"Haha, King Nanlu is too polite. This is the elixir that was refined during this period."
Tang Ping handed over the elixir, greeted Nanlu King politely, and was about to leave.
"etc!"
Tang Ping turned around and looked at Nanlu King in confusion, wondering what kind of medicine this old boy was selling in his gourd.
"You have been alone all these years, so it's time for you to have a wife." King Nanlu's tone was concerned, and his eyes were kind. "I don't have a good life for a few years, and you and I share the same sorrow. I dare to make arrangements for you. How about a moment?"
"Oh? Your Majesty, please tell me." Tang Ping still pretended not to know.
"I have a descendant who is twenty-eight years old and very beautiful. If we two get together..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Ping interrupted with a wry smile and said: "Your Majesty, it's not that I don't accept your kindness, but have you forgotten that I am a ghost? How can ghosts carry on the family lineage?"
Tang Ping was a little speechless. Maybe he hadn't shown the characteristics and abilities of a ghost for a long time, so this guy thought he was a living person.
King Nanlu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Tang Ping was actually a ghost.
He now remembered that when Tang Ping came here for the first time, he had said that he was a ghost.
But his subsequent behavior made others subconsciously ignore that he was a ghost.
"Haha, even if you can't carry on the family lineage, it would be great to find someone to serve you. Of course, it depends on what you think."
Tang Ping declined politely, and King Nanlu said nothing more.
After all, if it was a marriage, King Nanlu would indeed have the opportunity and excuse to intervene.
But if you just need people to serve you, there is no need for so many dramas.
Wouldn't it be possible for others to just find a slave or create a few Dao soldiers to meet their needs? There is no need for you to intervene. Isn't it clear that you can arrange for your own people?
Tang Ping said goodbye to everyone.
Fly out of Jianxia Ghost Market.
There is a majestic city on the south side of the river. This is a city on the border of Wuxia Kingdom, Rencheng.
When Tang Ping flew out, an auspicious cloud fell on the top of the city. Judging from the flight trajectory of the cloud, it should have flown out of Jianxia Gorge.
Tang Ping met this person's eyes.
"Qi refining master!"
Tang Ping thought.
This person should be the guard of the Wuxia Ancient Kingdom in this area. Why did this person come out of the Jianxia Ghost Market?
Could it be that both parties had settled their differences, so why did they hide it from themselves?
Or is he the price for them to settle their feud?
Tang Ping had a wide range of ideas and thought about countless possibilities. The only source of this possibility was that it was bad for him, otherwise there was no need to hide it from himself or let him know.
Return to Qunyu Mountain.
Before returning to the mountain, Tang Ping made a special trip to Xijian Mountain.
The top of Xijian Mountain.
The water of the lake is clear, with a light pure white mist on the water.
There are various types of swords scattered across the water.
At this moment, the water surface is sparkling.
Buzz buzz...
A mysterious dragon roar echoed in all directions.
At this moment, the hair on every creature stood on end, and a feeling of extreme danger arose in his heart.
The three divine swords flew across the sky, spinning in a circle in the air, and then divided into hundreds or thousands, like rain falling, and when they fell to the ground, they suddenly dissipated invisible.
This kind of control method is truly breathtaking.
"Gathering and dispersing invisible, dividing into thousands, is this a Qi sword? Has Li Yuan made a breakthrough in Qi refining?" Tang Ping could see this man's cultivation level at a glance.
I saw a man in white robes by the lake, with long hair hanging down behind his shoulders, and pure white hair hanging from his temples. The breeze blew, and his robes fluttered, like a fairy.
This is Li Yuan, the Lord of Xijian Mountain and the Tinghou who was conferred by Tang Ping himself.
Near him, there was a man with an indigo complexion and wings of wind and thunder on his back, and a young man with dragon horns on his forehead and pale skin.
"It's strange, why my sword is a hammer and a chisel."
Wu Zixu was a little puzzled. This hammer and chisel could emit powerful lightning, but why weren't they in the form of a sword?
I thought that after breaking through the Ink Sword, I would return to normal, but I didn't expect that it would still be the case.
"Haha, I don't know, I just know that I broke through."
Li Yuanchunfeng was proud that he had finally become a master of Qi refining and looked like a mountain master.
This sentence made Wu Zixu want to fight with him.
"Stop, what are you talking about?"
The black fog came and went, and Tang Ping's figure appeared in the sky.
"Meet the Lord God."
Everyone put away their intentions of joking and saluted solemnly.
Tang Ping took out the Ten Thousand Dragons Jade Seal, handed it to Li Yuan, and told him: "This object needs to absorb the enemy's blood. Use this to kill the enemy in the future. Within forty years, I want to see the Jade Seal revived."
It is better to give this thing to the people from Xijian Mountain.
At present, there are no more enemies that these war madmen have come into contact with.
"Okay." Li Yuan agreed directly without negotiating the conditions. If it was just the enemy's blood, it wouldn't be too simple.
