I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 5 I am Youdu Tinghou, and there are two thousand stones in the tomb!
Under the blood moon, Ha Chi went out quietly.

The door is open.

Tang Ping sneaked into the darkness.

Although there are other ghosts living in this place, it is actually not easy to be discovered when they come out.

The nearest old Zhang's house was twenty feet away, and there were tree whiskers hanging in the middle, which blocked the sight.

In addition, Tang Ping lives at the edge of the shade, and a few steps forward will lead to deep mountains and old forests.

Tang Ping entered the forest. Since he practiced Yin Gathering Art, his soul body has become much stronger, and his endurance and speed have increased.

It's a pity that it's not a ghost, it would be great if it could fly and pass through walls.

He was hanging a few hundred meters behind Hachi.

This guy has eyes in the back of his neck, it's not good to be found.

Ahead, Hachi was marching upstream along the mountain stream.

"This time, I must make a fool of myself."

Ha Chi secretly made up his mind that he should not be bullied anymore.

What I get from Lao Zhang is the revelation from God to me.

No wonder Lao Zhang lived so long, but this old man is a waste, who has no chance but doesn't know how to fight for it.

To live in this world is to fight, to fight for survival in the front line of life and death.

Compete with the sky, compete with the earth for treasure, and compete with people for victory.

Just as he was thinking, he gradually came to the upper reaches. There was a thick green mist in front of him. Lights flickered in the green mist from time to time, and faint voices could be heard.

quack quack...

At this time, at the top of the tree, a blue-eyed crow suddenly called out.

The sound startled Hachi.

"What the hell, get lost."

When a person is down and out, even crows look down on him.

flop flop.

At this time, the crow flew up.

Whoa!
The crow exhaled black air, soared into the sky, and swooped down.

"Quack quack..."

"Not good! Help!!"

Whoa!
The crow landed and turned into a pitch-black hand, scratching half of Ha Chi's body.

"No, my lord, please forgive me, I dare not..."

"A mere mortal ghost, who can't even see through a small illusion, dares to come here..."

Whoa!

The dark wind blew past, and Ha Chi's soul flew away.

……

Tang Ping was surprised when he saw the grass several miles away.

"Sure enough, there is a routine. Tang Ping, Tang Ping, you are still drifting away. After learning some spells, you want to come out and wander."

Fortunately, I was cautious, or kept my mind.

In fact, I don’t have hope for the so-called ghost market in this world. There is no special human market order. Once outside, it depends on the fist.

Tang Ping turned around and went back.

It's better to be cautious, not to fight with these gang kings.

Isn't the ghost market just a place to trade supplies.

Now you can maintain your practice even by fighting wild monsters.

When the cultivation base is strong and the soul body can no longer be maintained, then consider the ghost market.

Tang Ping sneaked back on the way again.

After passing by the old Zhang's door, he paused again, then returned home, took out a new wooden board and threw it under the old Zhang's bed.

"Wait for the next predestined person, hehe..."

Let's see which guy who is obsessed with interests is willing to find the way for himself.

Don't blame Tang Ping for being insidious, who let you into other people's houses?If there is no such evil thought in my heart, wouldn't there be no follow-up?

Thereafter.

Tang Ping didn't go out of the gate, and he hardly took part in adventures except for hunting.

As far as he is concerned, he has a plan, and he has not encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, and he does not need to fight for resources.

Time passed.

Three months have passed.

Changdao Liu started a new round of search.

"Boss Heimugui speaks out, all [-]% will be drawn from now on!"

The ghosts dare not speak out.

Tang Ping vaguely guessed something, recently heard a lot of rumors, it seems that the black wood ghost is fighting a certain hostile force.

In the Underworld of Three Thorns, the order is also very chaotic.

Tang God doesn't care about ordinary things, and turns a blind eye to the power of his subordinates. As long as the tax is enough, he doesn't care about anything else, no matter how his subordinates fight.

Some ghosts are beautiful today, but they may be dead on the streets the next day.

After practicing for three months, Yin Qi reaches the thickness of a little finger, and ghost fire balls are fast and accurate.

But Tang Ping didn't want to expose it.

Still the same sentence, he has treasures in his body, why bother with others for something, isn't it good to practice lying down?
Of course, Liang Zi of Changdao Liu must be recorded, and there will be opportunities to clean up in the future.

Another three days passed.

night.

The sky was cloudy and windy, the blood moon was covered by dark clouds, and the cinnabar moonlight floating on the earth disappeared.

Inside the cabin.

Tang Ping was surrounded by Yin Qi, completely covering his body.

boom!
At this time, Tang Ping opened his eyes, with a blue light in his eyes, and a chilly temperament bloomed.

The proficiency of polyyin technique is perfect.

Whoa!
At this time, Gao Dice emerged into the void, and this bluestone slab exuded an ancient vicissitudes of life, shining bright blue light, hanging above his head.

