Deadwood Ridge.

As the name suggests, it is a mountain forest full of dead wood.

Under the dark sky, dead trees are like wires embedded in the earth.

At the top of the hill is a stilted building made of dead wood.

The stilted building is painted with red paint all over, and the five-zhang high blood-red pavilion has a kind of horror that shocks the ears in this dark night.

In the middle of the hall sat a black wood ghost who was as tall as a house, with skin like dead wood outside, golden eyes, and hair like black wire.

Beside him were a dozen strange spirits.

Some have severed heads, some have fiery hair, and some have two heads.

Part of the evil soul is because of the cultivation exercises, which leads to a strange appearance.

It's more because of the inhumans themselves, most of the descendants of the Zhurong clan became fire ghosts after death, and the descendants of the Gonggong clan were water ghosts, and different inhumans had different abilities.

Human beings do not have innate abilities, but they have a high affinity for the essence of heaven and earth, so they can be regarded as a panacea-like physique with a variety of possibilities.

The old ghost with a red umbrella is impressively among them, which is different from what he shows in the eyes of outsiders, now it is not the old ghost who plays the umbrella himself, but a woman in red with a red veil covering her face.

The woman and the red umbrella fit perfectly, as if this is the owner of the red umbrella.

"The pond god is in retreat, and the ghosts of all parties can't hold it back, let's find an opportunity to teach centipedes a lesson."

"My lord, the other ghost generals seem to be making moves over there, so why don't we wait for a while, lest they sneak attack."

A ghost stepped forward and said.

"It's okay, the old centipede and the ironclad zombie don't deal with each other, the fire ghost of the Zhurong clan and the water ghost of the Gonggong clan are incompatible, each does its own thing, and no one interferes."

"Also, the Great Pheasant Ceremony is coming, and there are two thousand ghosts in the Deadwood Ridge territory, so try to let them go to the battlefield as much as possible, and there will be more pawns, and our casualties will be less. There are not many centipedes. I will go to the warehouse to receive supplies and use them as life money for conscription. ”

"Yes!"

The demons disbanded.

The female ghost on the side of the old ghost turned into light and melted into the red umbrella, and the red umbrella fell into the hands of the old ghost.

He walked out of the wooden building.

On the way, I thought about the strength of my side.

The black wood ghost is not very reliable, and he wants them to catch the strong man, how can the strong man be so easy to catch.

And the money for selling life is not enough, maybe it will be subsidized a little.

He has a total of six subordinates who can spell and fifty ghost soldiers.

These standing forces.

If you catch another 200 ghosts, you can just send some weapons.

The old ghost thought of Tang Ping.

This kid's level is okay, and it's worth recruiting yourself.

Thinking of this, the old ghost held an oil-paper umbrella and went to the place of Tang Ping's retreat.

Under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping woke up slowly, and the black and white magic lines on his face slowly disappeared.

"Hey...... Yin Gathering still doesn't work. ”

The Yin Gathering Technique is only a superficial method of absorbing Yin Qi, and cultivating to the realm of Evil Soul is already the limit.

The proficiency of the Perfection Realm only increases the quantity of Yin power, and cannot produce a difference in quality.

The key to the evil soul lies in the word "evil".

The word evil refers to the evil qi, the evil qi formed by the condensation of the turbid qi of heaven and earth.

There are many kinds of evil, such as black water evil, Gengjin evil, Taiyi Xuanyin evil, ghost fire evil, and so on.

Ghosts themselves are born after the destruction of the shell of a living being, like a raw egg that has been peeled off, and is more fragile than a mortal with a shell.

If you want to become stronger, you must either have a shell.

There is also a way, which is to form a protective shell with natural essence.

This shell is the evil spirit.

Tang Ping had to find a way to condense the evil qi before he could enter the realm of the wandering gods to the next level.

Above the ghost is the evil soul, and above the evil soul is the wandering god.

Because it is to some extent out of the classification of souls, it is called God.

The Black Wood Ghost and other ghost generals are in this realm.

The wandering god of this realm already has a protective body, and he can use the protective evil qi to wander at night without the need for July 15th, and the winds of the mortal world will not cause him any harm at first.

"If the cultivation of ghosts is so difficult, how good it would be if they had a body."

Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh.

People in the yang world can be called crippled if they have one toe missing, and those who have lost their entire body are not cripples among cripples.

It is no wonder that in myths and stories, old Taoist priests who have practiced for more than ten years can overturn the old ghosts of hundreds of years of Taoism.

The heels of goblins are indeed worse than ordinary people.

Tang Ping got up, his eyebrows flashed, and after glancing at the territory as usual, he immediately walked out of the door.

"Lord Tang!"

"Master Tang!"

