I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 42 Mountains and Wild Immortals, see the picture with a poor dagger. (Seek to follow up)
"How about handing over half of the harvest?"

It seemed to be a discussion, but there was a hint of refusal in the tone.

Yuren, this clan is arrogant and arrogant, and despises everything.

The biggest king of the Yuren, Cancong, is called Baidi, who lives high in the Cloud Palace on the top of the mountain. If others call him the Emperor of Heaven, they can see their arrogance.

Arrogant, arrogant, supercilious.

Your Dayi merchant is the "God", and the Great Shu Kingdom is the "Emperor of Heaven".

Yuren was suspended in the air, with a hint of contempt and disgust in his vertical pupils.

Feather people live a long life, and they are very disgusted with death. Even after death, they will not be turned into ghosts, but will disappear into the world. They look down on all short-lived species.

Not to mention these ghostly ghosts.

Tang Ping and the old mandrill looked at each other.

The mandrill is obviously also afraid of these feathered people.

"Okay, I am willing to pay half of the harvest."

The mandrill had no choice but to give in.

Tang Ping also agreed.

"That's good, Wu Yang, Ming, and Ge. The three of you will guard the underworld in the future and be responsible for collecting taxes."

Yurenlu didn't want to stay any longer, and continued to fly to the next place to inform other forces.

The whole of Hades will be harvested by them.

The three wizards should not be the legendary Zongmu wizards. Under the display of Tang Ping's Fayan, they only have the strength of Shahun.

"In the future, we will come to the door to receive the goods in person on the fourth ceremony every year, and I hope you will not slack off."

The three Zongmu people gave their addresses.

It is located on the edge of the cliff where the original sacrifice was made.

There is a palace on the edge of the cliff, which was originally the location of the Tang God's descendant Mang Taiwei and a group of wizards. Later, after they ran away, this place became vacant, and this time it ushered in a new owner.

"Too deceiving!!"

After everyone left, the mandrill couldn't help cursing.

"Hmph, the wicked have their own grind."

Tang Ping's smile wasn't real.

"I'm going back first, I'll come and get it later on about the evil spirit."

The difficulty in absorbing evil spirits is one to absorb evil spirits, and the other is to find evil spirits.

Tang Ping's earth python is not bad, other people can only absorb the same kind of evil spirit, if the amount of evil spirit is not enough, they can only search all over the mountains and plains.

"Okay, let's talk about what you need."

Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree, then quickly dodged underwater.

"Xiaoqing, order all the aquariums to hide! Hide in the underwater palace."

As soon as Tang Ping came back, he gave Xiaoqing instructions.

Although Xiaoqing was puzzled, she didn't doubt anything.

It was covered with dragon armor all over, stepped on the lotus leaf cap, and with a whoosh, shot out of the water like a rocket.

quack quack!
After a few frogs croaked, there was a swishing sound from the surrounding mangroves, and many fish, shrimps and crabs came out.

Twenty of each kind, a total of sixty aquariums.

"It's not peaceful outside during this period, you should hide for a few days first, and then you have to hide every time there is a big ceremony."

"Yes!"

Heifu Blackfish, Chifu Lobster, and Gray Crab said in unison.

These few are about to become demons, and they are about to break through to evil spirits.

"Come with me." Tang Ping said to Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing put away the dragon armor, swallowed it in one gulp, and then jumped onto Tang Ping's shoulder.

Tang Ping only felt a sinking feeling. He poked the frog's stomach and said helplessly, "Don't lie on your stomach next time. I don't know how much you weigh?"

"Croak." The frog was dejected.

Three days later.

Xia Daxuan ceremony.

It's another group of ghosts fighting and enjoying sacrifices.

The sacrificial offerings are held four times a year, and the offerings and Shen Yu are both good things.

Although most wandering gods also have their own altars in the mortal world, they are still not as luxurious as this official one.

The war affects the economy, especially after being so drawn, the major forces are getting poorer.

Soon, the ceremony is over.

The eight wandering gods of the underworld, except for the mandrill, all participated.

This time, Zhu Rong Huogui took the lead.

This ghost has tattoos all over his hair, a fire dragon on his feet, and most of the fire ghosts around him.

Not only took Shen Yu, but also ate many virgins.

"Shen Yu..."

Tang Ping's eyes flickered.

From the point of view, Shen Yu has the purest energy, which is more than all the sacrifices on the altar combined.

If its energy is absorbed, the territory will definitely skyrocket.

Now we either have to wait for the founding of the Yangjian Xiong clan, or grab one, but we have to wait until Youshen.

The most urgent thing is to stock up on more panaceas and evil spirits.

The former can guarantee a smooth breakthrough, and the latter naturally needless to say.

At this time, a cloudy wind blew over.

Whoosh!
A tall man with vertical eyes.

"Sorcerer Yang."

Before Tang Ping sensed this person coming, he immediately turned into a face with bark on his face.

