"This boy is quite magical."
Zhang Cong thought.
This is just like Xiong Ying's third son, who was born to control flames and feed on fire.
What ability does his son have?
It seems that this is a sign of prosperity for the family.
Roar!
At this time, there were roars from the bottom of the mountain, mixed with the sounds of human beings crying in fear.
Zhang Cong handed his son over to the old woman, walked out of the door and looked into the distance. He saw many bodies one foot long suddenly emerging from the water below the mountain. They had scales on their backs and abdomens, and their teeth were as sharp as knives.
This is the Niantuo dragon, also known as the Zhupo dragon.
There is something like a chair on the dragon's back, and sitting on it is a strange man with tattoos on his hair and fish gills on his cheeks.
It is these people who control the dragon and attack the Chinese on the shore.
The Chinese were well prepared, so they picked up the guy and started fighting with these people.
Zhang Cong quickly flew down the mountain to support him.
This is the Huanlong clan on the south bank, and they have been fighting with the Xiong clan from outside for several years.
The two tribes live on the south bank and on the north bank, and there are conflicts from time to time.
This is the power of the wilderness.
This was also the reason why the original Zuo family and Wu family were unwilling to set foot in the suburbs.
Because it takes too much effort, I don’t know when a powerful force will appear in the arena.
Now the Wu family claims to be thousands of miles southeast, but in fact the core area is only a hundred miles away.
…
In the underworld, Tang Ping sucked in the evil spirit.
After a long time, as his proficiency improved, he stopped again.
"Huh..." Tang Ping walked out of the wooden house and let out a long breath.
Look around again.
The ghost soldiers took care of the plants, and Zhang Qi controlled the twelve paper men to open up wasteland.
Now there are more than 20 acres of ghost rice fields and more than 2,000 cotton plants.
In a few years, Wu Yang's evil spirit will soon be exhausted.
Then you can find the evil spirit of Green Muling.
Have you run out of Greenwood Ridge?
I guess I have to find other evil spirits.
This is the difficulty of Ningsha.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be only eight wandering gods over the years, but there would be hundreds of evil souls.
One is difficulty, and the other is quantity.
If you don't enter the flow of evil spirits, they are easy to condense. If you want more advanced ones, you can only look for them all over the world.
It often happens that people are so ambitious that they start practicing after finding some high-grade evil spirits. However, they cannot find it later and are trapped to death.
If the earth python hadn't appeared like this, Tang Ping would probably have found a larger amount of low-grade evil spirit to practice.
"No matter so much, practice first."
Tang Ping continued to immerse himself in making fire and refining medicine, and did nothing except go to the underworld to get water.
Cultivation takes no time.
Eight years passed quietly.
On this day, inside the wooden house, Tang Ping's body had turned light yellow, and Wu Yang's evil energy had been used up.
"Green Wood Ridge..." Tang Ping's face was covered with wood grain, and he disappeared in a flash.
In eight years, the number of aquariums exceeded eighty.
There are fifty ghost soldiers and forty or fifty incomplete Xiong ghosts, all of which are used for farming.
The yin soil exceeds one hundred feet, and the banyan trees cover one and a half miles and are three meters high. The pool expanded to a radius of fifty feet.
Maohou's sphere of influence expanded to a radius of three miles.
"Mandrill, come down here to buy the evil spirit."
"Oh? Are you ready?"
"Um."
After getting the evil spirit, Tang Ping took advantage of the blood moon to return to the banyan tree.
It's the time for the Great Worship Ceremony.
It's back to the original scene of demons dancing around.
There are ghosts and gods fighting everywhere, and lonely ghosts look like crazy demons, regardless of the consequences.
The last time dozens of ghosts attacked this place, Zhang Qi led his troops and killed many, making this place a forbidden place for lonely souls.
All this stems from the war a few years ago. Many strong men turned into ghosts and came to the underworld.
Each one has its old subordinates, so naturally there will be a bloody storm.
Not only in the underworld, but also in the upper world, there are people competing for the dojo.
There are special altars for worshiping the wandering gods in the underworld. Except for the official Shen Yu, the others are basically the same. Some offer sacrifices twelve times a year.
These are also robbed by ghosts.
Especially for the three wandering gods, centipede, centipede, and fire ghost, who were originally worshiped by the Zuo family, life became even more difficult.
The sky is bright and the sky is quiet and quiet below.
Tang Ping was not in a hurry to practice, but lay in the shade of a tree and watched for a while.
Various colors are reflected on the faces of black and white ghosts and gods, with brows and blue eyes staring upward.
