I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 38 Nine Serene Yellow Springs, Greenwood Mandrill (for further reading)

sun room.

Dan water.

The mountains are densely forested and the peaks and peaks are undulating.

Even in broad daylight, mist can be seen rising between the mountains and forests from time to time.

A strange figure in a white feather coat and a wooden indigo mask suddenly appeared.

The scorching sun made people dizzy.

Tang Ping came to Yangjian again.

The Fayan opened, and colorful lines appeared around it.

Under the eyes of the law, the evil spirit is actually quite easy to find.

It just doesn't meet your requirements.

Tang Ping looked around while walking.

The colorful glow in the sky, shouldn't it be displayed by the practitioners swallowing clouds and mist?
"Haha, it's really interesting."

Tang Ping couldn't help laughing.

The gods in this world are real and interesting, and they never hide from people in practice. No wonder there are so many legends about encountering gods.

But think about it, since they are so powerful, it is mortals who should hide.

Tang Ping came to the woods where the survivors of the tree people lived.

This place has been cleared ahead of time, and Tang Ping is the only one left.

There is a large hole three feet wide in the ground ahead.

Tang Ping walked up to it and watched.

This was the first time I saw the place where the tree people lived. I remember that the leader of the tree people planned to sacrifice blood to this cave.

Whoa!
Suddenly, blue flames erupted from the hole.

The fireworks were hot, the air twisted, and there was a strange smell of sulfur.

Tang Ping took out the jade.

Approaching cautiously, black dragon-shaped patterns manifested on the topaz.

The top-grade evil spirit is in the pattern of dragon, phoenix and unicorn.

It was indeed a high-grade evil spirit.

Before the flames disappeared, Tang Ping quickly took out the jade bottle he had prepared in advance.

This jade bottle is pitch black, with mysterious patterns poured on it from bronze.

This is an evil spirit bottle, which was bought in a ghost market half a year ago and is used to contain evil spirits.

Open the mouth of the bottle and inject Yin power.

A suction force sucked the flames into thin lines and put the evil spirit into the bottle.

Tang Ping took a look with his eyes and saw that there was still a lot of blue in the ground. After the bottle absorbed it just now, the blue became a little lighter.

About three full breaths?
I hope to enter the realm of wandering gods after three times.

Tang Ping returned to the underworld, under the banyan tree.

wow...

The vegetation is so crazy that it is as tall as a person, and the tree trunks are covered by tree whiskers, making it invisible to outsiders.

Tang Ping took out the bottle.

Prepare to absorb evil spirits.

He stroked the hot bottle with a serious expression on his face.

Absorbing evil spirit is a dangerous job.

The essence of the soul body is Yin Qi, in a translucent form, afraid of wind, fire, thunder, electricity, and light in the yang world.

There are only yin crops in the underworld, and there are many types of resources in the yang world. If ghosts want to become stronger, they must go in and out of yin and yang.

The soul body needs to absorb turbid qi, which is evil qi, and then absorb clean qi, which is gang qi.

The combination of clear and turbid can be normal, and at this time it can be called Yangshen.

Tang Ping recited the mantra silently.

"The heaven and the earth are natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious and empty, and there is nothing like the twilight."

Evil Qi is external air, so you must be extremely careful when absorbing it.

Otherwise, there is a danger of physical and spiritual destruction.

sizzle...

Suddenly, an earth python crawled out of the ground. The earth python had only eyes and no other facial features. A huge mouth full of sharp teeth was split on its head.

His eyes flickered with eagerness.

"Huh? You want?"

It was the first time Tang Ping saw the earth python showing such a look.

Simply pass it to the soil python.

hiss……

The earth python opened its mouth and sucked in, and the extremely hot blue fire couldn't do any harm to it at all.

After absorbing the evil spirit, the earth python suddenly exhaled a bright yellow breath.

This gas turns into a flood dragon.

Bright yellow scales, golden pupils, five claws like an eagle, nine-curved body shape, and a hint of fierce eyes.

Through the eyes of the law, we can know that this kind of evil spirit is also evil spirit.

There are various essences of earth, nine secluded, dark, and cold.

Tang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then laughed freely: "Haha, that's how it is!"

The earth python is the essence of the earth, and at the same time it is also a kind of turbid air, which accommodates all things.

As long as it feeds its evil spirit, it can cultivate this evil spirit.

In the shape of a dragon, it is naturally a top-grade evil spirit.

There is also the thickness of the earth and the coldness of the underworld.

Tang Ping looked at it for a long time. The curved body and the changing mist looked like a stream.

"Just call you Jiuyou Huangquansha."

In this world, the term Huangquan appeared for the first time.

Compared with the fiery flames, this evil spirit undoubtedly made Tang Ping the most comfortable.

