"I'll fix it in one day, by this time tomorrow night." Chang Wei finally said: "Then arrive in the UK as quickly as possible." ”

Alena nodded silently and left.

For her now, the so-called nuclear threat mission is not even as important as a soak of shit. Since she has deviated, the mission of MI6 is a fart. Jason's miss is the most grasping. So she didn't hesitate.

The remaining half of the night was spent in cultivation.

Chang Wei is now getting stronger and stronger. With the replenishment of a large number of pills, the mana level that was far below Dao Xing before rose to the top.

As the mana grows, the use of supernatural powers becomes more and more handy.

He's getting stronger.

But practice is an eternal theme. For a monk, cultivation is the most important thing in his life until he witnesses the Great Dao or falls halfway.

The fist does not leave the hand, and the song does not leave the mouth. This is especially true of the practice, which must not be interrupted every day.

The next day, when the sun rose, Chang Wei was already strolling in the desert.

Following the subtle induction between the poison spell and Chang Wei, the spellcaster, Chang Wei hung unhurriedly, following the people of the Solomon Organization who were fleeing in the direction of Syria, far behind them.

The preparations of the Solomon Organization appear to have been well done. From the time Chang Wei caught up with him to the present, these people have been circling the desert several times with the suitcase, changing cars twice and helicopter once on the way, until they entered the territory of Syria, and were protected by a team of troops guarding the border and rushed towards their lair.

These are all seen by Chang Wei.

But Chang Wei didn't choose to do it directly.

The people of the Solomon Organization are well prepared and fast, but Chang Wei believes that neither the United States nor the Mao Bear will be slower than them.

Sure enough, in the afternoon before evening, under a sand dune, the Solomon Order's men encountered an unprecedented resistance.

Chang Wei concealed his figure, closed his breath, and watched all this from a distance. Seeing that Solomon's rabble army could not resist and was about to be defeated. He's going to shoot when he's going to shoot. A dark shadow flew alive in the distance!

I can fly!

Not an idle character!

Chang Wei suddenly cheered up and was in high spirits. He didn't know who this man was.

However, he prefers to be a rescuer on the side of the Solomonic Organization.

Sure enough, as soon as this person arrived, Ling stood in the air and pretended to be a big one. His robe flew, his ten fingers spread out and flicked, and rays of light of different colors radiated, and where these rays passed, they were either frozen, burned, squeezed, or penetrated, and they were even more six-vein divine swords than the legendary six-vein divine sword.

What tanks, artillery, airplanes and combat vehicles, in front of this like paper, the blockers only resisted for a few minutes before being crushed.

The corpse was thrown to the ground, and the blood sank into the yellow sand.

Chang Wei knew that he had to do it.

He landed and disappeared into the yellow sand, his increasingly proficient escape method making him several times faster than when he first used it. Between breaths, he had already escaped a distance of thousands of meters, and instantly jumped out in front of the pretending criminal who had just landed, and raised his hand to slap it.

This palm is like an upside-down antelope horn, surprisingly abrupt, silently, with a strong sense of locking and oppression, and finding the middle door that pretends to be a prisoner is a blow.

The pretending co-op was taken aback, and before he could stand firmly, a thunderous roar came out of his throat, a strong breath swayed, and his hands were folded back to protect his chest. At the same time, a large jeweled ring on one of his fingers shone brightly, crocheting a visible curtain of light to protect him.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the light curtain trembled, making a clattering cracking sound. The skillful power contained in Chang Wei's palm was pervasive, and with at least hundreds of tons of pure physical power, it burst out with an effect of more than ten times, and it only lasted less than two seconds before the light curtain-like shield was shattered.

With a muffled snort, the face of the pretending criminal turned pale, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he felt that there were seventy or eighty strands of light or dark, rigid or soft, strong or gloomy power raging in his body, and he was out of breath for a while!

The ring on his finger, which was still shining just now, dimmed instantly after the shield was broken.

Chang Wei sighed: "A little ability!" ”

Of course, Chang Wei didn't use all his strength. Only with the Xuanwu Fist Sutra's method of luck, a blow that was only comparable to the full force of the Nine Flesh Bodies of the Body Casting Realm.

No mana, no supernatural powers, no stimulation of acupuncture.

However, with the subtlety of his use of strength, the ninefold physical power of the Casting Body Realm could instantly explode more than ten times the effect. I didn't expect this guy to eat it hard.

It's a character!

Chang Wei took aim at the rings on his ten fingers.

"Bring it to you!"

He flipped his palm, his five fingers were like hooks, and he instantly touched the wrist of the pretending to be a prisoner, and took advantage of the situation.

The pretending to be a prisoner was caught by him, and before he could catch his breath, half of his body was instantly paralyzed, and he watched Chang Wei take off the five rings on his hand.

He shouted: "The old man is not finished with you!" ”

Boom!

The light flashed, and a ring on his other hand exploded in an instant, Chang Wei only felt that the hand holding this person was empty, and the person was gone.

Chang Wei flipped his palm and put away the five rings, raised his eyes and looked around, the power of the soul spread, searched the sky and the earth for ten miles, and failed to find the trace of the pretending to be a criminal, and he expected the ring to explode, and he didn't know where to send him, so that he didn't finish the whole work, which was a little regrettable.

He shook his head, looked up at the sky again, and smiled. Picking up a suitcase from a sand dune, he used the power of the earth, and his feet shrank like inches, and suddenly he was far away.

Soon, a pile of yellow sand shook, and a man crawled out. The man looked around in horror and exhaled, then he pulled the sand dune and pulled out a box that was exactly the same as the one Chang Wei had taken. Then he picked it up, found a car that could still drive, and left quickly.

At this time, Chang Wei stood not far away and watched. Mana lingers around his body, like a transparent person.

He looked at the box in his hand, then at the car in the distance, and smiled, this time it was really gone.

Say only one go back, and let one go back. That pretending is not a crime, he is an accident.

"I think you already know."

Chang Wei turned on the liaison and connected the communication: "Send a plane over." ”

In the depths of a desert, in a secret base under the yellow sand, Natasha hung up the communication and said to a hairline man beside her, "Do you go or do I go?" ”

"Let's go." Coulson smiled, "I'm curious about him. But you know him better. ”

Natasha nodded, and immediately boarded a Quint with Coulson, heading straight for the ghost of Christmas, hundreds of miles away.

In the aircraft, Natasha chats with Coulson.

"This Mr. Christmas Ghost is indeed a strong man." He said: "The battle between him and Fu Manchu was deliberately shown to us. ”

Natasha nodded: "Otherwise, he will use his method to block the signal of the liaison, and our satellite will not be able to receive the signal, so we will not be able to capture those images in time." ”