I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 76 A hundred-year plan, the foundation of fighting in the altar

Wu's conference hall.

Wu Zhi sat below, and the main seat was replaced by a solid-colored feathered figure.

This person has snow-white feathers all over his body, his skin color is also snow-white, he has bird-like eyes, he looks middle-aged, and there are deep crow's feet around the corners of his eyes.

This is Yu Renqing.

Yuren's longevity is not unconditional longevity, nor is it the kind of longevity that greatly surpasses ordinary people.

Lifespan has been a problem that has plagued all gods since ancient times, and no one can obtain eternal life.

Most Yuren can only be said to live long, not immortal, or even immortal.

Ordinary feathered people live 150 years, add [-] to the bait period, and add [-] to the qi period.

It is about 200 years longer than ordinary monks.

Yu Renqing broke through Qi refining, but he improved at the cost of consuming life and consuming fundamentals.

Now after so many years, the function of the body is gradually declining, Yu Renqing knows that this is his last chance.

Defeat Ba Snake and defeat the powerful enemy who is rising.

There has been a hundred years of peace here, and after a hundred years, his son Yu Renbi can also grow up, and with the magic weapon he left behind, he can still suppress for a lifetime.

No more defeats allowed this time.

The battle back then almost brought them down, but now that they have finally regained some strength, Yu Renqing feels that they should end all this as soon as possible.

"Do you know Chuman's information?" Yu Renqing looked at the crowd.

An old man stood out from the crowd, this person was Master Wu Lan.

"I have a little impression of the officials. Do you still remember the Zhang clan and the Xiong clan in the Danshui area? Chu Man is them."

Among them, many old people thought about it, and some recalled it.

"Chuman has a large population and has several qi, but it is a force that is more threatening to the future."

What is the most fearful thing for a power that is out of control?
What they are most afraid of is the emerging forces. The masters are all young and middle-aged. They don't have to do anything, they just need to kill them old guys.

This is the way of thinking when Jiangkou Wu's one city won the Zuo's three cities.

Now that the younger generation has died one after another, now it is their turn to be tortured.

Zongmu Dawu also stood up and said: "Chuman already has a netherworld, and the two netherworlds are very close, and they will soon border each other. By then, there will be hundreds of thousands of miles of netherworlds. If they get mixed into it, it will be difficult for us to find them. We must remove them in advance." Take it down."

Zongmu Dawu asked the ancestors in the underworld to sacrifice to see if there were any great ghosts from the state of Chu infiltrating the underworld.

Except for a small number of ordinary ghosts, there are no masters.

As for ghosts, you don't need to worry too much.

"This matter must not be publicized. The people (ghosts) here will take a blood oath to prevent any leaks."

This battle is important and determines Wu's potential.

In theory, it is possible to ask the monarch for help, but the monarch wishes for them to be beaten to pieces so that they can completely rely on them.

"Yes!"

After that, Wu mobilized quietly.

In addition to the 1 standing troops of the four divisions, many additional Chinese were recruited.

It is expected to send troops in autumn.

At the same time, practitioners also began to hoard supplies.

The shops in Jianxia Ghost City purchase a large amount of materials.

At this time, everyone in Chu State did not know about it.

hell.

water pool.

A man with a black fish head came forward to meet him.

"Heifu pays homage to Lord Sikong."

"Well, no gift."

"Master Sikong is looking for the treasure, I have a clue, I don't know if it counts."

Tang Ping frowned, and asked: "Please tell me."

"There seems to be an ancient dragon ball in the well where the god of the well, Dragon King, lives. He relies on this object to cultivate and absorb the evil spirit emitted by the dragon ball, so that he can achieve today's achievements."

"Dragon Ball..." Tang Ping muttered to himself.

There are no caves in the water pool, Yintu and altar.

The Dragon Ball should be a water-attribute treasure of heaven and earth, maybe there is a chance to win this thing.

Well God Flood Dragon is not strong.

The difficulty lies in how to safely take this guy down.

What Tang Ping didn't know was that the other party came to him first instead.

Qun Yushan.

A few clouds fell.

Tang Ping sensed it from a distance, and immediately came out of the cave and entered the cabin.

Clouds fell in front of the cabin.

Come down two people.

One is a living person, and the other is three meters tall, with a black dragon head and no horns. It is the head of a dragon, and its body is full of thick water vapor.

Wu Lan and the well god Jiaolong!
The two fell, and a little frog seemed to be frightened, and immediately jumped and ran away.

Tang Ping came out from the house.

"Fellow Daoist Tang, let's buy medicine pills." Wu Lan went straight to the topic, "Red Hair Cloud Liquid Pill, Dragon Scale Pill, and other common elixir fish scale pills and golden sore medicines are here, the more the better. Oh yes, this one It's Senior Jingshen."

"It turned out to be Jingshen Daoist, who has admired your name for a long time. Your dojo is at the mouth of the Hanshui River, and I have also admired you for a long time."

Tang Ping was a little surprised that he took the initiative to find him. It seemed that he was still famous.

"Friend Jingshen wants the Dragon Scale Pill?"

