bodies of the gangster and her mother into pieces.

Rachel was just a seventeen-year-old girl. One evening, she not only lost her loving mother, but also killed a living person in a way she herself did not know.

She couldn't bear the pressure and didn't know how to explain it to the police, so she ran away in panic.

In a daze, she bought a ticket to Detroit, and under an inexplicable mysterious driving force, she came to a city she had never had any contact with before.

Yesterday at midnight, she left the station and wandered aimlessly on the street, where she encountered a rapist and killed someone again out of control.

"Lord! Please enlighten me, why do you let me go through such pain?"

Rachel held the purple beads she had found on the street the night before in her hands and prayed to God.

Because some inexplicable things happened around her since she was a child, Rachel's mother took her to pray to God.

But Rachel didn't believe in God. She just prayed out of habit, but she thought that the person who protected her was gone forever.

For a moment, sadness surged from her heart and the girl could no longer maintain her outward strength. Tears burst from her eyes, slid down her face, and dripped onto the floor, the table, and the purple beads in her hand.

Shila-

The tears splashed on the beads, and instantly electric sparks burst out from the beads, and the beads themselves began to glow.

Rachel was not hurt by the electric sparks, but instead felt a tingling sensation.

When she was caught by the police today, someone wanted to take the bead away, but once they touched the bead, they would be electrocuted into a big afro and faint on the ground.

Because of this, the police classified Rachel as a superhuman and decided to take the case seriously.

After the Justice League made its public statement to the world, more and more superhumans dared to stand up. The government did not want to stimulate these individuals with powerful abilities, so the police on the front line of handling cases naturally became cautious.

Rachel's face was illuminated by the purple light, and through the shell of the bead, she seemed to see an ocean floating in the void.

What makes up that ocean is not water, but lightning bolts. They are entangled with each other to form a vast ocean. A giant lies in the center of the ocean, floating up and down with the rise and fall of lightning bolts.

When Rachel looked inside, the giant floating in the sea of thunder also opened his eyes and looked at her.

"My God!"

Rachel was startled and leaned back, looking away from the beads, and the feeling of being watched by the giant disappeared.

Bang!

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

Rachel closed her hands in panic, the light from the beads in her hands dissipated, and all the magical phenomena also disappeared.

She looked up at the door and saw that the person who came in was not a policeman, but a sloppy middle-aged man who was unkempt.

The other person's golden hair was messy, like a chicken or bird's coop made of straw. His face was a little long, his beard was untidy, and he looked very decadent.

He was wearing a yellow windbreaker with a white shirt underneath. The buttons were not fastened, so his chest could be vaguely seen. A red tie hung loosely around his neck.

What Rachel hated the most was that this guy who suddenly broke in had a burning cigarette between his right index and middle fingers.

The girl looked at the smoke floating over and couldn't help but wave her hand to dispel the stench of tobacco.

"Hey, girl, you're in police custody for murder. Being too calm isn't a good thing for you."

Constantine was a little surprised when he saw the girl with purple hair and baby fat on her face.

Before he came in, he heard from the police that the girl named Rachel had been very nervous and even cried several times, which was completely different from her current calm appearance.

"I...I was fighting back in self-defense. Those bastards wanted to rape me. Couldn't I fight back?"

Rachel was also surprised at her own calmness. She subconsciously thought about the terrifying giant she saw in the beads, and the pressure brought to her by the police station disappeared.

She still felt sad about her mother's death, but holding the purple bead, she would no longer feel sorry for herself.

Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, blowing out smoke rings so that Rachel couldn't see his face, but he was able to examine the girl's expressions and movements.

"I'm an exorcist, just call me Constantine!"

Constantine actually hates these adolescent kids.

In his exorcism career, more than half of the demonic cases were caused by adolescent children who, out of some fantasy or trivial trauma, summoned those creatures from hell in a fit of excitement.

However, those children have no ability to bargain with the devil. In the end, not only will the summoners be dragged into hell, but the people around them will also suffer.

"Exorcist?"

Rachel lowered her head and whispered the profession, not suspecting that the other party was a liar.

Since there are superhumans in the world, it is not surprising that magic can exist.

"You mean I was possessed by the devil, which is why I did such a thing?"

Constantine pulled out a chair and sat opposite the girl, saying nonchalantly, "Your house does stink of those guys from hell, but that's coming from that man." "As for the rapists who died last night, they were struck to death by lightning and have nothing to do with the devil."

Constantine's body tilted slightly, and he was swaying. When Rachel began to think, he suddenly asked:

"Tell me, what happened last night?"

Constantine deliberately lowered his voice to create a tense atmosphere.

Rachel was indeed frightened, and she subconsciously leaned back to get away from the middle-aged man opposite her, but the chain on the handcuffs was pulled to her head and pulled her back.

"My wrist!"

