I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 62
Under the blood moon, all the ghosts stood up.

Looking at Tang Ping who was suspended in the void.

"Shenhou, please let me follow."

Xiong Ying stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.

"Oh? What are you going to do?" Tang Ping asked rhetorically.

All the ghosts felt that they were angry, but in fact they were not, not at all.

"The unfilial son has ruined a century-old family business, and this humble official will end all of this with his own hands."

"Wrong, not right."

Tang Ping shook his head.

"Xiong Man disobeys the gods and must be punished!" Zhang Qi stepped forward and said.

"correct!"

Zhang Qi is worthy of being his subordinate who has followed him for hundreds of years.

"Do you know why? If you die, don't interfere with the human world. The affairs of the human world have nothing to do with you."

When a person dies, what he did during his lifetime will have evil consequences from the gods after his death.

The ghosts are thoughtful.

Instead of regretting to go back and start again, interfering with the normal operation of the world.

He doesn't care if the state of Chu is destroyed.

This is not your root.

The underworld is the root of oneself, and the Lord of the Underworld is the root of oneself.

It doesn't matter if the king of Chu is a fool, that's a matter for living people; he can act as a ghost to warn him, which means that he doesn't approve of this matter, and there will be loyal ministers and good generals or other wise kings to set things right.

Even if the country is really subjugated, it can only be said that the vitality is not enough.

I can't even manage a Chu country, so I'd better die early and come down to work for myself.

After all, I am not the nanny of the state of Chu. If I have to dictate matters in the world, I will definitely be kidnapped by the living.

There was a foolish king today, and ghosts and gods took action to set things right.

There will be a younger brother usurping power tomorrow, so do you want to take action?What if the elder brother is Yong Jun and the younger brother is Li Shimin, the eternal emperor?

If you don't solve your brother, isn't it usurping the throne by default?
After solving the younger brother, maybe there will be an uncle usurping the throne next time.

Therefore, ghosts and gods cannot control too much of the world, they only need to warn and express their attitudes.

The real bottom line of the underworld is not the rise and fall of the Yangjian dynasty, but the gods, Tang Ping himself, not the previous kings of Chu.

After the first warning from the gods, Xiong Man still made mistakes again, and violated the established ancestral system, secretly using human sacrifices to disobey the gods.

This is sure to hit hard.

"Zhang Qi, bring the jar here." Tang Ping pointed to the jar under the banyan tree not far away.

Under the banyan tree, there is a half-buried black altar with a height of half a person.

The black altar was covered with white charms, and the mouth of the altar was sealed with a white sail, on which there were some bloodstains and densely packed names of people.

Some names were crossed out with red pen, some intact.

The ones crossed out are the ghosts whose refining failed.

Tang Ping is a man, oh no, being a ghost is fair.

If you want an iron rice bowl and strong power, you must become a rampant soldier, otherwise you can only become a farmer.

He will give every ghost an equal chance to become stronger, as for whether he wants to fight for it or not, he can only rely on himself.

In fact, there are quite a lot of ghosts who signed up.

Many ghosts came down with missing arms and broken legs. Once they were trained as raging soldiers, their bodies became healthy one by one.

[Jingtan Deed·Five Ramp Military Art]: Five Ramp with disheveled hair (246/500)
With the improvement of proficiency, the death rate of rampant soldiers has been reduced to less than [-]%.

Zhang Qi ran under the tree and picked up the jar.

"Put it in front of me." Tang Ping took out a bowl of Yangjian water from the storage bag.

Tang Ping took a mouthful of Dharma water.

puff!
Spray it with a mouthful of water.

He pinched his fingers and muttered words.

"The decree is personally commanded by ghosts and gods, and the subordinate lieutenants are elite soldiers, blood-eating gods, and they are only aware of it. They obey the order and implement it: overturn altars and ruin temples, fly sand and stones, capture goblins alive, specialize in capturing living souls, cut off future troubles, do things urgently, and do not delay. .The god soldiers are in a hurry like a law!"

boom!
The mouth of the altar was opened, and bursts of black smoke flew out of the altar, and little people the size of a thumb flew out of it.

Black smoke spread all around, and the villain grew bigger.

In a blink of an eye, rampant soldiers stood under the banyan tree.

