I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 11 The evil spirit of wandering gods, the myth of Jingchu (for further reading)
Deadwood Ridge.

As the name suggests, it is a mountain forest full of dead trees.

Under the dark sky, dead trees stretch out their teeth and claws, like wires embedded in the earth.

The top of Kumul Ridge is a stilted building made of dead wood.

The whole body of the stilted building is painted with crimson paint, and the blood-red pavilion is five feet high. In this dark night, there is a kind of horror that shocks the eyes and ears.

In the main hall sat a black wood ghost who was as tall as a house, with the same skin as the dead wood outside, golden eyes, and hair like black wire.

Beside him were more than a dozen strangely shaped evil spirits.

Some had their heads cut off, some had their heads fired, and some had double heads.

Part of the evil spirit is due to the practice of cultivation, which leads to weird appearance.

Most of the descendants of the Zhurong family became fire ghosts after death, and the descendants of the Gonggong family became water ghosts. Different aliens have different abilities.

Humans do not have innate abilities, but they have a high affinity for the essence of heaven and earth, so they can be regarded as a panacea-like physique with many possibilities.

The old ghost with the red umbrella is in it, and it is different from the appearance in the eyes of outsiders. Now it is not the old ghost holding the umbrella by himself, but a woman in red with a red gauze covering her face.

The woman fits perfectly with the red umbrella, as if this is the owner of the red umbrella.

"Tang God retreats, the ghost generals of all parties can't hold back, let's find a chance to teach centipedes a lesson."

"My lord, the other ghost generals seem to be making moves. Why don't we wait for a while to avoid being attacked by them."

A ghost came forward and said.

"It doesn't matter, the old centipede and the armored zombie don't deal with each other. Zhurong's fire ghost and Gonggong's water ghost are incompatible. Each does its own thing, and no one interferes."

"Also, the Great Demon Ceremony is coming soon. There are at least [-] ghosts in the Deadwood Ridge. Let them go to the battlefield as much as possible. If there are more pawns, our casualties will be less. There are not many centipedes. They will arrive in a while. Warehouses receive supplies, which are used as hard-working money for conscription.”

"Yes!"

The ghosts disbanded.

The female ghost beside the old ghost turned into light and merged into the red umbrella, and the red umbrella fell into the hands of the old ghost.

He walked out of the wooden building.

On the way, I thought about my own strength in my heart.

Heimu ghost is not very reliable, and wants them to catch strong men, how can strong men be so easy to catch.

And the money for hard work is not enough, maybe a little subsidy is needed.

I have a total of six men who can spell, fifty ghost soldiers.

These standing forces.

If we want to catch another two hundred ghosts, we can just throw some weapons at random.

The old ghost thought of Tang Ping.

This kid is not bad, and he deserves to be recruited by himself.

Thinking of this, the old ghost headed for Tang Ping's retreat with an oiled paper umbrella.

Under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping woke up leisurely, and the black and white magic lines on his face slowly disappeared.

"Hey... Gathering Yin still doesn't work."

Yin Gathering Art is just a superficial method of absorbing Yin Qi, and it is the limit to practice it to the realm of Shahun.

The proficiency of the Perfection Realm only increases the quantity of yin force, and cannot produce a difference in quality.

The key to the soul of evil lies in the word "sha".

The word "sha" refers to evil spirit, which is formed by the condensed turbidity of heaven and earth.

There are many kinds of evil spirits, such as Heishui evil spirit, Gengjin evil spirit, Taiyi Xuanyin evil spirit, ghost fire evil spirit and so on.

The ghost itself is born after the destruction of the living body, just like a raw egg that has been peeled off, it is more fragile than a mortal with a body.

If you want to become stronger, you must directly own a body.

Another way is to use natural essence to form a protective shell.

This shell is evil spirit.

Tang Ping had to find a way to condense the evil spirit before he could enter a higher realm of wandering spirits.

Above the Ghost Soul is the Sha Soul, and above the Sha Soul is the Wandering God.

Because it is separated from the classification of souls to some extent, it is called a god.

Heimu ghost and other ghost generals are in this realm.

A wandering god in this realm already has a body-protecting evil energy, and he can use the body-protecting evil energy to wander around at night without the need for July [-]th, and the wind of the world can't cause him any harm initially.

"It's so difficult for mortal ghosts to practice, how nice it would be to have a body."

Tang Ping couldn't help sighing.

Humans in the world can be called disabled if they lose one toe, but those who lose their entire body are not disabled among the disabled.

It's no wonder that in myths and stories, old Taoist priests who have practiced for more than ten years can beat old ghosts who have practiced Taoism for hundreds of years.

The heel of ghosts is indeed worse than that of ordinary people.

