Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Mo Lun comes from an ancient family.

Old, but disgusting.

As disgusting as someone else.

He Shenyan fell from the sky with an expressionless face. It must be said that reading minds is really a very good ability. Whether you use mental tentacles to read minds or magic to read minds, snooping into other people's memories is addictive.

He doesn't need to talk to Morlun at all, he just needs to take a look at his mind, and then he can come to his home and kill all his family members.

Although this description is a bit cold-blooded, considering that his family are a group of super vampires who have no humanity and cannibalize people wantonly, I guess this is acceptable.

Unless you're a Twilight fan.

In front of him was a dark land, with vast stretches of forest guarding an ancient spire house. The decoration style of the house was very strange, and there was no sense of beauty. The black skewed wooden boards and doors looked as if they had been distorted by space.

The product of the attack. But it still existed, even shining a warm yellow light through those windows.

Laughter and conversation came from inside, and it looked like they were having a dinner party. Unfortunately, what was about to come was something more terrifying than death.

The mage was flying in the sky, watching with cold eyes, looking at everything below. He was not even willing to let his feet touch the dirty ground. In his perception, every inch of this land was filled with wailing souls.

They were eaten alive during their lifetime, and even their bones were turned into the foundations and soil of buildings after death, and were trampled under the feet of their successors.

Make the best use of everything, right? Thinking of this adjective in Molun's memory, he smiled mockingly. In the dark night, two red dots flashed by, and he slowly approached the house.

The mage raised his hands high, and after a small trick, his magic power was transformed into the death magic power necessary to use necromancy. A faint blue light flashed past, and as he raised his hands, those

The souls of the dead slowly stood up from the soil. The blue spirits had a cold aura. Their faces had no expression except for the desire for revenge.

The vampire family in that house had no idea about this, and their perception was easily blocked by the mage. Morlun, who had become demented, seemed to be dragged by something, and was thrown down. He was knocked down along the way.

They broke the walls of the house and knocked over their empty dining table.

Sitting at the head of the dining table, an old man with white hair and beard looked up at him through the gap. The anger in his eyes was undisguised, but his anger seemed extremely ridiculous to the mage. He just made a simple gesture.

The mental tentacles of vision smashed his head into powder in an instant. He couldn't even see what he was killed by. Then, at the end of the table, a young woman wearing a fur coat began to scream.

Call.

The mage glanced at her in annoyance, then her beautiful head fell off, her flawless white skin began to rot, and her red lips gradually turned into two wrinkled yellow-brown objects, looking like a

Rotten apple cores. Her eyeballs fell out of their sockets, and then turned into fly ash. Another man who looked like she was a twin covered his mouth.

He seemed to want to vomit, so the mage turned his vomit into hot lava. His face soon turned red, and he fell to the ground with a thud and began to twist on the ground. His throat

A terrifying big lump bulged up, and gurgling sounds kept coming from inside. After more than ten seconds, all the organs in his body were destroyed by the magma, and he died in extreme pain.

The remaining two people wanted to resist, but they couldn't even speak. Countless ghosts had crawled out from under their feet, and the rotten hands had climbed up their legs. The mage turned around and threw them away.

Waiting to die here. And death is just the beginning. For the resentful souls, tearing their bodies apart is just the first step.

What's even worse is yet to come. The way the resentful ghosts kill is quite special. Among the many undead souls, they are the most special kind. They will not kill any innocent people. On the contrary, they will always hunt for those who kill them.

people.

Unlike most ghosts who are earth-bound spirits, resentful spirits are free. They can leave their burial place for a long time, and can even inhabit other objects. Their power is also extremely powerful. But becoming a resentful ghost has its own challenges.

The prerequisites are extremely stringent. The deceased must have the potential to become a mage, or be a person with psychic abilities. The method of death must also be extremely painful... Of course, if you are a senior necromancer, then these above conditions can be ignored.

Although He Shenyan is not, he is more proficient in necromancy than the necromancer. It is not too difficult to do this, not to mention that the dead spiders here were all eaten alive. If this method of death is considered

If it’s not miserable, then what counts?

Back to the topic, after the resentful spirits tear the murderer's body apart, they will extract his soul. They have the innate ability to create illusions and can project their various feelings before death onto the murderer's soul body, thus

Let them feel their own pain, and the resentful souls will not dissipate until the murderer's soul is torn apart. But considering the strength of the souls of the successors after eating so many Spider-Man, and the number of resentful souls present

, this process may last hundreds of millions of years.

The mage's departure was as silent as his arrival. He did not open the portal this time, but directly used the abilities of the cross-border mages. After a burst of white light, he returned to the White Tower Council. Standing on the branch of the giant tree

As he did it, the magic power in the air made his body feel comfortable involuntarily, but his heart was still full of anger.

Ancient One deceived him, but he was also the teacher who taught him magic. He even saved his life more than once. He had never been as confused as he was now, until Ancient One really appeared in front of him.

He pushed open the door of his room, and in the pure white, Gu Yi stood opposite him, wearing a goose-yellow robe, with plain skin, standing there beautifully and elegantly.

"Why did you do this?" He Shenyan said calmly, his voice was so calm that he couldn't believe it.

"Because the earth must have a guardian..."

"No, I mean, why do you still appear in front of me?"

The mage's hands lit up with two scarlet lights, and the pure white room fell into darkness instantly. The red light illuminated his face, without any expression or wavering: "...In this case, I will have to kill you.

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