Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin didn't care about the ghosts jumping around in front of him, and wanted to figure out what was resonating with his soul.

He half-closed his eyes, but the ghosts had no intention of waiting.

These ghosts who were supposed to go to the world of death were forced to stay in the world of the living. They could not be accommodated by the world, so they were prone to madness.

According to Huaxia, this is "unfulfilled wishes before death", and only by fulfilling this wish can one move towards peace.

In more popular terms, this is "finding a scapegoat"!

But these ghosts have no wisdom, or more accurately, no wisdom of the living. They only saw the strong aura of the living coming out of Martin, and they thought of killing this living person.

The ghost with a big brain raised his hand and grabbed everything in the room with telekinesis, and gently pushed it, and it was thrown at Martin with force.

The hanged ghost threw out the long tongue in his mouth, forming something like a noose in the void, and put it around Martin's neck.

The ghost, whose hair was so long that it covered the whole body, shuttled through the reflective surface, and uttered a ghostly voice, which turned into some kind of curse and flew towards Martin's soul.

These attacks were coming in an instant, and the ghosts showed some kind of regular power, wanting to use Martin as something to die for them.

Martin had no reaction, he didn't even look at it, just concentrated on pulling out the things that resonated with him.

As he concentrated on his strength, a rotating halo appeared behind his head, and endless yellow air flowed out of the ring, turning into drifting clouds, outlining the body of a Taoist.

Snap!

A simple wooden stick was stretched out first, directly against the tongue lasso falling on Martin's head.

The stick holder stirred it hard and pulled the hanged ghost over, and then the yellow air flowed, and a middle-aged Taoist in a yellow robe came out and punched.

Bang!

With one punch, the hanged ghost's head exploded directly.

The ghost's invisible body was difficult to kill, but the Taoist just stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the yellow air flowed, turning into swords and spears, directly piercing the ghost's body and nailing it to the ground.

Then, the middle-aged Taoist shouted: "Kill!"

The various weapons that nailed the ghost exploded directly, and the ghost was directly blown into nothing, and there was no chance of reincarnation.

"Oh my god, Lao Zhang!"

Martin looked at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, and his eyes almost popped out.

The Taoist held a wooden stick in his right hand, and there were several tumors naturally grown on it, not big or small, like artificial links, a total of nine.

His skin was sallow, like an old farmer exposed to the wind and sun, with deep wrinkles on his face, like gullies.

But his eyes were bright, and he was covered with a yellow robe and tied his hair with a wooden hairpin. He did not give people a sense of immortality, but more like a strict father, a king.

And the fact is indeed so.

Because this middle-aged Taoist is the Great Sage and General of Heaven - Zhang Jue!

He is not himself, not even a soul, but a wish, a wandering soul, who was inspired by Martin's special physique today and came here to help.

Martin's physique today is similar to the spirit-hosting people in Zhenhun Street.

It's just that his situation is special. He can't use blood as an anchor to summon those dead souls, so he pulled people or images familiar to him in history.

"After many years, Brother Ma is still in his prime, and I have turned into a clay statue!"

Zhang Jue turned his head to look at Martin, and smiled and talked to his old friend.

At this moment, Zhang Jue has no flesh and blood, no three souls and six spirits, only a wish, relying on the Huangtian Qi and Martin's support to maintain his body.

Compared with his strength before his death, it can be said that it is only one in a hundred.

But the Taiping Dao was originally founded by rebels, and its doctrines were filled with barbaric violence. Not only did it directly replace the Lord of Heaven with Zhonghuang Taiyi, it also created a Taoist system.

This is more direct and violent than the Tianshi Dao's use of the Six Cave Ghost Kings to refer to the Six Emperors of Confucianism.

Therefore, the "Taoists" of the Taiping Dao all wore helmets and armor, wore battle robes, held axes, valued bravery, and called themselves generals, Sima, and lieutenants.

Zhang Jue was both a great and virtuous teacher and a general of heaven. Even if his strength was only one-hundredth of his, it would be effortless for him to kill a few little ghosts.

While they were talking, the sound of the long-haired ghost's curse came to Martin. Zhang Jue turned his head suddenly, his black and white beard shook, and the yellow air flow directly wiped out the existence of the sound, and the curse disappeared together.

"How dare you, a mere ghost, to act rashly? Get out of here!"

Zhang Jue shouted loudly. Although his body size did not change, his entire body seemed to have grown several feet taller. Rumbling shouts came from the yellow air, as if a decree from the gods.

The long-haired ghost did not even have room to resist. Being hit by the shouts, he was cut into pieces as if by a thousand knives, and turned directly into ashes.

"Let me take the last one!"

Martin grabbed under the table and took out a black gun.

It looked like a rifle, but both the barrel and the gun body had been specially modified and enlarged a bit. With a bayonet installed, it could even be used as a spear.

The gun body was engraved with five thunder symbols and wind and fire symbols, which were connected by a great magic spell, turning this gun into a weapon to kill demons and exterminate ghosts.

"What all demons fear most is thunder and fire from the sky!"

Before the appearance of firearms, if you wanted to subdue demons and enchant demons, you could only summon thunder and kill enemies by opening an altar and shaking people to the heavenly court.

But with the advent of firearms, everything became simpler.

Once a magic weapon is formed, it no longer needs to be performed. Just chant the spell and do it.

