"That degree of power is not what I want!"


    After thinking for a long time, Zhang Han said coldly, "moreover, even if you have the completion technique, what can you do? You still can''t restore the power of death!"


    Feeling the depression in Zhang Han''s heart, he hated to frown and didn''t comfort him. Instead, he said sarcastically, "no matter how weak the power of finishing the art is, it''s always 10000 times stronger than lying here complaining!"


    Zhang Han looked stunned, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "You''re right. Anyway, I want to get back the power of death!"


    "Then, let''s start from the end of the manifestation!"


    Speaking of this, Zhang Han was suddenly stunned.


    There must be a carrier after practicing the present technique. This carrier must also be something you love deeply, preferably jewelry you have been wearing all the time.


    For example, Inoue Zhiji''s hairpin, Yincheng Kongo''s necklace


    They have been following the God of death for a long time. They will record the master''s battle memory in it. As long as they lead it out, they can initially obtain the power to complete the manifestation.


    However, Zhang Han has never been in the habit of wearing accessories... This is embarrassing!


    It seems that I feel the idea of the Buddha and hate to spread out my palm. An iron badge engraved with wood leaf marks lies quietly in the palm of my hand.


    "This is what you fell on the battlefield when you were fighting. I helped you pick it up." the disgust opened. "When I first saw you release the moon, I realized its purpose."


    After the words, he hated putting the wooden leaf badge in Zhang Han''s palm.


    A smile appeared on Zhang Han''s face, "yes! This badge has been following me from the fire shadow world. It should be used as a carrier to complete the present art! However, my hand doesn''t even have any consciousness, let alone practice!"


    Hearing Zhang Han''s words, he couldn''t help grinning. "Have you forgotten the role of spiritual separation?"


    Zhang Han suddenly reacted, right! At the beginning, he created the art of spiritual separation, which was used for cultivation!


    Now, your body can''t practice, but hatred can! After he has finished practicing the art of manifestation, he will make the spirit separate and return to the noumenon, and the memory of cultivation will follow him together.


    Zhang Han hesitated, shook his head and said, "but in this case, if I can''t restore the power of death, I can''t separate myself."


    Without the power of death, hating the spiritual separation in the body becomes a one-off. If you return to the noumenon, the puppet will completely lose its function.


    In Zhang Han''s current state, any cat or dog can kill him. Without the protection of hatred, it will be very dangerous!


    After thinking for a long time, Zhang Han sighed, "you''d better wait until your body recovers, and then start practicing the present art!"


    Time flashed by. In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Han and hate had been in the safe house for more than half a month, and their body gradually recovered.


    The Avengers stationed in London could not find the trace of Zhang Han, so they dispersed respectively, and hill returned to the Divine Shield bureau to report on their work.


    For hill, Zhang Han felt a little sorry. At first, she just had an idea and hypnotized her. I didn''t expect it to evolve into what it is now.


    "Now, my relationship with her is not like a lover or a friend. Anyway, well, that''s it!" Zhang Han muttered, then stood up and walked outside the door.


    In a remote forest in the suburbs, Zhang Han stood opposite hate.


    I saw that the wind was light and the clouds were light on the disgusting face, and Zhang Han supported his waist with one hand, his chest fluctuated and gasped in a hurry.


    "It''s been two days, but I still can''t find a clue!"


    Zhang Han lowered his head and looked at the wooden leaf badge in the palm of his hand. A trace of impatience flashed on his face.


    These two days, Zhang Han spent most of his time fighting against hatred, trying to draw out the power of manifestation. However, the iron badge in his hand didn''t move.


    After thinking for a while, he said, "you should think about what you are doing today."


    "Revenge?" Zhang Han asked himself and replied, "no!"


    Hatred is the spiritual separation of Zhang Han, who has all the consciousness of this Buddha. Equivalent to another Zhang Han, no one knows himself better than himself!


    "From the moment you were possessed by everything, you have embarked on the road of fighting! Even without blue dye, I believe you will choose this road!"


    "Surpass in battle, sublimate in battle and gain glory in battle!"


    "That''s what you expect!"


    Zhang Han was stunned and stared at the wooden leaf badge in his hand. All the battles along the way flashed in his mind


    Fight with tailrace, Onoki, superhero... Until recently, fight with Odin. Every battle will make one''s blood surging and the sense of war flourish.


    "Yes! Fighting is what I want!" Zhang Han shouted low.


    For a moment, bursts of dazzling red light burst out from the fingers, like blood, turning into spiritual collaterals, winding around Zhang Han''s right arm, and then covering his whole body.


    "This is... The power of finishing the art!"


    Zhang Han spread out his right palm and felt the spiritual pressure pouring into his body. A happy smile appeared on his face.


    Before long, the wooden leaf badge disappeared and turned into a dark red dress wrapped around Zhang Han. The upper part of the body is like a slim jacket with a standing collar, with a long hem below, and the badge appears on the left chest.


    "How do you feel?" asked disgust.


    Zhang Han frowned, slightly felt his physical state, and replied, "strength, speed, defense and recovery have been improved..."


    "What else? It''s impossible to have only this power to realize the art?"


    Zhang Han raised his right hand slightly and spread out his palm. Several spiritual powers flowed into his palm along his arm and turned into a knife.


    Embarrassed, "it seems that that''s all!"


    "Impossible!" disgust shook his head and said, "all the techniques have their own unique abilities. Maybe you haven''t fully explored it!"


    "Let''s start!"


    Zhang Han grasped the knife in his hand and rushed up. Only fighting is the best way to realize your potential! The two fought together again.


    Zhang Han''s physical strength is much stronger than that of the little spider, which is roughly the same as that of the dead woman of the heavenly puppet. In addition, the increase of the completion technique is equivalent to the hate war in the ordinary state.


    Bang, bang, Bang


    The two fought fast, and the woods were full of traces of damage caused by the aftermath of the battle.


    I don''t know how long later, hatred suddenly blinked, appeared behind Zhang Han, and hit his back heart with a fist.


    Zhang Han has no ability to teleport this abnormal space transfer, but he has been fighting for a long time. His fighting intuition is extremely powerful. At the moment when his hatred disappears, he is aware of the crisis behind him.


    Turn around and cut horizontally with a knife.