This sign has black and white zombie tissue on it, which makes people's scalp numb when looking at it.
But this kid was extremely excited, and he actually took this kind of stick and scratched it on his palm... Gujiguji, those things merged with the blood of this little junior brother.
Strangely enough, not a drop of the blood that emerged from him leaked out.
The little bit of tissue they brought out from Hei Zong, Gulu swallowed it into the body of this junior fellow of the Corpse Sect.
I saw this thing swelled up a little first, and then wandered along the blood vessels of the skin towards the heart of this little junior brother.
It's just that the black and stiff mass of flesh and blood doesn't really have much energy.
As it advanced, the bulge holding up the skin became smaller and smaller.
Before reaching the upper side of the forearm, it was already melted by the body of the younger junior brother.
Seeing this lump of flesh melted away so quickly.
The junior brother breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it.
He raised his head very confidently and gave a very simple instruction to the black zombie.
"Quiet! Be still!"
The black zombies that had started tearing apart the surrounding zombies suddenly became quiet.
The red light in his eyes struggled for a few times, then suddenly went out like a machine with unplugged wires.
Then there were flashes, sometimes black, then white, then red, accompanied by a whimpering sound of extreme pain.
Mai Fan turned his eyes to his junior brother and found that there was already a layer of sweat on this man's head.
From the time he fused flesh and blood to controlling zombies, it only took a few breaths.
In Mai Fan's opinion, both the zombie and the person controlling the corpse were extremely uncomfortable.
But no matter how uncomfortable it was, it only lasted for another breath.
When the younger brother's sweat stopped, the black zombie completely lost its movement.
"Is this killing?"
The head coach didn't understand what he was doing.
If we want to simply kill this black zombie, we only need to poke another ten centimeters into the stick just now, and that's the end of it.
The rest are all useless work.
But if you want to control Hei Zong... Did all the corpse energy in Hei Zong's body just disperse?
So what is this little junior brother doing?
Bang, the little junior brother opened his eyes all of a sudden.
Snap, the black zombie followed his master and opened his eyes.
Then everyone saw the corpse controller grabbing his forehead, and Heizong took off the talisman on his forehead.
Then he cleaned the cotton thread on his hands, pushed away the zombies blocking the way, and came up behind his junior brother obediently, becoming the third zombie after his three-zombie realm.
The junior brother is very satisfied with this.
A burst of zombie aura came out of his arm.
From now on, the zombies behind him are not only under his control.
The lower half of his left arm also possesses all the abilities of Heizhi.
Invulnerable, as strong as an ox, surrounded by corpse aura, and red to confuse people.
All will be owned by its owner.
This is what only a very few geniuses in the Corpse Exorcist sect can control and "take advantage of".
Of course, this secret technique is useless to living people.
After the junior brother felt his abilities, he sometimes explained in front of the big guys.
Mai Fan could feel that as soon as this explanation came out...
Everyone around me is more relaxed.
If it were just zombies... then they would be much more comfortable.
At this time, this genius exterminator raised his hand to the instructor on the field: "Report to the instructor, we will destroy this zombie!"
"Ask the instructor for acceptance!"
After finishing his words, the coach looked towards the corner of the field.
I don’t know when, a small hourglass appeared in the corner.
Only half of the sand leaked out, and they finished half an hour's work in two-quarters of an hour.
Look at Heizheng again, following this junior brother obediently.
Like other zombies, they have no consciousness and no corpse energy.
"Well done, passed."
"Thank you very much for the compliment, coach!"
After all, this team is all young people. Everyone helped the senior brother up, and everyone's face showed a lot of joy.
The eldest brother was alone and a little embarrassed.
He coughed twice and walked to the front of the team. The junior brother still consciously gave up his position.
On behalf of the team, he took over the approved signature and documents from the hands of the head coach.
"You and your group can use this visa to report to the Black Guards."
"The people over there will explain all the matters that should be paid attention to in the future."
"As for whether to leave now or wait here to watch the remaining people's tests...it's up to you."
The senior brother took a piece of paperwork and looked at the senior brothers behind him with a hint of discussion.
None of these people want to leave now.
They heard their master say it.
In the past years, people from their sect have also been sent to this headquarters.
There has never been a situation where only their own people form a team.
Most of them are people from all over the place mixed together, with all kinds of skills and abilities.
Only when everyone goes on a mission together can we check for gaps and fill them up, so as not to be temporarily blinded by someone we are not good at.
If the demon hunting team is too single, it will be easily wiped out.
So they also wanted to take this opportunity to take a look.
Those who came with them, as well as the reserve team members who were originally trained at the Demon Anti-Demon Administration, each have their own abilities.
If it is really that powerful, remember it.
If you become a team member in the future, it will not hurt you to trust the other party more.
Not long after, the pale team made a decision.
They got off the stage and stood next to Mai Fan and his group.
They want to stay here and finish the next test.
"The next team comes on stage!"
Mai Fan and the others looked at each other and lined up neatly behind Long Ma.
What's your talent? Not sure.
What can you choose on stage? Not sure.
How will we cooperate in a while? Not sure.
"By the way, are you okay? Have you ever experienced the world of ghosts and gods?"
"I have entered a world of monsters, but it was also a world of low martial arts."
"I think the martial arts value of any little Taoist priest here is not low. Did you see the fight just now? I can't even keep up with those black and stiff movements."
The irritable young man kept muttering and started to get scared when the time came to play.
Long Ma, who was walking in front, rolled her eyes. This test must be passed.
For this fairly consistent goal, let’s quickly show our true abilities.
If you can't even pass this level, just pretend to be a P.
She didn't ignore it. She stood between the two boxes, thought about it for a while, and pointed to the box on the right without hesitation.
"That's it!" The tone was so sure that the head coach even looked at her.
The little brother following behind asked Ma Long in admiration: "Mama Long, Ma Long, just call me Ah Nan."
"How did you choose the box? I used a mental exploration tool, but I didn't see anything in the box."
