I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 17 The Underworld Ghost Shou, Plotting Three Thorns
The power of the vegetation faded, and Tang Ping felt the power brought to him by the body of the tree god.

What a magical power.

This power cannot be described in words.

The whole person seems to have really become the god of the forest, every plant and tree is an extension of his body, and he can control the growth of plants and trees at will.

The skin of the tree is hard, rooted in the earth, infinitely powerful, invulnerable, much stronger than its own soul and body.

Many unforeseen things have happened in the past four years.

From nowhere, Cui Yue, the lady of Cui, got on the footsteps of Empress Shuigui, and became the right-hand man of Shuigui.

The old man Gongsun is weak, and he doesn't seem to have a long life span. He probably won't last long.

After four years of training, the Zhang family boy in the world has also become a young man with high martial arts skills, especially after practicing the ten-step killing technique.

At present, a tribe has been established with the savages in the nearby Danjiang area, and the leader of the tribe is in the name of Zhu Rong's descendants.

In addition to teaching martial arts, Tang Ping also taught many later generations the art of ruling and the method of opening up wasteland and farming.

This world has a vast territory, which is different from the ancient times in the previous life.

Due to the vastness of the land, the power of the country is distributed in dots, and there are other powers in the middle, such as barbarians, aliens, and savages.

These people are not orthodox, are not Chinese, and are not even qualified to farm land for the lord.

Only slaves and people with official status can farm land for the lord.

Chinese people can farm land and serve as soldiers.

Soldiers are soldiers, and soldiers are soldiers. Savages and slaves are not qualified to be soldiers at all.

He asked Zhang Qi to change his thinking, and recruited the savages as aristocrats, promising to give them the status of countrymen, regardless of whether they were high or low, they could serve as soldiers.

At present, Zhang Qi has gathered more than 1000 people in the Danjiang area. Relying on the eight armors bestowed by Tang Ping, the eighteen knives finally took root.

Now dormant and rooted, one day in the future, he will regain the position of the Patriarch and avenge his relatives.

Tang Ping jumped into the shade of the tree and found ten orchids in the shade, and the other five were planted later.

The faint blue orchid, with a weeping eye in the middle, is weird and beautiful, with a kind of sad beauty.

"Crying eyes, crying eyes, why are you sad?" Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh.

Do you lament your fate of becoming a chopping board fish?

Tears flowed from the eyes, and they were caught with porcelain bottles.

At this time, the ten orchids looked straight at him, with astonishing hatred in their eyes.

Hate the sky, the earth, and the creatures.

Tang Ping shook his head and left immediately.

This eye is not the eye of a real person or a ghost, but the product of the condensed resentment of heaven and earth.

Below, the frog had already collected mature ghost spirit grass, jumped onto Tang Ping's shoulder, and hugged a pile of grass like offering a treasure.

"That's right, take care of the house first, hide beforehand and let the paper figurine take action."

Tang Ping glanced at the paper figurine hidden in the shade of a tree intentionally or unintentionally.

Twelve paper figurines are the pinnacle of ghost origami, and a maximum of twelve can be controlled at the same time, each of which is equivalent to the combat power of ghosts, although their strength is not very good.But it is enough to watch the house.

The frog nodded, and Tang Ping rushed into the deep mountains and old forests.Along the way to the upstream area, suddenly jumped into the water.The next second the water came out, and beyond the dark green river was a ghost market full of people.

Some sell human hearts and livers, some sell all kinds of strange weapons, and some specialize in ghost altars and command flags possessed by ghosts.And all kinds of herbs, animal bones, exercises and so on.

There is a group of patrolling ghosts on the street.

He wears a white pointed hat on his head, green will-o'-the-wisps floating around his body, and a long knife and sword across his waist.

Tang Ping came to old man Gongsun's shop and wondered, "What are these?"

"Patrolling ghost soldiers sent by Tang God."

The old man Gongsun leaned over his desk and looked up. When he saw that it was Tang Ping, he ignored it.The two have known each other for many years and have worked together many times.A tacit understanding has already been formed.

