Deadwood Ridge.
As the name suggests, it is a mountain forest full of dead trees.
Under the dark sky, dead trees were like iron wires embedded in the earth.
The top of Kumu Ridge is a stilted building built of dead wood.
The entire stilt building is painted with red paint, and the blood-red pavilion is five feet high. In this dark night, there is a kind of horror that shocks the ears.
Sitting in the main hall was a black wood ghost who was as tall as a house, with skin like the dead wood outside, golden eyes, and hair like black wire.
Beside him were a dozen strange evil spirits.
Some have decapitated heads, some have flaming hair, and some have double heads.
Part of the evil soul is due to the cultivation techniques, which results in a strange appearance.
Most of them are because they are aliens. Most of the descendants of the Zhu Rong clan became fire ghosts after death, and the descendants of the Gonggong clan became water ghosts. Different aliens have different abilities.
Humans have no innate abilities, but they have a high affinity for the essence of heaven and earth, so they have a body like snake oil, with many possibilities.
The old ghost with a red umbrella was among them. Different from what appeared to outsiders, it was not the old ghost holding the umbrella himself, but a woman in red wearing a red gauze covering her face.
The woman and the red umbrella fit perfectly, as if she was the owner of the red umbrella.
"Tang Shen is in retreat. The ghosts from all over the world can no longer hold themselves back. Let's find an opportunity to teach Centipede a lesson."
"Sir, the other ghost generals seem to be making moves over there. Why don't we wait for a while to avoid being attacked by them."
A ghost came forward and said.
"It doesn't matter. The old centipede and the armored zombies are not to be dealt with. The fire ghosts of the Zhu Rong clan and the water ghosts of the Gonggong clan are at odds with each other. They each do their own thing and no one interferes."
"Also, the Great Ceremony is coming soon. There are at least two thousand ghosts in the Kumul Ridge territory. Let them go to the battlefield as much as possible. The more frontmen, the fewer our casualties. There are not many centipedes. They will arrive in a moment. Collect supplies from the warehouse and use them as life money for recruiting soldiers."
"yes!"
The ghosts dispersed.
The female ghost beside the old ghost turned into light and merged into the red umbrella, and the red umbrella fell into the old ghost's hands.
He walked out of the wooden building.
On the way, I thought about the strength on my side.
Hei Mugui is not very reliable and wants them to catch a strong man. How can a strong man be so easy to catch?
Moreover, the money given for selling one's life is not enough, and perhaps a little subsidy is needed.
He has a total of six subordinates who know magic and fifty ghost soldiers.
these standing forces.
If we capture another two hundred ghosts, it would be fine to distribute some random weapons.
The old ghost thought of Tang Ping.
This guy's skills are pretty good and he deserves to be recruited personally.
Thinking of this, the old ghost held an oil-paper umbrella and headed to Tang Ping's retreat place.
Under the banyan tree.
Tang Ping woke up leisurely, and the black and white patterns on his face slowly disappeared.
"Hey...the Yin Gathering Technique still doesn't work."
The Yin Gathering Technique is just a superficial method of absorbing Yin Qi, and it has reached its limit when practiced to the realm of evil souls.
The proficiency of the Perfection Realm only increases the quantity of yin energy and cannot make a qualitative difference.
The key to evil spirit lies in the word " evil spirit ".
The word "sha" refers to evil spirits, which are formed by the condensed turbid air of heaven and earth.
There are many kinds of evil spirits, such as black water evil spirits, Geng Jin evil spirits, Taiyi Xuanyin evil spirits, ghost fire evil spirits, etc.
The ghost itself is born after the destruction of the body of a living being. It is like a raw egg with its shell removed. It is relatively fragile compared to the mortal body with a body.
If you want to become stronger, you either have to have a body directly.
Another way is to use natural essence to form a protective shell yourself.
This shell is evil spirit.
Tang Ping needs to find a way to condense the evil spirit before he can enter the next level of the wandering god realm.
Above the ghost soul is the evil soul, and above the evil soul is the wandering god.
Because it has escaped the classification of souls to a certain extent, it is called God.
Black Wood Ghost and other ghost generals are in this realm.
The Wandering God in this realm already has body-protecting evil energy. He can use the body-protecting evil energy to wander around at night without the need for July 15th. The mortal wind will initially not cause any harm to him.
"It is so difficult for mortal ghosts to practice cultivation. It would be great if they had a body."
Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh.
People in the world who are missing a toe can be called disabled. Those of them who are missing their entire body are considered cripples among the disabled.
It’s no wonder that in fairy tales, old Taoist priests who have been practicing Taoism for more than ten years can defeat old ghosts who have been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years.
The heels and feet of ghosts are indeed worse than those of ordinary people.