This is especially true for Martin, who likes to use Beidi Fa.

There is no profound thought in the Taoist sects that is worthy of his belief. He uses Beidi Fa just because it is powerful.

"The Seven Elements of the Big Dipper, the spirits rule the sky;"

"The Great Sage Tiangang, the majesty is endless!"

Martin chanted the spell, the magic power flowed, and directly lit up the talisman on the gun.

The Great Sage Tiangang is a general under the seat of Marshal Tianpeng of the North Pole. In the Ming Dynasty, this god general was blessed with the priesthood of firearms. Since then, his spell has the effect of blessing firearms.

"The gun is the best weapon in the military, and there is nothing better than it, and there is nothing more magical than it! The gun has the advantage of breaking through the strong and the sharp, and the function of stopping the rush and stopping the sudden attack. Since ancient times, the so-called five weapons have all been far inferior to it, so the weapon is divine, which is why it is respected!

The yin and yang of heaven and earth are magical objects, and gunpowder is a masterpiece of alchemy. Firearms can kill people and destroy countries, subdue demons and kill ghosts. It is the most yang, the most rigid, the most powerful, and the most fierce divine weapon."

Martin used the Beidi Lei Fa, and the circle formed by the Huangtian Qi was on his head. Countless voices of "good luck to the world" rushed out of the circle and fell on the former General Martin of the Taiping Dao, doubling the power of the firearm.

Boom!

Martin pulled the trigger, and the sound of the shot was like thunder, and the fire was as bright as day. The yang energy was strong and the yin energy disappeared.

The ghost with a blood hole on his head was originally haunted by Yin Qi, and because of the way he died, he had the ability to control objects. He blocked everything around him in front of him and used it as a shield.

But the bullet engraved with the spell was pushed by the explosive gas produced by the burning gunpowder, and with the blessing of the Tiangang spell and the Huangtian Qi, it directly tore the debris blocking the Yin ghost into pieces.

No mistakes, one sentence, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The originally invisible ghost body was hit by this shot, and was spun and flew out by the bullet. A big hole was pierced through the abdomen, and the door of Martin's house was smashed at the same time, and the entire porch was torn into pieces.

The flames were blazing, the black smoke was billowing, and the bullet was deeply nailed into the asphalt road surface of the road. I disappeared, and I didn't know how deep I went into the ground. Only thick gunpowder smoke and blazing fire thunder were erupting outward.

After the evil ghost was pierced through the abdomen, it did not last long. After only two seconds, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and became the record of Martin's gun.

"Guns are still useful!"

Martin put the rifle on his shoulder and sighed. He did not go to reminisce with Zhang Jue, nor did he care about the porch that he had broken.

He grabbed a box full of magic tools and talismans from the secret compartment on the floor, walked through the living room that seemed to have been destroyed by the storm, and walked directly to the door.

"This matter is not over yet!"

He stood at the door and looked up. The whole street seemed to have turned into a ghost domain.

There was no light in the sky above, as if the sun had disappeared and could no longer shine on this world.

The buildings on both sides of the road locked their doors and windows, drew the curtains, and neither turned on the lights nor made any sounds, making it difficult to distinguish the situation.

This is another trouble that Martin has to face, the collision between the spirit world or the world of the dead and the human world.

The spirit host or the soul-suppressing general is essentially a wall between the living and the dead.

As long as they can defend their own streets, they can ensure that ghosts will not invade the human world.

If they lose, things will become difficult to deal with.

Of course, there are no guys in the spirit world in the DC world, but there are more monsters and demons in the areas behind this world.

In particular, the street where Martin is located belongs to Gotham. How many dead people are buried in it, I am afraid no one can tell clearly.

And most of these dead souls will become evil spirits. Once those evil spirits leave this street, how much trouble will be caused, no one can predict.

Gotham, this cesspool, has the power to make things go to the worst ending.

Although turning into a ghost town is not the worst result for Gotham, Martin does not want to see this ending happen.

Thinking of this, he raised the rifle in his hand, pointed the muzzle to the sky, and pulled the trigger directly.

Boom!

This time Martin did not reload the bullet, and fired it with magic power, still emitting thick smoke and deafening fire thunder.

The blinding light illuminated the countless wronged souls and evil spirits in the street. The vigorous Yang Qi was like a fragrant meal in the eyes of the ghosts, seducing the instincts of these ghosts and tempting them to chase after the source of Yang Qi.

"Xiao Ma, it's just a bunch of souls, why bother so much!"

Zhang Jiao shook his head gently, stroked his beard with one hand, looked at the evil spirits and said: "When I unfold the power of Huang Tian, ​​I can take care of not only a bunch of Yin gods, but also the gods of heaven and earth."

"This is not the Middle Earth, Master Zhang, you should hold back!"

Martin has seen the power of Huang Tian's power. That thing is powerful and has a strong taunting force. If it is not used properly, it will easily attract other things, so it is better to use it with caution.

"I will deal with these Yin ghosts. Please seal the streets and don't let a ghost escape."

Martin originally wanted to say not to let the Yin Qi leak out.

But then he thought, even if the Soul Street didn't appear, Gotham, a ghost place where the sun doesn't shine for a few days a year, doesn't have much yang energy.

"I got your order, I'll go now!"

Zhang Jue bowed and left.

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