Wu's meeting hall.
Wu Zhi sat below, and the main seat was replaced by a solid-color feathered figure.
This person has snow-white feathers all over his body, his skin color is also snow-white, he has bird-like eyes, he looks middle-aged, and there are deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
This is Yu Renqing.
Yuren's longevity is not unconditional longevity, nor is it the kind of longevity that greatly exceeds that of ordinary people.
Lifespan has been a problem that has troubled gods from all walks of life since ancient times. No one can obtain eternal life.
Most feather people can only be said to have longevity, not immortality, or even immortality.
The lifespan of an ordinary feathered person is one hundred and fifty years, plus one hundred for the period of eating food and three hundred for the period of breathing.
They probably live about two hundred years longer than ordinary monks.
Yu Renqing made a breakthrough in Qi refining, but he improved at the cost of consuming his lifespan and consuming his roots.
Now after so many years, the body's functions are gradually declining, and Yu Renqing knows that this is his last chance.
Defeat the Ba Snake and defeat the rising powerful enemy.
There has been a hundred years of peace here, and a hundred years later, his son Yu Renbi will be able to grow up, and with the magic weapon he left behind, he can still suppress him for the rest of his life.
No more defeat is allowed this time.
That battle almost brought them to a standstill. Now that they have finally regained some strength, Yu Renqing feels that they should put an end to all this as soon as possible.
"Do you know the information about Chu Man?" Yu Renqing looked at everyone.
An old man stood out from the crowd. This man was Wu Lan, the commander-in-chief.
"I have a vague impression of the official. Do you still remember the Zhang clan and the Xiong clan in the Danshui area? Chuman is them."
Among them, many old people were thoughtful, and some recalled things.
"Nowadays, the Chu people have a large population, and there are several Chi Qi. They are a relatively threatening force to the future."
What is the most fearful thing for a force that is in a state of insecurity?
The most fearful thing is the emerging forces. The masters are all young and middle-aged. They don't have to do anything, they just need to outlast these old guys.
This was the idea when Wu Clan in Jiangkou captured three cities of Zuo Clan in one city.
Nowadays, the younger generations are dying one after another, and now it is their turn to be tortured.
The great shaman Zongmu also stood up and said: "The Chu barbarians already have underworlds. The underworlds in the two places are very close and will soon be connected. By then, there will be hundreds of thousands of miles away from the underworld. If they get involved in the underworld, it will be difficult for us to find them. We must kill them in advance." Take it.”
The great witch Zongmu asked the ancestors in the underworld to make sacrifices to see if any ghosts from Chu State had sneaked into the underworld.
Except for a small number of ordinary ghosts, there are no masters.
As for ghosts, you don't need to worry too much.
"This matter must not be made public. The people (ghosts) here will swear a blood oath to prevent any leakage of information."
This war is important and determines Wu's potential.
Theoretically, you can turn to the monarch for help, but the monarch would like them to be beaten to pieces so that they can completely surrender.
"yes!"
Afterwards, Wu quietly mobilized.
In addition to the standing troops of 10,000 people in four divisions, many additional Chinese people were recruited.
The troops are expected to be launched in the fall.
At the same time, the practitioners also began to hoard supplies.
Shops in Jianxia Ghost Market purchase materials in large quantities.
At this time, everyone in Chu State didn’t know yet.
Hades.
Pool.
A man with a black fish head came forward to pay his respects.
"Black man pays homage to Lord Sikong."
"Well, no gifts."
"Wei Chen has a clue about the treasure Lord Sikong is looking for, but I don't know if it counts."
Tang Ping raised his eyebrows and asked, "Please tell me."
"There seems to be an ancient dragon ball in the well where the Well God Dragon King resides. He relies on this object to practice and absorbs the evil spirit emitted by the dragon ball, so that he can achieve what he has today."
"Dragon Ball..." Tang Ping murmured to himself.
There are no caves in the pool, the earth, or the altar.
The Dragon Ball should be a water-attributed treasure, so there might be a chance to win it.
Jing Shen Jiaolong's cultivation is not strong.
The hard part is how to take this guy down safely.
What Tang Ping didn't know was that the other party came to the door first.
Qunyu Mountain.
A few clouds fell.
Tang Ping sensed it from a distance and immediately came out of the cave and entered the cabin.
Clouds fell in front of the cabin.
Two people got down.
One person is a living person, the other is three meters tall, has a black dragon head, and the dragon head has no horns. It is the head of a dragon, and the whole body is filled with rich water vapor.
Wu Lan and the Well God Jiaolong!
When the two fell, a little frog seemed to be frightened and immediately jumped away.
Tang Ping walked out of the house.
"Fellow Taoist Tang, let's buy elixirs." Wu Lan went straight to the topic, "Red Hair Cloud Liquid Pills, Dragon Scale Pills, and other common elixirs, fish scale pills, and gold sore medicines. The more the better. Oh, by the way, this one It’s Senior Jing Shen.”
"It turns out you are fellow Taoist Jingshen, whose name I have admired for a long time. Your Taoist temple is at the mouth of the Han River, and I have also admired you for a long time."
Tang Ping was a little surprised that he actually came to the door. It seemed that he was still famous.