Tang Ping presented him with several bottles of elixirs and immediately returned to Qunyushan for retreat.
"Mudan, you will be fully responsible for the affairs reported by Qunyushan and Shanxia County. You can handle all the big and small matters yourself."
"But..." Mudan was a little nervous. What if she made a mistake?
“Make mistakes, make mistakes, don’t panic.”
Tang Ping is not someone who pursues perfection in everything.
If we look at it from the perspective of a latecomer, the underworld and the yang world are completely governed by inaction. Some things are full of mistakes and omissions, and we can only make up for them.
Especially in the Chu State, there would always be some trouble every one or two hundred years.
But it's not Tang Ping's fault, because he doesn't care about this at all, and some things are brought about in the process of development, and problems can only arise and be solved.
For some things, even prevention in advance is useless before that stage.
After explaining the affairs, Tang Ping changed to the Xiang River, sank into the Xiang River, closed the door tightly, and began to practice.
Time passes, the sun rises and sets.
Xiong Ba never appeared again, and it seemed that he would never come out again.
The back mountain of Chu State.
The dense forest is deep and the trees shade the sun.
The emerald green miasma is like a sky curtain, covering this deep mountain and old forest. The miasma is like a thousand-year-old green ghost, wandering around all day long, killing creatures who dare to enter it.
Deep in the woods, bursts of red light flickered. When you got closer, you saw that it was a fire pool with a radius of thousands of feet. The red flames formed various creatures, showing off their power in it.
This is the forbidden fire pool of Chu State, where the royal family developed their bloodline and cultivated the Zhurong Fire Body.
After generations of practice, it has already formed a treasure land full of spiritual energy.
There is a person in the fire pool.
A strange man with fire all over his body and veins of magma on his body.
This person is Xiong Ba, and the flames around Xiong Ba form phoenix birds flying and circling.
Xiong Ba's lifespan is about to come to an end, so it stands to reason that he should notify others in advance to prepare the quota for the mountain-cutting ceremony, so as not to miss the best opportunity.
But Xiong Ba didn't want to.
The flames in front of Xiong Ba suspended an irregular copper block with mottled patina. This copper was extraordinary. No matter how the flames refined it, it remained motionless.
"The copper from Shoushan is still short of a national treasure for the Chu State. In the entire Chu State, I am the only one qualified to refine the treasure. I must refine this thing."
Xiong Ba's voice was hoarse and low, with a strong air of death.
He doesn't want to break through, or he has no chance to break through.
The most appropriate stage for bloodline development is naturally in the prime of life. During this period, bloodline is active and there is basically no risk.
As one's own functions age, it will be more difficult for the bloodline to break through the shackles.
Xiong Ba has no chance anymore. The last time he took human flesh, he only turned a 0.1 hope into a 10% hope, which is still a bit slim.
He thought for a long time, and the blood in his body became more violent. The blood light mixed with the flames, burning the copper of Shou Mountain.
That's right, Xiong Ba wants to use his own blood to burn and reshape the copper of Shoushan.
Self-sacrifice and forge the first artifact of Chu State.
No one knew his decision, and the Chu country was still peaceful and singing and dancing.
Unknowingly, forty years have passed.
Xiangshui.
Bailong Cave Mansion.
The cavern, whose entire body was made of pale dragon bones, looked so terrifying under the dark water.
Two beautiful women were not far from the cave.
A mature, an elf.
One is graceful and the other is "unremarkable".
The two women have simple decorations tattooed on their eyebrows.
Candlelight looked at the closed door and whispered: "Sister, one hundred years are coming soon. Will this person fulfill his promise?"
"You shouldn't go back on your word," Xiao Ming said.
"If we return to Xiangshui, then we can negotiate terms with this person again. In Xiangshui, he can't do anything to us." Zhuguang smiled proudly.
She finally figured out that Tang Ping could only exert power that others could not resist in the Mojiang area.
It is almost impossible in the Xiangshui area.
Wow!
At this time, Bailong Cave Mansion shines brightly.
There were turbulent storms under the water, and huge waves surged into the sky.
The next second it was calm again.
"What's going on?" The two of them had a bad feeling.
Looking at the underworld again, the Xiang River underworld covers almost all water systems.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals who came from the underworld of Chu State had already occupied this place in the underworld within a hundred years.
But after all, there are not many ghosts in human incarnations in this place. It is not considered a high-level underworld and can only be used as a backup site for recuperation.
After more than a hundred years of hard work, the Yangjian Xiangshui has been controlled by Tang Ping, so this fluctuation just occurred.
At this time, the White Bone Cave emits golden light again.
The entire Mojiang River was dyed bright golden yellow, as if a treasure had been born.
The Xiaoxiang people living along the Xiang River were immediately shocked. More than three million Xiaoxiang people all saw this magnificent scene.