Tang Ping stood up, eyes flashed between his brows, and after taking a look at the territory as usual, he walked out the door.

"Master Tang!"

"Master Tang!"

The ghosts who were watering the cotton greeted each other.

Since they were assigned to govern the banyan forest, the titles of these ghosts have changed again.

A senile white-haired old man came forward with several starving ghosts.

"My lord, the harvest has not been good recently, why don't you report it to the ghost boss and take a little less share, so that we can live a better life?"

"Yes, Lord Tang, I really can't go on."

"Master Tang is generous, so he naturally thinks of his brothers."

Tang Ping sneered, staring at everyone: "Do you think I'm easy to talk to? This year's harvest is low, and there's nothing to eat. Why don't you see what's hidden under your bed?"

None of the ghosts here are normal people. Normal people die naturally seven days after death, so why suffer as ghosts in the underworld.

Seeing that he was usually low-key, he wanted to come over and cover himself up.

Seeing Tang Ping's expression was wrong, all the ghosts hurriedly apologized and left.

"We have to find a chance to get them away."

The shady soil is not big, so there is no need for subordinates to manage it for the time being.

Besides, without someone I trust, the secret of the underground master cannot be revealed.

As far as he knew, there seemed to be no priesthood in the surrounding area.

The so-called God of Pond is just occupying the mountain as the king, and does not have the ability to control nature and become one with nature like himself.

Whoa!
At this time, another burst of fog hit.

The old ghost came with four armored ghost soldiers against the backdrop of the green mist.

"All ghosts, assemble!"

With a loud roar from his subordinates, all the ghosts rushed over.

"Five catties of ghost rice per person, all of them will be enlisted in the army later, and there will be no need to grow cotton in the future, and the black wood ghost will take care of the food for you."

The faces of all the ghosts were ashen, and they could only be grateful again and again.

The old ghost stepped forward and patted Tang Ping on the shoulder kindly. He should treat capable ghosts with respect, otherwise it would be a loss if he ran away.

"The old man mentioned you to Boss Heimugui."

Tang Ping looked flattered, and said in surprise, "Oh? What did Boss Heimugui say?"

"Boss Heimugui thinks you have potential. This is a good opportunity. If you work harder, you will be able to take the lead when you break through the realm of evil spirits."

"Come."

The old ghost conjured up a sack.

"Thirty catties of ghost rice, a long knife, and three bottles of fox blood. I can't stay in this small place anymore, and I will hang out with the old man in the future."

The old ghost continued to draw big cakes.

This method is not bad against ordinary ghosts, but it is obviously not up to standard for modern people like Tang Ping who have experienced fancy cakes.

"Thank you, sir, for your support. I am very grateful. Shall I go with you now?"

"Correct."

"Can you let me pack my things?"

"A stick of incense."

Looking at the back of Tang Ping returning to the house, the old ghost was a little complacent. After all, he was still young and couldn't stand the temptation.

boom!
This time!

A black shadow broke out of the house.

"Haha! Old ghost! I'll go! Thank you for your kindness."

Tang Ping's long laughter came from the void.

"Chase!"

The old ghost's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly sent someone to chase after him.

All ghosts follow.

boom!
Since the war, the situation has changed.

A hundred miles of dark clouds, a black wood ghost and a huge centipede are fighting above.

"Bug, how dare you sneak up on me! Die!"

The ghosts fought hard.

Half a mile above the shade of the tree, Tang Ping lay leisurely in the shade of the tree, basking in the gray sun with the moon-shading spell covering the outside world.

A few years ago, Mrs. Cui also wrote to say that she had gathered a few monks to fish in troubled waters, so Tang Ping naturally found excuses not to go.

He and Mrs. Cui are just a casual acquaintance, and the other party helped him a little, but it was just a means of communication.

Tang Ping is not a fool, he wouldn't think that others really like him, right?

Day after day of war.

Tang Ping simply set fire to the cotton fields, most of the trees and houses.

Rather than letting others search for it, it is better to burn it on its own initiative, which is not a good thing.

Without cotton and blood vines, no one will control this place in the future.

It means that you can farm with peace of mind.

Tang Ping's dream is to be free and free.

Just like the gods such as Taiyi and Yunzhongjun in the Jingchu mythology that I often heard before.

Carefree and comfortable, majestic but not cramped.Roaming around in a dragon cart all day long, flirting with the clouds in idleness.

"Before I died, I heard that someone had met Yun Zhongjun in Yunmengze. Maybe one day, I could drink with him and enjoy the flowers."

"Haha, that's really a beautiful thing, Yun Juan Yun Shu, carefree."

Boom boom boom!
Green fire, black soul, red flame, white smoke... colorful things exploded in the sky.

It's really... fireworks

(End of this chapter)