I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 48

The body of the dragon slowly surfaced.

The leader was dead, the Huanlong clan was defeated, and the dragons fled in all directions, even devouring the leader.

"Surrender! We surrender!! Huanlongshe and his people come to surrender!"

A middle-aged man in animal clothes with tattoos on his face led his tribe to kneel down.

"Don't move!!"

Hungry wolves, fierce tigers, eagles...surrounded the Huanlong warriors from all directions, Zhang Wulang held a bow and arrow, and stared at the leader of the Huanlong with blue eyes.

Although he didn't draw the bow, but as long as there is any change in the leader in front of him, he guarantees that his own bow and arrow will arrive first.

"The leader is dead! The leader is dead!"

Suddenly, a member of the Xiong clan shouted.

Everyone hurried forward.

In the woods on the edge of the tidal flat, Xiong Ying's tall body was leaning against a tree, with his head down, motionless, with blood slowly dripping down his chin.

Zhang Cong stood beside him, his eyes were red.

Xiong Man pushed away the crowd with a look of disbelief, not believing that his father was dead.

My father is a first-class hero, who brought out the big Xiong clan from a savage.

Killing bears by gods, fleeing thousands of miles, settling downriver... without exception, there is a father figure.

I didn't expect to reach the end of my life today.

"Brother Ying said before his death that if something unexpected happens, you will be the next patriarch. Please forgive me. Brother Ying is just returning to the embrace of the gods;... prepare to accept surrender, the chief culprit is killed, and the rest are pardoned. This is to enhance your prestige Opportunity."

Everyone cannot escape death.

At this time, the current was surging again.

When everyone went to see the corpse again, they saw a yellow dragon biting the dragon's neck and dragging it into the water.

"This is the aura of the god, it should be the mount of the god."

At night, the sun sets.

The top of Meishan Mountain, this mountain is not too high, it is very steep, like a green sword, straight into the sky.

On the top of the mountain, there are five-color altars, surrounded by moxa smoke.

Zhang Cong is dressed in red and wears a ghost mask to sacrifice to heaven.

There were cattle, sheep and pigs on the altar. Even though there were [-] captives, there was still no human sacrifice.

The patriarch of the Huanlong clan and the great witch Chengjing knelt in front of the altar.

"Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"

Whoa!
A dark wind suddenly picked up, and a three-eyed spirit who was stepping on a dragon loomed indistinctly.

Then disappeared into the clouds.

"Also ask the gods to give instructions!"

Zhang Cong asked, and then burned the tortoise shell with flames.

"kill!"

Seeing the lines on it, Zhang Cong got down immediately.

The warriors on both sides raised their knives and dropped them, and the heads of two good men fell to the ground.

For some reason, when Xiong Man saw the surging blood, he felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and he had a desire to feast on it.

Above the clouds, Tang Ping looked at the humans below.

"This is the second generation."

Zhang Cong, Xiong Man, Zhang Wulang, and barely counting the tree-human Mu Huanu.

These are the geniuses of the second generation.

Each person is endowed with different talents, born with supernatural powers.

Casually practicing for more than ten years can enter the evil soul, and some are born in this state.

This is the footsteps of the nobles in this world. They are born with the blood of the strong. Through later development, they can practice faster than ordinary people and have stronger supernatural powers.

Sometimes it is not to blame for the solidification of the class in this world, the strong are the upper class no matter where they go.

This is why Tang Ping doesn't like going out to fight for resources.

I don't know how others are following, and I may not be better at this than others.

Others can plunder a large amount of resources in a short period of time, and immediately break through to a very high level in just a hundred years.

What I am good at is the proficiency brought by Gaodi Ce, and I can't give up my strengths to compare with others.

It must be drawn slowly.

Fortunately, my life span is actually not bad, and I can survive.

night.

Tang Ping falls into Zhang Cong's dream.

Looking at the majestic god like prison, Zhang Cong knelt down and saluted.

"Meet the gods."

"Good job, thank you for your hard work." Tang Ping praised, "Talk about Yangjian Dojo, I am going to build a dojo in Yangjian."

"Sure, there are two types of sacrifices in Yangjian Dojo. One is human sacrifices. There are men, women, and children. There are 72 people in total, and two nobles with blood. In the future, there will be sacrifices ranging from two people to 20 people every year, and the gods will use your divine power again. It can maintain a piece of shady earth in the world."

