Under the blood moon, the ghosts stood up.
Looking at Tang Ping suspended in the void.
"Marquis Shen, please let me follow you."
Xiong Ying stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"Oh? What are you going to do?" Tang Ping asked.
All the ghosts thought they were angry, but in fact they were not, not at all.
"An unfilial son has ruined a century-old family business, and I want to end it all with my own hands."
"Wrong, wrong."
Tang Ping shook his head.
"Xiong Man disobeyed the gods and must be punished!" Zhang Qi stepped forward and said.
"correct!"
Zhang Qi is indeed his subordinate who has been with him for hundreds of years.
"Do you know why? Once a person dies, his debts will be wiped out. You are not allowed to interfere in the human world. The affairs of the human world have nothing to do with you."
When a person dies, his or her debts will be wiped out. Whatever he did during his lifetime, there will be consequences from the gods after his death.
The ghosts were thoughtful.
Rather than regretting it and starting over again, interfering with the normal operation of the world.
He doesn't care if Chu is destroyed.
This is not your fundamental.
The underworld is your foundation, and the underground master is your foundation.
It doesn't matter if there is a foolish king in Chu State, it is a matter of living people; you can just act as a ghost and god to warn, which means that you do not approve of this matter, and then there will be loyal ministers, good generals or other wise kings to bring order to the chaos.
Even if the country is really destroyed, it can only be said that there is not enough energy.
If you can't even manage the Chu State, you'd better die early and come down to work for yourself.
After all, I am not the nanny of Chu State. If I have to dictate matters in the world of the world, I will definitely be kidnapped by people in the living world.
A foolish king appeared today, and ghosts and gods stepped in to bring order to the chaos.
A younger brother will appear tomorrow who usurps power. Should we take action? What if the elder brother is a Yongjun and the younger brother is an eternal emperor like Li Shimin?
If you don't deal with your younger brother, wouldn't it mean that you are usurping the throne by default?
After taking care of the younger brother, there might be an uncle to usurp the throne next time.
Therefore, ghosts and gods cannot control much of the world, they only need to warn and express their attitudes.
The real bottom line in the underworld is not the rise and fall of dynasties in the underworld, but lies in the gods and Tang Ping himself, not the previous kings of Chu.
After the first warning from the gods, Xiong Man still made mistakes again and violated the ancestral rules by secretly using human sacrifices and disobeying the gods.
This will definitely require a heavy blow.
"Zhang Qi, bring the jar over here." Tang Ping pointed to the jar under the banyan tree not far away.
Under the banyan tree, there is a black altar half as tall as a man.
The black altar is covered with white charms, and the mouth of the altar is sealed with a white sail. There are some blood stains and densely packed names on the white sail.
Some names have been crossed out with a red pen, while others remain intact.
The ones crossed out are the ghosts that failed to be refined.
Tang Ping was a human being, oh no, a ghost.
If you want an iron rice bowl and have strong power, then become a warrior, otherwise you can only become a farmer.
He will give every ghost an equal opportunity to become stronger. As for whether you want to fight for it or not, you can only rely on yourself.
In fact, there are quite a lot of ghosts who signed up.
Many ghosts came down with missing arms and legs. Once they were trained into rampant soldiers, their bodies became healthy one by one.
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With the improvement of proficiency, the mortality rate of rampant soldiers has been reduced to less than 30%.
Zhang Qi ran under the tree and picked up the jar.
"Put it in front of me." Tang Ping took out a bowl of Yangjian water from his storage bag.
Tang Ping took a sip of Dharma water.
puff!
Squirt some water on it.
He pinched his fingers and muttered something.
"The order is personally led by the ghosts and gods, and the subordinates, lieutenants and elite soldiers, who are rampant in blood-feeding, are all aware of it and execute it according to the order: turning over altars and destroying temples, flying sand and stones, capturing goblins alive, specializing in taking living souls, cutting off future troubles, doing things urgently, and no delay is allowed. .The divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"
boom!
The mouth of the altar opened, bursts of black smoke flew out of the altar, and little people the size of thumbs flew out of it in circles.
Black smoke spread all around, and the little man grew bigger.
In the blink of an eye, there were soldiers standing under the banyan tree.
