Zombie: Sorcery Automatically Maxes Out

Zombie: Sorcery automatically max level Author: I am the Second Demon

Lin Feng traveled through the zombie world and awakened the magic spell to automatically reach the full level.

As soon as he learns any sorcery, he will automatically reach the full level.

Ghost shepherds, a full level of one study!

Corpse Refining, one full level study!

Witchcraft Secret Technique, one learns full level!

……

Wang Po: Boss, please teach me the art of witchcraft.

Qiluo: Brother Feng, when will you teach me to cut paper?

Ah Cha: Lin Feng, take me away!

Chapter 1

　　Maoshan, in front of the mountain gate.

　　The wind is very strong, and Lin Feng's heart is very cold.

　　Ten years ago, he traveled through the zombie world and was taken into the gate by Mao Shan, becoming the true biography of Mao Shan, the youngest of Lin Jiu's disciples, the younger Mao Shan younger brother who was beloved by all.

　　As soon as he started, the master taught him Maoshan Qishu.

　　This is the fundamental law of Maoshan, and it is not passed down if it is not authentic.

　　It's a pity that he has not yet started to practice Qishu in Maoshan, so the master drove the crane to the west.

　　After that, the brothers and sisters of his line took turns to go into battle, passing on his unique skills.

　　The elder brother, Dharma King Lei and Dharma, passed on his lightning dashing to Lei Quan and Mu Chun Dafa.

　　The second senior brother numbly taught him how to cheat, slip, and sleep late.

　　The third senior brother Lin Jiu taught him the secret arts of talismans and various magic circles.

　　The fourth brother and the four eyes taught him the secret techniques of fighting and chasing corpses.

　　The fifth senior brother Qianhe taught him boxing and kung fu.

　　Senior Sister Cane Gu taught him to ask rice...

　　Although the brothers and sisters had many conflicts with each other, they didn't hide any secrets from him, and they all taught each other.

　　However, Lin Feng is Yumu's brain is not open. After ten years of hard work, he has not been able to get started, whether it is Maoshan Qi, Lightning Lightning Fist, Mu Chun Dafa, Talisman Secret Technique, etc.

　　Only fist and foot skills are enough.

　　Yesterday, on Lin Feng's birthday, when he was twenty years old, Shi Jian called him away and gave him five hundred oceans.

　　It was made by his group of brothers and sisters together.

　　"Xiaofeng, it's not that senior brother is cruel, you are really not suitable for cultivating Taoism and studying the Fa. This money is a little thought from senior brothers. You can take it down the mountain and find a land. You can buy some land and become a landlord, or you can make some small things yourself. Business, in short, stop cultivating, get married and have children, and be an ordinary person.”

　　So, today, early in the morning, Lin Feng packed his bags and prepared to leave.

　　"Hey, other people come through, either the innate Dao body or this kind of spiritual body. Cultivating it is as simple as drinking water and eating, breathing and sleeping become stronger, but how come it doesn't work when it comes to me."

　　"The demons are rampant under the mountain. I am an ordinary person who does not know how to spell. It is very dangerous."

　　Lin Feng sighed and was about to leave,

　　At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

　　"Little Shishu, little Shishu..."

　　He didn't need to look back, just by listening to the voice, Lin Feng knew that it was Shi Shaojian, who was called the Little Lightning Dharma King among the younger generation of Maoshan, with his cheap nephew.

　　This guy is two years younger than himself, but he is already a mage. He plays Lightning Strike with a single hand, and he is the first among the younger generation of Maoshan.

　　"Didn't you say it last night, didn't you give it away?"

　　Lin Feng turned around helplessly. Last night, after three glasses of wine, he once said that in order not to feel sad about the Spring and Autumn Period, he would just let him go quietly, no need to give it away.

　　Unexpectedly, this kid is still here.

　　"Hey, little uncle, I have something good for you."

　　Shi Shaojian came up and handed him a broken book and a black bag the size of a slap.

　　The broken book was burnt, and only two thin pages remained.

　　The black bag is made of some kind of animal skin, and it feels cold when you start it, as if you have touched ice cubes.

　　"This is?"

　　A look of doubt appeared on Lin Feng's face.

　　After staying in Maoshan for ten years, although he has not practiced anything, he still has eyesight. At a glance, he knows that these two things are not good things.

　　"The world is so chaotic under the mountain. Although your martial arts skills are not bad, little master, but no matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

　　"This broken book is because I found a secret technique for raising ghosts. Although it is incomplete, the previous method of raising little ghosts is still there."