Tang Ping's whole body was shrouded in blue light, and his soul and body changed.

The blue-gray face turned into black and white magic lines, the magic lines were dark but not obscure, the black iron was shiny, and the ghostly aura was mixed with divine power.

Tang Ping fell into a mysterious realm.

The surrounding scenery disappeared, and the body seemed to be absent.

Chaotic, silent, cold.

After a long time, Tang Ping's body appeared in the void, still the body of a god with a black and white mask.

Immediately afterwards, a huge monster appeared in the darkness under his feet.

Not seeing the head but not the tail, the whole body is composed of earthy yellow essence, which seems real or illusion, with nine curves on the body, just like a yellow dragon.

Looks like a living thing, but not like a living thing.

Compared with it, Tang Ping is like the sea with a thin needle.

"Background?"

In ancient times, myths also had concrete forms.

An ancient book says: "There is Tubo in the ground, who guards the door, and his body has nine bends."

This is not a god, but people's abstract concept of the earth, and only later generations can be deified.

Is there no underworld priesthood in this era?

Relying on his own archaeological knowledge, Tang Ping roughly deduced the truth.

At this time, the world changed again.

Eight stone gates appear in each of its eight directions.

The stone of Shimen is simple and simple, with simple and simple patterns, which are arranged in eight trigrams.

Boom boom boom...

Pieces of blue bricks fell from the world, engraved with ancient ghost-making symbols on them.

It fell towards him, eight or eight 64 blue bricks were piled up into a tomb bag, and Tang Ping was buried in it.

Immediately after Gao Dice fell into the grave bag.

Seal the soil and bury the volume.

Tang Ping only felt a mysterious aura falling from the nine heavens and rising from the underworld, and two streams of energy merged into his body.

Swish!
Tang Ping woke up suddenly and found himself in the wooden house.

"This is the end?"

Tang Ping looked at himself in surprise, and he was relieved when he found that there were not a few parts missing.

Immediately summoned to tell the policy.

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Boundary: Underground Lord Third Class, Ghost

Lifespan: 22 years.

Pact: no
Supernatural powers: gathering Yin (0/1000) (small success) ghost fire (300/1000) (small success)
The realm has changed from the unopened underground master to the third-class underground master, and the column of Ming Qi has also removed the unopened words.

Sensing the information in the mind, and then sensing the lines on the face.

Only then did Tang Ping really confirm that he had become an underground lord.

Although the strength has not changed, the identity has undergone a huge change.

Tang Ping wanted to roar and vent his emotions, but he was afraid of being exposed, so he just waved his fist silently, his tone flat but excited.

"Haha, I am the Lord of the Underworld! Youdu Tinghou! There are two thousand stones in the tomb!"

The scene just now is equivalent to conferring a title on earth, which means that he is formally recognized by Gao Di Ce.

What is an underground lord?Youdu Mingzhu also.

The Lord of the Underworld is a priesthood of the underworld. It looks humble and humble, but it actually has great potential for development.

If the Lord of the Earth and the City God are officials under the centralized system, then the Lord of the Earth is the title of the Lord under the enfeoffment system.

The former needs the imperial edict of the emperor (Heavenly Court) to have power, and the status can be deprived at any time, and the power is relatively one-sided.Land can only be in charge of land, not water, forests, houses, or communes.The City God can only be in charge of the city, not the soil, water...etc.

The latter is a title. Take the Western Han Dynasty as an example. Even the lowest ranks, Tinghou with hundreds of households in the city, have the power to start a government and build a country, and they can grasp the government and military wealth.

Of course, under the centralized system, the population is large, and the heads of townships can be thousands or even tens of thousands, and a county can easily be 10,000+.The productivity is even much stronger than that of a small country under the feudal system, but he is still a lord, which is a gap in personality.

Therefore, the underground owner looks humble, but in fact the development potential is not low.

Tang Ping digested the information in his mind.

In addition to the third class of underground masters, and because of the new entry, it is actually not high. It is equivalent to an unemployed casual official in the world, free, with only a "family house".

Corresponding to the subterranean owners, there is only the "Hao Society", which, as the name suggests, is a place with very small management.

Now he can condense the pact.

Ming Qi, also known as land purchase roll, writes one's own name and the scope of the land on it, which means that one owns the land.

Of course, in Gao Dice's explanation, the land that Ming Qi can develop is not just land.

"Households can be big or small; if the mountain is not high, it will be named if there are immortals; if there is not much land, it will do if there are things..."

Or just this room?
No, Tang Ping immediately denied this idea, it was too stretched, there was nothing, at most it would add a little bit of yin after condensing.

"Have it!"

Tang Ping opened the door and looked at the banyan tree not far away.

The tree embraces six people, and only one house occupies the land, but the shade of the tree covers half a mile.

"That's you!"

(End of this chapter)