"There is no difference between the underworld and the earth."
Tang Ping sighed.
It's just a change of place.
Above ground space becomes underground space.
This so-called underworld does not have the facilities in the myths and legends of later generations.
It is said that there is a gate of ghosts on July 15th, but in fact, I don’t see any gates of ghosts that restrict ghosts and gods.
Ghosts and gods of a certain strength can freely enter and exit Yin and Yang, and even lead their own subordinates in and out of Yin and Yang.
"Perhaps this is why there is such a popular culture of witches and ghosts in this world."
Tang Ping didn't like this chaotic and evil environment.
Especially when I saw the nobles of the Yin and Shang dynasties eating fish heads with chopped peppers and eating human heads cooked in the cauldron, I felt more and more uncomfortable.
Eating people becomes civilized, but not eating people becomes barbarians.
Tang Ping was too lazy to watch these fights, so he decided to improve his strength first.
Next comes another long retreat.
The proficiency of bait refining method slowly increases.
Six quotas were saved, and four were given to human warriors.
Keep the remaining two for later use.
Inside the cabin.
Tang Ping held his breath and concentrated, summoned the earth python, and at the same time opened three bottles that stored the dead bones.
Dark evil aura floated out.
The earth python evolved its five senses, swallowed the dead wood evil spirit in one gulp, and then spit out a yellow evil spirit that was several times smaller than this.
"Three bottles of non-influential spirits can be transformed into one bottle of Jiuyou Huangquan Evil. It's not bad."
At present, Tang Ping is quite satisfied.
During the next period of time, external affairs will be left entirely to Zhang Qi and Frog.
Don’t ask for much, just be patient.
When he needed supplies, he asked Zhang Qi to go to the ghost market to exchange herbs and salted fish.
This day.
"Marquis Shen, there is a man outside who calls himself Centipede, asking for an audience."
"Let him come in." Tang Ping already knew.
A middle-aged man walked in, with a plain appearance, and his eyes changed color from time to time.
"Are you about to break through?"
"It's not the time to make a breakthrough before you have the evil spirit." Tang Ping said with a smile, "Why are you here?"
"In exchange for some supplies, I have a crypt with low-grade mirage evil energy in the mortal world. Can I use this in exchange?" Centipede asked, and he had very little savings left.
"sure."
Tang Ping agreed.
But I felt a little strange that the word "seeking for a meeting" was used.
And he actually came to the door. What do you want to do?
Could it be that you want to steal something?
"I heard that you have a good relationship with Mandrill. Are you now his subordinate?" Centipede asked tentatively.
Hearing this, Tang Ping became wary and said, "Exactly, we are also drinking buddies, haha."
"I see."
Centipede looked around, his face uncertain, his eyes flickering, and he said: "Do you want to cooperate? Our two families are together, and we are all being excluded anyway."
"Forget it. If I'm not capable enough, I won't participate."
"Humph, you are cowardly. Don't you want the resources to break through the realm? We have known each other for many years, and I have to remind you that you can't do it without fighting. It is better to rely on yourself than relying on others."
Centipede seems to hate iron.
"Don't dare, I'm a coward."
Tang Ping repeatedly declined.
Centipede was helpless and pretended to leave easily.
After this person left, Tang Ping sneered.
This guy is trying to kill two birds with one stone.
On the one hand, it’s for a fight, and on the other hand, it’s for your own land.
No matter what, if you go to the battlefield, you will definitely die inexplicably.
If he hadn't used the name of Mandrill, he would have robbed him long ago.
"Hmph, play tricks with me."
In the underworld, you must not trust any ghost.
In the past, I kept saying that there was no way to refine weapons, but this guy's shop has been selling magic weapons.
Come here in person now, I guess the situation in the underworld is indeed not good.
No matter what, let’s break through first.
All resources are fake, and the evil spirits that are not in the underworld are also present in the major wandering god forces.
Zhang Qi went to the ghost market to set up a stall, and it was almost enough to exchange the elixir for it.
Now that you are guaranteed to be a stable player, why bother creating unnecessary demands for yourself?
Sunrise and sunset.
A full twenty years have passed.
The human world, the land of the Xiong clan.
Xiong Ying, who is nearly seventy years old, still looks like a man in his prime, and has a lifespan of 120 years while taking bait.
On this day, bad news suddenly came from the mountain.
Zhang Cong, who was in his forties and looked like a middle-aged man, came over.
"The Huanlong clan on the south bank has a spirit-eating (Wandering God) demon!"