The frog and Zhang Qi around him immediately turned into a harmless appearance.

Wu Yang nodded, looked around, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

There are still a lot of spiritual things planted in this place, and some are growing.

Youlanlu has twenty plants, plus thirty seedlings that are about to grow.

There are twenty sunflowers and thirty seedlings.

The ghost rice and cotton that are still nearby are not too important.

This person's stuff is good, second only to the mandrill.

"Have you finished the harvest?" Wu Yang asked.

"Well, it's ready." Tang Ping was serious and couldn't see the expression on his face.

Then he opened the storage bag, and poured out a bunch of Youlanlu bottles and melon seeds, as well as a small amount of ghost rice.

Wu Yang was also very trustworthy, and only charged [-]%.

Before leaving, I couldn't forget to look at this shady land.

From his point of view, it might not be Tang Ping's strength, but it might be that this Yin soil is powerful.

"Quack quack!!"

After the people left, Xiaoqing's cheeks puffed up with anger.

"Shenhou! Give me a soldier and horse, and I will kill this person."

The master humiliated his minister to death, and Zhang Qi couldn't bear it anymore.

In his opinion, as long as he intercepts and kills on the way, he is [-]% sure to kill this person.

"No hurry. Don't just know how to fight and kill. He died as soon as he came out of us. What if he is exposed? It doesn't matter whether this person dies or not. The key is our plan."

Tang Ping spoke righteously, but his flickering eyes undoubtedly revealed his true inner thoughts.

"Even if you want to kill, you have to do so in a low-key way... Zhang Qi, Wu Yang's name is written in the book, and it's at the top of the list!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Qi took out a pen and wrote the word Wu Yang before Yu Renqing's name.

"Continue to farm, and be optimistic!"

Then another year passed.

The Jinghuai War is not over yet.

With the exploitation of the Wu family, not only the ghost market has fewer things, but the ghosts in the underworld are poor, and Tang Ping can even clearly feel that the Wu family is also struggling.

On this day, Ghost City.

Tang Ping exchanged things with the mysterious man.

The dead air on this person became more and more intense.

Seeing this, Tang Ping couldn't help but say:

"Friend, are you about to break through the wandering god? Why don't you give it a last shot, I will pay [-] yuan to buy your cultivation method, take this opportunity to try again, what if it succeeds?"

The mysterious man hesitated for a moment, but finally did not nod.

"Go after shopping!"

"Next time, next time I will go to the Changguan, and I won't know the year of the monkey when I come out again."

Tang Ping laughed.

Now supplies are scarce and everyone is in danger.

This guy should be a Sanye Sanxian, and the only way to obtain materials is through the ghost market. I'm afraid life is hard now.

Tang Ping has been grinding this guy for almost ten years.

Although I failed every time, I feel that I can really succeed this time.

In this way, he can independently produce the elixir without being controlled by others.

Another few months.

July fifteenth.

Tang Ping came back after enjoying the mortal sacrifice.

Under the banyan tree, Frog, Zhang Qi, and a group of ghost soldiers were squatting on the ground holding bowls to eat.

These ghosts are now being led by the frog to become more and more outrageous.

Each of them has a cautious personality, and I don't know who I learned from.

At this time, another ghost fog hit.

A vertical-eyed man with vertical pupils came from the ghost fog.

"Wizard Yang? Today is not the time to hand in, there is nothing here."

Usually, the four rituals come, so why did it appear on July [-]th?
Tang Ping was a little strange. He had been watching this guy for more than half a year. Except for collecting taxes, this guy usually didn't show up at other times, which made it easy for him to find.

"Don't pretend, you guys are the richest, give me some first, and next time I'll lie about your harvest and pay less tax." Wu Yang had a faint smile on his face, "I don't want more, [-] Wen, Ten bottles of Orchid Dew, and one hundred sunflowers."

Wu Yang pressed on every step, and when he came, all the ghost soldiers behind Maohou stopped talking, and they were even too frightened to look up at him, especially the old man.

It seems that he still has some prestige.

Maohou, who has the highest cultivation base, seems to be just a newcomer to the Shahun, how can he compare with himself, the peak of the Shahun?

"This...is not in compliance with the rules, in case someone finds out..."

Tang Ping pretended to be in trouble, thinking in his heart that he would return to his old business.

"Don't worry, I'm here privately this time, and no one or ghosts will know."

At the same time as Wu Yang said these words.

Suddenly, I felt the surrounding quiet down.

I saw the people on the opposite side looking at each other with weird smiles on their faces.

The old man Zhang Qi took out a strange notebook, and the frog covered its mouth vigorously, as if holding back a laugh.

"What's your attitude?" Wu Yang was angry.

"Hahaha!!"

Instead of being afraid, the ghosts laughed loudly.

Tang Ping smiled brightly, without the submissiveness just now.

"No one knows? Then you dare to come?"

boom!
(End of this chapter)