"Murderer, two thousand stone in the grave!!"

Seven days later, it was found that the long knife Liu had disappeared, and the people who came to search saw this sentence.

Wow!

A gust of wind blew.

A black cloud fell from the gray sky.

There was a tall black shadow on the black cloud.

He is three feet tall, wearing a black robe, his skin is pitch black bark, and there is a vicious aura all over his body.

This is a black wood ghost.

"Two thousand stones in the mound? Do you know who it is? The Black Wood Ghost asked.

"My subordinates don't know."

The rest of the demons said they didn't know.

"Send someone down to investigate, old ghost!"

"In!"

A hunchbacked old man with an oil-paper umbrella walked out, and the old man's pale face was impressively covered with corpse spots.

"You are in charge of the bazaar, and by the way, you are in charge of the people who are in charge of the long knife Liu, and by the way, you can check where the two thousand stones in this mound are sacred."

"Okay."

The Black Wood Ghost seemed very perfunctory.

After all, this is near the ghost market, where there are a mix of fish and dragons, there are monks and monsters in the yang world, and evil ghosts in the underworld, God knows which dog thing has a pseudonym, and this guy can only be blamed for being unlucky.

I'm busy with affairs on my side, which means a little bit, and I don't necessarily use all my strength.

Inside the wooden house.

Tang Ping looked at the small bag in his hand, this thing was made of linen, and it was wearing silver thread in the middle, outlining a strange pattern.

Input a little yin force, and suddenly sense a mysterious space.

It is about two cubic sizes, and it contains miscellaneous items, a bag of ghost rice, about ten or twenty catties, a small bag of unknown herbs, and two small bottles, a paper horse, two paper figures, a bunch of baht coins, and a total of about more than a thousand pieces.

"Where's the cheats? What about the cheats in the novel? ”

Just now, Tang Ping was thinking, could this be the legendary storage bag, I thought I could find a cheat or something, but I didn't think that there was no wool.

On second thought, who carries cheats with him every day.

I can't fight with others halfway through, and suddenly I say, "You wait first, I'll see the tricks first." ”

Thinking of this scene, Tang Ping couldn't help laughing.

But that's enough.

Ghost rice is not worried, the two bottles are fox blood and turtle blood, both animals are psychic, not to mention their blood, the soul body smells this smell, there is a sense of longing, and the next time he breaks through the spell realm, he can use it to replenish the body deficit.

In addition to these parts, there is also a ghost head knife, judging from the traces on it, it should have killed many people in his lifetime, which can be regarded as a powerful weapon.

Everything was put into the bag, and countless tendrils drilled out of the ground, pulling the bag into the ground.

It's better to put things underneath.

After doing this, Tang Ping pushed open the door, looked at the weird blood moon, and let out a long breath.

The crisis is temporarily resolved, and we must not take it lightly in the face of this dangerous world.

It's a must to plan ahead, and of course, don't be too cautious.

For example, take the initiative to "get off the dungeon", go hunting and exploring with strangers, and so on.

In this novel, this situation must be in danger.

It is not yet at the end of the mountain, and there are still more than 20 years to live.

It is not advisable to take the initiative to take risks in order to avoid danger, and it is not too late to do things when you are strong.

Of course, if someone takes the initiative to provoke themselves, or makes themselves feel in danger......

Tang Ping's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent.

Crash!

The leaves of the banyan tree are whirling and falling.

Bang!

The door closed, and Tang Ping's face turned into a ghost and god with black and white lines.

Sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom and fall.

Five years have passed in a hurry.

There are no seasons in the underworld, everything is as usual, and the silence is maddening.

Tang Ping's wooden house has been renovated to become much stronger, at least not transparent.

Inside the gate, a black-robed man sit.

The long hair is scattered, the eyebrows and eyes are handsome, and the black and white French patterns add a sense of majesty, which is quite a bit of a god's temperament.

Wow!

The man opened his eyes.

Brush!

Three inches of blue light shot out of his eyes.

