The Saint Seiya Who Shines in Marvel

The appearance of Regulus not only refreshed Le Xia's knowledge of the Saint Clothes Box, but also made him recognize the fact that his IQ is scumbag.

Regulus had learned the tricks at a glance when he was a child, but he couldn't even understand it.

Well, the score against the most talented Saint Seiya in history was originally a low IQ performance.

However, this incident did make Le Xia re-acquainted with the Saint Garment Box. It seemed that this Saint Garment Box was not just a time box for storing images and holy clothes, but a way to communicate with the Saint Seiya.

It may even be a channel connecting with the world of Saint Seiya.

Through the Saint Suitcase, Lexia can interact with the Saints, but the way the interaction is opened is uncertain, and the time is a bit short.

So the question is how to open it.

During the battle with the Mandarin, Le Xia didn't see the change caused by the drip of his blood on the holy chest.

However, after seeing so many drops of blood, acknowledging the Lord, opening the ring, opening the treasure, opening the grandfather, even if he is not sure how useful, he will try.

Reaching out and piercing the index finger with the universe, Le Xia squeezed a few drops of blood onto the holy suitcase, and then focused on the changes in the holy suitcase.

After the blood dripped on the holy clothes box, it was like a water droplet dripping on a sponge, and it penetrated in an instant, leaving no trace on the surface of the box.

Le Xia's eyes widened, "Sure enough, this is the correct way to open it! Damn, the ancients don't deceive me!"

After staring at the Saint Clothes Box for five minutes, the Saint Clothes Box was still the quaint Saint Clothes Box, without any changes.

"Is there not enough drops?"

Le Xia gritted her teeth and cut all five fingers, a drop of blood dripped, smashing blood flowers on the Saint Clothes Box.

Then, there is no more.

Ten minutes later, just when Le Xia thought that this road would not work, there seemed to be a universe in the Saint Garment box that suddenly jumped.

It's a little bit, but Le Xia believes in her own feelings.

The universe has a keen sense of the universe, and there is no such thing as an illusion.

"Sure enough, there are not enough drops, well, you are forcing me!"

Le Xia hated her, stood beside the Saint Clothes Box, and cut the veins of her wrist directly.

Wasn't there a shot of cutting the wrist and repairing the saint clothing? In order to repair the saint clothing of the sagittarius and the dragon, Zilong almost drained his blood.

Before the beginning of the Sea King, the golden saints also cut their wrists and used their own blood to repair the severely damaged saint clothing for the semi-finals, and gave their bronze saint clothing the potential to become H.

Therefore, when Le Xia stroked her wrist, she didn't have any psychological burden. This pain was nothing in the wind and rain, and there was no precedent for the Saint Seiya to die because of wrist bleeding.

I certainly won't be the first.

As the wrist was cut open, the blood immediately flowed up to the holy suitcase like a stream, and soon the cover of the holy suitcase was dyed red.

The Saint Suitcase was like a resentful woman who had been hungry for a long time, greedily swallowing all the blood in, without even belching a single hiccup.

Ten minutes later, Le Xia's body began to tremble, and she had to take out the Holy Cloth Cup to help her recover.

Twenty minutes later, Le Xia felt that the whole world was beginning to flutter. Even with the Saint Seiya's physique and the help of the Holy Cloth, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Thirty minutes later, Le Xia decisively sealed the blood vessel in his wrist with the universe, and he really died after the blood flowed down.

Le Xia's mood was irritable, but she didn't have the strength to get angry at all.

"Your grandfather, after drinking so much blood from Lao Tzu, you really reacted a little. Even if you squeak, you can even fart. You are a dead salted fish. If you let others see it, you can't think it. I’ve gotten too much and I've collapsed! I have such a good appetite that I can get rid of myself against a whiteboard box!"

The Saint Clothes Box still didn't respond, and there was not even a trace of blood on the lid.

‘Ma Dan, wouldn’t it really be my illusion just now? It’s so unreasonable! How do you feel like a fool. ’

Le Xia climbed onto the holy suitcase, sat down on it, closed his eyes and began to transport the universe to restore himself.

The night gradually deepened, and the stars in the sky began to flicker.

As the universe burned, Le Xia's body was slowly recovering, and her consciousness completely sank into her body.

What Le Xia didn't see was that in front of him, I don't know when, a tall man with long lake-blue hair suddenly appeared.

This person has dark skin and a tall body of about 1.9 meters. He is also strong and well-proportioned, which makes people look comfortable and feel safe.

The most noticeable thing is his hair. Long bangs cover most of his face. The long hair that grows to the knees behind him is windless, and slowly flutters in the air.

Seeing Le Xia entering Ding, the corners of this person's exposed mouth slowly turned up, and his lips lifted slightly, revealing two vampire-like fangs.

Then this person stretched out his right index finger and tapped on Le Xia's brow.

Le Xia halted for a while, and then shivered violently, and the cold sweat instantly covered her whole body.

Le Xia was originally like a prodigal dog, licking the wound on the holy suitcase to recover herself. The recovery process was relatively smooth. Although the lost blood could not be made up immediately, the power of the prince could be greatly improved. To speed up this process.

He was recovering from his injury, and suddenly an upside-down change occurred in the consciousness space.

I don't know where countless magma gushes out, filling the entire space completely.

But Le Xia's consciousness became a real entity, surrounded by magma.

Although the temperature of the magma exceeded a thousand degrees, Le Xia didn't panic at first.

His Suzaku's back pattern itself is a fire attribute, and the temperature of natural fire is not lower than that of magma. Natural fire protects him from being hurt by magma.

In addition, the cold air of the prince can also help him withstand the high temperature, so he should be as stable as an old dog.

But when the magma rushed to his body, he discovered that the Suzaku's back pattern had disappeared, and there was no way to produce natural fire.

Although the universe can still be used, the cold air of the Megathrone can't make it out.

He seemed to be abandoned by fire and ice at the same time.

In just a moment, he felt the skin was scorched, the muscles were burned, and even the bones were about to be melted by the high temperature.

106、Dark Chocolate

Enduring the unbearable pain, Le Xia jumped up from the magma. Fortunately, it was just that the attributes of ice and fire could not be used, and it was not that the universe had completely disappeared.

Otherwise, he might be buried in the magma.

"Who will tell me what the situation is?"

With her body rising in the air, Le Xia looked at the lava that could not be seen at the edge, feeling as if she had just been passed by a dog.

The surrounding space was terrifying. Looking around, there was red and whitish hot lava everywhere, and there was no place to settle down.