In this way, the Yin Corpse is scrapped.

Zhang Yuanqing poured the purple and red liquid into a small bowl, mixed with the viscous liquid, and stirred a few times in a hurry.

After dipping the brush in the diluted liquid, he began to draw formations on the floor of the room. It is worth mentioning that the floor of the hotel is made of wood and floor tiles. If it were replaced with a red carpet, Zhang Yuanqing would be dumbfounded.

The difficulty of depicting the formation is more complex and difficult than painting on the corpse. In order to ensure that no mistakes are made, Zhang Yuanqing draws extremely slowly.

After all, there is only one material.

Half an hour later, he wiped the sweat off his brow, and he felt a sense of exhaustion as he had spent a day with building blocks when he was a child, and finally he was done.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the bewitching demon's body, gently placed it in the center of the formation, and then placed the citrine on the chest of the body.

"Success or failure depends on it!"

He retreated to the edge of the formation, gently pressed the palm of his hand on one corner, and continuously entered the power of the sun.

In an instant, there was a gust of gloomy wind in the room, the temperature dropped sharply, and the dried spells shone with purple, black, and red gleams.

The black and purple rays of light melted into the corpse, condensing into evil spirits, and the red light nourished the corpse, rejuvenating the pale skin. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately increased the transmission of the power of the sun.

The three colors of black, purple, and red skyrocketed, straight to the ceiling, magnificent and gorgeous.

The citrine on the chest of the corpse, like a piece of melted ice cream, was absorbed by the corpse.

The yin corpse lying in the center of the formation suddenly opened its eyes, and the eyes were savage and tyrannical. A powerful and unparalleled force swayed from its body, turning into a dark wind and blowing the curtains and sheets.

"It's done!"

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.

No, there was still one last step left. He strode into the formation, bit his fingertips, and drew a circular formation on Yin Corpse's forehead.

As soon as the circular formation was formed, it hid in Yin's corpse, and in Zhang Yuanqing's sea of ??consciousness, there was an identical circular formation.

This is the brand of the master, and it is also a medium for manipulating the corpse.

This brand has two functions. One is to give instructions to the corpse and assign it to complete a certain task, but it can only be a relatively simple and superficial task, such as killing an enemy.

However, low-intelligence corpses cannot understand and execute commands that require technical content, such as drawing.

The second is to use the branding as a medium to take over the body of the Yin Corpse and manipulate it like manipulating a spirit servant. In this state, the Yin Corpse can perform various fine operations.

"Look at the abilities that this guy has retained, and what attributes the citrine has given it."

Immediately, Zhang Yuanqing concentrated his energy, separated all thoughts, and integrated them into the brand in the sea of ??consciousness.

The next moment, he felt that he was "split". He felt two selves with two bodies. At the same time, he saw himself wearing narrow-cut cropped pants and a white T-shirt through the perspective of the corpse.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, and it was the same when he leaned over Xiao Doubi.

"Damn it, the Yin Corpse's physique is stronger than mine."

After figuring out the attributes of the Yin Corpse, Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback.

The first is the body of the Yin Corpse. As a level 3 bewitching demon, his physical fitness is stronger than the current main body, and Zhang Yuanqing feels a will to fight just around the corner from this body.

It seemed that he was born to fight, and Zhang Yuanqing's original body didn't have the desire and confidence to fight. JrNovels.com