Tang Ping stood up, his brows flashed with magic eyes, and after taking a usual look at the territory, he walked out of the door.
"Master Tang!"
"Master Tang!"
The ghosts who were watering the cotton greeted each other.
Since being assigned to govern this banyan forest, the names of these ghosts have changed again.
An old man with white hair and a few starving ghosts came forward.
"Sir, the harvest has not been good recently. Why don't you report it to the ghost boss and receive a smaller share, so that we can live better?"
"Yes, Mr. Tang, I really can't go on."
"Master Tang is a generous man, so he naturally thinks about the old brothers."
Tang Ping sneered and stared at everyone: "Do you think I'm easy to talk to? This year's harvest is low, and there's nothing to eat. Why don't you look at what's hidden under your bed?"
None of the ghosts here are normal people. Normal people die naturally seven days after death, so there is no need to suffer as ghosts in the underworld.
Seeing that I usually keep a low profile, I thought of coming over to cover myself up.
Seeing that Tang Ping looked wrong, the ghosts hurriedly apologized and left.
"We have to find an opportunity to get them away."
The Yin soil is not big, so it does not need to be managed by my subordinates for the time being.
Moreover, the underground master's secret cannot be exposed without someone he can trust.
As far as he knew, there seemed to be no clergy in the area.
The so-called Pond God only occupies the mountain and becomes the king. He does not have the ability to control nature and be one with nature.
Wow!
At this time, another burst of fog came.
The old ghost came with four armored ghost soldiers against the backdrop of green mist.
"All ghosts, gather!"
The men roared loudly, and all the ghosts rushed over.
"Five kilograms of ghost rice per person. We will all join the army later. There will be no need to grow cotton in the future. Black Wood Ghost will take care of your food."
The faces of the ghosts were ashen, and they could only express their gratitude again and again.
The old ghost stepped forward and patted Tang Ping's shoulder affectionately, telling him to treat capable ghosts with respect, otherwise it would be a loss if he ran away.
"I told Boss Heimugui about you."
Tang Ping looked flattered and said in surprise: "Oh? What did the Black Wood Ghost Boss say?"
"Boss Heimugi thinks you have potential. This is a good opportunity. If you work harder, you can lead the way when you break through the evil soul realm."
"Come."
The old ghost conjured up a sack.
"Thirty pounds of ghost rice, a long knife, and three bottles of fox blood. I can't stay in this small place anymore and hang out with me from now on."
The old ghost continued to draw the pie.
This method is fine for dealing with ordinary ghosts, but for modern people like Tang Ping who have experienced fancy things, it is obviously not good enough.
"Thank you for your support, sir. I am very grateful. Will I follow you now?"
"right."
"Can you please pack your things?"
"A stick of incense."
Looking at Tang Ping's back as he returned to the house, the old ghost felt a little complacent. After all, he was still young and couldn't resist the temptation.
boom!
At this time!
A black shadow burst out of the house.
"Haha! Old ghost! I'm going to go! Thank you for your expense."
Tang Ping's long laughter came from the void.
"Chase!"
The old ghost's expression changed drastically and he hurriedly sent someone to chase him.
All the ghosts follow.
boom!
When the war started, things changed.
Hundreds of miles of clouds, a black wood ghost and a huge centipede were fighting above.
"Bedbug, how dare you sneak up on me! Die!"
The ghosts fought fiercely.
Half a mile above the shade of a tree, Tang Ping was lying leisurely on the shade, using the moon-shielding spell to block the outside world, basking in the gray sun.
A few years ago, Madam Cui also wrote to her that she had gathered several monks to fish in troubled waters, so Tang Ping naturally found excuses not to go.
He only had a casual acquaintance with Madam Cui. The other party helped him a little, but it was just a means of communication.
Tang Ping is not a fool. Shouldn't he think that others really like him?
The war raged day after day.
Tang Ping simply set fire to the cotton field, most of the trees and houses.
Rather than letting others search for it, it is better to burn it actively, which is not a good thing.
Without the cotton and blood vines, no one will be able to control this place in the future.
It means that you can farm with peace of mind.
Tang Ping's dream is to be free and at ease.
Just like the gods Taiyi, Yunzhongjun and other gods in the Jingchu mythology that my predecessor often heard.
Carefree and comfortable, majestic but not cramped. Wandering around in a dragon chariot all day long, I am bored and flirting with the clouds.
"Before he died, I heard that someone had met Mr. Yun Zhong in Yunmengze. Maybe one day I could have a drink with him and enjoy the flowers."
"Haha, that's such a beautiful thing, the clouds are rolling and relaxing, and you feel free and at ease."
Boom boom boom!
Green fire, black soul, red flame, white smoke... colorful things exploded in the sky.
It’s really... fireworks.
