"Ten Steps to Murder".

I thought it was a book of weapons, but I didn't expect that this mortal cheats also had a similar meaning to magic.

Take the analogy of sword repair.

To practice this method, you need to hold a sword in your arms, and before cultivating the weapon, you need to use this sword to cut through yourself and get the breath on your body.

Then he pinched his fingers and recited the golden jade formula.

At the same time, pay attention to facing the east and sense the sword in your arms until it has the effect of connecting with the sword.

"I thought it was a powerful trick, but that's fine."

Think about it, too, the so-called tricks are nothing more than the most labor-saving and efficient combat skills.

No trick can escape this principle.

Cultivating the artifact to the extent that it resembles an arm, combined with combat experience, has the same tricks or not.

Tang Ping continued to study.

"Damn, there's really no business or treachery, this old man."

The exercises are not fake, but there is a small line of text at the bottom.

"This method returns to its original position the next day, and it needs to be practiced every day to maintain a sense of instrumentality."

That is to say, there is no accumulation, and every day is a new beginning.

"No wonder a swordsman and swordsman has a withdrawn personality, and from time to time he kills his wife and forgets his feelings, it turns out to be like this."

Cultivation is extremely difficult, and if you practice this technique, you must not be distracted from cultivating others.

No wonder the old man Gongsun so simply sold a real cheat to himself.

"It's a pity, I have a plan."

Doesn't the fixed proficiency mean that the proficiency of the ten-step killing technique can be fixed?

Tang Ping took out the ghost head knife, looked at the bloodstained horizontal knife, and began to practice the ten-step killing technique.

"The world's divine soldiers, congenital Gengjin, universal spirits, God has an edict, so that I am psychic ......"

The void echoed Tang Ping's loud incantation.

Three days later.

After several days of hard exploration, Tang Ping finally introduced this technique.

Inside the house.

Tang Ping let out a long breath of yin qi, and the black and white magic patterns disappeared.

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He swept the long knife, and there was a faint sense of familiarity.

Get out the door.

Morning.

The gray sun has risen, and the green mist of the night has not yet dissipated.

The shade of the mountain for half a mile obscures the light, the roots and trees hang down, and the bottom is gray.

The trunk of the tree is wrapped around the blood vine seedlings the size of a hair, and five orchids are faintly visible between the branches.

Plant 100 ghost grass on the land under the tree.

There is also a frog patrolling intently in the field of Sanzhang, learning to walk on its hind legs, and carrying a wooden sword the size of a little finger on its right forehand, which is engraved with the words "Tomb Sword".

Wearing a ruffled hat, walking back and forth decently.

"Little Qing Pavilion Chief!"

"Quack!"

"Eat."

Xiaoqing immediately dropped his sword and chewed black ghost rice with Tang Ping.

It's all ghosts, so naturally I don't have to worry about digestive problems, just eat it.

Tang Ping was holding a big bowl, Xiao Qing was holding a small bowl, one person and one frog were squatting to eat, and there was no majesty at all from the Marquis of the Youdu Pavilion and the Pavilion Chief of the Tomb Gate.

In this dangerous underworld, there can be such a quiet pure land, and Tang Ping's inner uneasiness about the unfamiliar environment has disappeared a lot.

Of course, cultivation still has to continue.

The gray sky is clouded with black clouds.

On July 15, the ghost door was closed.

The light of the blood moon was unusually bright, illuminating the sky in a blood-red color.

"The time is coming."

Tang Ping thought to himself, he opened the storage bag.

"Five knives, eight pairs of armor, wound medicine, ghost rice, two bottles of blood, ghost head knife...... That's enough. ”

"Pavilion Chief Xiaoqing, you are guarding here!"

Tang Ping turned his head and said to Xiaoqing.

"Quack." Xiaoqing shook her head, her golden eyes revealing a hint of fear.

"Can you go up?"

It's not the evil soul and other physiques, even with the help of the ghost gate and the yin qi, it is difficult to withstand the wind of the yang world.

"Quack." Xiaoqing nodded.

"Okay."

The frog jumped on Tang Ping's shoulder.

The shade of the trees became tighter, blocking the parasitic orchids on the branches, and weeds grew on the ground, blocking the ghost grass.

"It's a pity that there are no ghost soldiers."

Tang Ping once inquired that there are generally two kinds of ghost soldiers.

The most common is recruitment, which is recruited from lonely spirits.