　　"In that black bag, there just happens to be a murderous soul. You can find a place to think about the secret technique of raising ghosts. If you take this murderous soul away, it can be considered as an additional means of protecting yourself."

　　Shi Shaojian said in a low voice.Maoshan is a famous and upright sect. The first rule of the sect is that the righteous and evil are opposed, and they will fight for life.

　　Sorcery such as raising ghosts is absolutely forbidden in Maoshan, at least on the bright side.

　　Therefore, even though Shi Shaojian is the first of the younger generation, and at the same time is backed by Shi Jian, who is likely to become the head of Maoshan in the future, he only dares to sneak these two things into Lin Feng.

　　"Shaojian, have a heart."

　　Lin Feng patted Shi Shaojian on the shoulder, and felt moved in his heart.

　　"Haha, little uncle, who are the two of us with whom? After you find a place to stay, be sure to write to me and let me know, and I will come to see you when the time comes."

　　Shi Shaojian laughed, but his eyes were full of reluctance. After all, since childhood, he had been running around behind Lin Feng's buttocks.

　　"Okay! Don't say more, let's go."

　　Lin Feng nodded and turned to go down the mountain. .

Chapter 2

　　In the evening, Lin Feng rushed to a town fifty or sixty miles away from Maoshan and found an inn to stay.

　　After washing up, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the broken book Shi Shaojian gave him.

　　The book is incomplete, with only two thin pages. Fortunately, the two preserved pages are not damaged or heavy, and can be read clearly.

　　"Ghost herdsmanship: extracting the soul, refining the evil spirit... Between walking, hundreds of ghosts guard... Hundred ghosts walk at night..."

　　After reading the broken book, a strange look appeared in Lin Feng's eyes: "Extracting living souls, refining evil spirits, and poisonous magic, however, it is much simpler than Maoshan magic, as long as you are bold and ruthless, you can do it. Be able to get in..."

　　"Detected sorcery - ghost shepherd!"

　　"The Ghost Shepherd Technique is automatically maxed out!"

　　Countless memories of ghost shepherding came to my mind, and a mana grew and worked within the body.

　　After ten breaths, Lin Feng opened his eyes, and his bright eyes were full of surprises.

　　"Sure enough, the traverser, how can there be no system?"

　　"The system may be late, so you must not be absent."

　　"And my system is the sorcery automatic full-level system."

　　"Any sorcery, as long as I learn it, it will automatically reach the full level."

　　"It's precisely because of the existence of this system that I spent ten years of ascetic cultivation in Maoshan, and none of the Maoshan techniques have even started."

　　Lin Feng muttered to himself.

　　He thought he was going to live an ordinary life, but he didn't expect that God was waiting for him here.

　　"Witchcraft can allow me to cultivate magic power and become a warlock in just ten breaths, but I can't get started in Maoshan art for ten years... So sorcery is sorcery, as long as it can become stronger, it doesn't matter. "

　　Firmly convinced, Lin Feng took out the black bag that Shi Shaojian gave him.

　　Now, his ghost shepherding skill is at full level, but he can see from the same that this black bag is made of black cat skin.

　　Black cats are psychic and have a lot of yin. Therefore, many ghost keepers like to use black fur to make ghost bags to keep ghosts, which are convenient to carry around.

　　"A fierce soul, just right to be my first ghost slave."

　　Feeling the movement inside the ghost bag, Lin Xi's eyes flashed a stern look.

　　The soul that has just died and is separated from the body is called a ghost.The ghosts go up, they are fierce ghosts, evil ghosts, serious ghosts, ghost generals, and ghost kings.

　　In ghost shepherding, although there is a method of extracting life and refining evil spirits, these all take time and are cultivated slowly.

　　If there are ready-made evil spirits, it is naturally the best.

　　Although his ghost shepherding technique has reached the full level, because he has not refined ghosts, at this moment, he is able to reach the level of a warlock.

　　From low to high, Taoist monks are divided into warlocks who are just getting started, wizards who have achieved a little cultivation, great masters who have already entered the room, and then there are earth masters and celestial masters.

　　Lin Feng is now a warlock, and in the realm, he is comparable to the evil spirits among the ghosts.

　　Immediately, he activated his mana and poured it into the ghost bag in the palm of his hand.

　　In the ghost bag, the ferocious spirit sensed the crisis and suddenly became restless.

　　From time to time, small bags were bulging on the ghost bag, and that was the ferocious spirit who went mad in it and wanted to escape.

　　However, it has no chance.

　　The cold mana drilled into it, refining its shape.

　　After half a stick of incense, there was no movement in the ghost bag.