The advantage of this method is that some ghosts and gods can stay in the yang world.

No matter what the cultivation level is, it can be stationed in Yangjian.

Ordinary ghost soldiers can be stationed, as can the spirits that can only come up on July [-]th.

If you want to take the initiative to attack, you need a large-scale blood sacrifice to artificially create an environment similar to July [-]th.

If there are ghosts, gods and demons sitting in a power.

Ordinary tribes don't dare to provoke them. After all, there are many ghosts and gods, and the number of demons is strong, and they are their base camp.

The major events of the country lie in sacrifice and Rong.

The original meaning of this remark lies in this.

Tang Ping came up this time because he wanted to completely restructure the Xiong clan.

To turn a family into a country, the last thing to do is to be a baron.

No matter how much time, at least there is a goal.

This is the basic requirement of Shen Yu and the four rituals of heaven and earth.

This is called official sacrifice.

"No, I am the righteous god of heaven and earth taught by Taiyi, and I don't eat human sacrifices."

Tang Ping flatly refused.

Just as he knows his strengths are telltale.

Xiong's advantage is that it does not sacrifice blood and can divide the fields.

Otherwise, who would want to suffer with you in this deep mountain and old forest.

If the Xiong family becomes like this, wouldn't it be good for others to take refuge in the Wu family?

"Another way?"

"I don't know." Zhang Cong felt ashamed.

"..."

Tang Ping was speechless.

But think about it, sacrifice is an advanced technology, and Zhang Cong knows that one is already very good.

After all, it was originally a small family.

There is no way of offering sacrifices, and there is no extraordinary power to sit in the city, which is also the reason why many tribes cannot establish a country.

After all, it is not the world of the previous life, where more people can build a country.

Without sacrifices and systems, we can only be counted as tribes, and there is no country.

"The subordinates are incompetent, and I have no contact with the methods of sacrificial rituals such as breaking ground, opening up wasteland, town houses, offering water, offering sacrifices to the army, and activating blood."

"...You eat the South Bank first, and then talk about it later, the god has his own way."

"Why don't you go north and get it from the original Zuo family or Wu family?"

"No, go south first, and then go north. The population does not exceed [-], and those who don't have enough energy can't go north."

Going south is similar to the Wuyue Lingnan area in the previous life, where there are wilderness everywhere.

Now that there is enough time, if the first generation fails, then the second generation, if the second generation fails, then the third generation, and one day it will be developed.

The establishment of a great country is inseparable from the exposure of the ancestors and the cutting of thorns.

"As ordered!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dream disappeared.

outside world.

Tang Ping flew into the water, turning himself into a statue of Sikong, a man and a fish.

Although it is not his own territory, it is like a fish in water.

Zhang Cong's words just now reminded himself.

Perhaps we can start with the Wu family.

Aren't there two Zongmu wizards in the underworld?Especially Wu Ming, who is said to be the eldest disciple of Zongmu Dawu.

This has to be figured out slowly, and he has one more thing to do next.

Into the water thirty feet.

There is an undercurrent ahead, and a dark waterway at the bottom.

I don't know how long it will take to follow the undercurrent into the dark passage.

Whoa!
The sound of the water suddenly became louder, and Tang Ping fell down the waterfall.

This is a cave with green glowing mushrooms on the walls.

The fog bursts, and the cold wind blows from nowhere.

Under the green light, this place seems like a hell.

Fortunately, I am a ghost, so I am not afraid of these things.

Tang Ping looked around and saw this hole just now, but he didn't have time to come over.

There are fallen scales and bones everywhere in the cave.

There are also several storage pockets with litter scattered around.

"what?"

Tang Ping stepped forward quickly, and found a few pieces of turmeric, saltpeter, and some worn-out paper among a pile of sundries. A few lines of words on it seemed to be the content of the magic ginger and saltpeter method.

"Chou Sheng?"

It turns out that Qiu Sheng didn't break through successfully, nor did he not want to become a ghost, but was eaten by a dragon on the way.

The pile of sundries nearby should be born of hatred.

While Tang Ping was rummaging, he also found some pieces of mica and a map-like thing under the pile of debris, and more importantly... the lotus leaf bag under the map.

He unwrapped a wet lotus leaf bag and sniffed it carefully.

"Jade medicine? Old man Gongsun?"

(End of this chapter)