American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Grandmaster Qianhe's stay was very brief. Following Grandmaster Yixiu's advice, after removing the sunshade from the coffin, he took some glutinous rice and bid farewell to Taoist Simu and the others.

Such is the life of a Maoshan Taoist; they come and go in a hurry, either busy subduing demons and eliminating evil, or on the road escorting coffins. Everyone is already used to it.

No one took this matter to heart, except for Qishan, who was quietly preparing.

After living here for about two months, the two old pranksters often teased each other. Under their constant influence, Qishan's understanding of Maoshan techniques gradually deepened.

Qishan never quite understood Grandmaster Yixiu's spells. Although he appeared to be a monk, his core seemed to be no different from Maoshan techniques.

In Qishan's view, Maoshan techniques were simply a decryption of Yin energy.

They were best at dealing with things like gods, ghosts, demons, and foxes, all of which usually appeared with Yin energy.

Maoshan techniques were most adept at manipulating, controlling, and eliminating Yin energy.

The Taoists' internal magic power was just a lever, using some method, using the law to borrow the power of heaven and earth, and then complete their spells.

This root of destruction and binding are two different concepts. The power of the Shinigami all comes from spiritual pressure, and the intensity of spiritual pressure is absolute.

There are almost no means to amplify one's attack by borrowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In just two months, there were too many things to study. With his attention scattered, Qishan only roughly knew about the various items in Maoshan techniques that restrained Yin energy.

For example, glutinous rice, ink lines, and cinnabar.

As for the various runes of Taoism, Qishan could not understand for the time being why this encoding method could open a part of the privilege and obtain power beyond human beings.

It would take a long time to fully understand Maoshan techniques.

As his understanding of Yin energy and the law deepened, Qishan gradually developed an idea.

The power of the Shinigami ultimately comes from oneself. Destruction and binding are just means gathered at will. What is commendable is always the Zanpakuto.

Fortunately, this was not too difficult for Qishan. After so many years of exploration, the power of the soul had basically been released.

The embryo of the Zanpakuto had gradually hatched, but it was no longer the Ryūjin Jakka he had used, but a truly absolute defense belonging to him.

Qishan slowly opened his eyes. The sky outside had already darkened, and the rich spirit particles around him were slowly absorbed into his body.

Looking at the entire plot of the Shinigami, the Zanpakuto does not only belong to the Shinigami. They are just a little older in history and appeared in civilization first.

Therefore, they discovered this clever method.

The Quincy can also turn their power into Zanpakuto and release all their power through the homecoming method.

Not to mention the Quincy, Yhwach is too cheating, his bloodline is simply invincible.

Qishan is now a bit like the first Shinigami to condense a Zanpakuto with his own power. Everything depends on himself.

"It seems that it will still take some time!"

Qishan shook his head. In his perception, most of the power in his soul had gradually merged into a ball of light, but it was too loose, very huge, and completely unable to condense into a solid body.

However, as time goes by, it is still compressing step by step.

Judging from this progress, it will take at least several decades to complete.

If you want to speed up the progress, increasing the concentration of spirit particles seems to be a good way.

Should I go on a killing spree?

Qishan pondered. He didn't have too much resistance to this method, but judging from the benefit ratio, it seemed a bit unequal.

Slaughter is always annoying.

Suddenly a flash of lightning flashed outside, followed by thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

The rain came quickly and urgently, without warning.

Master Yixiu and Taoist Simu were alarmed, and the two walked to the eaves at the same time, looking at the pouring rain, with some worry in their eyes.

"I hope everything is safe!"

Taoist Simu rarely said a word of blessing, but as soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed into the yard in a panic, shouting hysterically: "Help, help!"

Master Yixiu was taken aback and rushed out.

The man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure, his legs softened, and he fell directly to the ground.

The child he had been holding tightly in his hand flew out directly. Master Yixiu hurriedly caught him. Looking down, it was the little prince they had encountered before.

The child had already fainted, his limbs were stiff, his face was pale, and his lips were blue.

When I saw the little prince before, he was wearing a bright red Chinese dress and a hair crown, looking energetic and cute.

At this time, his hair was disheveled and he was on the verge of death.

Seeing the holes in the little prince's shoulders, Master Yixiu was taken aback and ran into the house, kicked open the bedding, and carefully placed him on the pillow.

The effeminate butler finally felt relieved. Remembering the accident he encountered before, he felt sad and cried: "There are zombies, there are zombies!"

Taoist Simu had long felt that something was wrong. Hearing his words, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly ordered: "Lejia, go get the tools! By the way, go call Young Master Qi."

"Oh!" Lejia agreed and turned around and rushed into the house.

He ran into Qishan head-on.

"Young Master Qi, Master is calling you!"

"I heard it!" Qishan nodded and strode out.

He joined Taoist Simu, and the two rushed into Master Yixiu's house in the rain. They happened to see the monk instructing Qingqing to prepare snake medicine.

"...He is now deeply poisoned, and the corpse poison has spread throughout his body. Glutinous rice is no longer useful. We must first find a way to gather the toxins in his body!"

Qingqing agreed and hurried to prepare.

The effeminate man walked in in a mess. Seeing Qishan and the others, he seemed to see a savior, and cried there with tears in his eyes.

Taoist Simu looked impatient: "What are you crying about? What happened?"

"The thing is, after we left the valley, we entered a dense forest. There was only one path in the dense forest, and the ground was full of mud, making it difficult to walk.

We walked for two or three hours before we walked only a few miles. Suddenly we heard a thunder, followed by a storm and lightning.

When I saw that the situation was not good, I immediately ordered to set up camp. Who knew that as soon as we walked in, the zombies suddenly appeared!

I don't know what happened to those Taoists, they couldn't even watch a dead person, and inexplicably let the zombies go crazy. All the soldiers stepped forward to suppress them, but they were killed by the zombies, and the little prince was also injured!

I also seized the opportunity to hug the little prince and ran out with my life!"