I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 13 General Frog, Head of the Tomb Gate Pavilion (for further reading)
"Little bastard, stop for me!"

Hearing Tang Ping's words, the little frog suddenly shuddered, frightened, and then bounced to the sky very nimbly.

The palm-sized body instantly turned into a small dot.

How could Tang Ping let this little frog slip away from his territory.

Two tree whiskers flew into the sky, trapped the frog's hind legs, and pulled him down to the ground.

clack clack...

When it got to the ground, the frog still didn't give up. The lotus leaf on the top of its head lifted off into the air, turned slightly, and a circle of golden light shot out, cutting off the tree whiskers, and the frog jumped up again.

This time Tang Ping started directly, and suddenly flew up, pinching the frog's body.

"squeak……"

The frog squeaked.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Ping fell to the ground.

"Where did the little frog come from, how dare you steal my things."

Tang Ping poked the little frog's white belly with his index finger.

It feels surprisingly good in the hand.

This frog does not have the slippery and wet touch of other frogs. It feels a bit like silicone, soft and cold.

The lotus leaf frog seemed to have a premonition that something was wrong, and immediately burst into tears, looking pitifully at Tang Ping with an innocent face.

"Can you understand me?"

"Quack." The little frog nodded, tears falling like pearls.

"Why steal?"

"Quack...quack..."

The little frog looked blank.

"You don't know you're stealing?"

"Ah..."

"I see."

Tang Ping believed it.

Rats never feel that they are stealing when they carry food. When they are beaten to death, they may still wonder why they have worked so hard and ended up like this.

Without him, people and animals have different positions.

When a frog sees something to eat in the wild, its first impression is that it does not belong to human beings. It may be a gift from nature.

Of course, after all, he was eating his own food, so Tang Ping would not let it go easily. He rolled his eyes and thought about it.

The smile on his face gave the little frog a bad premonition.

"Do you want to eat more?"

He poked the frog's belly lightly with his fingertips.

"Quack!"

"Okay, but you can't eat it now. When it grows up later, eat as much as you want."

The ghost spirit grass is equivalent to the leeks in the underworld, about thirty yuan a piece, which is equivalent to the price of a catty and a half of ghost rice.

Generally, after cutting once, it can grow again in a month.

Therefore, the required earth and shade conditions are relatively high, and ordinary soil cannot be planted.

Of course, Tang Ping is an underground lord, who can artificially adjust the atmosphere of the earth and has control over the land.

This is something that other ghost kings and demon kings who occupy mountains as kings cannot do.

They can do dot matrix at most, or a few small spells.But it needs to consume mana and resources, which is different from Tang Ping's costless things.

And if this formation is built on Tang Ping's own land, it can make this thing useless at any time.

I am the earth.

"Quack quack."

The little frog readily agreed, watching Miaozi drooling, but held back.

Tang Ping took out some ghost rice and let the little frog eat it.

By the way, make a tree hole in the tree, this is the home of the little frog.

"Little toad, don't steal it from now on!"

Tang Ping scolded with a smile.

The frog took off the lotus leaf hat, croaked a few times very seriously, and at the same time realized that the name was wrong, puffed up his cheeks angrily, and his small golden eyes bulged.

"Call you little frog from now on?"

"Crack."

"Xiaoqing?"

"Quack quack."

"Okay, I am the Marquis of Youdu Ting, so I will confer the title of General Frog! Head of the Pavilion of the Tomb Gate!"

Tang Ping laughed out loud, in a coaxing tone.

The frog spun around excitedly, as if he was right, that's the way to do it.

"The chief of the Frog Pavilion listens to the order! Watch over Yintu and make no mistakes!"

"Quack! Quack!"

The frog spun around in excitement.

Since then, one person and one frog have lived in harmony here.

After Tang Ping observed secretly, he no longer doubted it.

The frog does have heels, and it should be a heterogeneous species with innate abilities, as can be seen from the lotus leaf hat on its head.

But what does this have to do with me?without hurting myself.

In this cold and lonely underground, it can be regarded as being accompanied by someone.

Tang Ping didn't want to recruit ghost soldiers for the time being.

The first is that they cannot be trusted, and the second is that the land is too small to support.

