After the Great Confession of Gods, all countries are ruled by supreme gods. In the future, worshiping them will allow the territory to grow.
As for the Underground Lord, as the most illusory concept, it is more deeply rooted in people's hearts, just like the main god believed by various tribes.
Most people in Jingchu believe in Taiyi, Baiyue believes in Pangu, Western Zhou believes in Haotian God, and Dongyi believes in the Ziwei Emperor Star in the sky.
There are also some large and small tribes that have different beliefs about their main gods. People are accustomed to these, and no one has really seen them, but they will not delve into whether they are real and exist.
What Tang Ping wants is this effect, to seem to be there but not there, to be unobtrusive and ubiquitous, to minimize his sense of existence.
After doing all this, Tang Ping drove the tiger chariot and soared into the sky.
The tiger cart was like a beast that escaped from its cage, breaking through the sea of clouds in the night sky, bursting out with unprecedented speed.
At this moment, all the atmospheric creatures couldn't help but be shocked. A bronze tiger could be so powerful.
The sky in this world is not an ordinary sky, and there is no outer space in the outside world. The entire world is in the form of a round sky and a square, and the sky is divided into several layers.
Just when Tang Ping advanced to an unknown place.
The dark sky suddenly turned white, golden light filled the sea of clouds, and the haloes looked like the scales of a golden dragon.
The strong wind above the sky became stronger. The strong wind hit the protective cover of the tiger cart, making a roar that could deafen the ears of mortals.
The strong wind was invisible, but Tang Ping had no doubt that if he put a piece of steel out, it would probably vaporize instantly.
After Tang Ping's eyes adjusted a little, he finally saw the source of the golden light.
They were nine five-clawed golden dragons, each ten thousand feet long, pulling an extremely luxurious vehicle, as if all the most luxurious materials in the world had been used, including gems, agate, pearls, purple gold, and ten thousand-year-old sandalwood.
This can no longer be called a car, this is a palace on the clouds.
In front of the palace, near the front of the car, is a small garden. There is a pavilion by the pond, where a man drinks alone in front of the moon.
This man was extremely beautiful, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, and his clothes were like the clouds in the sky.
Jian will come to the longevity palace, and the sun and the moon will shine together.
The dragon rides on the emperor's clothes, chatting and flying around Zhou Zhang.
The moment Tang Ping saw this person for the first time, this line of text appeared in his mind.
He knew who this person was. This was a poem describing Yun Zhongjun.
The ancient great god Yunzhongjun.
Yunmengze is the most mysterious and chic immortal. You have strength but don’t dominate, you don’t bully the weak when you see them, you don’t bully others with moral principles, and you don’t judge seniority based on seniority.
No one who wanted to see him met him in his life. On the contrary, many poets who had no power to meet him often received him.
"Huh?" At this time, Yun Zhongjun also noticed Tang Ping who suddenly broke in, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"
"I am the underground master Tang Ping. I have mistakenly entered a treasured place. Please forgive me." Tang Ping said, neither humble nor overbearing, with his fists clasped.
"Underground Master... Yun Zhongjun, it seems that we are destined..." Yun Zhongjun muttered to himself, and then looked at Tang Ping, "Mountains, rivers, and the universe and stars are creations of heaven. They are shared by all spirits and are not something that I can monopolize. Why?" Are you here to trespass? You are a guest, so please come up and talk to me."
call!
The breeze blew, and the cloud road spread out for thousands of miles, falling in front of the tiger cart.
The wind and clouds transformed into two boys.
"I'm Izumo."
"Under the morning glow."
"The great god invites you."
"Okay, then you're welcome."
Tang Ping put away the tiger cart and stepped onto the cloud road, which automatically shrank.
On the way, Tang Ping looked at things around him.
At first glance, the two boys were not living beings, but just phantom creations. It seemed that Mr. Yun Zhong was quite lonely.
The closer I got to the dragon chariot, I found that the area above it became larger, and some kind of cave method should have been used.
This is a piece of land.
The trees are Zhilan jade trees, the water is cold spring elixir water, and the palace is made of bronze red wood, decorated with various gems.
There are some strange fish in the pond, including jade fish, copper shrimp, and golden and silver turtles.
Yun Zhongjun nodded and signaled to take a seat, Tang Ping sat across from him, and Izumo Boy poured tea.
