"Tungus explosion?" Xu Changqing recalled for a moment, and vaguely remembered that he had seen the news in the newspaper that year. It was just because the place happened abroad and there were not many contents recorded in the newspaper, so he just looked at it curiously and left a little impression in his mind. Unexpectedly, it seemed that there was a mystery in it now.

After thinking about it, Xu Changqing looked at Yakov, who was still young and said, "In this way, you should be in your seventies or eighties now?"

Yakov's face changed slightly, without answering, just nodded. Compared to becoming a lava man, immortality is his biggest secret. Over the years, he has been changing his identity in order to hide this secret. He is very clear that if this secret is spread, his only result will be sent to the operating table or locked in a secret laboratory, and life is worse than death. However, after seeing Xu Changqing's strength, he is very clear that his ability cannot play any role. Instead of being tortured and asked, it is better to say it directly to avoid some flesh and blood.

Xu Changqing was naturally not interested in this ability to live forever, but he was able to judge from the point of immortality that this ability definitely did not originate from Yakov himself.

From the situation of Wang Weiguo and others, it is not difficult for Xu Changqing to see that with the changes in the power of heaven and earth, some mortals in the secular world began to return to their ancestors. After the ancient bloodlines contained in these people were stimulated, they had some strange natural magical powers. However, no matter how strange or powerful the natural magical powers were, their bloodlines were transmitted from, they could not have the ability to live forever, which exceeded the limits of the laws of the world's laws.

Although immortality is not considered a great secret magic in the eyes of countless practitioners, almost every golden elixir immortal can achieve immortality. This is also the most basic ability given to practitioners by internal golden elixirs. However, whether in the past or present, once they cultivate golden elixirs, they are the same as becoming immortals. They are no longer tolerant of this worldly world, and they either die under the heavenly tribulation or ascend to the upper realm. Therefore, the ability of immortality is absolutely not tolerant of the worldly world.

At this time, Xu Changqing suddenly thought of the wound healed on Yakov's body, so he asked again: "Can the wound on your body heal automatically?"

Yakov was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "It can heal automatically all the time."

As he said that, perhaps to prove that he was not lying. He searched on the ground, and with the flames of the surrounding tanks still burning, he found a slightly sharp iron sheet, picked it up and stroked it hard on his arm, and then he saw that the wound was healing quickly and disappeared completely.

"So that's it, it's not immortality." Xu Changqing smiled in his heart when he saw this scene, then confirmed it again, and said, "If I was right, when I became a lava man, this ability to heal automatically would disappear, right?"

"Yes." Yakov had nothing to hide, admits.

After getting the desired answer, Xu Changqing could already determine that Yakov himself has a self-healing ability derived from ancient bloodlines. This self-healing ability can not only heal wounds, but also creates an illusion similar to immortality. In fact, he cannot achieve immortality. His lifespan is the same as that of mortals, but because of this self-healing ability, his lifespan can be fully exerted without affecting it.

As usual, if a mortal does not have any accident, its complete lifespan is at least two cents, but because the mortal will be affected by various external forces during its growth process, the lifespan will gradually decrease. However, the Soviet man in front of him is different. The self-talking ability from bloodline makes it have a complete lifespan and will not age. However, when the lifespan reaches, he will die.

If the ability to heal itself is considered the innate supernatural power of this Soviet man, then the transformation into a lava man is probably the extra ability brought to him by the Tungus explosion.

After figuring out the real situation of the person in front of him, Xu Changqing was no longer interested in this foreigner who stimulated blood power like Wang Weiguo and others. Instead, he was more interested in the Tungus explosion that gave this person extra power. He even had a vague feeling that he might be able to find clues related to the black stone in his sleeve there.

Xu Changqing thought about it for a moment and thought in his heart whether he should continue to go west or turn the direction. After a while, he made a decision and said in a deep voice to Yakov: "I want to go to the place where the Tungus explosion is, and I need a guide. Since you are here, just..."

Yakov seemed to have a natural fear of the place Xu Changqing said, and he looked panicked and said quickly: "The place where the Tungus explosion has long been blocked. We can't get in, there..."

Xu Changqing raised his hand to interrupt his next words and said without any doubt: "It is my business to make progress. You just need to be a good guide."

