I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 25
Yin Qi attached to the body surface, wriggled slowly, and slowly merged into his body.

The blue-gray translucent skin became more and more solid.

After reaching the realm of wandering gods and absorbing the evil spirit of heaven and earth, he becomes no different from ordinary people.

Of course, the body shape will change due to evil spirits.

For example, centipedes, some water ghosts and fire ghosts.

It looks like a monster, and the main body may be human, but it is because of the evil spirit that the shape of the body has been changed.

Ghosts are the most like normal people. The higher you go, the more strange the ghosts are due to the practice of exercises.

After two bottles of spiritual water and a pair of elixir, it is enough to consume to break through the realm.

After a long time, Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, and the magic lines on his face gradually faded.

"It's finally done!"

Tang Ping let out a breath.

This process took three years.

Slower than I imagined.

The Yin Qi in the body can no longer be described in terms of size, it is like a stream, trickling.

Of course, it's just spinning around in the dantian.

Ghosts don't have meridians, so they can't carry out the cycle of heaven and earth, allowing the yin power to grow naturally.

Even the term dantian is empty, but the abdomen where the yin power is located is like dantian.

If ghosts want to become stronger, they can only calm down and practice.

Most of the ghosts, or monsters, because of the meridians, practice with twice the result with half the effort.

Even if the cultivation is successful, if there is a little loss here, a little lack there, and a little leakage tomorrow, the exercises will fade due to the influence of various states.

Even Tang Ping, after practicing the sequel, felt that it was too difficult to complete a complete practice.

In the future, as the exercises become more advanced, it is common to expect a progress in the next two or three days.

Of course, Tang Ping still had confidence in his heart.

Because of the existence of Gao Dice, the progress of cultivation will only increase but not decrease. Coupled with the long life span, it is only a matter of time before becoming a talent.

Tang Ping opened the panel.

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: The third class of the underground master, the middle stage of the evil soul

Lifespan: 150 years.

Ming deed: Maohou tree deed.Mau Lease. (Unopened)
Supernatural powers: Continuing Yin Gathering (1/4000) (Dacheng) ……………

Still a third-class underground master, the realm has become the middle stage of Shahun.

The continuation of the Yin-gathering technique has achieved great success, and the number has almost doubled.

It takes six years to practice two points a day.

This was something Tang Ping did not expect.

The life span was increased by another 30 years.

Now the wandering gods of the underworld have basically ruled for more than a hundred years. Tang Ping spent more than ten years of life, and the remaining life span is enough to kill this generation of wandering gods.

"There is one more Ming contract. Next time, it may be in the late stage of the breakthrough, and the breakthrough will be made after the late stage is cultivated to perfection."

That is, the realm of wandering gods.

Then in the mid-term of the wandering god, there is one next level of the wandering god.

Tang Ping probably figured out the pattern.

"This time, let's test whether the world can be established."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

In fact, there is a better choice.

That is the dojo where ghosts are formed.

But the difficulty is very high. It takes time to conclude a dark contract. If it is long, it will be calculated in hours, and if it is short, it will be calculated in minutes.

There will be certain fluctuations in the middle, no one will notice this in the wilderness, but it is impossible not to notice it around people, right under their feet.

Tang Ping wanted to reject these unsafe factors.

"There are still three to five months until July [-]th, and we will see the outcome then."

Tang Ping put his mind away.

Come to the place where the magic beans are grown.

Over the past year or so, another sacrificial ceremony took place, and the shady soil centered on the banyan tree grew another ten feet, turning into five feet of yin soil.

That is more than 16 meters.

He looked at this so-called Magic Bean from the Western Regions.

It may be the bad soil of the Western Regions. In order to save nutrients, this plant has no leaves, just a long reed-like thing.

There is a long, plump pea pod growing on it, which is pitch black.

The earth dragon mobilizes the earth's atmosphere below to automatically create an environment suitable for planting.

On the surface of the magic bean of the Western Regions, eyebrows and eyes are faintly formed.

"Magic Beans from the Western Regions..."

This bean matures for three years and bears fruit three times a year. After the last number of times of fruiting, it will completely wither.

Seventeen may have a total of 51 magic beans.

"Zuo Zongzi occupies [-] pieces, it is impossible to give them all to you..."

Tang Ping laughed.

When he decided to find someone to invest in this land, he wanted to squeeze out more of the investor's principal.

This is a normal operation in modern society. Sometimes the first bucket of gold for entrepreneurs is precisely the money of investors.

The most stupid thing is to work hard and create benefits for others.

It just makes other people schedule more work.

The real way to play is to fool them and let them see the results, but it is still almost successful.

At the same time, it gives investors a sense of dependence that they cannot do without themselves.

Just one knife away, just one knife away, and you can make a lot of money...

Most of these people end up taking advantage of others, even if they make a small profit, it is not enough to recoup their capital.

Of course, it was impossible for Tang Ping to do this.

He specified that Zuo Zongzi should pay back his capital and make a small profit, but the big head must be his own.

Tang Ping thought while weeding.

clap la la...

The breeze blows, the branches rustle.

In the dark environment, the swaying branches are like monsters baring their teeth and claws, oozing terror.

There were a few faint green eyes staring in this direction, the hidden emotions in the eyes were difficult to understand, and then quickly disappeared.

"Quack." The frog jumped on his shoulder, as if to remind him.

"Not urgent."

Tang Ping saw all this in his eyes, and a strange smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

Rat spirit... Heimu ghost...

The frog shivered and jumped away immediately.

This weird smile came out again, what a scary human being.

Deadwood Ridge.

Paint the palace.

He was three feet tall, dressed in a black robe, and his green pupils revealed an evil spirit from time to time.

The mouse spirit knelt in front of him and returned to life.

"Don't panic, don't rush to do it. When it is about to grow, use your method of escaping to steal it. Don't let him catch it."

"Yes!"

……

Inside the wooden house, Tang Jing sat and practiced, and the black and white magic lines of the body of the gods emerged.

The forces here are about to be reshuffled.

Tang God is about to die, for the rule of Yang, for the stability of the underworld, and the smooth transfer of power, some people are bound to be buried with him.

In addition, there are wandering gods like the old man Gongsun who are hidden, and the hostile feathered forces in Yangjian.

Anyway, he is not optimistic about the Zuo family.

Now many resources are in the hands of the aristocratic family, such as exercises, seeds, and prescriptions.

In the future, as the realm improves, it will become more and more difficult to obtain cultivation resources.

Either join forces, or just rely on luck.

This time I contacted Zuo Zongzi to save up something.

This is safer.

It's July [-] again.

sun room.

A dark sky without stars.

Above, Yin Qi enveloped the tree god's body.

He was high above, overlooking thousands of Xiong clan members below.

The blue smoke is misty, and the singing is bursting.

The ceremony is becoming more and more formal, which means that an ethnic group with a core culture is about to be formed.

Although he is just a savage and a stolen beef cattle, he has a vague division of labor and has his own culture and consciousness.

Sacrifice and Rong.

All have systems.

Tang Ping vaguely saw a new country rising.

"Through the road, the blue thread will open the mountains and forests. I am the Lord of the underworld, the only priest, and I will live forever. Let me witness the rise of this country."

(End of this chapter)