The carcass of the dragon slowly emerged from the water.
The leader was dead, the Dragon Clan was defeated, and the dragons fled in all directions, even biting their master.
"Surrender! We surrender!! Huan Longshe brings his tribe to surrender!"
A middle-aged man wearing a beast suit and tattoos on his face led the tribe to kneel.
"Don't even move!!"
Hungry wolves, tigers, eagles... surrounded the soldiers of the Huanlong clan from all directions. Zhang Wulang held a bow and arrow and stared at the leader of the Huanlong family with blue eyes.
Although he did not draw his bow and draw his sword, if there was any change in the leader in front of him, he guaranteed that his bow and arrow would arrive first.
"The leader is dead! The leader is dead!"
Suddenly, someone from the Xiong clan shouted.
Everyone hurried forward.
In the woods on the edge of the tidal flat, I saw Xiong Ying's tall body leaning against the tree, his head lowered, motionless, and blood slowly dripping down his chin.
Zhang Cong stood beside him, his eyes red.
Xiong Man pushed away the crowd with a look of disbelief on his face, not believing that his father was actually dead.
My father is a first-rate hero, who brought up the Xiong clan from a savage.
Gods kill bears, flee thousands of miles, settle downriver... without exception, there is always a father figure.
Unexpectedly, today, I will reach the end of my life.
"Brother Ying said before his death that if something unexpected happens, you will be the next clan leader. Please forgive me. Brother Ying just returned to the embrace of the gods;... Prepare to accept surrender. The chief culprit will be killed and the rest will be pardoned. This will enhance your prestige. Opportunity."
No one can escape death.
At this time, the water flow started to move again.
When everyone went to see the body of the turtle, they saw a yellow dragon biting the dragon's neck and dragging it into the water.
"This is the aura of the Divine Lord, and it should be the Divine Lord's mount."
At night, the sun sets.
At the top of Meishan Mountain, this mountain is not high, but very steep, like a green sword, reaching straight into the sky.
On the top of the mountain, there is a five-color altar, filled with moxa smoke.
Zhang Cong was dressed in red and wore an evil ghost mask to offer sacrifices to heaven.
There were cattle, sheep, and pigs on the altar. Even though there were three thousand captives, no human sacrifices were performed.
The head of the Huanlong clan and the great witch knelt in front of the altar.
"Fu Wei Shang Xiang!"
Wow!
The dark wind suddenly rose, and a three-eyed god with a foot stepping on a dragon loomed.
Then it disappeared into the clouds.
"Please ask the gods for instructions!"
Zhang Cong asked, then burned the tortoise shell with flames.
"kill!"
Seeing the lines on it, Zhang Cong came down immediately.
The warriors on both sides raised their swords and dropped their swords, and two good heads fell to the ground.
For some reason, when Xiong Man saw the surging blood, he felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and he felt a desire to feast.
Above the clouds, Tang Ping looked at the humans below.
"This is the second generation."
Zhang Cong, Xiong Man, Zhang Wulang, and barely counting Mu Hua Nu from the tree tribe.
These are all second-generation geniuses.
Everyone is gifted with special talents and has magical powers since birth.
You can enter the evil soul after practicing casually for more than ten years. Some people are born with this state.
This is the heel of the nobles in this world. They are born with the blood of a strong person. Through later development, they can practice faster than ordinary people and have more powerful magical powers.
Sometimes it is not to blame that the hierarchy in this world is solidified. The strong are at the top no matter where they go.
This is why Tang Ping doesn't like going out to compete for resources.
I don’t know how others are doing, and I may not be as good at it as others.
Others can plunder a large amount of resources in a short period of time and immediately reach a very high level in just a hundred years.
What I am good at is the proficiency brought by Guo Dice. I cannot sacrifice my own strengths to compare with others.
Need to figure it out slowly.
Fortunately, my life span is actually pretty good and I can survive.
night.
Tang Ping enters Zhang Cong's dream.
Looking at the majestic prison-like god, Zhang Cong knelt down and saluted.
"Greetings to the Lord."
"Well done, thank you for your hard work." Tang Ping praised, "Tell me about the Yangjian Dojo. I am planning to build a Dojo in the Yangjian."
"Yes, there are two types of dojos in the underworld. One uses human sacrifices, including men, women, old and young. There are seventy-two people in total, two nobles with blood. From now on, two to twenty people will be sacrificed every year, and the gods will sacrifice Your divine power can maintain a piece of mortal earth."