For the aquarium or the practice of water attributes, the Dragon Scale Pill is a magic medicine, even if it is cultivated to the realm of the night tour god.

"The two fellow daoists are buying in large quantities? How about a [-]% discount on the price?"

"Exactly."

Both Longlin Pill and Rambutan have 21 pieces, one can be used for several months of cultivation, if time is urgent, most of the power of the medicine can be wasted, and the energy can be quickly replenished, it can be said to be a good medicine for home travel, murder and arson.

The two bought six dragon scale pills and rambutan each.

And some common pills.

Another 600% discount, a total of more than [-].

So far, Tang Ping's deposit has exceeded 500 ghost money, which is worth about [-] million yuan if converted into Jingguo currency, and he can buy some good instruments and materials.

He waited for the corresponding treasures of heaven and earth to appear in the ghost market.

"Thank you buddy."

Together, the two flew back to Jiangkou City, two hundred miles away.

On the way, the well god Jiaolong poured out a pitch-black dragon scale pill, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"How is the quality?"

"It's not bad. It's better than the pills made by Luren and Zongmuren, and the quality is also very stable."

Tang Ping actually overestimated the level of alchemy in this world. The pills refined by most alchemists are not very stable. Today they feel good, and if they refine high-grade pills, they may only be able to refine low-grade pills tomorrow.

There are always several defective products in a bottle of pills, and Tang Ping is all qualified high-quality products.

Compared with it, a little side effect is nothing.

Thinking of this, Jing Shen couldn't help sighing, and said, "You are so kind, you are such a kind ghost."

"Haha, I won't bring you here if I'm not kind." Wu Lan said with a smile, "The big battle is about to start, and he is the only one who is alone. We can take this opportunity to recruit this person."

"It depends on the situation, people may not be willing."

"There are other ways..." Wu Lan smiled wickedly.

In the next few days, Tang Ping also discovered something was wrong.

Wu's is not just buying materials individually, but the whole.

The Jianxia ghost market can only be entered and cannot be entered, and Zongmu people spend a lot of money.

Zongmu Guiwu and several subordinate families have all asked him for medicine.

There are people who want semi-finished products that could not be sold before.

"Not right..."

Tang Ping returned to the underworld and ordered everyone to inquire about the news, especially the ghosts.

Information from all parties came.

Inside the cave.

Tang Ping's eyes flickered, and he smiled coldly: "It turns out that there is going to be a war."

He came to the ghost market to find Nan Lumeng, and got straight to the point: "Brother Nanlu, there is valuable news, and it may depend on you to act."

"Oh? What news?"

Tang Ping whispered in his ear.

Nanlu Meng was overjoyed and said with a smile, "It's indeed good news, can it be true?"

"Very sure."

"Okay, I'll find a channel right now. I'll pay the deposit in advance, and when the money arrives, we'll split it fifty-fifty."

The ghost market has a special hooker who is responsible for selling news. In order to ensure that the news is not fake, the party who provides the news will pay a deposit.

For example, if the news sells for [-] yuan, a deposit of [-] yuan will be required.At the same time, the buyer will also hand over the ghost money to the Yaman for safekeeping in advance.

After confirming that the news is true, the money can be settled, and a part of the commission can be drawn.

If it is fake news, the deposit will not be refunded.

The next day, good news came from Nanlumeng, who had sold the news to the Dongling family for [-] yuan.

Tang Ping made a trip to Yang and Yin, and informed everyone of the news in advance.

"We have to strike first."

"Yes!"

Abyss altar.

In addition to the four rites of heaven and earth, other sacrifices have also increased, and blood sacrifices are almost every now and then.

"What if I secretly intercept part of the flow?" Tang Ping did as he said.

The mind enters the altar, intercepting one-fifth of the moxa smoke and sacrificial mana each time.

During the period, Zongmu Guiwu checked several times, but he didn't find out why. He just thought that there were too many sacrifices, which led to poor results.

I don't think that the altar has become a spirit.

The yin and yang worlds sacrificed at the same time, and the blood cloud condensed over the altar.

They want to build a passage to shelter a hundred thousand ghost soldiers, otherwise they will go out here, and the sun and the breeze will blow their souls away.

Hence the need for daily sacrifices.

This festival needs at least 800 people.

The constant stream of sacrifices made Tang Ping very happy. Since he didn't eat blood food, he didn't even eat blood food essence, so everyone didn't notice this detail.

Inside the altar.

Tang Ping manifested the god dharma image of the red-browed altar carved with indigo lacquer, and the moxa smoke mixed with belief, mana, and spiritual thoughts spread around like white clouds, and then was absorbed by the dharma image.

In the dark, all living beings murmured.

Tang Ping probably understands the role of the altar deed.

That is to produce spells.

The moi smoke is extremely dense, and the recent sacrificial offerings are equivalent to the total amount of more than ten years.

boom!
At this time, there was a loud noise in the dark.

Gao Di Ce appeared in front of him, and there was an extra spell in the column of the supernatural power Jingtan deed: the foundation of the altar fighting technique--the supernatural power.

(End of this chapter)