"Chase!"
Just happened to take down this monster along the way.
Within the forest, Tang Ping hid in the darkness, covered by vegetation and magic.
The frog is agile and somewhat magical, and is used as bait to seduce the papermaker.
After being in contact with frogs for such a long time, Tang Ping could probably guess the frog's heels.
There is no bloody plot in the myth of a down-and-out underground master encountering a young mythical beast.
Xiaoqing's real heels should be a spirit born naturally from heaven and earth.
In this world where every plant and tree has the chance to turn into an elf and even speak human language, the little frog is not too top-notch.
Just medium.
Of course, the two brothers didn't talk about each other. One was the Marquis of a three-foot pavilion, and the other was the Pavilion Chief with three points (ground).
"Quack!"
Soon, the frog brought people in.
Behind him are a dozen paper soldiers.
They overcame obstacles and broke through numerous barriers.
Frogs scampered left and right in the forest.
But now is not the time.
Tang Ping waited for a moment.
suddenly.
A heavily made-up paper man entered the jungle.
Exactly now!
In an instant, it seemed as if all the trees came alive.
The branches are like demon minions, lashing out at the paper figures. The vines on the ground, the weeds under their feet, and the fallen leaves block their sight.
Bang bang bang!
The paper figures were broken into pieces.
Tang Ping made a finger gesture with his hands and pointed forward.
boom!
Five fireballs in a row.
The green flames ignited the vegetation, and the places burned by the cold fire rotted.
During the flight of the fireball, the moon covering method was also used to block it.
Often you don't find it until you get there.
They are both evil souls, but Tang Ping's spell cultivation and types are much higher than that of the paper maker. Coupled with the sneak attack from behind, he is almost sure of success.
The paper figures are the enemy's soldiers. In the dense forest, every plant and tree is one's soldiers.
The papermaker never imagined that there was such a powerful ghost nearby.
boom!
Tang Ping released the fireball, and the forest three feet ahead was in a mess.
The vegetation and paper figures turned into a pool of green water.
Tang Ping wears a strange mask on his face, looking like a god in the dark night.
Step by step into the place where the papermaker's soul is lost.
At this time, a palm-sized paper man flew from the side.
The paper man rose in the wind, and a sharp sword struck Tang Ping's throat.
The whole process takes no more than two breaths.
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, Tang Ping transformed the Ghost Head Sword, injecting spiritual power into the blade, and emitted jet-black fire.
The long knife drew a strange angle in the void.
Ten steps of killing technique.
The move came before the paper man, and the paper man was split in the middle with a long knife.
Click...
Black fire burns it to ashes.
"You..." The papermaker couldn't believe it. He didn't even know who killed him, and he died with regret.
"Why do you think I am the master of Dharma Eyes?"
Tang Ping took off his mask, looked at the puddle of ashes and smiled.
Even a blind person would know that such a large white essence is nearby.
I just wanted to try out new tricks.
The frog jumped on his shoulder with a proud look on his face.
"Well done, extra dinner tonight."
"Quack."
Tang Ping searched for it and finally found the storage bag among the ruins.
Fortunately there was no damage.
"Yes! Yes!"
Tang Ping sensed it and finally found a bamboo slip made of strange wood among a pile of debris.
Submit a letter "The Ghost Origami Method".
Seeing this method, Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, the technique was carried with him.
You may not bring it with you at other times, but when the door of hell opens once a year, it is impossible not to bring your belongings with you.
The evil soul is different from the wandering god above.
The wandering god can stay in the earth, so the gate of hell is not too important to the wandering god.
The evil spirit can only come out once a year during this period. In order to prevent other people from ransacking their home if they leave, they usually bring important things with them.
Tang Ping himself is also like this.
"Let's go back."
There was still fighting elsewhere, but he didn't bother to get involved.
Nowadays, Taoist art of war is available, as are other long-range and short-range spells.