Rachel cried out in pain. Her wrists were scratched by the steel handcuffs and bright red blood dripped onto the ground.

"Are you crazy? Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"It's just a minor injury, just a scratch on the skin, what's there to cry about?"

Constantine took another drag on his cigarette, showing no intention of showing any mercy to the woman.

Rachel's eyes widened, unable to comprehend how this man who looked to be in his forties could be even more unreasonable than the little boys in school.

boom!
Rachel slammed the table and was about to curse.

"Shut up!"

Constantine's nose twitched as he smelled a familiar scent.

He scolded Rachel, jumped up from the chair, tiptoed to the door, and pressed his face against the door. The icy cold instantly froze half of his face.

There was no sound outside the door!

This is the biggest problem!

"fxck!"

Constantine threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice, staring at Rachel and asking, "Who the hell are you? A drop of blood on the ground can make such a big noise?"

intuition!

Although Constantine did not find any clues from the girl, he was not a reasonable person.

He grabbed Rachel's hand and stuck out his tongue, licking her wrist, taking the blood into his mouth and tasting it.

"abnormal!"

Snapped!
Rachel screamed, clenched her hands into fists, and smashed them hard into Constantine's face.

Constantine was hit on the head and fell to the ground with blood all over his body.

But he didn't care about the wound on his head. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then said with a smile, "So he's a hybrid of human and devil. No wonder he could make such a big fuss."

"Hey, girl over there, what the hell is your daddy?"

"I am a human being, not a thing!"

Rachel was irritated by the asshole's nonchalant attitude.

Her chest heaved violently, the light in the room was swallowed up bit by bit, and something tried to escape from the shadows.

Constantine sensed the terrifying magic power suddenly gushing out of the house. His eyes widened instantly and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, he got out of control again!"

He put his hands together, preparing to cast a spell, and lightning burst out, interrupting the surging shadows behind Rachel.

Constantine looked at the confused Rachel and didn't dare to provoke this old lady again.

Otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces before those things outside rushed in.

"Follow me! Although you are a hybrid of human and devil, judging from your appearance, you probably don't know your origins."

When Constantine gets serious, he is still very reliable, especially when he doesn't use magic.

Boom!
He kicked open the door of the interrogation room and walked out first.

Rachel followed in a daze, and the pungent smell of blood hit her face.

The entire police station has turned into a bloody hell. The floor is covered in blood, and the torn pieces of human flesh, bones, and internal organs are stuck to the walls, windows, and ceiling.

Rachel resisted the urge to feel nauseous and sick to her stomach, took a step forward, and something fell from above her head and hit her in the face.

The girl subconsciously reached out to touch the thing on her face. It was sticky and smelled a little bloody.

Then, she couldn't hold it in any longer and started vomiting violently on the spot.

What fell on her face was a piece of brain tissue with white brain matter stuck on it.

Although the police station had turned into a hell of flesh and blood, it was eerily quiet. Tall, twisted shadows were walking slowly, making clicking sounds.

The noise she made when she vomited was so loud that it broke the peace of this hell on earth.

The shadows slowly turned their heads and locked onto Rachel following the sound.

Constantine actually had no intention of saving anyone. In his opinion, these monsters were attracted by the half-human-demon girl.

The people in the police station were tortured and killed, and the girl was not innocent either. She was not innocent if she died here.

But he and Rachel did not distance themselves, and those twisted shadows shot out corrupt shadow magic attacks, targeting Constantine as well.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have taken this order."

Constantine put his hands together again, ready to cast a spell.

Rachel raised her hands in horror, and the purple bead in her right hand burst out with terrifying thunder, transforming into a divine sword, divine spear, and divine lance... It instantly pierced through all the shadows on this floor, crushing them directly, without even a grain of residue left.

Constantine: This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

When did magic become so simple that it can be used just by waving your hands?
The shock to Constantine was not over yet.

After a layer of twisted shadows was destroyed by the thunder that burst out from Rachel's hands, the darkness in the corner grew again, and more shadows ran out with the mentality of monsters and surrounded the two.

Constantine flexed his wrists and thought: This is the third time I've tried to take action, there's no way any accidents would happen again, right?
But just as he was about to make a move, a sword light came like a dragon.

The double dragon swords were nailed to the ground, shaking away the monsters that were illegitimately born from flesh and blood.

Martin appeared and pointed his sword. The sword light surrounding him dissipated and turned into countless sword qi, shooting out in all directions.

Those sword energies were originally illusory shadows, but in the process of flying out, they turned from virtual to real and became like the Double Dragon Sword, like a blooming lotus or a summer rainstorm, ruthlessly sweeping away those evil creatures born from filth.

Shushan Sword Technique——Ten Thousand Swords Technique!

　First update, continue to read 10,000 words today! Shushan swordplay, cool!

　　You can go and watch the TV series "See You Again", which does a good job of recreating the game.

　　
　
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