Yangjian.
Danshui.
The mountains are densely forested and the peaks are undulating.
Even in broad daylight, mist can be seen rising from time to time between the mountains and forests.
A strange man wearing a white feathered coat and a wooden indigo mask suddenly appeared.
The hot sun makes people's heads dizzy.
Tang Ping came to the underworld again.
The Dharma Eye unfolds, and colorful lines appear around it.
Under the eyes of the Dharma, evil spirits are actually quite easy to find.
It just doesn't meet my requirements.
As Tang Ping walked, he looked around.
Could the colorful clouds in the sky be caused by the practitioners breathing clouds and blowing out mist?
"Haha, that's really interesting."
Tang Ping couldn't help but laugh.
The immortals in this world are really interesting. They never hide from others in cultivation. No wonder there are so many legends about encountering immortals.
But think about it, since they are so powerful, the ones who should hide are mortals.
Tang Ping came to the woods where the surviving tree people lived.
This place has been cleared in advance, and now only Tang Ping is left.
There is a large hole three feet wide in the ground ahead.
Tang Ping walked up to it and watched.
This was the first time I saw the land of the tree people. I remember that the leader of the tree people planned to make a blood sacrifice in this cave.
Wow!
Suddenly, blue flames erupted from the hole.
The fireworks were scorching, the air was twisted and had a strange smell of sulfur.
Tang Ping took out the jade.
Approaching cautiously, dark dragon-shaped patterns appeared on the topaz.
The top grade evil spirits are in the form of dragon, phoenix and unicorn pattern.
It is indeed a top-grade evil spirit.
Before the flames disappeared, Tang Ping quickly took out the jade bottle he had prepared in advance.
This jade bottle is pitch black in color, with mysterious patterns cast on it using bronze.
This is a vase for refining evil spirits. I bought it from the ghost market half a year ago to contain evil spirits.
Open the bottle and inject Yin power.
A suction force sucks the flame into thin lines and puts the evil spirit into the bottle.
Tang Ping took a look with his magic eye and saw that there was still a lot of blue in the ground. After the bottle absorbed it, the blue became a little lighter.
About three times?
I hope to be able to enter the realm of wandering gods after three times.
Tang Ping returned to the underworld, under the banyan tree.
Wow...
The vegetation is as tall as a person, and the tree trunks are obscured by their beards, making them invisible to outsiders.
Tang Ping took out the bottle.
Prepare to absorb evil spirits.
He stroked the hot bottle with a solemn expression.
Absorbing evil spirits is a dangerous job.
The essence of the soul body is Yin energy, which is translucent and is afraid of the wind, fire, thunder, lightning, and light in the Yang world.
There are only negative crops in the underworld, but there are many types of resources in the yang world. If ghosts want to become stronger, it is essential to enter and exit yin and yang.
The soul body needs to absorb turbid qi, which is evil qi, and in the future it will absorb clean qi, which is gang qi.
A combination of clear and turbid conditions can make it normal, and at this time it can be called Yang Shen.
Tang Ping recited the incantation silently.
"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious and empty, and there is nothing in it."
Evil spirit is external air, so be extremely careful when absorbing evil spirit.
Otherwise, there is a risk of physical and spiritual destruction.
Hiss, hiss...
Suddenly, an earth python crawled out of the ground. The earth python had only eyes and no other facial features. A huge mouth full of sharp teeth opened on its head.
His eyes sparkled with desire.
"Huh? You want it?"
This was the first time Tang Ping saw the earth python showing such an expression.
Simply hand it to the soil python.
hiss……
The earth python opened its mouth and sucked it in, but the extremely high-heat blue fire could not harm it at all.
After absorbing the evil spirit, the earth python suddenly exhaled a bright yellow breath.
This energy transformed into a dragon.
It has bright yellow scales, golden pupils, five claws like an eagle, a nine-curved body, and a fierce look in its eyes.
Through Dharma eyes, we can see that this is also evil spirit.
The essences of various natures include the earth, the Nine Netherworld, darkness, and coldness.
Tang Ping was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily: "Haha, that's it!"
The earth python is the essence of the earth, and it is also a kind of turbid air that accommodates all things.
As long as you feed its evil spirit, you can cultivate this evil spirit.
In the shape of a dragon, it is naturally a high-grade evil spirit.
There is also the weight of the earth and the coldness of the underworld.
Tang Ping looked at it for a long time. This curved body and the changing mist were like a stream.
"Just call you Jiuyou Huangquansha."
In this world, the term "underworld" appears for the first time.
Compared to the hot flames, this evil spirit undoubtedly made Tang Ping the most comfortable.