"There is a country of fire in the Western Region. The earth's fire never goes out for ten thousand years. There is a strange tea in the volcano. I named it Molten Fire Tea. I will not be afraid of the heat after taking it for ten years."
Tang Ping looked at the cup in front of him. The tea inside was as red as blood. After taking it, his whole body felt warm. This warmth gathered in the Dantian and continuously supplied heat to the human body.
Tea is not of much use to practitioners, but it may be a miracle to ordinary people.
"It's not easy for ghosts to practice cultivation, but your level is rare."
"As a result of luck, I have reached this point, which I never dared to think about before. In the future, I may have to retire to the mountains and concentrate on practice."
"That's how it should be. Everyone in the world is pursuing magical powers, but they don't know that the right way is to live forever."
Yun Zhongjun is a typical god who is light on magic and heavy on internal strength.
This type of god does not like to be brave and aggressive, and specializes in cultivating internal strength and improving the essence of life. Relatively speaking, he is not good at fighting skills.
Of course, this doesn't mean he is weak.
It's the same even if you cultivate to an extremely high level.
"The great God is still cool and unrestrained. Facing troubled times, we mortals can only persevere and pursue hard and practice hard to gain a glimmer of hope."
"You also know that there will be a catastrophe in the future?" Yun Zhongjun was quite surprised.
"The Great God doesn't know something, and I also know it because of you."
Tang Ping talked about the relationship between Yao Ji and himself.
Yun Zhongjun suddenly realized that no wonder he looked so familiar to Tang Ping.
When Yao Ji transformed, Yun Zhongjun saw her from a distance once, but he didn't pay much attention to Tang Ping on the mountain.
With this relationship, Yun Zhongjun's attitude became much closer.
"The catastrophe in the future may affect many people, and some reclusive gods are no exception. These people will gradually wake up in the future, and there will be a good show by then." Yun Zhongjun said with a smile.
"There are still reclusive gods in the world?" Tang Ping asked unexpectedly.
"Why not? There are many ways to extend life in the world, including the elixir of the Emperor of Heaven, becoming one with the nature of heaven and earth, and even reincarnation and changing identities."
Tang Ping realized that this was an excellent opportunity to inquire about information, so he struck while the iron was hot and asked:
"Who are they?"
"There are three systems in China: Jianghan, Heluo, and Haidai. Most of Jianghan are strange people and beasts. Heluo is the ancient emperor and his descendants, the Yellow Emperor Zhuanxu. Haidai is the true cultivator of mortals, the eight masters of the sun and the moon, etc. There are also Kunlun in the west, foreign countries in the north, and scattered people overseas."
The future will be the rise of the descendants of these systems, or the resurrection of ancient gods. In short, this is a collision of different systems.
Zhou and Shang were actually competing for Heluo orthodoxy.
The emperors of Heluo often have advantages that other forces cannot match. They are orthodox, can sense the misty heaven, obtain mysterious power, and can directly transform from mortals into powerful monks.
This is the case with the Zhou Kingdom in Zhouyuan area.
They have mysterious telepathy between heaven and man, and they can communicate directly with heaven without going through bloody sacrifices.
Merchants relied on a large number of human sacrifices to obtain God's favor; while Zhou people only needed the so-called "benevolence" to get God's grace.
Although it seems nonsense to other countries, the Zhou people have indeed become stronger because of this. The Fengming Qishan incident in the past few years has greatly increased the Zhou people's reputation.
The haze of Zhou Bo's murder a hundred years ago has been swept away, and now Zhou Bochang is leading the Zhou people to a new peak.
The trend of Zhou people and merchants competing for hegemony has been noticed by many great gods.
But some people see the root cause, such as Yun Zhongjun.
Yun Zhongjun can see the deeper struggle, the struggle between the major gods.
"Every region has its own characteristics. If you want to survive, you can choose one to take refuge in." Although Yun Zhongjun is not interested in worldly affairs, he still knows a lot about the situation in the outside world.
"Which one does the Great God think is appropriate to seek refuge with?" Tang Ping asked.
"The Zhou people are not well-established, and the Dongyi are mysterious and unpredictable. After all, they are located in a remote place and are not recognized. The west is too far and the north is ignorant. My suggestion is the Great Shang."
Hearing this, Tang Ping almost burst into tears.
