The power of the vegetation faded, and Tang Pingping realized the power that the body of the tree god brought to him.
What a magical power.
This power cannot be described in words.
The whole person seems to have truly become a god in the forest. Every plant and tree is an extension of his own body, and he can control the growth of plants and trees at will.
The trees have hard skin and are rooted in the earth. They are extremely powerful and invulnerable, and are much more powerful than their own souls.
Many unpredictable things have happened in the past four years.
Lady Cui, Cui Yue, somehow caught up with Lady Water Ghost and became Water Ghost's right-hand man.
Old man Gongsun is weak and seems to have a short lifespan. He probably won't last long.
After four years of training, the boy from the Zhang family in the human world has become a young man with strong martial arts skills, especially after practicing the ten-step killing technique.
At present, a tribe has been established with the savages in the nearby Danjiang area, and the tribe is led in the name of Zhu Rong's descendants.
In addition to teaching martial arts, Tang Ping also taught many later generations the art of governance and the methods of clearing wasteland and farming.
This world is vast and different from previous generations in ancient times.
Due to the vastness of the land, the country's forces are distributed in points, with other forces in the middle, such as barbarians, strangers, and savages.
These people are not orthodox, are not Chinese, and are not even qualified to farm land for the lord.
The only people who could farm land for the lord were slaves and people with official status.
Chinese people can farm and serve as soldiers.
Soldiers, soldiers, are also soldiers. Savages and slaves are not qualified to be soldiers at all.
He asked Zhang Qi to change his mind and recruit savages as nobles, promising to give them the status of nationals, and they could serve as soldiers regardless of high or low.
Currently, Zhang Qi has gathered more than a thousand people in the Danjiang area. With the eight armors and eighteen swords given by Tang Ping, they finally took root.
Now dormant and taking root, one day in the future, he will take back the position of the head of the family and avenge his relatives.
Tang Ping jumped onto the shade of the tree and found ten orchids in the shade. The other five were planted later.
The faint blue orchid has a crying eye in the middle, which is strange and beautiful, with a kind of sad beauty.
"Cry, cry, cry, why are you sad?" Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh.
Could it be that he is lamenting his fate of becoming a fish on the chopping block?
Tears flowed from the eyes and were caught in porcelain bottles.
At this time, ten orchids looked straight over with crows, their eyes filled with astonishing hatred.
Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate the living beings.
Tang Ping shook his head and left immediately.
This eye is not the eye of a real person or a ghost, but the product of the condensed resentment of heaven and earth.
Below, the frog has collected mature ghost grass, jumped on Tang Ping's shoulders, and held a pile of grass like a treasure.
"That's right, you should look after the house first, hide in advance and let the paper man take action."
Tang Ping glanced at the paper man hidden in the shade of the tree intentionally or unintentionally.
Twelve paper figures are the pinnacle of the ghost's origami technique. Up to twelve can be controlled at the same time. Each one is equivalent to the ghost's combat power, although the strength is not very good. But it's enough for housekeeping.
The frog nodded, and Tang Ping immediately ran into the deep mountains and forests. Along the road we came to the upstream area and suddenly jumped into the water. The next second the water came out, beyond the green river was a ghost market filled with people.
Some sell human hearts and livers, some sell all kinds of strange weapons, and some specialize in ghost altars and flags possessed by ghosts. As well as various types of herbs, animal bones, exercises, etc.
There is a group of patrolling ghosts on the street.
Wearing a white pointed hat, green ghost fire floating around his body, and a long sword across his waist.
Tang Ping came to Old Man Gongsun's shop and asked curiously: "What are these?"
"The patrolling ghost soldiers sent by Tang God."
Old man Gongsun looked up from his desk and saw that it was Tang Ping, so he didn't care. The two have known each other for many years and have collaborated many times. A tacit understanding has already been formed.
"Why did you suddenly send troops? Could it be that you can't control the ghost market?" Tang Ping asked, but Tang Shen has indeed kept a low profile recently.
