I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 45 The Family is Prosperous, Nanan Huanlong Family (for further reading)

"This kid is quite miraculous."

Zhang Cong thought to himself.

This is just like Xiong Ying's third son, born to control flames and feed on fire.

What ability does my own son have?

It seems that this is a sign of family prosperity.

Roar!
At this time, there were bursts of roaring from the bottom of the mountain, mixed with the sound of human beings crying in horror.

Zhang Cong handed his son to the old woman, walked out the door and looked into the distance, he saw many strange beasts one foot long, with scales on their backs and abdomens, and sharp teeth like knives suddenly sprang out of the water below the mountain.

This is the Nai (Niantuo) dragon, also known as the pig-po dragon.

There is something like a chair on the back of the dragon, on which sits a strange man with tattoos and fish gills.

It was these people who controlled the dragon and attacked the Chinese people on the shore.

The people of the country had been prepared for a long time, so they picked up the guy and started fighting with this group of people.

Zhang Cong flew down the mountain to support him.

This is the Huanlong family from the south bank, who has been fighting with the Xiong family from outside for several years.

The two ethnic groups, one on the south bank and the other on the north bank, have frictions from time to time.

This is the power of the wilderness.

It was also the reason why the original Zuo family and Wu family were unwilling to step into the suburbs.

Because it took too much effort, at some point a powerful force would appear to fight in the ring.

Now the Wu family claims to be sitting thousands of miles southeast, but in fact the core area is only a hundred miles away.

……

In the underworld, Tang Ping sucked evil spirits.

After a long time, with the improvement of his proficiency, he received his skills again.

"Huh..." Tang Ping walked out of the wooden house and let out a long breath.

Look around again.

The ghost soldiers took care of the plants, and Zhang Qi manipulated twelve paper figurines to open up wasteland.

Now there are more than [-] acres of ghost rice fields and more than [-] cotton plants.

In a few years, Wu Yang's evil spirit will soon be exhausted.

At that time, you can look for the evil spirit of Greenwood Ridge.

Are you running out of Greenwood Ridge?

It is estimated that another evil spirit will be found.

This is where the difficulty of congealing evil lies.

Otherwise, after so many years, there would not be only eight wandering gods, but there are hundreds of evil souls.

One is difficulty and the other is quantity.

The evil spirit that does not enter the stream is so condensed, if you want a more advanced one, you can only look for it all over the world.

It often happens that someone is too ambitious, finds some high-grade evil spirit and starts to practice, but in the end, they can't find it later, and they are trapped to death.

If the earth python didn't come out like this, Tang Ping would probably have to find a lower-grade evil spirit with a larger quantity to practice.

Even the original blue fire was enough.

"It doesn't matter so much, practice first."

Tang Ping continued to immerse himself in the fire and refining medicine, and did not move except to get water from Yangjian.

Cultivation has no time.

Eight years passed quietly.

On this day, inside the wooden house, Tang Ping's body had turned pale yellow, and Wu Yang's evil energy had been exhausted.

"Greenwood Ridge..." Tang Pingping's face was covered with wood patterns, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

In eight years, the number of aquariums has broken through to eighty.

There are fifty ghost soldiers, and forty or fifty ghosts of the Xiong family are incomplete. These are all used for farming.

The yin soil broke through a hundred feet, and the banyan tree covered a mile and a half, growing three meters high.The water pool expanded to a radius of fifty feet.

Maohou's sphere of influence expanded to a radius of three miles.

"Old mandrill, I'm coming down to buy evil spirits."

"Oh? Are you ready?"

"Ah."

Getting the evil spirit, Tang Ping took advantage of the blood moon to return to the banyan tree.

It's time for a big gift.

It was back to the scene where the demons danced wildly.

There are ghosts and gods fighting everywhere, and lonely ghosts look like crazy demons, regardless of the consequences.

The last time dozens of ghosts attacked this place, Zhang Qi led his troops to kill a lot of them, making this place a forbidden place for lonely souls.

All of this stems from the war a few years ago, and many strong men turned into ghosts and came to the underworld.

Each has an old department, so it is naturally a bloodbath.

Not only in the underworld, but also in the yangworld, there are people vying for the dojo.

Wandering God has a special altar for worship in Yangjian, except for the official Shenyu, the others are basically the same, and some offer twelve sacrifices a year.

These also have ghost grabs.

Especially the three wandering spirits, centipedes, centipedes, and fire ghosts, who were originally enshrined by the Zuo family, life became even more difficult.

The sky is bright and bright, and the bottom is quiet and quiet.

Tang Ping was not in a hurry to practice, but lay in the shade of a tree to observe for a while.

