"Definitely going to kill this thing. "Lin Zheng endured the sharp pain of tearing his arm and the pain of his five fingers being penetrated, which was simply a physical pain to the depths www.biquge.info of his soul.

The bull-headed horse face and the black and white impermanence are fighting with the nightmare demons, and now the nightmare demon has absorbed an unknown number of souls, and it is now very powerful, compared to these hell messengers, it is not at all inferior, which is a little anxious.

Moreover, Lin Zheng's arm had already undergone a strange twist, and it was slowly developing from the arm to the body, and the body was actually irregularly twisted, and at this time, the gate of hell suddenly stretched out black cloth strips and iron chains.

Bound towards the Nightmare, the Nightmare was immediately frightened and tried to run away when he saw this simple strip of cloth and chain, but the Hell Messengers entangled it and prevented it from escaping, and the Nightmare could only watch as he was tied up.

Wang Xiaolong stood on the roof of the building closer, watching the demon in front of him being dragged into hell step by step, he couldn't help but sigh, of course, not for the demon, but for Lin Zheng, he was a good person.

But Yu Xin couldn't bear it anymore and began to chant the incantation, hoping to save his life after this.

Lin Zheng saw that the demon was slowly entering the gate of hell, his body was also twisted with unknown rules, his head had been twisted to 180 degrees, he had rolled his eyes, and he had difficulty breathing.

He seemed to see his father, he took this compass and told Lin Zheng, who was young and longing for heroes, the glorious history of his ancestors, which left a hero gene in Lin Zheng's young heart.

The picture changed, and he saw his father die in front of him, which was the same situation as he is now, and his father said to him before he died: "Son, for the sake of righteousness, to protect the world, to take care of the ・・・・・・" The father went before he finished speaking.

The young Lin Zheng knew that his father's last words were for him to take care of himself, but the great grief of his father's death made him unable to do so for a while, until he was adopted by a Taoist priest who was a former colleague of his father, and he could grow up.

His eyes, which had already turned white, seemed to see his father smiling at him with his old-fashioned glasses on the edge of the garden, and seemed to be very satisfied with what he had done, and he shed tears.

He knew that he would also follow in the footsteps of the Nightmare Demon, and this was the price of the compass, and his arm began to spurt blood, and his whole body was wringing out blood like a towel, and all this blood was gradually absorbed by the compass.

Then the gate of hell stretched out a huge and pitch-black hand and stretched out to Lin Zheng, who had already done it, and was about to go back to hell as soon as he grabbed it, at this time, Wang Xiaolong suddenly appeared next to the black claw, chanting a spell.

He followed the huge black hand into hell, the gates of hell were closed, and there was only a compass on the ground, and there was nothing to prove the death of a self-sacrificing hero, and the death of a hero was always lonely, and only a small number of people knew about it.

But heroes don't care about these, maybe this is why heroes are heroes, the heroes referred to here do not refer specifically to those superheroes, but also to ordinary people who stand up, just like Lin Zheng.

Wang Xiaolong followed him to hell, this hell is really not a place for people to stay, there are black and red flames everywhere, there are also rugged roads, and ghosts flashing from time to time, he is now going to find Lin Zheng to see if there is a chance to bring him back to life.

At this time, in New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. already knew that these superpowers had begun to make trouble, but they couldn't resist these superpowers, after all, some superpowers had the ability to defeat a hundred, and even some could destroy the world.

S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have much high-end combat power, almost all of the agents are ordinary people, and they are not armed with scientific research, so to improve their strength is enough to fight against these superpowers, and even Captain America has no way.

As a last resort, S.H.I.E.L.D. can only retreat to the next best thing and use all its forces to protect those ordinary people.

Pyro, sitting high on a building and looking down, his back image is that of a hero, but his face is like that of a nervous criminal, and he takes a deep breath.