The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 1040

When it comes to Maoshan's corpse alchemy, many people think that it is enough to get the corpse and establish contact.

But in fact, this is the first step.

Even if a corpse establishes a magical connection with the controller, it does not mean it can be used.

After all, it was just a dead person who lost his life.

According to the legend, how can the invulnerable golden corpse, silver corpse, and king of corpse kings be ordinary corpses?

Zhang Moran found a suitable corpse, which was called choosing a corpse.

The latter is important-refining the corpse.

After the body was cleaned up, Zhang Moran found a place where Yin Qi gathered in the suburbs and buried the body in the ground.

Before burying, a yin gossip was placed on the corpse's heart.

This can speed up the accumulation of Yin Qi.

Originally, this step would last for seven or forty-nine days.

Every seven days, a talisman is burned in the place where the body is buried. At noon, kill a rooster and drip the blood around the soil.

However, Zhang Moran's revenge could no longer be suppressed.

He can't wait, the sooner the better.

Ever since, he directly used the quick method that the teacher finally taught him.

Zhang Moran and the old man depended on each other, and they were bullied and cold-eyed outside.

Suddenly, he obtained the mastery of thaumaturgy, which completely aroused the coldness in Zhang Moran's temper.

This little guy, with a breath of revenge echoing in his chest, vowed to kill all those who entrapped his teacher.

One day passed, and when it was twilight on the third day, he burned three talisman in a row, and finally shouted.

Clap with one hand on the soil layer where the body was buried.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped back and stared at the ground very nervously.

Can it be done? Here is one thing.

After waiting for a long time, just when Zhang Moran was about to despair, a soil bag suddenly arched on the ground.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

A tall figure broke through the soil and came to the ground.

It was the corpse that Zhang Moran stole.

Now, after twelve hours of rapid corpse refining, he looks very different from yesterday.

The clothes are naturally in tatters.

However, the eyes of the corpse were lingering with a frightening green light.

His body swelled a little bit more than it was when he was dug out, his back was slightly humped, his head stretched forward, and his limbs were longer.

Especially its nails.

Each nail is ten centimeters long.

The light has all converged.

However, in Zhang Moran's eyes, this corpse always exudes a special smell.

According to the teacher's explanation, it should be corpse poison.

"Haha...hahahahaha!" Zhang Moran was stunned for a few seconds, then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge.

The villain takes revenge, from morning to night!

...

Berlin at night is brightly lit.

Sin is also hidden in this beautiful background.

In a street without street lights, a young woman was forced to the corner.

The two hooligans, with a smirk, approached slowly.

"No, don't come over!" The woman cried out in horror.

"Ha...Of course I have to go over!" A hooligan, with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and quickly touched the woman's chin.

"What a tender skin...like an oriental woman!" He smiled intoxicated.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" the comrade urged.

"Okay, it's not the first time this girl saw it, I'll come first, you'll come again!" The first gangster laughed, untied his belt, and prepared to do evil.

His accomplices smiled and watched the wind.

As a rogue group running rampant in this area, they are covered by people from the German Police Service.

Even if something goes wrong, I am not afraid at all.

"Shasha!" behind the two hooligans, footsteps sounded.

Lookout's accomplice roared impatiently: "Get away!"

However, there was no response at all.

Still moving forward.

The accomplice narrowed his eyes.

It turned out to be two people here.

"Hey, stop playing, someone is looking for something!" He patted the accomplice who was about to insult the woman.

The two hooligans turned around together.

In the darkness, one tall and one short, two figures slowly became clear.

"Oh roar? Huangpi?" After a hooligan saw Zhang Moran's appearance, his face showed a mocking expression, "Do you want to take care of our business?"

Zhang Moran said coldly: "Three days ago, you beat an old man, do you remember? An old man from Xia Guo!"

The two gangsters glanced at each other: "It turned out to be the old guy! Yes, he hit, he set up a stall on the street without our permission! We just taught him some lessons!"

"He was injured and died that night, do you know that?" Zhang Moran didn't know why, you were so peaceful.

"Dead?" A hooligan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry! Older, he will always die!"

"It wasn't just you two who did it at the time?" Zhang Moran expressionlessly, "Who else, tell me, I can make you die a little easier!"

"Yellow pig, do you know who you are talking to?" The hooligan of Lookout sneered and walked up to Zhang Moran, slapped it over.

"Pop!" Zhang Moran didn't evade, and suffered abruptly.

"Haha, don't you dare to fight back?" Lookout's hooligan was extremely happy.

"Kill him!" Zhang Moran said lightly.

"puff!"

The sound of a sharp weapon in the flesh.

The hooligan who watched the wind shook his body and bowed his head in amazement.

Two fingers were pierced in the position of his chest.

He looked up with difficulty, looking at the tall face on the other side, but hidden in his hood.

Zhang Moran stretched out his hand and took off the covering from Lian's head.

He revealed his appearance that was very different from ordinary people.

"Ah..." The Wangfeng gangsters rolled their eyes and fell to the ground to die.

The other rogue was dumbfounded.

"Weir...monster!" He hissed and yelled out of his soul.

The body of the corpse flashed, moving as fast as lightning.

Came to the survivors instantly.

"Roar!" The corpse opened his mouth, less than ten centimeters away from the opponent's face.

"Tell me... who else did it that day?" Zhang Moran said word by word.

"I said it all!"

...

At one o'clock in the morning, a bar in Berlin.

A hearty exchange has just ended.

A group of tall German men staggered out of the bar door, humming an unknown tune.

The guy who parked the car respectfully handed over the key immediately.

This group of people is not easy to mess with.

This is a well-known rogue gang.

"Schrader, doing a good job!" A middle-aged Germanic smiled and patted his companions around him, "Stay for a few more days... to completely destroy the commercial value of this film!"

"Chief, don't worry!"

This group of people is not as simple as a hooligan.

Several consortia are also involved behind them.

This place has been watched for a long time.

However, the commercial value remains high, so the consortium wants to start, and it costs a lot.

Thus, the evil trade was born.

The rogue group took the money from the consortium and wanted to disrupt daily commercial activities in the jurisdiction.

The officials of the local police station were also stunned to **** this behavior.

If this continues, it will not take long before the commercial value of this piece will plummet.

The consortium can easily start.

The backbone of a group of gangsters started the car and moved along the street.

Just after a turn, the car stopped.

"Chief, someone is in the way! Two!"