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Chapter 328 This thing is powerful (please subscribe, read, vote and comment)

Martin didn't care about the ghosts jumping around in front of him. He was only focused on figuring 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 the dead, are forced to stay in the world of the living. They cannot be accommodated by the world and are prone to become crazy.

According to the Chinese, this is "an unfulfilled wish during one's lifetime" and only by completing this wish can one find peace.

To put it more simply, this is "finding a scapegoat"!
But these ghosts have no intelligence, or to be more precise, they do not have the wisdom of the living. They only see the strong aura of the living emanating from Martin and want to kill this living man.

The ghost, with a wild imagination, raised his hand and grabbed everything in the room with his telekinesis, then gave a light push and threw it at Martin with increased force.

The hanged man swung out his long tongue, which formed something like a noose in the void and put it around Martin's neck.

The ghost, whose hair was so long that it covered its entire body, shuttled back and forth in the reflective surface, muttering ghost language from its mouth, which turned into some kind of curse and flew towards Martin's soul.

These attacks came in a flash, and the ghosts showed some kind of regular power, wanting to use Martin as a substitute for their death.

Martin didn't react. He didn't even look at it. He just concentrated on pulling out the things that resonated with him.

As he concentrated his efforts, a rotating halo appeared behind his head. Endless yellow air flowed out of the halo and turned into drifting clouds, outlining the body of a Taoist priest.

Snapped!
A simple wooden stick was stretched out first, directly pressing against the tongue noose that fell on Martin's head.

The man holding the stick stirred it hard and pulled the hanged ghost over. Then yellow air flowed, and a middle-aged Taoist in a yellow robe came out and started hitting him with his fist.

boom!
With one punch, the hanged man's head exploded.

The ghost's invisible body was difficult to kill, but the Taoist simply stretched out his hand and the yellow air flowed, transforming into swords, spears, and halberds that directly pierced the ghost's body and nailed it to the ground.

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

All kinds of weapons that pinned down the ghosts exploded directly, leaving no traces of the ghosts, and they even lost the 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 staff in his right hand, on which grew several naturally occurring tumors, neither big nor small, like artificially made links, and there were nine of them in total.

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

But his eyes were bright, he wore a yellow robe, and his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He did not give people the feeling of being an immortal, but more like a strict father or a king.

And this is indeed the case.

Because this middle-aged Taoist priest is the great sage teacher and general of heaven - Zhang Jue!
He is not the real person, not even a soul, but a wish, a wandering soul, who came here to help because of Martin's special physical condition today.

Martin's physical condition today is similar to that of the spirit possessor in Zhenhun Street.

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

"After so many years, Brother Ma is still as young and handsome as ever, but I, an old man, have turned into a clay or wooden statue!"

Zhang Jue turned his head to look at Martin and talked to his old friend with a smile.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao had no flesh and blood, nor three souls and six spirits. He was just a wish, and he could maintain his form only with the support of Huang Tian's Qi and Martin.

Compared with his strength when he was alive, it can be said that only one percent of it remains.

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

This is more direct and violent than the Tianshi Dao's secret use of the Six Cave Ghost Kings to represent 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 colonels.

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

While they were talking, the voice of the long-haired ghost's curse reached Martin. Zhang Jue turned his head suddenly, his long black and white beard trembled, and the flow of yellow air directly wiped out the existence of the voice, and the curse disappeared along with it.

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

Zhang Jue shouted loudly, and although his body size did not change, his whole body seemed to have grown several feet taller. Rumbling shouts came from the yellow air, like a decree from the gods.

The long-haired ghost didn't even have the chance to resist. He was hit by the scolding and felt as if he was cut into pieces by a thousand knives. He turned into ashes directly.

"Let me take the last one!"

Martin reached under the table and pulled out a black gun.
It looks like a rifle, but both the barrel and the gun body have been specially modified and enlarged a bit. It can even be used as a rifle with a bayonet.

There are five thunder talismans and wind and fire talismans engraved on the gun body, and they are connected by a great powerful spell, turning the gun into a weapon for killing demons and ghosts.

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

Before the advent of firearms, if one wanted to exorcise demons or monsters, the only way was to perform rituals and call upon the heavens to summon thunder to kill the enemy.