"Fellow Taoist Jing Shen wants Dragon Scale Pill?"
For aquatic people or those who practice water-attribute skills, Dragon Scale Pill is a magical medicine, and it is effective even if they have cultivated to the realm of Night Travel God.
"Are these two fellow Taoists buying in large quantities? As for the price, how about giving you a 20% discount?"
"Exactly."
There are twenty-one dragon scale pills and rambutan pills. One pill can be used for several months of practice. If time is urgent and most of the potion is wasted, you can quickly replenish your energy. It can be said that it is a must-have for home travel and murder and arson. Good medicine.
The two of them each bought six dragon scale pills and rambutans.
As well as some common elixirs.
With another 20% off, the total amount is more than 600.
At this point, Tang Ping's savings exceeded 3,000 ghost money. If converted into Jingguo currency, it would be worth about 15 million, which can be used to buy some good magic weapons and materials.
He waited for the corresponding heavenly material and earthly treasure to appear in the ghost market.
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
The two of them flew back to Jiangkou City, two hundred miles away.
On the way, Jing Shen Jiaolong poured out a dark dragon scale pill, put it under his nose and smelled it.
"How's the quality?"
"It's not bad. It's better than the elixir made by Luren and Zongmu, and the quality is very stable."
Tang Ping actually overestimates the level of alchemy in this world. The elixirs refined by most alchemists are not very stable. If you feel good today and refine a high-grade elixir, you may only be able to refine a low-grade elixir tomorrow.
There are always several defective products in a bottle of elixirs, but all of them in Tang Ping are qualified and high-quality products.
A small side effect is nothing compared to this.
Thinking of this, Jing Shen couldn't help but sigh and said: "How kind, what a kind ghost."
"Haha, I won't bring you here if I'm not kind." Wu Lan said with a smile, "The war is about to start, and since he is alone, we can take the opportunity to recruit him over."
"It depends on the situation. People may not be willing to do it."
"Is there any other way..." Wu Lan smiled evilly.
A few days later, Tang Ping also discovered something was wrong.
The Wu family is not just purchasing supplies for individuals, but as a whole.
Jianxia Ghost Market can only be entered but not exited, and people in Zongmu spend a lot of money.
Zongmu Guiwu and several members of his subordinate families have come to him for medicine.
There are people who want semi-finished products that could not be sold before.
"Something's wrong..."
Tang Ping returned to the underworld and ordered everyone to inquire about the news, especially the ghosts.
Information came from all sides.
Within the cave.
Tang Ping's eyes flickered and he smiled coldly: "It turns out there's going to be a war."
He came to the ghost market and found Nanlumeng. When they met, he got straight to the point: "Brother Nanlu, there is valuable news, and it may be up to you to take action."
"Oh? What news?"
Tang Ping whispered in his ear.
Nanlumeng was overjoyed and said with a smile: "It is indeed good news, can you keep it true?"
"Absolutely sure."
"Okay, I'll find the channel right now. I'll pay the deposit first. When the money arrives, we'll split it 50-50."
The ghost market has a special person responsible for selling information. In order to ensure that the information is not false, the party providing the information will pay a deposit.
For example, if the news is sold for 1,000 yuan, a deposit of 2,000 yuan will be required. At the same time, the purchasing party will also hand over the ghost money to the tooth person for safekeeping in advance.
Once the information is confirmed to be true, the money can be settled and the dentist will draw a portion of the commission.
If the news is false, the deposit will not be refunded.
The next day, good news came from Nanlumeng, which was sold to the Dongling family for 800 yuan.
Tang Ping went to both the Yang world and the underworld to inform everyone of the news in advance.
"We need to strike first."
"yes!"
Altar of the Abyss.
In addition to the Four Rites of Heaven and Earth, there are also many other sacrifices, including blood sacrifices almost every now and then.
"What if I intercept part of it secretly?" Tang Ping did as he said.
The mind enters the altar, intercepting one-fifth of the moxa smoke and sacrificial mana each time.
Zongmu Guiwu checked several times during this period, but did not find out the reason. He just thought that the number of sacrifices was too many, which led to poor results.
I wouldn’t think that the altar has become a spirit.
The Yin and Yang realms offered sacrifices at the same time, and blood clouds condensed above the altar.
They had to build a passage to protect a hundred thousand ghost soldiers, otherwise they would just go out and be blown away by the sun and the breeze.
Hence the need for daily sacrifices.
This large ceremony requires at least 800 people.
The constant stream of sacrifices made Tang Ping feel good. Since he didn't eat blood food, he didn't even eat blood food essence, so no one noticed this detail.
Interior of the altar.
Tang Ping manifested the divine Dharma form of the red eyebrow altar carved in indigo lacquer. The moxa smoke mixed with faith, magic power and spiritual thoughts spread all around like white clouds, and was then absorbed by the Dharma form.
In the dark, all living beings are whispering.
Tang Ping probably understood the function of the altar contract.
That is generating spells.
The moxa smoke is extremely strong, and the recent sacrifice was equivalent to more than ten years' worth.
boom!
At this time, there was a loud noise.
In front of Gao Dice, there is an additional spell in the column of the magical power Jingtan deed: the foundation of opening the altar to fight - magical power.
(End of chapter)