These rampant soldiers are nine feet tall, with a strong physique, green faces and long teeth, green hair and blue eyes, red eyebrows, like flames, disheveled hair, and rampant expressions.

The height and body shape are exactly the same, except for the slight difference in appearance.

Everything else is basically the same.

Tang Ping was very satisfied with this.

Unlike the previous ghost soldiers, the rampant soldiers today are completely under their control.

There is no need to worry about ghost soldiers harboring evil intentions and exposing themselves.

Now no matter who it is, it is eligible to become a rampant soldier.

It is only the proficiency of the exercises that restrict the quantity.

The ghosts not far away were also a little moved when they saw these menacing rampant soldiers.

One rampant soldier can fight five ordinary ghost soldiers.

A hundred wild soldiers present can fight a thousand ghost soldiers.

At this time, singing came from the void.

This is Zhang Wulang calling on the top of Meishan Mountain.

"Go! God!"

Whoa!
A hundred rampant soldiers roared and moved out together.

Xiaoqing took a deep breath, and her body became bigger, two meters tall, lying on the ground like a house, and under the moonlight, it looked like it was made of jade.

Tang Ping jumped onto the lotus leaf of the frog's head, and sat on the jade toad beast to lift off into the air.

Rampant soldiers entered the world.

At this time, it was dark night in Yangjian.

Miles are clear and the moon is clear.

On the top of Meishan Mountain, a dark altar rises and lights are lit.

A man is dancing the big god.

Zhang Wulang still looks like when he was young, his blue eyes are getting deeper and deeper, as if he can see through Yin and Yang.

His knowledge of magic is very deep, he has developed a lot of fishing and hunting secrets, which has benefited countless people, and his reputation has surpassed that of the original leader Zhang Qi.

It is also one step away from entering the wandering god, and the only thing restricting him is the evil spirit.

call!
The black clouds are like ink smudges, covering the bright moon.

Whoa!

The wind became more and more violent, blowing across the mountains, making a "whining sound" like howling ghosts and gods.

Flying sand and stone.

The ferocious soldiers with flaming brows appeared in all directions with long knives in their hands, wrapped in a dark wind.

Flying sand and walking stones are the characteristics of rampant soldiers, but whenever this phenomenon occurs, coupled with the gusts of wind, it is basically the same as rampant soldiers.

The shadow covered everyone, and Zhang Wulang looked up subconsciously.

I saw a huge frog appearing in the sky above. On the back of the frog was Shenhou. A two-foot-long yellow-scale dragon was suspended in the void. The dragon's deep golden pupils stared at him closely, making one feel a chill in the back.

Behind him are his father, grandfather, and leader Xiong Ying.

"Greetings to God! Greetings to Grandfather! Greetings to Father, Greetings to Chief!"

Zhang Wulang saluted in turn.

The frog shrunk and the ghosts fell down.

"Good job." Zhang Qi praised.

"Thank you grandfather for the compliment." Zhang Wulang sorted out his thoughts, "Mannan is going to become king, he has broken through the wandering god, we can't stop him at all, and he has arrested more than 100 people, and he is preparing for the blood sacrifice tomorrow."

"How many followers does he have?" Xiong Ying asked.

"The patriarch of the Long clan, Doctor Tu, and the Xiang clan."

Xiang is the fief of Xiong Man's younger brother, who is a die-hard supporter of Xiong Man.

"Doctor Tu is a wizard who specializes in blood sacrifices for him. We only found out about this a few days ago."

"Who is your ally?"

Zhang Wulang pointed to the bottom of the altar.

A woman with a one-horned horn and wearing animal skin clothes, Yu Ji of the one-horned clan, the little girl Tang Ping rescued back then.

There is also a tree man Murong.

Tang Ping thought for a moment, and said: "You lead the rampant soldiers and your subordinates to cut off the party feathers, and the seats are full."

"As ordered!"

With Tang Ping's permission, the ghosts will leave with Zhang Wulang.

There was a faint cry of killing from the foot of the mountain, and rampant soldiers flew sand and rocks, ignoring the terrain, or piercing through walls, overturning altars, or breaking down doors.

With disheveled hair, fierce flames, extremely rampant.

But Tang Ping flew into the city.

(End of this chapter)