Yu Zhanhai looked at the thick locust tree and shook his head to express his ignorance.
Qin Lang laughed loudly: "This evil beast has a good hiding place. Brother Yu, if you call me today, I will surrender this evil obstacle and all the benefits will be mine."
Yu Zhanhai smiled and said, "No problem, it's all yours."
In fact, Yu Zhanhai was also very curious at this time as to what benefits Qin Lang could get that made him so excited.
What Qin Lang is excited about at this time is not just the so-called zombie. That zombie is nothing. What Qin Lang is happy about is this towering ancient locust tree!
This locust tree is probably hundreds of years old. It doesn't show much on the surface, but Qin Lang can feel the vigorous vitality contained in the tree.
This is a tree spirit!
Qin Lang has always wanted to find an array spirit for the Deshan Formation, but he has never found a suitable one. When he saw this tree spirit, Qin Lang couldn't help but be ecstatic. It really took no effort at all!
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Qin Lang replied with a smile, and then with a flick of his wrist, the ice popsicle appeared in his hand.
"You evildoer, why don't you get out of here quickly!"
Qin Lang held the ice stick behind his back and cursed coldly at Gu Huai.
There was no reaction from the surroundings, as if nothing was happening.
Qin Lang couldn't help but sneer: "You don't have the IQ of two souls and six souls, and you still play hide and seek with me?"
Then he suddenly stamped his foot, and the surrounding trees immediately swayed following Qin Lang's movements.
Only the ancient locust tree in front of me seemed to be rooted here without any movement.
‘Whoosh’
On the crown of this ancient locust tree, a black air soared into the sky and penetrated directly to the top of the tree. In the black air, a shadow suddenly jumped out from the heart of the tree.
It turns out that the interior of this ancient locust tree has become hollow and has become a temporary habitat for this zombie.
Still want to run?
Qin Lang stomped on the ground, and his body was already in the air. He came first and came to the top of the black shadow. He held the ice stick in one hand and tapped the black shadow lightly: "Get out of here!"
‘Bang…’
The black shadow received a solid blow from the popsicle, turned around and fell down.
'Plop...'
The black shadow fell to the ground, bounced twice with its usual elasticity, and then jumped upright with another carp kick.
Only then did the dark shadow appear in front of Qin Lang and Yu Zhanhai.
It's not like the zombies wearing official robes from the late Qing Dynasty depicted in some movies and TV shows.
The clothes on this zombie have rotted away, and it can be said that there is no trace on it.
But there are a lot of talismans affixed all over its body, and it looks like there are about twenty or thirty of them. With every movement it makes, these talismans will make a clanging sound.
There are also those two iconic fangs. In Qin Lang's eyes, they don't look like the weapons they rely on to commit murder, but they are quite funny.
'Eeeeeeeeeeeee...'
The zombie didn't know what he was saying, and then he jumped high towards Qin Lang in mid-air, and pinched Qin Lang with both hands.
Qin Lang curled his lips: "Such a poor corpse refining technique is too embarrassing to be used to refine a puppet."
With another blow from Qin Lang, the zombie was hit on the ground again, making a big hole in the ground.
Then the zombie actually got up again.
"Are you still not convinced? Then I will beat you until you are convinced!"
Qin Lang jumped from a high altitude and kicked the zombie to the ground. At the same time, he grabbed the zombie's hair, which was nearly one meter long, and threw the zombie to the ground.
'Boom boom boom boom...'
The next scene stunned Yu Zhanhai who was watching the battle!
Qin Lang just grabbed the zombie's hair and threw it to the ground like a dead dog.
He moved east and west, each time harder than the last time. He didn't know how the zombie's hair grew, or if it had mutated. Qin Lang pulled it east and west, and swung it back and forth. His hair was so weird.
Not one fell off.
'boom……'
A big tree as thick as a bowl was broken by the zombie's body under Qin Lang's swing!
'boom……'
A huge stone was smashed to pieces by the zombie's body.
'Bang bang...'
On the ground, there were several big holes made by Qin Lang grabbing the zombie.
This process lasted for five minutes. With Qinlang as the center of the circle, there was no sound turf ground within a radius of ten meters.
