Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 46 You have mastered the meditation method

The remaining three people had their faces spattered with blood.

The Scarecrow also began to tremble. The habit he had developed over many years of 'playing games' with Batman made him not very accustomed to the ruthlessness of beheading his head at the slightest disagreement.

Even he himself is not actually fond of killing people, it's just that the experimental materials cannot withstand his nerve gas.

Poison Ivy sighed and shook her head. The smell of human blood made her a little nauseous.

The clown laughed loudly, and even stretched out his tongue to lick the blood splashed at the corner of his mouth. He only stopped suddenly when the blood crystal sword was placed on his neck.

"I swear I didn't do anything to you, that awesome guy with the same face as you."

He still wants to play games with Batman. It would be a shame to die here.

And the clown had an inexplicable feeling that the clown laughing gas he was researching might not have any effect on the red light warrior in front of him.

Although he didn't understand why, his intuition told him so.

Terry turned around, and the blood crystal sword that fell to the ground was stuck for a moment, and then appeared in his hand again.

"Ugh--"

The Scarecrow was anxious again. He had already seen the blood from the clown's neck. If this guy scratched the clown with a sharp knife, would he be next?

Terry was very sincere: "I can't tell whether you have the ability to lie, but you seem to be the only guy who can destroy others through mental means out of fun even if they don't know each other."

"Put down your sword! No one has ever attacked you!"

The clown looked back at the scarecrow.

Poison Ivy rolled her eyes at the Joker. This was the only human word she had ever heard since she met him.

"How come someone from the Red Lantern Corps appears in Sector 2814? Does Atrocitus want to provoke a war between the two legions?!"

A flash of green light lit up in the sky, and a furious roar came from afar.

"Forehead……"

Poison Ivy nodded: "Of course you are."

Terry restrained his strength, because the identity of the person who said this sentence was very credible.

The Joker was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Poison Ivy: "Am I this kind of person?"

Two bat marks flew out from the darkness, hitting Terry's sword body and wrist one after the other. They hit the weak point of the grip, and the blood crystal sword was knocked off his hand. out.

The Joker began to analyze calmly: "In other words, when you still don't know who to take revenge on, the priority of the three of us starts with me, followed by Jonathan (Scarecrow) and Ivy (Poison Ivy)?"

The clown sighed in a tone full of loneliness: "Is it time for the hero to arrive?"

Terry raised his sword and aimed at the clown's neck: "The mess is over. I'm sorry if I killed the wrong one."

The latter gave him a bitter smile that looked like a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist.

"Why am I in front of Ivy!"

The clown said matter-of-factly, and then gestured in the direction of Poison Ivy with his lips: "And Ivy is a good baby who likes to raise plants, so her possibility is of course the lowest."

"You're going to kill people who have nothing to do with you just for the sake of doing experiments."

His own anger has been extinguished by the suspicion, and only the fury buff brought by the red lantern ring's passive is still in effect.

"If your darts back then were as fast and accurate as they are today, Terry Pickles' life would be at least one level less miserable."

Batman was stunned for a moment. He looked at the face that looked exactly like Terry Pickles in disbelief, and his hoarse voice was a little stiff.

"Who are you? What happened to Terry Pickles?"

The Joker's eyes widened behind him. His eyes quickly moved back and forth between Batman and Terry, and then he showed an expression as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

"he died."

Terry showed a painful expression, and then his anger surged again under the influence of the red light ring: "Batman, you must also bear your share of this hatred!"

But the next second, the other half of Terry's face twitched: "Wait a minute, I'm not dead yet, please calm down." "What?!"

Black consciousness appeared in his mind as if out of thin air.

Bai felt like he was down for a moment.

Time goes back to the moment when Terry Lee installed the Blessing Nebula Dewdrop.

Hei, who also had the Core of Madness and Darkness installed in the accessories column, was instantly slapped on the barrier by a huge force. In order to prevent himself from being crushed by the repulsive force, he had to drill backwards through the gap into Bai's spirit. in the world.

Then Hei's whole body was irradiated with soft white light and he was almost blown away by the pleasure.

If I had to make an analogy, it would be like lying on a soft velvet quilt and taking a few deep breaths of DM after working hard for three days day and night.

"Did Bai always stay in such a warm and comfortable spiritual space? I'm so envious!"

"No, the recovery of mental power is too slow. If I wait any longer, I might open my eyes and see Superman's fist when I go back."

Hei reluctantly closed his eyes in the white light.

In reality, Danny Rand, who was strictly guarding Terry, was frightened by the evil energy that suddenly burst out from Terry and took three steps back.

The weight of this evil energy has exceeded the level that he can expel.

Looking at Terry who stood up nervously, Danny's fist subconsciously lit up with a golden light.

"The anger on you is wrong, aren't you Terry Lee?"

Danny put on an offensive stance. Once he confirmed that the opponent's sanity had been swallowed up by evil energy, he would immediately attack.

Hei Wensheng glanced at Danny, and his brain began to quickly search for conditions.

New York, gas users, blond hair.

Iron Fist, Kunlun, Qi.

"Are you Danny Rand?"

Danny breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his fist.

"You should have a way to strengthen your mental power, right? Give it to me quickly! Terry Lee is in danger now!"

Danny was confused.

"Huh? Oh, yes."

Then Black saw how exaggerated Bai's so-called strong luck was.

Danny relaxed his posture uncomfortably. Although he didn't understand what happened to the other party, his promise to teach Zen meditation was part of his promise. From the tattered clothes that didn't look like he could put anything down, he took out a This thin booklet.

"I didn't bring anything else with me, but I just happened to put the meditation method on me today on a whim. However, although this is not a secret that is not taught, it will be impossible to learn it for a while..."

"Borrow it!"

Black Cleaver snatched the meditation method and raised it high. The booklet dropped the frame for an instant, and then was thrown back.

Danny just picked up the pamphlet with a confused look on his face and watched the other party sit down on Terry Lee's body.

The evil energy that was still full before began to gather rapidly, and soon a peaceful and peaceful aura spread from Terry's body.

Danny looked at his fist and began to doubt life.

Perhaps the methods of the Orientals were originally designed for Orientals to learn?
  "You have mastered the Zen method."

Black just sat cross-legged in Bai's spiritual world, and began to quickly recover his mental power through the newly learned method. When he felt that he was almost recovered, he removed the core of darkness, passed through the barrier gap again, and opened his eyes in his own world.

Fortunately, the fuss hasn't reached the level of Superman yet.

Hey, why am I so angry, as angry as if I am dead?
  "I'm not dead yet!"

Bang!
  A fist of green light as big as a mountain knocked Terry away, smashed the wall of the special care unit of Arkham Asylum, and turned into a red meteor parabola that fell on the streets of Gotham, like a ping pong ball. It bounced a few times on the road.

(End of this chapter)