He carefully used the bottle to absorb the evil spirit of Huangquan, mobilized the Yin energy, and absorbed it into his body bit by bit.

Several hours later, a ray of evil spirit from the underworld was absorbed.

Originally, the blue-gray color was close to the physical soul body, but it was faintly yellowish.

Tang Ping confirmed again and again that it had indeed changed a little.

The evil spirit will indeed change the image of the soul body.

Both the black wood ghost back then and the centipede now.

Will he become a dragon in the future?Or a god surrounded by dragons?
It's quite domineering to think of Jiaolong wrapping around its body.

For some reason, Tang Ping suddenly remembered a scene where a group of treants who kowtowed and called "God of Fucking Jiao" couldn't help but shudder.

Absolutely not, it must be corrected.

The name of the tree god can be scribbled a bit, but the main body underground master must be loud.

Tang Ping continued to practice.

a few days later.

Under the banyan tree, the three eyes of the black-clothed ghost opened at the same time, and blue light burst out from both eyes.

Lunar Evil Evil Secret Method (1/1000)
"It's finally finished." Tang Ping exhaled.

This is much harder than imagined.

There is no big or small success in this method, as long as the upper limit is reached.

But there is no other kind of kung fu that needs to absorb evil spirits to grow if it is practiced every day.

But there is no rush, he has plenty of time.

The 180-year lifespan has only taken more than 30 years.

Now most wandering gods in the underworld can't survive themselves, let alone the evil soul with a lifespan of only 80 years.

At that time, the Dawang Banner will have to be changed again.

When Tang Ping was practicing.

The green mist seems to be alive, and it permeates like a tide.

The blood moon in the sky was covered.

A figure enters this realm.

This person has white hair and a green body, his body is covered with a layer of three inches of white hair, he looks like an old ape.

This is the mandrill known as the old devil, the new owner of Deadwood Ridge.

Mandrill looked around curiously.

"The vegetation is growing well, and it is a ghost that knows how to take care of it. There is no bloody smell, and no human sacrifice is required. Well, it is in line with the natural way."

The mandrill kept walking until it saw a huge banyan tree.

Immediately couldn't help but marvel: "It's really an amazing creation."

At this time, the grass and trees parted, and a person appeared.

This person's skin is brown wood grain, and there are blue magic eyes between his eyebrows, which was originally transformed by Tang Ping.

"Your Excellency must be Maohou, right?" Mandrill asked.

"Exactly, what material does the old man want?"

Tang Ping probably saw this person's strength clearly through his eyes.

Wandering God, viviparous, human.

Judging from its appearance, could it be the one from Kumuling?
"The old man heard that there is a Maohou who is good at planting, so I have time to take a look."

Mandrill laughed.

As a foreigner who eats wild fruits and grows spirit grass, he is not full of blood and evil like those wandering gods, and his personality is not surly and violent.

"Haha, welcome, welcome, the wooden house is simple, how about sitting under a tree?"

Tang Ping pointed.

Kaka…

Roots grow from the ground, and the roots form a table.

The shade of the banyan tree is separated, revealing the blood moon alone.

"So magical!"

The two sat down, and Tang Ping produced two bottles of narcissus wine.

The mandrill took a sip, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Good wine!"

Mandrill thought to himself, this Maohou is also a wonderful person.

This time I came here to see how this neighbor is doing. I have heard of his reputation for being good at planting before, but I never thought that his personality is quite appetizing.

"This is narcissus wine? This wine has a strong fruity aroma, but I haven't drunk it for many years."

After several rounds of clinking glasses, Tang Ping pretended not to know, and said, "My old man's name is Gao?"

"My family lives in Lvmuling, and my name is Shandrill." For fear that Tang Ping would not know, Shandrill added, "Greenwood Ridge was originally called Kumuling."

"So it's like that, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

A mandrill is an old ghost, and an old man is an old man, no wonder people call him an old ghost.

Tang Ping also intends to make friends. This ghost seems to be okay, and we can cooperate with each other in the future.

Of course, Tang Ping wouldn't flatter or curry favor either.

At least within one-third of an acre of land, Youshen still couldn't beat him.

Coupled with so many great spells, he also has the combat power of wandering gods.

"Goodbye, my little friend will sit at Greenwood Ridge another day."

"Of course."

Tang Ping nodded in agreement.

The days that followed were simpler.

Farming, training soldiers, condensing evil spirits, going to the ghost market, and occasionally visiting Lvmuling, only drinking and chatting, but did not make any demands.

Despite the turmoil and turmoil in the outside world, I will stand still.

It's another year of Spring Festival.

(If you have any comments, feel free to ask. The younger brother will usually read it. And do you think there are few updates recently?)

(End of this chapter)