When Qin Lang basically got rid of the talismans on the zombie, the zombie finally spat out a mouthful of jet-black blood!
"Finally compromised? Do you really think those broken charms can protect you?"
Qin Lang rubbed his nose, thinking that if he wasn't afraid that Yu Zhanhai on the side would find it too shocking, he would have torn up all the charms long ago.
But that would be too easy.
In this way, Yu Zhanhai will at least feel more at ease even if he sees that he has been fighting for his life for a long time, even if he gets benefits.
Qin Lang knew that the cultivator who refined this corpse had long since died. This could be said to be an ownerless puppet, and this mouthful of black blood was the natural blood of its owner.
Spit it out, and the puppet will have nothing to do with its owner.
Although this method of refining a puppet is bloody and backward, there is one good thing about it. The puppet itself is born by drinking the essence and blood of its master, and it generally will not betray.
Now that Qin Lang has thrown this blood out of him, this puppet becomes Qin Lang's.
However, Qin Lang has no time to feed it with his own blood. Qin Lang naturally has his own way to refine the puppet, which is as easy as a piece of cake.
In just a few seconds, Qin Lang turned this zombie into his own puppet.
"You will follow me from now on. You must have a name. Let's call it Hun Qi!"
Qin Lang looked at Soul Seven with satisfaction. This zombie only had one soul and one soul in its body. It looked like a fool. But now that it recognized Qin Lang as its master, it naturally relied on Qin Lang to command it.
Yu Zhanhai was even more surprised when he saw Qin Lang's magical methods. He pointed at Hun Qi and said: "This will become your zombie?"
"It's not a zombie, it's a puppet! What I just performed was a puppet technique!"
Qin Lang said with a smile.
"Puppet? Puppetry?"
Yu Zhanhai was unwilling to miss a word of what Qin Lang said. Although he was a master, he had never heard such a magical theory, so he was extremely convinced of Qin Lang.
"What can this puppet do?"
Yu Zhanhai looked at Hun Qi and asked.
"It can do a lot. Look at its body, it is invulnerable, and ordinary warriors will not be its opponent. As for serving tea and water, and doing some rough work, where can I find such an obedient servant?"
Qin Lang continued to set spells on Hun Qi while explaining to Yu Zhanhai.
Yu Zhanhai looked at Hun Qi and marveled: "Brother Qin, I finally understand why all the benefits you just mentioned belong to you. This puppet is simply a humanoid weapon. It doesn't know pain or fatigue. It doesn't need to eat.
If you don't sleep, if you put it in the army, wouldn't it be like a murderer?"
Qin Lang rolled his eyes at Yu Zhanhai: "We are so tall that we won't give it away. I can replenish its brain, and its strength can be improved. Although it cannot reach the master level, it can still
We have to deal with some warriors at the master level."
Yu Zhanhai touched his nose: "Can it block my blow?"
Qin Lang glanced at Yu Zhanhai: "Of the six powers in your body, he can block three, and the remaining three are a bit difficult. Not to mention, the person who set up the ten powers in your body,
It’s really quite capable, but even I may not be sure that I can fully take over this last power!”
Qin Lang only knew about Yu Zhanhai's body before, but this was the first time he studied it seriously, and he was quite curious.
Yu Zhanhai felt extremely uncomfortable under Qin Lang's scrutinizing gaze, and hurriedly hid aside so that Qin Lang could not observe him.
Qin Lang was too lazy to look at Yu Zhanhai anymore. He pointed to the old locust tree in front and said to Hun Qi: "Hun Qi, go up and tear it down for me!"
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh..."
Hun Qi uttered something like "I know, I obey", and then he jumped up and ran towards the old locust tree.
‘Bang…’
Hun Qi's dark body jumped high in the air and punched the bark of the tree hard.
Just when Hun Qi's fist was about to hit the tree trunk, a thick branch suddenly appeared in front of it. The branch was extremely soft, and it suddenly wrapped around Hun Qi's ankle, and hit Hun Qi hard.
Fell to the ground.
"Haha, you finally took action?"
Qin Lang looked at the old locust tree with a smile: "I have been waiting for you for a long time. I thought you would keep pretending to be dead, but I didn't expect you still couldn't hold it back!" (To be continued)