Besides, there is no fixed income, no ghosts to trust.

It has been less than three months since the opening of the gate of hell.

Tang Ping devoted himself to practice.

There are still more than 200 points to reach the perfect state of ghost fire technique. This time I will focus on this technique in retreat.

The bombardment range of the ghost fire technique now exceeds ten feet, and the speed is much faster than when it was first practiced.

This time, the realm of consummation should be greatly increased.

After going to the yang world, there is also a certain amount of self-protection power.

Tang Ping changed the state of ghosts and gods, and he was integrated with the surrounding world, absorbing the Yin Qi of the world, and his meditation speed was extremely fast, and he could practice the Yin Gathering Art once in less than half an hour.

After that is the Wood Control Jue.

Underground Lord Dharma Eye.

All the rest is handed over to the ghost fire technique.

The Moon Shading Curse itself is a small spell, and the proficiency has been cultivated to the peak, and the progress bar has disappeared, so naturally there is no need to practice more.

Tang Ping has a large number of ghost rice and blood bottles, and he doesn't worry about running out of energy.

The fifteenth day of the full moon.

The banyan tree under the blood moon is cold and lonely, as if it has been like this since ancient times.

The little frog lay on the branch, looking at the blood moon, its small body trembled, and seemed a little scared.

But when he saw the wooden house below and the big tree behind him, and tightly hugged the tomb-suppressing wooden sword that Hou Ye boss had cut for him, the frog fell into a deep sleep.

Tang Ping went out in the dark.

Came to the upper reaches of the mountain stream and waited for half a day nearby.

After almost all the ghosts coming and going disappeared, a dodge jumped into the water.

Whoa!
Standing up from Youlv Changhe, I came to Ghost City again.

Tang Ping was wearing a mask, covered his face with the moon-covering curse, his eyes were blocked by the mask, and he could still see clearly the lines of different colors in this space.

Those with red lines on their bodies are living people, those with only yin energy are ghosts, and there are some black and red mixed in. Could it be a demon?

Tang Ping came to Old Man Gongsun's shop.

"Senior, I'm here to buy something."

The old man Gongsun raised his head, the room was still dark, the heavy light and shadow made the tattoos on his body seem to come alive.

"Oh, you orchid boy, what, did you succeed?"

The old man Gongsun had a hint of sarcasm in his expression.

"It's almost there, just short of crying eyes."

"What a big breath, how tall is the bone? How many petals are the leaves? What color is the root system?"

"The bones are three inches long, the leaves are four, and the root system is black during the day and red at night."

Tang Ping didn't answer any questions.

"what."

The old man Gongsun suddenly looked at him differently. This kind of plant that is extremely difficult to survive can grow alive. It seems that he is a talent, and his cold expression eased a little.

"What do you want to buy?"

"Healing medicine."

Jade Medicine will not buy it.

Now I have more than 2000 on my body.

"The old man has a slow medicine and a strong medicine."

"The slow medicine is used once every ten days, and it recovers in one month without any sequelae."

"Where's the strong medicine?"

"The strong medicine is refined from the fungus in the coffin of old corpses. If you are seriously injured, take it immediately. It can guarantee that the combat power will not drop within half an hour. The aftereffect is that after taking it, you will be covered with zombie red hair, and it will take half a month to dissipate."

"A strong medicine, a slow medicine."

"Five hundred each, a total of one thousand, let's count you nine hundred and ninety."

A rare discount for the old man.

"Senior, do you have a more reliable channel to buy spells?"

"Almost none. There are nine false ones and one true one in the ghost market. Do you dare to bet? But the old man has a volume of fighting methods with the top weapons in the world, and it only costs seven hundred coins."

"Okay, give me one."

Tang Ping felt a little sore.

It's all money.

Knowledge is wealth, but I don't know how to use weapons. The Ghost Head Saber is a weapon full of blood and evil. If it is used properly, it may not be able to explode with greater power.

The old man turned around and took out a gray book with "Ten Steps to Kill" written on the cover.

After trading items.

Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree.

With the supplies, just wait quietly for the gate of hell to close after a few days.

Perform the first reentry.

(End of this chapter)