"What else can there be? He's about to die." Old Man Gongsun coughed several times and felt a little weak.
"About to die? Can he die?" Tang Ping was a little surprised.
"Of course, this is all my guess. It may be a trick to lure the snake out of its hole. This is Tang Shen's favorite trick."
"Are you saying that the ghosts of the wandering gods also have a lifespan?"
"Of course, the Wandering God only has a lifespan of two hundred years, and the Tang God has dominated this world of the underworld for nearly two hundred years. Counting all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, it is estimated that it only lasted for more than ten years. Ahem, cough, cough."
Only then did Tang Ping realize that the Wandering God's lifespan was only two hundred years, and he realized that the Tang God was actually just the Wandering God.
But Tang Shen, the wandering god, is different from others. During his lifetime, Tang Shen was a witch worshiped by the Zuo family. Witch is not a single practice, but an honorific title for monks with status.
Witchcraft connects heaven and earth and communicates with people, ghosts and gods. After death, he can quickly break through from the ghost, which is several times stronger than people in the same realm. In addition, Tang Shen is at the peak of the wandering god, so he can naturally control the ghosts and gods to death.
"Since it's the pinnacle, why not break through?"
"It's easier said than done. The resources in this underworld are poor and the Yin Qi is insufficient. There is no way for it to break through. If you want to break through, just go outside. Otherwise, why did Tang Shen start a war against the surrounding forces every time the Yin Qi was strong in the past?"
As a monk in the underworld, Old Man Gongsun understands this all too well.
The underworld is different from the Yang world. Although the Yang world is divided into countries, ordinary people will always go abroad if they keep walking in the same direction.
The underworld is a closed world, distributed in a point pattern. The underworld is like a mortal city. It cannot be built by the uncanny workmanship of nature. It requires sufficient resources (yin energy) and population.
Therefore, Tang Shen always wants to go out, lay down more yin soil and yang soil, and use more resources to worship himself.
"I see…"
Tang Ping suddenly realized.
If it is true as Gongsun guessed, it is estimated that Tang Shen will not sit still and wait for death. There will be a bigger war next time, and within a dozen years, all mortals in the underworld will participate.
The time cannot be too early, because too early the enemy will be on guard; Tang Shen is old, so there cannot be more than ten years.
"Mr. Gongsun, have you found the evil spirit technique I want?"
"I found it. There is only one continuation of the Yin Gathering Technique. This is the most common technique. Without the means to condense the evil spirit, you can only practice it to the late stage of the evil spirit at most."
The old man Gongsun looked at Tang Ping in a strange way, "It's strange. With your evil spirit realm, if you just take refuge with a wandering god general, don't you have some skills? Last time the ghost market recruited a patrol manager, you didn't fight."
"You're a coward, there's nothing you can do about it. Old sir, I bought the technique."
"You will not live long if you are timid. The lifespan of an evil soul is only eighty years. Without enough resources, it is not possible to practice cultivation alone. You have to fight for it! What do you think of Xiao Cui's current status?
You have known each other for more than ten years. How is she now, and how are you now? "
Old man Gongsun was in his old age, and it was really sad to see Tang Ping wasted so much.
"Haha, that's too much to say. Old man, bring me the exercises. I have something to do and I'm in a hurry to go back." Tang Ping laughed and took out a sack full of materials from his storage bag.
"Take it, take it." Old man Gongsun didn't even look at it, and immediately waved his hand to drive them away.
"goodbye!"
After walking out of the ghost market, Tang Ping walked through the dense forest.
God help me!
He has a lifespan of one hundred and twenty years. If he practices for a few more years and another underworld contract is completed, he can add a few decades to his lifespan.
Round up to two hundred.
As long as you survive until the end, no matter how incompetent you are, you will still be the most senior old ghost.
When there is no shortage of resources and techniques, if you concentrate on practicing, if you break through the Wandering God and outlast the other ghost generals, it will be easy to obtain the Three Thorns Land.
Time is mine, why should I struggle in a hurry?