Yun Zhongjun's vision is not very good. There are so many acceptable options, but he chose a big businessman who was declining.
No wonder he disappeared later
"Ahem, I'll think about it, or I can hide."
"Hide? You can only survive."
Cultivation requires a lot of resources, especially ghosts. Every step is to compete with the sky for life. The life span itself is not enough. If you hide anymore, you can only hide in one place and grow old slowly.
"Haha, let's take a step and see."
Tang Ping thought that he still had more than a thousand years to live, and with the new skills he would learn in the future, he might be able to live for another thousand years, not to mention the lifespan brought about by breaking through the realm.
Rounding up equals infinity.
There is also the increase in strength brought about by the expansion of Yin soil.
Within the territorial scope, Tang Ping can kill people across large realms.
As long as he breaks through Yin Shen, he will have the fighting power to fight against the immortals on the territory.
So there is no rush at all.
After a while, Tang Ping stood up.
"I'll take my leave first. Thank you so much for your hospitality."
"good."
Yun Zhongjun waved his hand.
Wow!
The smoke disappeared and the dragon chariot suddenly disappeared, leaving only Tang Ping alone. The clouds supported his body to protect him from the strong wind outside.
"Haha, I'm going too!"
Tang Ping summoned the tiger cart and prepared to return to Qunyu Mountain.
The sea of clouds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is retreating rapidly.
Tang Ping frowned in thought.
The two of them didn't talk too deeply, and Yun Zhongjun didn't say anything about Yun Mengze.
"Don't take refuge in anyone, just develop your own power."
Tang Ping lived a long life.
A life span of two thousand and two hundred years is enough to kill a generation of human immortal emperors.
In the future, if you live a little longer and survive two or three generations, you will basically rule the world for yourself.
Day and night are too dangerous, just fight for ten thousand years.
King Wu conquered Zhou, King Ping moved eastward, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States, a hundred schools of thought contended... so many historical nodes have not yet happened. Compared with the magnificent events in the future, these things now are nothing.
Tang Ping's eyes flashed and he thought to himself: "The future will definitely be a world of Shinto. No matter how many heroes like you compete for the throne, everything will come to nothing as time goes by."
To put it simply, the future is mine.
"With one hundred thousand points of proficiency and a sufficient supply of Gang Qi, it will take at least two hundred and fifty years. During this period, you may be able to do some side jobs and arrange some things."
The side job of elixirs is good. If you practice to a very high level, one elixir can help people break through bottlenecks or create a genius.
The level of alchemy in this era is very poor. Side effects are the norm, sequelae are a high probability, poisoning people is a small probability event, and only a handful of people have perfect elixirs.
Return to Qunyu Mountain.
Tang Ping entered Wuya Palace.
The door slowly closed, and the room became dark. The empty Wuya Palace looked extremely eerie. Fortunately, Tang Ping himself was a ghost, otherwise it would have felt a bit creepy.
The eighteen deep sea shark lanterns on the red copper wood were automatically lit, and the hall was as bright as daytime.
He took out the Gang Qi to absorb it, practiced some skills, and then opened fire to refine the elixir. The elixir gradually took shape in the cauldron.
When he had nothing to do, he would make elixirs. elixirs were hard currency, harder than so-called ghost money. In some places, ghost money may not be valuable.
The elixir is still a top-grade elixir, so naturally the more the merrier.
When Tang Ping was refining elixir.
There was a fierce conflict between the Nanlu Kingdom and the Fire Worship Kingdom.
Fire Tree Valley.
Even late at night, the place is still very bright. Thousands of locust-like trees cover the entire valley. They are said to be similar because these trees are burning with flames.
This is the fire tree.
There are goats under the trees, their horns burning like candles with flames.
There is a city in the Valley of Fire. The people here are not afraid of flames or heat waves. They are dressed in flame velvet robes. What's more, they control fire goats, or they turn into flames and rush on their way.
This is the residence of the Fire Lantern Clan of the Fire Worshiping Nation.
It was one of the areas under the jurisdiction of Prince Fengxiao back then.
boom!
"kill!!"
A cloud came over the sky.
What followed was a crazy rainstorm. This rain was nothing like rain, but a black rain of true energy. The rain poured down and most of the flames were extinguished.
Above the clouds are a group of strangers with human heads and snake bodies.
"kill!!"