"Why did you send troops here suddenly? Could it be that you can't control the ghost market?" Tang Ping asked, but Tang God has indeed kept a low profile recently.

"What else? I'm about to die." The old man Gongsun coughed several times, and his body was a little weak.

"Dying soon? Can this die too?" Tang Ping was a little surprised.

"Of course, it's all guessed by the old man. It may be a trick to lure the snake out of the hole. Tang God likes to use this trick the most."

"You mean wandering gods and ghosts also have life span?"

"Of course, You Shen's lifespan is only two hundred years old, and Tang God has dominated the underworld for more than 200 years. Counting all kinds of natural materials and earth treasures, it is estimated that it has only been in the past ten or ten years. Cough cough cough."

It was only then that Tang Ping realized that Youshen's increased lifespan was only 200 years, and that Tangshen was originally just a wandering god.

But Tang God is different from others. Tang God was a shaman enshrined by the Zuo family before his death. A shaman is not a single practice lineage, but a respectful title for a monk with status.

Witchcraft connects heaven and earth, and communicates with heaven, earth, people, ghosts and gods.After death, he can quickly break through from the ghost, which is several times stronger than people in the same realm. In addition, Tang Shen is the peak of wandering gods, so he will naturally hold all ghosts and gods to death.

"Since it is the peak, why not break through?"

"It's easier said than done. This side of the underworld is poor in resources and lacks yin energy. It is impossible for it to break through. If you want to break through, you have to go out directly. Otherwise, why did Tang God start a war against the surrounding forces every time the yin energy was strong?"

As a Yangjian cultivator, old man Gongsun understands this all too well.

The underworld is different from the yang world. Although the yang world is divided into different countries, ordinary people always go in one direction and always go abroad.

The underworld is a closed world, distributed in a dot shape. The underworld is like a mortal city. Nature cannot create it with uncanny craftsmanship. It must have sufficient resources (yin energy) and population.

Therefore, Tang God always wants to go out, lay down more yin and yang soil, and use more resources to worship himself.

"I see…"

Tang Ping suddenly realized.

If it is true as Gongsun guessed, it is estimated that Tang God will not sit still, there will be a bigger war next time, and within ten years, the underworld and the mortal world will participate.

The time can't be too early, the enemy is on guard; the God of Tang is old, so there can't be more than ten years.

"Mr. Gongsun, have you found the Shahun technique I want?"

"I found it. There is only one continuation of the Yin Gathering Technique. This is the most common exercise. There is no way to condense the evil energy. At most, you can only practice to the late stage of the evil spirit."

The old man Gongsun gave Tang Ping a strange look, "It's strange, with your Shahun state, if you take refuge in a wandering god general, you will have a skill? Last time the ghost market recruited patrol officers, you didn't fight."

"You are timid, there is no way. Old man, I bought the exercises."

"The timid doesn't live long, and the evil soul's lifespan is only [-] years old. Without enough resources, it's not feasible to just cultivate with a dull head. You have to fight! What do you think of Xiao Cui's current status?

You have known each other for more than ten years, how is she now, how are you now? "

Old man Gongsun felt a little sad to see Tang Ping wasted so much in his old age.

"Haha, it's not speculative, old man, here's the exercise, I have something to go back in a hurry." Tang Ping said haha, and took out the sack full of materials from the storage bag.

"Take it away, take it away." The old man Gongsun didn't even look at it, and immediately waved away people.

"goodbye!"

After leaving the ghost market, Tang Ping shuttled through the dense forest.

God helps me too!

I have a lifespan of one hundred and twenty, and after a few more years of practice, another dark deed will be completed, and my lifespan will be increased by a few decades.

Round up to two hundred.

As long as you survive to the end, even if you don't become a talent, you will still be an old ghost with the most experience.

If you devote yourself to cultivating without lack of resources and skills, if you break through the Wandering God and kill other ghost generals, then it will be no problem to win the land of three thorns.

Time is in my hands, so why bother to fight in a hurry?

(End of this chapter)