"Chase!"

Just take down this monster along the way.

In the forest, Tang Ping hid in the shadows, and the grass and trees and spells covered his body.

The frog is agile and a bit bizarre, and is used as bait to seduce the papermaker.

After being in contact with the frog for so long, Tang Ping could probably guess the frog's heels.

There is no bloody plot of the mythical down-and-out master encountering a juvenile beast.

Xiaoqing's real heels should be a kind of spirit born naturally in heaven and earth.

In this existence where every grass and tree has the opportunity to become an elf, and can even speak human words, the little frog is not too top-notch.

Medium.

Of course, the two brothers don't say anyone, one is a three-zhang pavilion marquis, and the other is a three-point (ground) pavilion chief.

"Quack!"

Soon, the frog brought people in.

Behind him were a dozen paper soldiers.

They cut through the thorns and broke down the barriers.

Frogs move from side to side in the woods.

But now is not the time.

Tang Ping waited for a moment.

Suddenly.

A paper figure with heavy makeup enters the dense forest.

Exactly now!

In an instant, it was as if all the trees came to life.

The branches of the trees were like demon claws, and they were slammed towards the paper figures, and the vines on the ground, the weeds under their feet, and the fallen leaves blocked their vision.

Bang bang bang!

The paper figures were shattered.

Tang Ping pinched his fingers and pointed forward.

Rumble!

Five ghost fireballs in a row.

The green flames ignited the grass and trees, and all the places that were burned by the cold fire rotted.

The fireball is also shielded by the moon during its flight.

I often don't find out until I come to the front.

is also a demonic soul, Tang Ping's spell cultivation and type are not much higher than those of the papermaker, plus the sneak attack in the back, it is simply nine out of ten.

The paper man is the enemy's soldier, and in the dense forest, every grass and tree is his own soldiers and horses.

The papermaker couldn't have imagined that there was such a powerful ghost nearby.

Rumble!

Tang Ping vented the fireball, and the forest in front of him was in a mess.

Grass, trees, and paper figures turned into a pool of green water.

Tang Ping wore a strange mask on his face, like a god in the night.

Step by step, he walked into the place where the soul of the papermaker was scattered.

At this moment, a palm-sized paper figure flew from the side.

The paper figure rose in the wind, and a sharp sword slashed directly at Tang Ping's throat.

The whole process is no more than two breaths.

With a mocking smile on the corner of Tang Ping's mouth, he conjured a ghost head knife, and the blade was infused with spiritual power, floating out of pitch-black black fire.

The long knife carved an eerie angle into the void.

Ten steps to killing.

The trick arrived before the paper maker, and the paper figure was split in the middle by a long knife.

Click......

The black fire burned it to ashes.

"You ......" the papermaker couldn't believe it, he didn't even know who killed him, and died with a lot of regret.

"What do you eat when I'm the Underground Lord?"

Tang Ping took off his mask, looked at the puddle of ashes and smiled.

With such a large white essence next to it, even the blind can know it.

I just want to try out new tricks.

The frog jumped on his shoulder, looking proud.

"Well done, add dinner tonight."

"Quack."

Tang Ping searched for it, and finally found a storage bag in the ruins.

Fortunately, there was no damage.

"Yes! Yes! ”

Tang Ping sensed it, and finally found a bamboo slip made of strange wood in a pile of debris.

On the book "Yin Soul Origami Method".

Seeing this method, Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, as I expected, the exercises were brought with me.

Other times you may not bring it, but the annual ghost door is closed, and it is impossible not to bring your belongings.

The Soul is different from the Wandering God on it.

The wandering god can stay in the yang world, so the ghost gate pass is not too important to the wandering god.

The Soul can only come out once a year at this time, and in order to prevent himself from being ransacked by others, he usually brings important things with him.

Tang Ping himself is like this.

"Let's go back."

There were fights elsewhere, but he didn't bother to get involved.

Now that the art of war is there, there are other long-range and short-range spells.

All of them have not cultivated to the full level, so they can cultivate with peace of mind, and it will not be too late to talk about it when the full level combat power is stronger.

Tang Ping dived into the earth.

Passing through the blood cloud, I circled back to the banyan tree.

There are no ghosts lurking around, so it's safe!

As time passed, the Spirits flew back in turn.

After tonight, there are probably more nameless ghosts in the underworld.

The fighting in the underworld is fierce, and the number should have decreased, but there are also many ghosts imported from the world.

But that's just right.

The number of ghosts has increased, and he has become an old ghost, and he will not be suspected if he is born again in the future.

Under the Banyan Tree.

Tang Ping opens the panel.

Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: The third class of the underground master, the soul of the soul

Lifespan: 70 years.

Pact: The Covenant of the Marquis Tree. Motude.

Divine powers: [Maoqi Aoki Gang Method]: Wood Control Method (150/1000) (Dacheng), Otogi Moon Covering Spell. [Snake Curse]: Underground Master Eye (91/1500).

Yin Gathering (101/1500) (Complete) Ghost Fire (1/1500) (Complete) Ten Steps of Killing (1/20)

Except for the method of covering the moon, nothing else is perfect.

This time, Tang Ping planned to fall completely silent.

Pull all the exercises to the maximum level.

He has a plan to become stronger, just by cultivating.

Plus five ghost orchids, one hundred ghost spirit grasses, and fifty blood vines.

Youlan takes tears, a drop in a month, a drop in Baiwen. The ghost spirit grass is thirty wen, grows in January, and matures in two and three months. Blood vine, a bottle of blood, twenty wen.

The net income can reach more than 2,000 a month.

You don't have to worry about the cultivation materials.

The ordinary yin soil can't withstand Tang Ping's construction, but he is the underground master, regulating the earth's qi anytime and anywhere, so that the land can reach its peak state.

The papersmith has more than 10,000 yuan in savings, which is enough for several years of retreat.

……

Spring goes and autumn comes.

Year 1.

The orchid grows with the blood vine, and the expenses are balanced.

Ten steps of killing technique, ghost fire technique is full, instantaneous, and the killing distance is twenty zhang.

That's where proficiency comes in.

Ordinary people can be called "learned" at most when they practice spells, and they are most proficient when they are experienced in combat.

And Tang Ping can directly pull it up and achieve the same spell understanding as the founder.

With the same spell, Tang Ping's power was far greater than that of others.

There is no progress in the two techniques, and there is more time to spare.

The second year.

The realm of the perfection of the wood control method, the ghost origami is completed, and the underground main law is small.

Year 3.

There is no way to make progress in the Yin Gathering Technique.

Fourth year.

Origami and wood control methods are complete, and the underground master method is complete.

The lifespan reaches 120 years.

During this period, except for trading materials and going to the yang world to guide the Zhang family, he didn't go out to hang out.

The god of the pond was closed after the Battle of the Ghost Gate Pass four years ago.

……

At night, the blood moon is in the sky.

The moonlight shines on the earth.

Deep and dense forest, half a mile of banyan trees thrive.

"Quack ......"

Frogs barked under the trees, their voices tinged with a hint of horror.

I saw a nine-foot-long man under the tree.

The skin is brown banyan wood, there is a circle of annual rings on it, the shape is armor-like, and the feet are tree roots, spreading more than ten meters.

The wood face is black-eyed, and there is no hair on the head, only two antelope horns.

"Don't be afraid."

The tree armor and wood grain on his body turned into green light and dispersed, revealing Tang Ping's original appearance.

This is the state of the consummation of the cultivation of the Matsu Deed of the Maohou Tree, and each of the consummation of the Deed cultivation has a corresponding state of the gods when it is impossible to advance, and Tang Ping only knows it now.

This state is called the body of the dryad.