None of them have cultivated to the full level, so they can practice with peace of mind and wait until they have stronger combat power at the full level.
Tang Ping dived into the earth.
Passed through the blood cloud and circled back to the banyan tree.
There are no ghosts lurking around, it’s safe!
As time passed, the evil spirits flew back one after another.
After tonight, there will probably be more nameless ghosts in the underworld.
The fighting in the underworld is fierce, and the number should be reduced, but there are also more ghosts imported into the human world.
But that's just right.
When the number of ghosts increases, he becomes an old ghost and will not be suspected when he is born again in the future.
Under the banyan tree.
Tang Ping opened the panel.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis
Realm: Third level underground master, evil spirit
Lifespan: 70 years.
Underworld deed: Maohou tree deed. Maotai Deed.
Magical power: [Maoqi·Aoki Gang Technique]: Wood Control Technique (150/1000) (Dacheng), Yimu Moon Covering Curse. [Maotu Deed·Snake Manipulation Curse]: Underground Lord Dharma Eye (91/1500).
Gathering Yin Technique (101/1500) (Perfect) Will-O-Wisp Technique (1/1500) (Perfect) Ten-Step Killing Technique (1/20)
Except for the method of covering the moon, nothing else is perfect.
This time Tang Ping planned to remain completely silent.
Raise all the skills to full level.
He has a strategic plan and can become stronger simply by practicing.
Plus five orchids, one hundred ghost grasses, and fifty blood vines.
Orchids take tears, one drop a month, one drop a hundred words. A piece of ghost grass costs thirty cents. It grows in one month and matures in two or three months. A bottle of blood vine costs twenty coins.
The net income per month can reach more than 2,000.
There is no need to worry about training supplies.
Ordinary Yin soil cannot withstand Tang Ping's creation, but he is the master of the underground, regulating the earth's energy anytime and anywhere to bring the land to its peak state.
The papermaker has a deposit of more than 10,000 yuan, which is enough for a few years of seclusion.
…
Spring passes and autumn comes.
the first year.
Orchids and blood vines grow, and expenses are balanced.
The ten-step killing technique, the will-o'-the-wisp technique is fully activated, instantaneous, with a killing distance of twenty feet.
This is the power of proficiency powers.
Ordinary people who practice magic can be called "learned" at most, and those with rich combat experience can be called proficient at most.
Tang Ping, on the other hand, can directly fill it up and achieve the same understanding of spells as the founder.
The power of the same spell that Tang Ping cast was far greater than that of others.
There is no way forward with both techniques, leaving more time.
the second year.
In the state of perfecting the wood control method, the ghost origami is completed, and the underground master's eye is completed.
The third year.
The Yin Gathering Technique is perfect and there is no way forward.
fourth year.
The art of paper folding and wood control are perfect and there is no way to improve, and the underground master's Dharma eye is perfect.
The lifespan reaches one hundred and twenty years.
During this period, except for trading supplies and going to the underworld to teach the boys of the Zhang family, I didn't go out to wander around.
Tang Shen went into seclusion four years ago after the battle at Guimen Pass.
…
At night, the blood moon is in the sky.
The moonlight shines on the earth.
In the deep and dense forest, half a mile of banyan trees thrive.
"Quack quack quack..."
Frogs were croaking under the tree, with a hint of panic in their voices.
I saw a nine-foot-long man under the tree.
The skin is brown banyan wood, with rings of growth rings on it, and the shape is armor-like. Its legs are tree roots, spreading more than ten meters.
The wooden face has black eyes, and there is no hair on the head, except for two antelope horns.
"Don't be afraid."
The tree armor and wood grain on his body turned into green light and dispersed, revealing the original appearance of Tang Ping.
This is the state in which Maohou Shu's underworld contract cultivation is perfected. Each underworld contract practice has been completed and has no progress, and there is a corresponding state of the spirit. Tang Ping only knows it now.
This state is called the body of the tree god.