Ten thousand troops from the Nanlu Kingdom came together, and all 30,000 people in Huoshu Valley, regardless of age or sex, were annihilated.
The fiefdom of Young Master Feng Xiao is Shenzao City, three hundred miles away from Huoshu Valley.
The city is filled with Fire Worshipers with various decorations. The structure of the city is no different from an ordinary city. There is a mound in the center of the city. The mound is square, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. A hollow is dug out in the middle, and you can see the burning fire inside. Fire.
Wow!
At this time, the flame flew out and transformed into a young man with red hair and red eyebrows.
This person is Feng Xiao, the Eighth Young Master.
"Everyone to Fire Tree Valley!"
Feng Xiao gave an order, and 30,000 troops marched into Fire Tree Valley. yes
The guys from Mingzhu Palace dared to attack him. This was an unexpected situation for him. A struggling force in Mingzhu Palace dared to take the initiative.
If it weren't for the mysterious candle-bearing snake, I would have been killed by others long ago.
When the army marches.
The triennial meeting of the Mingzhu Shrine is about to be held.
This time, in the name of convening a meeting and working together to deal with the Fire Worshipers, Nanluhua set the meeting location in the capital of the Nanlu Kingdom outside the mysterious space of Jianxia Ghost City.
South of the river, mountains stand tall, with almost no roads leading outside. But if you look closely, you can see that a three-meter-long hole has been drilled into the peak, leading to the depths of the mountains.
Deep in the mountains is an ancient stone city, with ancient murals painted in oil on the city walls.
It was the first time for Tang Ping to come here. Next to him was Wei Hu. He took this opportunity to introduce Wei Hu to everyone.
There was only the snake people here. Under the eyes of the snake people looking at aliens, Tang Ping, Wei Hu, and some alien deacons from other races came to the main hall.
Nan Luhua had been waiting here for a long time. He was sitting on the main seat with an arrogant expression, which changed from his usual gentleness.
There are more than 100 people here, and at least 30% of them don't understand that these are not the core members of Nanlu Kingdom.
Many people looked at Tang Ping, wanting to see Tang Ping's embarrassed look, but Tang Ping walked to the middle of the hall with a normal expression, pointed at Wei Hu, and said to everyone: "This is my beloved disciple - Wei Hu. "
Everyone looked at this guy with dragon horns and were very surprised. The weirder he looked, the more powerful he was.
boom!
Before anyone could speak, there was an explosion from the outside, followed by screams and slashing sounds.
"what happened?"
"Enemy attack!!"
"..."
Nanluhua suddenly stood up and gave an order to everyone, saying: "Nanluqi, Nanlu... lead your people to attack the enemy!"
Nan Luhua took a roll call and obeyed the authority in urgent matters. Everyone no longer cared about who was the leader.
Most of the people in the hall were gone in an instant.
Nan Luhua followed closely behind and set off with the direct descendants of the snake people.
Only Tang Ping and Wei Hu were left here in twos and threes.
"Master, this... seems to be a conspiracy." Wei Hu whispered.
"I know..." Tang Ping smiled.
Half an hour later.
boom!
The roof of the palace was blown open, flames and wood chips fell in, and then the flames turned into a roar of wind.
Feng Xiao was a little surprised when he saw Tang Ping in the palace.
The person in charge of all this
More surprises are yet to come.
I saw a cry of surprise coming from above.
"What!! Feng Xiao, you actually killed the palace master. I am incompatible with you!!"
Nan Luhua's voice sounded from above, and he took out a pitch-black scale from his arms.
Click!
The scales shattered, and the flames filled the sky forming a huge cover, enveloping him and the palace, isolating him from the outside world.
Under the red sky, countless fire dragons transformed into flames danced around Nanluhua.
At this moment, Nanluhua was in high spirits.
"Old dog, Feng Xiao, you all have to die today! Who can save you now? Haha!!"
"Haha, it seems you have internal conflicts." Feeling a sense of crisis in his heart, Feng Xiao still joked to Tang Ping.
Tang Ping still looked that old, and even deliberately coughed a few times, saying: "Ahem, Xiaohua, what are you so anxious about? If you wait more than a thousand years, I will be dead..."
boom!
After saying that, his appearance quickly returned to youthfulness, and his aura in the spiritual realm was greatly enhanced.
(End of chapter)