He carefully used the bottle to collect the evil spirit of Huangquan, mobilized his Yin power, and absorbed it into his body bit by bit.
A few hours later, a wisp of Huangquan's evil spirit was absorbed.
The original bluish-gray color was close to the physical soul body, and was faintly yellowish.
Tang Ping confirmed again and again that something had indeed changed.
The evil spirit will indeed change the image of the soul body.
Both the black wood ghost back then and the centipede now are.
Will you turn into a dragon in the future? Or a god surrounded by dragons?
I think the dragon surrounding the body is quite domineering.
For some reason, Tang Ping suddenly remembered a scene, in which a group of tree people kowtowed and chanted "God of the Dragon God", and couldn't help but shudder.
Absolutely not, it must be corrected.
The name of the tree god can be sloppy, but the main body of the underground master must be loud.
Tang Ping continued to practice.
A few days later.
Under the banyan tree, the three eyes of the black-clothed ghost opened at the same time, both eyes bursting with blue light.
The Secret Method of Taiyin Food Evil (1/1000)
"Finally done." Tang Ping breathed out.
This is much harder than imagined.
There is no big or small success in this method, as long as it reaches the upper limit.
But there are no other techniques that require the absorption of evil spirits to grow if practiced every day.
But there's no rush, he has plenty of time.
A lifespan of one hundred and eighty years took just over thirty years.
Nowadays, most of the wandering gods in the underworld cannot survive themselves, let alone evil souls with a life span of more than eighty years.
At that time, the King's flag will have to be replaced again.
When Tang Ping was practicing.
The green mist seemed to be alive, spreading like a tide.
The blood moon in the sky is covered.
A figure enters this realm.
This man has white hair and a green body, and his body is covered with a layer of three-inch white hair. He looks like an old ape.
This is the mandrill known as Lao Guitou, the new owner of Kumu Ridge.
The mandrill looked around curiously.
"The grass and trees are growing well. He is a ghost who knows how to take care of them. There is no smell of blood and no need for human sacrifice. Well, it is in line with nature."
The mandrill kept walking until he saw a huge banyan tree.
Immediately, I couldn't help but marvel: "It's truly a creation that conquers the world."
At this time, the grass and trees parted and a person appeared.
This person's skin has brown wood grain, and there are cyan Dharma eyes between his eyebrows, which were originally transformed by Tang Ping.
"You must be Maohou, right?" Mandrill asked.
"Exactly. What materials do I want?"
Tang Ping could roughly see this person's strength through his Dharma Eyes.
Wandering gods, viviparous people.
Judging from the appearance, could it be the one at Kumuling?
"I heard that there is a Maohou who is good at planting, so I came to take a look when I had time."
The mandrill laughed.
As a strange person who eats wild fruits and grows spiritual grass, he is not full of blood evil spirit like those wandering gods, and his personality is not surly or irritable.
"Haha, welcome, the wooden house is simple, why not sit under the tree?"
Tang Ping reached out and pointed.
Kaka...
Tree roots sprouted from the ground, and the roots formed a table.
The shades of the banyan trees parted, revealing the blood moon alone.
"What a magical power!"
The two sat down and Tang Ping conjured two bottles of narcissus wine.
Mandrill took a sip and his eyes suddenly lit up.
“Good wine!”
Mandrill secretly thought, this Maohou is also a wonderful person.
This time I came here to see how this neighbor was doing. I had heard of his reputation for being good at planting before, but I never thought that his personality was quite to my liking.
"Is this narcissus wine? This wine has a rich fruity aroma. I haven't drunk it in many years."
After several rounds of clinking glasses, Tang Ping pretended not to know and said, "What is my father-in-law's surname?"
"I live in Lvmuling, and my name is Mandrill." Fearing that Tang Ping didn't know, Mandrill added, "Lvmuling was originally called Kumuling."
"That's it. I've admired you for a long time."
The mandrill is the old ghost, and the old man is the old man. No wonder people call them old ghosts.
Tang Ping is also interested in making friends. This ghost seems to be okay and we can cooperate with him if we have the opportunity in the future.
Of course, Tang Ping would not be flattering.
At least within one-third of an acre, You Shen still couldn't defeat him.
Coupled with so many successful spells, he also has the combat power of a wandering god.
"Goodbye, little friend, I'll sit down at Kumu Ridge another day."
"Of course."
Tang Ping nodded and agreed.
The days after that were relatively simple.
Farming, refining weapons, condensing demons, going to the ghost market, occasionally visiting Greenwood Ridge, just drinking and chatting, but not making any demands.
No matter how turbulent the outside world is, I remain firm and unmoving.
It’s the Spring Festival again.