All kinds of colors are reflected on the faces of black and white ghosts and gods, and the brows and blue eyes are staring up.

"There is no difference between this underworld and the underworld."

Tang Ping sighed.

It's nothing more than a change of place.

Above ground space becomes underground space.

This so-called underworld does not have the facilities in the myths and legends of later generations.

It is said that there is a ghost gate on July [-]th, but in fact, there is no ghost gate that restricts ghosts and gods.

Ghosts and gods with a certain strength can enter and exit Yin and Yang freely, and even bring their own subordinates in and out of Yin and Yang.

"Perhaps that's why there is a popular culture of witches and ghosts in this world."

Tang Ping didn't like this chaotic and evil environment in his heart.

Especially when the aristocrats of the Yin and Shang dynasties seemed to eat fish heads with chopped peppers and human heads cooked in a cauldron, they felt more and more uncomfortable.

Cannibalism becomes civilized, but non-cannibalism becomes barbarism.

Tang Ping was too lazy to watch these battles, so he should improve his own strength first.

Another long retreat followed.

The proficiency of the bait refining method slowly increased.

Six quotas have been saved, and four are given to samurai in the world.

Keep two for spare.

Inside the hut.

Tang Ping held his breath, concentrating, summoned the earth python, and simultaneously opened the three bottles storing the withered bones.

The dark evil spirit floated out.

The earth python evolved five sense organs, swallowed the dead tree evil spirit in one gulp, and then spit out yellow evil spirit several times smaller than this.

"It's not bad to transform one bottle of Jiuyou Huangquansha into three bottles of incompatibility."

Currently Tang Ping is quite satisfied.

For the next period of time, Zhang Qi and the frog will have full authority over external affairs.

Don't ask for much, just hang on.

If you need supplies, let Zhang Qi take herbs and salted fish to the ghost market to exchange.

this day.

"Shenhou, there is a seeker outside who claims to be a centipede."

"Let him in." Tang Ping already knew.

A middle-aged man walked in, his appearance was ordinary, and his eyes changed color from time to time.

"Are you about to break through?"

"It's not time for breakthrough yet." Tang Ping said with a smile, "What is your Excellency doing here?"

"In exchange for some supplies, I have a low-grade phantom mirage crypt in the mortal world, can I exchange this?" Centipede asked, his savings were running low.

"of course can."

Tang Ping agreed.

But I was a little strange in my heart that I actually used the word "seeking to see".

And it's still real, what do you want to do?
Do you want to grab something?
"I heard that you have a good relationship with Shandrill, are you his subordinate now?" Centipede asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Tang Ping became alert and said, "Exactly, we are also drinking buddies, haha."

"I see."

Centipede looked around, his complexion uncertain, his eyes flickering, and he said, "Do you want to cooperate in a vote? Our two families are together, anyway, we are all excluded ghosts."

"Forget it, if my ability is not good enough, I won't join the team."

"Hmph, timid, you don't want resources to break through the realm? We have known each other for many years, and I have to remind you that you can't do it if you don't work hard. It's better to rely on yourself than others."

Centipedes seem to hate iron for steel.

"Don't dare, I'm timid."

Tang Ping repeatedly declined.

Centipede had no choice but to pretend to leave easily.

After the person left, Tang Ping sneered.

This guy is trying to kill two birds with one stone.

On the one hand, it is for fighting, and on the other hand, it is also for their own land.

No matter what, if he went to the battlefield, he would definitely die inexplicably.

If he hadn't used the name of the mandrill man, he would have robbed him long ago.

"Hmph, play tricks with me."

In the underworld, absolutely cannot trust any ghost.

He used to keep saying that there is no way to refine weapons, but this guy's shop has been selling magic weapons.

Come here in person now, presumably the situation in the underworld is indeed not good.

No matter what, let's break through first.

All resources are fake, and the evil spirits that do not flow into the underworld also exist in the major forces of wandering gods.

Zhang Qi went to the ghost market to set up a stall again, and it was almost enough to exchange the elixir.

Now that you have guaranteed steady progress, why bother to create unnecessary needs for yourself?
Sunrise and sunset.

A full 20 years have passed.

In the world, the land of the Xiong clan.

Xiong Ying, who is close to 70 years old, still looks like a man in his prime. He has a lifespan of 120 years during the bait period. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, maintaining his appearance is not a big problem.

On this day, bad news suddenly came from the mountain.

In his 40s, Zhang Cong, who looked like a middle-aged man, came here.

"The Nan'an Huanlong Sect has a demon that eats Qi (Wandering God)!"

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