Zombie Daoist in Marvel

The vampires didn't know what Han Qi was going to do. They only knew that after Han Qi messed with them a few times, they couldn't move.

For a moment, these vampires were terrified by something that had never happened before.

Then Han Qi buried them in the corpse raising ground.

"This is my first time using a vampire to refine zombies. I don't know if there will be any changes."

Han Qi muttered, but was looking forward to it, and then he started his daily homework.

Even though he has reached the eighth level of the corpse-suppressing mental technique, Han Qi has never given up on his daily practice. It would be better to say that he has become more diligent after coming to the Marvel world.

There is no upper limit to the corpse-suppressing mental method. Every time you break through one level, your magic power will increase. If you have the ability, you can practice it to a hundred levels.

However, this time, Han Qi entered samadhi as soon as he started practicing.

He vaguely seemed to see his ancestor and a group of ancestors surrounding him.

I saw their figures moving slowly, performing a set of boxing skills, but suddenly they changed their appearance, wearing Taoist robes, dancing wooden swords in their hands, and muttering words.

Then Han Qi sat motionless on the ground for ten days and ten nights.

A little spark came out of his body, and an inexplicable light mask emerged from his body, covering everything around him, including him. However, after a while, the corpse-suppressing method came from the eighth heaven. Directly promoted to the ninth level, the mana in the body has also changed several times, divided into two, and two into three, and the capacity is infinitely greater.

Golden veins were looming on Han Qi's body, but they seemed to have instructions. At the same time, they all swam towards Han Qi's head, like a huge thunder flashing from the sky, and there was a loud bang, like an enlightenment. Suddenly waking up, the soul that had swam into the underworld was forcefully pulled back into the body and became one with the body.

Han Qi gathered a trace of true energy into his hand, opened his eyes wide, and with a bang, a spark floated up, floating a few inches above Han Qi's palm.

Pushing it out with both hands, a ball of crazy flames shot out of the air, like a snowball, and instantly grew to a size of one foot.

A big hole was instantly created in the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Han Qi gently clasped his hands together, and a layer of flames burst out from every pore in his body, like a god stepping on the flying fire Ryukyu in the sky, looking extremely solemn.

Han Qi closed his eyes and continued to activate the magic power in his body. The flames on his body continued continuously, and slowly turned into a giant god holding a hammer in his left hand and an ax in his right hand. He was wearing thousands of pieces of golden armor, but soon , it seems that there is not enough mana, and the god-man formed by the flames dissipates.

The mana in the body turned into substance, and gorgeous flames covered the body, forming a special Taoist robe. He put his hands together and pulled gently, and a wooden sword-style fire sword appeared out of thin air.

"Were the emotional ancestors so majestic back then?"

Han Qi looked at the Taoist robe on his body and the flaming sword in his hand. He couldn't summon the eighth level corpse-suppressing mind technique, so he had to use the ninth level.

The fire sword made of real fire in his hand is already much more powerful than most magical weapons, and the Taoist robe on his body is made of real fire, making it difficult for monsters and monsters to get close to him.

His eyes suddenly condensed. He took a pen and drew a figure on the ground. Then he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The force was just right. The blood was scattered on the outline. After Han Qi took two steps back, He shouted softly.

"shape!"

The air above the figure fluctuated a little.

"Gather!"

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared on the ground.

"rise!"

A thing that looked like a funeral paper figure stood up from the ground.His face was completely white, with two dots of cherry red on his cheeks, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were staring blankly in one direction.There are also two braids on the head.

"beat!"

The paper man staggered up to the wall and punched it. The wall was fine, but his body was broken first.

Then it turned into a pool of blood and condensed on the ground.

"The corpse-suppressing mental method has reached the ninth level, and it has been passed down by the ancestor."

Han Qi is now more interested in this method of "drawing people" and plans to master it as soon as possible.

Over the next month, the puppets drawn by Han Qi became more and more powerful, from being soft and soft at the beginning to now being able to punch a small hole in the wall with one punch.

He suspected that the trick he had learned inexplicably was to summon things from the underworld. The eight puppets he summoned at one time were all little people that looked like paper, some were male and some were female.As long as his memory was correct, this was clearly something that was burned down to the underworld for the next generation when a person died.

If I guessed correctly, then it is very likely that I can summon more powerful creatures to come up. If I summon things like bull heads and horse faces, black and white, and impermanence, is it equivalent to an immortal?

Hey...if you give the Ten Palaces of Hell to...

Han Qi had some understanding of his own abilities. From the first paper man he summoned, Han Qi discovered that he summoned people directly from Huangquan Road.Because these paper figures have really entered the underworld, and there is only one way waiting for them.

die!Refined to death by real fire!

After all, among the dead, except for those who have great merits and great supernatural powers, others are measured according to their deeds during their lifetime, and then sent to the eighteenth level of hell. After a hundred years of suffering, they can live safely in the underworld.The role of these paper figures buried with them was naturally only to take care of their masters on the Huangquan Road for a period of time.

"So is it actually a spiritual summons?"

Han Qi pondered.

It’s hard to imagine that the ancestors of the past were all divine beings who could reach heaven and earth.

Han Qi knew about the transformation of the golden-armored god into a real fire, but he felt that he didn't have all the magic power to form the golden-armored god, and it was probably the tenth level.

Of course, in addition, he also received many benefits.

The ancestors updated the zombie guide, and also updated the talismans. By the way, they helped Han Qi wash off the talisman tattoos all over his body... Han Qi said he couldn't accept it!

This is the innovation of his generation of zombie priests. In the past, zombie priests always carried a bunch of talismans on their bodies. Han Qi found it troublesome, so he came up with this innovative invention.

But it seems that the ancestors did not approve of this invention.

In other words, he felt that this would insult the reputation of the zombie priest.

During this period of time, Han Qi had been immersed in his own cultivation and had forgotten to look at the situation of those vampires.

Now that the digestion was finished, Han Qi went to see how the vampires were doing.

The yin energy in the corpse raising ground has become much stronger. Han Qi did not expect such a change. Generally speaking, corpse raising grounds, especially corpse raising grounds of this level, cannot have much change. Otherwise, how could it be called a stable and top-grade corpse raising ground?

It’s because there is a Yin vein underneath it!