"Ten Steps to Kill".
I thought it was a collection of weapons, but I didn't expect that this mortal secret book also had a meaning similar to magic.
Take sword repair as an example.
To practice this method, you need to hold a sword in your arms. Before repairing the weapon, you need to scratch yourself with the sword and soak it with the breath of your body.
Then he pinched his fingers and recited the "Gold and Jade" formula.
At the same time, pay attention to facing the east and sense the sword in your arms until you have the effect of spiritual communication with the sword.
"I thought it was some kind of powerful move, but that's okay."
Think about it, the so-called moves are nothing more than the most labor-saving and efficient fighting techniques.
No trick can escape this principle.
After cultivating the weapon to the point where it resembles an arm, and combining it with combat experience, the tricks will be the same regardless of whether they are used or not.
Tang Ping continued to study.
"Damn it, old man Gongsun is indeed a traitor."
The technique is not fake, but there is a line of small writing at the bottom.
"This method will return to its original position the next day. It needs to be practiced every day to maintain the sense of instrument."
In other words, there is no accumulation, and every day is a fresh start.
"No wonder the swordsman and swordsman are all withdrawn and often kill their wives and forget their love. It turns out that's the case."
It is extremely difficult to practice. If you practice this technique, you must not be distracted by other practices.
No wonder Old Man Gongsun simply sold himself a real secret book.
"It's a pity, but I have a plan."
If the proficiency is fixed, doesn't it mean that the proficiency of the ten-step killing technique can be fixed?
Tang Ping took out the ghost-headed sword, looked at the blood-stained horizontal sword, and began to practice the ten-step killing technique.
"The divine weapon in the world, the innate Geng metal, transforms all spirits. God has a decree to make me psychic..."
The sound of Tang Ping's mantra echoed in the void.
Three days later.
After several days of hard exploration, Tang Ping finally mastered this technique.
inside the house.
Tang Ping let out a long breath of yin energy, and the black and white patterns disappeared.
Ten Steps to Kill (1/20)
Weighing the long knife, it felt vaguely familiar.
Get out the door.
morning.
The gray sun is rising, and the green fog of the night has not yet dissipated.
Half a mile of mountain shadow blocks out the light, the trees are standing vertically, and it is gray underneath.
The tree trunk is wrapped with hair-sized blood vine seedlings, and five orchids are faintly visible among the branches.
One hundred ghost grasses were planted on the land under the tree.
There is also a frog patrolling the field three feet away. He walks on his hind legs like humans. He holds a wooden sword the size of a little finger on his right front palm, with the four characters "Tomb Suppressing Sword" engraved on it.
Wearing a lotus leaf hat, walking back and forth in a decent manner.
"Chief of the Little Green Pavilion!"
"Quack!"
"Have a meal."
Xiao Qing immediately dropped his sword and chewed black ghost rice with Tang Ping.
They are all ghosts, so of course they don’t have to worry about digestion problems and just eat it.
Tang Ping was holding a big bowl, and Xiao Qing was holding a small bowl. They squatted and ate, each with a frog and a frog. They didn't have the majesty of the Pavilion of Youdu or the Pavilion Chief of Tomb Gate at all.
Being able to have such a quiet pure land in this dangerous underworld made Tang Ping's inner uneasiness about the unfamiliar environment disappear a lot.
Of course, cultivation must continue.
The gray sky is covered with dark clouds.
On July 15th, the door of hell opens.
The blood moon was extremely bright, lighting up the sky blood red.
"The time is coming."
Tang Ping thought to himself as he opened the storage bag.
"Five knives, eight sets of armor, wound medicine, ghost rice, two bottles of blood, ghost head sword...that's enough."
"Chief Xiaoqingting, you are here to guard!"
Tang Ping turned to Xiaoqing and said.
"Quick." Xiaoqing shook her head, her golden eyes showing a hint of fear.
"Can you go up there?"
It is not the evil soul or other physical constitutions. Even with the help of the Yin Qi of Guimenguan, it is difficult to withstand the wind of the Yang world.
"Guaguagua." Xiaoqing nodded.
"OK."
The frog jumped on Tang Ping's shoulder.
The shade of the trees became tight, blocking the parasitic orchids on the branches, and weeds grew on the ground, blocking the ghost grass.
"It's a pity that there are no ghost soldiers."
Tang Ping once asked that there are generally two types of ghost soldiers.
The most common one is recruitment, recruiting from lonely ghosts.