The whole person is majestic and majestic.

"Whew, it's almost a breakthrough."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

In the past five years, he still hasn't been able to break through the realm of evil souls.

Today was the level of proficiency in the Yin Gathering Technique, and Tang Ping had no choice but to stop.

This breakthrough is likely to be a soul, and the consumption of the body must be very large, so you must be well prepared.

The reason why it is so slow is that he still has to take care of other spells, and if he devotes his extra energy to cultivating Juyin, it is estimated that he will break through early.

In recent years, others have not traced their heads.

The conflict between the black wood ghost and the centipede was mediated three years ago.

The new old ghost is in charge of the market, and it is estimated that he can't look down on this bit of oil and water, so he didn't loot it.

Tang Ping will not deliberately make trouble because people collect so little cotton.

The account will be settled in the future, but not now.

Tang Ping walked out the door.

"Brother Tang!"

"Brother Tang is good!"

The ghosts who saw him around greeted him one after another.

"Well, Brother Lin, Aunt Sun."

Tang Ping smiled and nodded.

The ghost died, the crippled crippled, and he became an old man with higher seniority.

In order to ensure cotton production, Tang Ping often taught them how to operate, and coupled with the banyan tree secretly providing nutrition, there has never been a day when it has been troubled here.

Tang Ping stepped into the jungle and stayed where no one was, his steps were fast, like a cheetah.

Everywhere I went, the vegetation was avoided.

In front is a three-zhang wide ditch.

Run straight to it!

Vines rose from both sides to catch their feet.

If he is in the sun, he is the god of wood in the forest.

The passing years have made him a lot stronger.

Of course, if it is in your own territory, under the banyan tree, the combat power is multiplied by ten.

If you break through the Soul Realm again, you will definitely be able to condense more Soul Deeds.

While hurrying, Tang Ping summoned the land strategy.

Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: Underground Lord Third Class, Ghost

Lifespan: 70 years.

Pact: The Covenant of the Marquis Tree.

Divine powers: [Moqi Aoki Dagang Method]: Wood Control Method (78/1000) (Dacheng), Otogi Moon Covering Mantra (500/500) (Perfection). Yin Gathering (999/1000) (Dacheng) Ghost Fire (1300/1500) (Dacheng)

The lifespan exceeds the forty-nine year limit for ordinary ghosts.

It should be the effect of cultivating the Underworld.

Soon, there was still some distance from the bazaar, Tang Ping slowed down and put away his magical powers.

Then.

There was a cacophony not far away.

"What a big bold! Dare to make an idea to the old lady. ”

Tang Ping looked at it fixedly.

I saw four back-eyed ghosts surrounding a plump woman, and a carriage full of goods was parked nearby.

"Boss, my brothers have helped you transport the goods for so many years, and I really can't survive recently, so borrow some money to spend,"

The woman was not angry but laughed: "The old lady sees that you are pitiful, and she gives you work, but the result will be revenge, and finally say it again, it is too late to kneel down and beg for mercy." ”

"Hehe, then don't blame the brothers for being unkind, I just want to taste the taste of the proprietress...... Belch. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw four long black snakes flying out of Cui Niangzi's sleeves.

The long snake bites the neck and eye of the person in the back eye, and the venom is injected, and the soul of the person in the back eye is scattered.

The whole process is no more than three breaths.

Cui Niangzi is also a ghost cultivator.

Tang Ping didn't feel strange at all, it was impossible for a weak woman to be in the treacherous underworld for so long.

"Enough of this friend, right?" Cui Niangzi said loudly.

"Good spell!"

Tang Ping walked out with applause.

He did it on purpose, and it was impossible to find out if he had the moon covering method.

Seeing that it was Tang Ping, Cui Niangzi's expression was stunned, and then she understood.

"You should have guessed it a long time ago, why did a scholar eat so many things, and you guessed it?"

"There were suspicions." Tang Ping got straight to the point, "Don't say much, I want cultivation resources." ”