These rampant soldiers are nine feet tall, with strong physiques, green faces and fangs, green hair and blue eyes, their eyebrows are red like flames, their hair is messy, and their expressions are rampant.
The height and body shape are exactly the same, except for slight differences in appearance.
Everything else is basically the same.
Tang Ping was very satisfied with this.
Unlike the previous ghost soldiers, today's rampant soldiers are completely under their control.
No longer have to worry about ghost soldiers having evil intentions and exposing themselves.
No matter who you are now, you are qualified to become a rampant soldier.
The only thing that limits the quantity is the proficiency of the technique.
The ghosts not far away were immediately moved when they saw these menacing soldiers.
One rampant soldier can defeat five ordinary ghost soldiers.
A hundred rampant soldiers present can defeat a thousand ghost soldiers.
At this time, chanting came from the void.
This is Zhang Wulang's summons from the top of Meishan Mountain.
"Go! Go to heaven!"
Wow!
One hundred rampant soldiers roared and moved out in unison.
Xiaoqing took a sharp breath, and her body grew larger, two meters tall, lying on the ground like a house. Under the moonlight, it looked like it was made of jade.
Tang Ping jumped on the lotus leaf on the frog's head, sitting on the jade toad mythical beast, and lifted into the air.
Rampant soldiers entered the underworld.
At this time, it was dark night in the world.
The sky is clear and the moon is clear.
On the top of Meishan Mountain, little flames rose from the dark altar.
A man is dancing the Great God.
Zhang Wulang still looks like he was when he was young, and his blue eyes are getting deeper and deeper, as if he can see through yin and yang.
He has profound attainments in magic and has developed many secret techniques for fishing and hunting, which have benefited countless people. His reputation has surpassed that of the original leader Zhang Qi.
He is also one step away from becoming a wandering god, and the only thing that restricts him is some evil spirit.
call!
The black clouds are like ink, covering the bright moon.
Wow!
The wind became more violent, blowing across the mountains, making a "whining" sound like the wails of ghosts and gods.
Flying sand and flying rocks.
The ferocious soldiers, with eyebrows like blazing flames, armed with long knives, appeared in all directions, carrying the evil wind.
Flying sand and rocks are the characteristics of rampant soldiers. Whenever this phenomenon occurs, coupled with the formation of sinister wind, it is basically rampant.
Shadows covered everyone, and Zhang Wulang subconsciously looked up.
I saw a huge frog appearing in the sky. On the frog's back was the Shenhou. A two-foot-long yellow-scaled dragon was suspended in the sky. The dragon's deep golden eyes stared at me tightly, making people feel a chill in my back.
Behind him are his father, grandfather, and leader Xiong Ying.
"Greetings to the Lord of Gods! Greetings to my grandfather! Greetings to my father! Greetings to the leader!"
Zhang Wulang saluted in turn.
The frog shrank and the ghosts fell.
"Well done." Zhang Qi praised.
"Thank you for the compliment, grandfather." Zhang Wulang collected his thoughts, "Mannan wants to become king. He has broken through the wandering gods. We can't stop him at all. He has also captured more than a hundred people and is preparing for a blood sacrifice tomorrow."
"How many followers does he have?" Xiong Ying asked.
"The leader of the Long clan, Doctor Tu, and the Xiang clan."
Xiang is the fief of Xiong Man's younger brother, who is a die-hard supporter of Xiong Man.
"Doctor Tu is a wizard who specializes in blood sacrifices for him. We only found out about this a few days ago."
"Who are your allies?"
Zhang Wulang pointed below the altar.
A woman with one horn and wearing animal skin clothing, Yu Ji of the One-Horn Tribe, was the little girl that Tang Ping saved back then.
There is also a tree man named Mu Rong.
Tang Ping thought for a moment and said: "You lead the rampant soldiers and your subordinates to cut off the party members. Xiong Man is here."
"As you command!"
With Tang Ping's permission, the ghosts will follow Zhang Wulang and leave.
There were faint shouts of killing coming from the bottom of the mountain. The soldiers were flying sand and rocks, ignoring the terrain, either breaking through the wall, overturning the altar, or breaking down the door.
The hair is disheveled, the fierce flames are raging into the sky, and it is extremely rampant.
Tang Ping flew to the city.
(End of chapter)