The quality is uneven and easy to betray; there are also some ghosts who use secret methods to make the ghosts obey, but they are still a minority.
Tang Ping must not use this method because it is unsafe.
One is a ghost soldier refined by oneself, absolutely loyal.
Among mortal monks, they are also called protectors and Tao soldiers.
There are even fewer of these.
It is said that only Tang Shen and a few ghost generals have this method.
Fire ghosts, water ghosts, and centipedes definitely exist, and armored centipedes have centipede descendants.
It is too difficult to buy this kind of Taoist weapon method from the ghost market. There is a high probability that it is a fake, and 10% of it is not genuine.
This method of building a force can be exposed by An Neng.
Tang Ping stared at a ghost.
This ghost is the right-hand man of Black Wood Ghost, whose name is Papermaker.
The paper man of Chang Dao Liu was bought from this guy.
Papermakers' paper figures are considered a type of Taoist soldiers.
When I came out this time, apart from exploring Yangjian, the only thing left was to cause trouble for him.
Wow!
At this time, the wind was strong.
The sky is as red as blood, and deep in the clouds, there seems to be a mysterious world.
"Hoo ho!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The sound of howling ghosts and wolves resounded throughout the world.
Tang Shen took the lead.
Green fish with bronze wings flew into the blood cloud.
Dozens of abyssal pythons followed closely behind.
Then came the ghost generals and their followers.
There are also miscellaneous ghosts and monsters in all directions, hundreds of ghosts in total flying into the blood cloud.
Tang Ping waited for a moment and used the moon-shielding method to cover his body with a strange mask on his face.
The mask has a green horn on its forehead, an indigo ghost face, and a bright red tongue drawn in paint.
This is a ghost face, made by myself.
Wow!
Tang Ping specially selected a relatively marginal place near the Black Wood Ghost camp.
Wow!
Break out of the blood cloud.
Tang Ping emerged from the soil.
This is a wild forest.
"The familiar world."
Tang Ping sighed.
Then look at the world with ghost eyes.
Ghosts cannot see the soil, but can see the wind.
I saw him in the mist. This mist should be the Yin Qi of the underworld, protecting the soul from harm.
Outside the scope of the mist, there is a cyan wall. The wall is tens of thousands of feet high and is composed of countless small, constantly rotating dots.
The color is thinner in some places and darker in other places. The darker the color, the more powerful it is.
The color is not fixed, it becomes lighter here and darker there.
The sound was so loud that the frog was so frightened that he covered his eyes.
Is it windy?
As the range of Yin Qi expanded, Tang Ping was able to see the whole world.
The iconic landforms in the underworld have no counterpart in the yang world. It seems that the two worlds are different.
There is also a mortal city not far away.
There is a high platform built in the center of the city.
The high platform is covered with white flags and cloth. Priests dressed in red and wearing ghost faces sing ancient songs. Various kinds of blood food and a piece of jade are offered on the platform.
clang!
The bronze bell rings, and the Tang God comes forward to feast on cooked human heads, dried human flesh, and living people.
The priests are singing, the sacrifices are crying, and the ghosts and gods are laughing.
The world is so scary.
Countries were divided into feudal states, and the suzerain country was the merchants of Dayi.
Dayi merchants attached great importance to worshiping ghosts and gods. This was an official ritual. They killed an unknown number of slaves every year. If there were not enough slaves, they would go to war or recruit people from the country.
Upon seeing this, Tang Ping stopped smiling and his expression became serious.
In addition to the city, there are also more or less sacrifices in the homes of the gentry and officials of the Qing clan.
Small families use cattle, sheep and pigs, big families use slaves or common people, and villages without money or lords can only choose people by drawing lots.
It's too cruel, too bloody.
There is no hell on earth better than this.
Tang Ping has the urge to change the world.
But not now, I don’t even have the power in the world of the world, so how can I talk about change?
If you stand up at this time, you won't be able to respond to a hundred calls, and you will only end up being devoured by hundreds of ghosts.
Now I can only endure, lurk, and develop.
Take this as your goal, devote yourself to cultivation, and work step by step. One year is not enough for ten, hundred, or thousand years.
Three feet of yin soil can build a country.
…………
The west.
An old man with a strange appearance fled in embarrassment with his tribe. The direction of the chariot was to Qishan Zhouyuan, where they wanted to relocate the whole family.
He looked at the tribesmen behind him who were devoured by the ghost warriors, and his eyes shed two lines of blood and tears.
"Jian Shang... Jian Shang..."