But with the advent of firearms, everything became simpler.

Once a magic tool is formed, there is no need to open an altar to perform a ritual. Just chant the mantra and do it.

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

There was no profound thought in the various Taoist sects that was worthy of his belief. He used the Beidi method only because it was powerful. "The seven elements of the Big Dipper, the spirit governs the sky;"

"Great Sage Tian Gang, your majesty is unparalleled!"

Martin chanted a spell, and his magic power flowed, directly lighting up the talisman on the gun.

Tian Gang Da Sheng is a general under the command of Marshal Tian Peng of the North Pole. In the Ming Dynasty, this general was granted the divine position of blessing firearms, and since then his spells have had the effect of blessing firearms.

"The gun is the best weapon in the military, and there is nothing better than it in use, and no weapon is more magical than it! The gun has the power to destroy strong objects and penetrate sharp objects, and can stop the rush and stop the sudden attack. Since ancient times, the so-called five weapons have all been far inferior to it, so the weapon is magical, which is why it is respected and distinguished!

The yin and yang universe conjured up divine objects. Gunpowder is a masterpiece of alchemy. Firearms can kill people and destroy nations, subdue demons and kill ghosts. They are divine weapons of the utmost yang, utmost strength, greatest power and greatest intensity. "

Martin used the Northern Emperor's Thunder Method, and a ring made of the Yellow Sky Energy was placed behind his head. Countless voices of "Good luck to the world" rushed out from the ring and fell on the body of the former General Martin of the Taiping Dao, doubling the power of the firearm.

Boom!

Martin pulled the trigger. The shot went off with a sound like thunder and a blazing fire as bright as day. The yang energy surged and the yin energy disappeared.

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

However, the bullet engraved with the spell was propelled by the explosive gas generated by the burning gunpowder, and with the blessing of the Tiangang spell and the Huangtian Qi, it directly tore the debris blocking the Yin Gui into pieces.

The originally invisible ghost body was hit by this shot and was sent flying by the bullet belt, with a big hole pierced through its abdomen. At the same time, the door of Martin's house was smashed and the entire porch was torn to pieces.

Flames were blazing, black smoke was billowing, and bullets were deeply embedded in the asphalt road surface. I was nowhere to be seen, and I didn't know how deep I had penetrated into the ground. Only thick smoke and blazing fire bombs were erupting.

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

"Guns are still useful!"

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

He grabbed a box full of magical tools and talismans from a secret compartment in the floor, walked through the living room that seemed to have been torn apart by a storm, and headed straight for the front door.

"This matter is not over yet!"

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

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

The doors and windows of the buildings on both sides of the road were locked and the curtains were drawn. There were no lights on and no sounds, making it difficult to tell what was going on inside.

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.

In essence, a spirit host or soul-soothing general is a wall between the living and the dead.

As long as they can guard their streets, they can ensure that ghosts do not invade the human world.

If we lose control, things will become out of control.

Of course, there are no guys from the spiritual world in the DC world, but there are even more monsters and demons hidden in the areas beyond this world.

In particular, the street where Martin is located belongs to Gotham. No one can tell exactly how many dead bodies are buried there.

Most of these dead souls will turn into evil spirits. No one can predict how much trouble will be caused if those evil spirits leave this street.

Gotham has the power to make things go to the worst possible outcome.

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

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

Boom!

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

The dazzling light illuminated the shapes and spirits of countless wronged souls and evil spirits in the streets. In the eyes of the ghosts, the vigorous yang energy was like a fragrant meal, which seduced the ghosts' instincts and lured them to chase after the source of the yang energy.

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

Zhang Jue shook his head slightly, stroked his beard with one hand, looked at the evil spirits and said, "When I unleash 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 Middle-earth, Master Zhang, you better hold back!"

Martin had seen the power of the Yellow Sky Force. That thing was powerful and had a strong taunting effect. If not handled properly, it could easily attract other things, so it was better to use it with caution.

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

Martin originally wanted to say don't let the negative energy leak out.

But then I thought, even if Requiem Street didn't appear, Gotham, a ghost place where the sun never shines for a few days a year, doesn't have much yang energy.

"I have received your order and will go right away!"

Zhang Jue bowed and left.

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