The advantage of this method is that some ghosts and gods can stay in the human world.
No matter what level of cultivation you have, you can stay in the Yang Realm.
Ordinary ghost soldiers can be stationed, as can evil spirits that can only come up on July 15th.
If you want to take the initiative, you need to sacrifice blood on a large scale and artificially create an environment similar to July 15th.
If there are ghosts, gods and demons sitting in a force.
Ordinary tribes don't dare to provoke them. After all, there are many ghosts and gods, and the number of demons is strong. It is also their base camp.
The great affairs of the country lie in sacrifice and military affairs.
This is the original intention of this statement.
This time Tang Ping came up and wanted to completely restructure the Xiong clan.
To turn a clan into a country, it must be equipped with a baron in the end.
No matter how much time it takes, at least there is a goal.
This is the basic requirement of Shen Yu and the Four Rites of Heaven and Earth.
This is called official sacrifice.
"No, I am the righteous god of heaven and earth taught by Taiyi himself, and I will not eat human sacrifices."
Tang Ping flatly refused.
Just as he knows that his advantage is to tell the truth.
The advantage of the Xiong family is that they can divide their fields without blood sacrifice.
Otherwise, who would be willing to come to this remote mountain and forest with you and suffer.
If the Xiong family becomes like this, wouldn't it be bad for others to take refuge in the Wu family?
"What's the other way?"
"I don't know." Zhang Cong felt a little ashamed.
"..."
Tang Ping was speechless.
But think about it, sacrifice is an advanced technology, and Zhang Cong knows one that is pretty good.
After all, it was originally a small household.
Without the method of sacrifice and the absence of extraordinary power, this is also the reason why many tribes cannot establish a country.
After all, this is not the world in the previous life, where a country can be built with a large number of people.
Without sacrifices and institutions, it can only be regarded as a tribe, not a country.
"My subordinates are incompetent. I have no experience in breaking ground, clearing land, building houses, sacrificing water, sacrificing troops, activating blood and other sacrificial methods."
"...You eat Nan'an first, and we'll talk about it later. I have my own way."
"How about going north and getting it from the original Zuo family or Wu family?"
"No need, go south first, and then go north. The population does not exceed one hundred thousand, and those who are not strong in breathing cannot go north."
Going south is similar to the Wuyue Lingnan area in the previous life, where there is wilderness everywhere.
Now that we have enough time, if the first generation is not enough, we can use the second generation. If the second generation is not good, we can use the third generation. One day we can develop it.
The construction of a great country cannot be separated from the forefathers' exposure to frost and cutting off thorns.
"As you command!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dream disappeared.
outside world.
Tang Ping flew into the water and transformed into a statue of Sikong, a man with a body and a fish.
Although it is not his own territory, he is still at home.
Zhang Cong's words just now also reminded me.
Maybe we can start with the Wu family.
Aren't there still two Zongmu wizards in the underworld? Especially Wu Ming, who is said to be the great disciple of Zongmu Great Witch.
This needs to be figured out slowly. He has one more thing to do next.
Thirty feet into the water.
There was an undercurrent ahead and a dark water channel under the water.
Follow the undercurrent and enter the secret passage for who knows how long.
Wow!
The sound of water suddenly became louder, and Tang Ping fell down the waterfall.
This is a cave with glowing green mushrooms on the walls.
There were waves of mist and a cold wind blowing from nowhere.
Under the green light, this place seems like the underworld.
Fortunately, I am a ghost, so I am not afraid of these things.
Tang Ping looked around and saw the hole just now, but he didn't have time to come over.
There are fallen scales and bones everywhere in the cave.
There are also a few storage bags with miscellaneous items scattered around.
"Huh?"
Tang Ping stepped forward quickly and dug out a few pieces of turmeric and saltpeter from a pile of debris, as well as some shabby papers. The few lines on them seemed to be the content of the divine ginger saltpeter method.
"Qiu Sheng?"
It turns out that Qiu Sheng didn't succeed in breaking through or didn't want to become a ghost, but was eaten by a dragon on the way.
The pile of debris nearby should be caused by Qiu.
While Tang Ping was rummaging around, he also found some mica blocks and something similar to a map under the debris pile. More importantly... a lotus leaf bag under the map.
He unwrapped a wet lotus leaf bag and sniffed it carefully.
"Jade medicine? Old man Gongsun?"