The quality is uneven and easy to betray; There are also some goblins who use secret methods to get goblins to obey, but they are also minority.

This kind of insecurity, Tang Ping absolutely cannot use this method.

One is a ghost soldier who has been refined by himself, and he is absolutely loyal.

Among the monks in the mortal world, they are also called Dharma protectors and Taoist soldiers.

This is even less.

It is said that only the god of the pond and a few ghosts will have this method.

There are absolutely fire ghosts, water ghosts, and centipedes, and iron armored centipedes have centipede offspring.

If you want to buy this kind of Taoist method from the ghost market, the difficulty is too high, and there is a high probability that it is a fake, and there is no real thing out of ten.

This method of forming forces can be exposed.

Tang Ping stared at a ghost.

This ghost is the right-hand man of the black wood ghost, and his name is the paper maker.

The paper figure of the long knife Liu was bought from this guy.

The paper figure of the paper maker is a kind of Taoist soldier.

This time, in addition to exploring the sun, the rest is to find trouble with him.

Wow!

At this time, the wind is blowing.

The sky was as red as blood, and deep in the clouds, it seemed to communicate with some mysterious world.

"Whew!"

"Woooooo

The heavens and the earth resounded with the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

The pond god took the lead.

A green fish with bronze wings flew into the blood cloud.

Dozens of abyssal submarine pythons followed.

Then came the ghost generals and their retinue.

There were also miscellaneous goblins in all directions, and a total of hundreds of goblins flew to the blood cloud.

Tang Ping waited for a moment, covering his body with the moon covering method, with a strange mask on his face.

The mask has a green horn on its forehead, an indigo ghost face, and a bright red tongue painted by paint.

This is a ghost face, and he did it himself.

Wow!

Tang Ping specially selected a relatively marginal place near the Black Wood Ghost camp.

Wow!

Rush the blood clouds.

Tang Ping emerges from the soil.

It's a wild forest.

"Familiar to the world."

Tang Ping sighed.

Then he looked at the world with ghost eyes.

The ghost does not see the earth, but the wind.

I saw that he was in the mist, and this mist should be the yin qi of the underworld, protecting the soul from being harmed.

Beyond the range of the fog were cyan walls, tens of thousands of feet high, made up of countless tiny, constantly rotating dots.

Some places are thinner, others are darker, and the darker the color, the more powerful.

The color is not fixed, it will be light here and dark there.

The sound was so loud that the frog covered his eyes in fright.

Is it windy?

As the scope of Yin Qi expanded, Tang Ping got a glimpse of the whole world.

The iconic landform of the underworld does not correspond to the yang, and it seems that the two worlds are different.

Not far away, there is also a mortal city.

There is a high platform in the center of the castle.

The high platform is covered with white banners, dressed in red, and the priest with a ghost face sings ancient songs, and all kinds of blood food and a piece of jade are offered on the platform.

Clang!

When the bell rings, the god of the pond feasts on boiled human heads, sun-dried human flesh, and living people.

The priests are singing, the sacrifices are crying, and the spirits are laughing.

The world is so horrible.

The kingdoms are divided, and the suzerainty is the Dayi merchants.

Dayi merchants worship ghosts and gods, this is the official etiquette, and the number of slaves killed every year is unknown, and if it is not enough, they go to war, or use Chinese people.

Seeing this, Tang Ping put away his smile and his face became serious.

In addition to the city, there are also more or less sacrifices in the homes of the Qing scholars.

Small families use cattle, sheep and pigs, large families use slaves or commoners, and villages with no money and no lord can only choose people by lot.

It's too cruel, it's too bloody.

There is no hell on earth.

Tang Ping had an urge to change the world.

But it's not now, I don't even have the power of the yang world, how can I talk about change?

Standing up at this time, he will not respond to every call, and the end can only be eaten by a hundred ghosts.

Now it is only possible to endure, to lurk, to develop.

With this as the goal, we should concentrate on cultivation and work step by step, and one year is not enough for ten, hundred, or thousand years.

Three zhang of yin soil, can seek a country.

…………

Western.

An old man with a strange appearance fled with his clansmen in embarrassment, and the direction of the chariot was Qishan Zhouyuan, and they wanted to move the clan to this place.

He looked at the clansmen behind him who were devoured by the demon god warriors, and his eyes shed two lines of bloody tears.

"Jian Shang ...... Jian Shang ......"