The ghosts that were watering the cotton greeted each other.

Since being placed in charge of this banyan forest, the names of these ghosts have changed again.

An old white-haired old man with a dragon bell stepped forward with a few starving ghosts.

"My lord, the harvest has not been good recently, why don't you report to the ghost boss and collect a little less, and we will live better?"

"Yes, Master Tang, I really can't go on."

"Tang Ye is an atmospheric person, so he naturally thinks about the old brothers."

Tang Ping sneered, his eyes staring at everyone: "Do you think I'm easy to talk to?" This year's harvest is low, and there is nothing to eat, so why don't you see what is hidden under your bed? ”

None of the ghosts here are normal people, normal people died naturally as early as seven days after death, so why suffer as ghosts in the underworld.

As soon as I saw that I was usually low-key, I thought about coming over and blinding myself.

Seeing that Tang Ping's expression was wrong, the ghosts hurriedly confessed and left.

"Gotta find a chance to get them away."

The yin soil is not large, and there is no need for subordinates to manage it for the time being.

Moreover, without someone he can trust, the secrets of the underground lord cannot be exposed.

As far as he knew, there didn't seem to be any priesthood in the area.

The so-called Tang God is only the king of the mountain, and he does not have the ability to control nature and become one with nature.

Wow!

At this time, another gust of fog hit.

The old ghost walked with four armored ghost soldiers against the green mist.

"All the ghosts, assemble!"

There was a loud roar from his subordinates, and all the ghosts hurried in.

"Five catties of ghost rice for one person, all of them will enlist in the army, and you won't have to plant cotton in the future, the black wood ghost will take care of your food."

The faces of the ghosts are like ashes, and they can only be grateful again and again.

The old ghost stepped forward and patted Tang Ping's shoulder cordially, treating capable ghosts with respect, otherwise it would be a loss to run away.

"The old man told the Black Wood Ghost Boss about you."

Tang Ping looked flattered and said in surprise: "Oh? What does the Black Wood Ghost Boss say? ”

"The Black Wood Ghost Boss thinks you have potential, this is a good opportunity, work harder, and when you break through the Soul Realm, you can also lead the way."

"Come on."

The old ghost conjured up a burlap bag.

"Thirty catties of ghost rice, a long knife, and three bottles of fox blood. I can't nest in this small place anymore, and I will mess with the old man in the future. ”

The old ghost continued to draw the flatbread.

This method is okay to deal with ordinary ghosts, but it is obviously not up to the standard for modern people like Tang Ping who have experienced fancy flatbread.

"Thank you, thank you, I can't thank you enough, will I go with you now?"

"Yes."

"Can you let me pack my things up here?"

"A stick of incense."

Looking at the back of Tang Ping returning to the house, the old ghost was a little complacent, he was still young and couldn't resist the temptation.

Bang!

Then!

A dark shadow burst out of the house.

"Haha! Old ghost! Lao Tzu goes! Thank you very much for pestering. ”

Tang Ping's long laughter came from the void.

"Chase!"

The old ghost's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly sent someone to chase after him.

All the ghosts followed.

Rumble!

Since the beginning of the war, the situation has changed.

Hundreds of miles of clouds, a black wood ghost, and a giant centipede fought above.

"Bed bugs, dare to sneak up on me! Die! ”

The ghosts are fighting each other.

Above the shade of the half-mile tree, Tang Ping lay leisurely on the shade of the tree, covering the outside world with a moon spell, basking in the gray sun.

A few years ago, Cui Niangzi also wrote to say that she had gathered a few monks and was going to fish in troubled waters, but Tang Ping naturally found an excuse not to go.

He and Cui Niangzi are just general friends, and the other party has helped him a little, but it is only a means of communication.

Tang Ping is not a fool, should he think that others really like him, right?

The Great War is day after day.

Tang Ping simply set fire to the cotton field and most of the trees and houses.

Rather than letting others loot, it's better to take the initiative to burn it, and it's not a good thing.

Without cotton and blood vines, there would be no one to control this place in the future.

It means that you can farm with peace of mind.

Tang Ping's dream is to be at ease.

is like the gods such as Taiyi and Yunzhongjun in Jingchu mythology that the predecessor often heard.

Leisurely and at ease, majestic but not cramped. Wandering around in a dragon cart all day long, idle, bored, teasing and teasing clouds.

"Before I died, I heard that someone had seen Yun Zhongjun in Yun Mengze, maybe one day, he could drink with him and enjoy the flowers."

"Haha, that's really a beautiful thing, the clouds are rolling and comfortable."

Boom Boom!

Green Flame, Black Soul, Red Flame, White Smoke...... Colorful things explode in the sky.

Is...... The fireworks are gorgeous