Yakov couldn't help but shivered. Although Xu Changqing had said before that he would not attack him again, he was not sure whether he would anger Xu Changqing as a guide and would renege. After all, he had seen too many things in the Soviet Union that made promises and immediately reneged. So he could only nod in frustration and said, "You have the final say."

Xu Changqing had no intention of whether the other party was forced or voluntary. He could only achieve his goal. He turned around and prepared to release the snake-climbing puppet, but suddenly stopped moving again, turned his head and looked at the hanging motorcycle beside him. Suddenly, he felt a little interested in his heart and asked Yakov: "Do you know how to use this thing?"

"I know." Yakov walked to the motorcycle, moved the body of the Soviet soldiers who had just been killed, threw it aside, and then sat on it to start the motorcycle and drove around. Although he wanted to continue the motorcycle's speed, his instinct told him not to do this, and this instinct had saved him many times. In the end, he followed his instinct and honestly stopped the motorcycle in front of Xu Changqing after driving for a lap.

"Very good thing!" Xu Changqing signaled Yakov to go into the next pocket, and sat in the driver's seat, started the motorcycle according to the operation method I just saw, and drove to the depths of the desert.

Yakov sat in his pocket, his body pounding with the motorcycle. When he was driving away, he couldn't help but look at the messy wreckage behind him. Although this small army of more than a dozen tanks only occupied a small part of the Soviet garrison in Mongolia, the people in this army were not ordinary, including at least ten high-ranking officials and KGB people. All of these people died here, which would probably cause a lot of shock to the top leaders, and he, a living person, would probably have a hard time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to think about the future escape, and he couldn't help but look at Xu Changqing next to him. Although Xu Changqing was the culprit that caused him to escape, the best choice for him now is to follow this Chinese with extremely powerful abilities, and perhaps escape the pursuit of the Soviet Union.

About eight or nine hours after Xu Changqing and the two left the small battlefield, a convoy quickly drove towards this side and soon arrived in front of the pile of wreckage. More than a dozen people with serious expressions like ice and windbreakers jumped out of the convoy. They were well-trained. After getting off the car, they walked to the side of the wreckage. Four or five people took their cameras to take pictures of each place and checked each place. Others lowered their heads and carefully searched for things inside and outside the wreckage. Some people cleared the bodies out of the wreckage and placed them on the open space aside.

When these people were busy, an old man in a black suit, a top hat and a cane looked particularly eye-catching. After getting off the car, he did nothing, but just stood there and looked at everything in front of him, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

At this time, a man responsible for cleaning up the body walked up to the old man, holding a document soaked in the rain in his hand, and said nervously: "Kukochi..."

"But just a fool died. Relying on Povich's power, he came here to act like a fool. It's better to die. In a short while, Povich will also accompany him." The old man took the document, opened it and looked at the clear document photo. He sneered disdainfully, and threw the document on the ground casually, then asked again: "Have you been hurt and have the casualties?"

"It has been counted out, and one person is missing." The subordinate said in a deep voice: "Yakov..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man's fierce sight was blocked in his throat. Their main target was this Yakov. As for the others, it was just by the way. Now the goal has disappeared. This mission is equivalent to failure. For them, the price of failure is very heavy and not something they can bear.

Resisting the pressure on his body, the subordinate speculated: "Will the news leak be that he knew in advance and took this opportunity to escape?"

"Leaked news? Who?" The old man looked at the subordinate, looked at the others around him, and said, "Besides the director, only I know the list. You are also on the way here to know the person we are looking for. If you talk about spies, it is only among you."

The subordinate didn't expect that he would raise a stone and hit him in the foot, and his face suddenly turned pale and colorless.

The old man reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "Don't be nervous, you have no problem." He followed him with a cane and walked to the wreckage of a tank that had melted most of the time, and asked, "How are you doing? Have you found anything useful?"

"They seemed to be killing each other. The wounds on the tank were caused by their own shells," another subordinate immediately responded, and pointed to the wreckage of the two tanks that were stacked together, saying: "There are only those two different ones. One should be hit by a very strong energy, causing an explosion, and then the explosive force threw it into the air and landed on the other tank, causing damage."
Chapter completed!