Xiaoxiang King Wu Ji walked out of the palace and was shocked and speechless by the scene in front of him.
"How is this going?"
underwater.
In the eyes of the two sisters, a golden sun the size of a human head appeared on the White Dragon Cave.
The sun's rays gradually grew stronger, and the rays made it difficult to open one's eyes.
Soon, the golden light converged, solidified, and shrank.
At first the outline of a human figure appeared, then bones, flesh and blood, meridians, and finally a complete person.
This person has pale skin, faint golden lines on his body, a young appearance, and black and white yin and yang lines on his face.
This Dharma image flashed away, followed closely by another magnificent Dharma image, which was an enlarged version of the previous Dharma image.
He is a hundred feet tall, with golden light converging into golden flames covering the surface of the Dharma. He stands on two dragons, and his arms are circling water dragons, wood dragons, earth dragons, and more than a dozen dragons. There is a dragon with golden scales behind his back.
"Fuck the snake god!"
Xiaoming's eyes narrowed and she recognized the information contained in the Dharma.
But what happened to this dragon?
When Xiaoming saw this thing, he seemed to see the incarnation of the underworld, pure darkness, pure evil, incomprehensible and intangible.
"Is this a breakthrough?" Zhuguang clicked his tongue in surprise.
Appearance is equivalent to dining clouds, and above dining clouds is traveling, which is their realm.
Apparition is a level lower than that of the two sisters, but this is the first time they have seen a Yin spirit reach this level.
After a long time, Tang Ping restrained all his supernatural powers and summoned the strategy of telling the enemy.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Category: ghost, viviparous
Realm: First-level underground master, early stage of manifestation.
Lifespan: two thousand one hundred years. (Age 838.)
Underworld deed: Maohou tree deed. Maotai Deed. Yuanshui Sikong Deed. Three Jings Underworld Altar Deed. The sword-washing mountain deed. Xiangshui Deed.
Supernatural power: Lingbao Five Elements Spiritual Pill Book (10000/10000) is complete. The Red Pine Nut Refining Technique: Riyu Shen Chapter (1/30000) is complete. Holding the Heavenly Constitution in the mouth will not destroy the incense and the golden body. [Xiangshui Deed·Breaking the Neon Curse] The white dragon breaks the neon, and turns water into a dragon. [Xijian Mountain Deed·Taibai Geng Gold Curse]: The art of absorbing gold, and the art of raising swords in the lungs (Swordsman Chapter). …
"I finally have meridians... It's a pity that the underground master's realm has not changed."
Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.
The two realms of day travel and night travel are equivalent to the refining of Qi for a living person.
Appearance is equivalent to the dining glow of a living person, and Jiang Feng is in this realm.
"From metamorphosis to viviogenesis, the nature of life has actually changed."
Metamorphosis means taking the form of an adult right after birth. Most ghosts will not become babies when they enter the underworld, but will retain their appearance in life.
Needless to say, viviparous birth is the way in which most flesh-and-blood bodies are born.
The most important thing about Tang Ping entering the realm of apparition is not that his lifespan has increased by five hundred years, but that his life form has changed.
If it was an illusory ghost before, it has now evolved into a life form with major meridians.
It is similar to those monsters that give birth to human acupoints and meridians.
The Red Pine Nut Refining Technique: Riyu Shen Chapter (1/30000) is complete.
"The advantage of having meridians is that the upper limit of proficiency is reduced a lot, which may be due to the improvement of cultivation efficiency."
Tang Ping thought.
Previously, the proficiency level of Dacheng was 100,000. If it were one point a day, it would take more than two hundred years. If you bite the bullet and invest more resources, it can be shortened to about a hundred years.
But this is still too long. A small realm will take a hundred years, and after that, it will take a thousand years?
"Sure enough, after the body is perfected, the efficiency will be high. We will continue to improve it in the future."
Tang Ping thought.
The further you go, the more you understand the meaning of the eternal difficulty of becoming a saint.
"Jiang Feng, I will kill your whole family when I have time."
Now in the same realm as Jiang Feng, it's time to seek revenge on this guy.
After removing the warning panel, Tang Ping saw the shocked two women at a glance. He smiled and said: "Don't panic, let's make a small breakthrough. By the way, you are free. You can return to Xiangshui now."
"Also, I didn't let you go back before because I didn't control Xiangshui yet. Now...don't be mean anyway, haha."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strong storm in the Xiang River, which reflected his words.
"you!!"
Zhuguang's beautiful eyes widened, secretly thinking that this little thief is really insidious, and he even wants to delay time.
Under Tang Ping's joking eyes, he still left dejectedly.
"Don't be anxious, your goal will be successful." Tang Ping said, "The King of Nanlu will die."
A few months later, Mingzhu Palace.
Jianxia Ghost Market is closed without sacrifices.
Rumors spread all over the place for a while, and all the rumors pointed to one fact - the King of Nanlu was about to die.
(End of chapter)
