The power of the plants and trees faded, and Tang calmly felt the power that the body of the tree god brought to him.

What a magical power.

This power cannot be described in words.

The whole person seems to have really become a god in the forest, and every grass and tree is an extension of a part of his body, controlling the growth of plants and trees at will.

The skin of the tree is hard, rooted in the earth, and it is infinitely powerful, invulnerable, and much more powerful than its own soul body.

In the past four years, many unforeseen things have happened.

Cui Niangzi Cui Yue somehow caught the path of the water ghost Niangniang, and became the right-hand man of the water ghost.

The old man Gongsun is weak, and he doesn't seem to have a long lifespan, so it is estimated that he will not last long.

After four years of training, the boy of the Zhang family in the world has also become a young man with strong martial arts, especially after practicing the ten-step killing technique.

At present, a tribe has been established with the wild people in the nearby Danjiang area, leading the tribe in the name of the descendants of Zhurong.

In addition to teaching martial arts, Tang Ping also taught a lot of later generations the art of rule, the method of cultivating wasteland.

This world is vast and different from the ancient times of the previous life.

Due to the vastness of the land, the state forces are distributed in a dotted manner, and there are other forces in the middle, such as barbarians, aliens, savages, and the like.

These people are not orthodox, they are not countrymen, and they are not even qualified to farm for the lord.

The only people who could farm the land for the lord were slaves and people with official status.

Chinese people can farm and be soldiers.

Soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, savages and slaves are not qualified to be soldiers at all.

He asked Zhang Qi to change his thinking, recruited savages as a nobleman, and promised to give him the status of a countryman, regardless of whether he was high or low, and he could serve as a soldier and eat food.

At present, Zhang Qi has gathered more than 1,000 people in the Danjiang area, and relying on the eight pairs of armor given by Tang Ping, the eighteen knives have finally taken root.

Now dormant and rooted, one day in the future, he will regain the position of the head of the family and avenge his relatives.

Tang Ping jumped into the shade of the tree and found ten orchids in the shade, the other five which were planted later.

The blue orchid, with a cry eye in the middle, is weird and beautiful, with a kind of mournful beauty.

"Crying eyes, crying eyes, why are you sad?" Tang Ping couldn't help but sigh.

Isn't it lamenting the fate of becoming a chopping block fish?

Tears flowed from the eyes, which were caught with a porcelain vase.

At this time, the ten orchids looked straight at each other, and their eyes were mixed with astonishing hatred.

Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate the living beings.

Tang Ping shook his head and left.

This eye is not the eye of a real person or a ghost, but a product of the condensation of the resentment of heaven and earth.

Below, the frog had already collected the mature ghost spirit grass, jumped on Tang Ping's shoulder, and hugged a pile of grass as if offering treasure.

"Yes, you watch the house first, hide in advance, and let the paper man take action."

Tang Ping glanced at the paper figure hidden in the shade of the tree, intentionally or unintentionally.

Twelve paper figures are the pinnacle of the Yin Soul Origami technique, and they can control up to twelve at the same time, each equivalent to the combat power of the ghost, although the strength is not good. But it's enough to visit the house.

The frog nodded, and Tang Ping immediately rushed into the deep mountains and old forests. Follow the road to the upstream area and suddenly jump into the water. The next second out of the water, beyond the green river, is a ghost market full of people.

Some sell human hearts and livers, some sell all kinds of Qimen weapons, and some sell ghost altars and Lingqi that are possessed by ghosts. As well as all kinds of herbs, animal bones, exercises and so on.

There was an extra squad of patrolling ghosts on the street.

Wearing a white pointed hat, his body is floating with green ghost fire, and his waist is crossed by a long sword and sword.

Tang Ping came to the old man's shop and said curiously: "What are these?" ”

"A patrol ghost soldier sent by the Tang God."

The old man looked up at the desk and saw that it was Tang Ping, so he didn't care. The two have known each other for many years and have worked together many times. A tacit understanding has already been formed.

"Why did you send troops all of a sudden? Can't you control the ghost market? Tang Ping asked, but Tang Shen has really kept a low profile recently.

"What else could there be? I'm dying. The old man coughed a few times, and his body was a little weak.

"Dying? Can this also die? Tang Ping was a little surprised.

"Of course, it's all the old man's guess, maybe it's a trick to lure the snake out of the hole, and the pond god likes to use this trick the most."

"You're saying that the ghosts of the wandering gods also have a lifespan?"

"Of course, the longevity of the wandering god is only two hundred, and the Tang God has dominated the underworld for nearly two hundred years, counting all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, it is estimated that it will be a matter of more than ten years and decades. Ahem, ahem. ”

Only then did Tang Ping know that the lifespan of the wandering god was only two hundred years, and only then did he know that the pond god was just a wandering god.

But the Tang God is different from the others, the Tang God was a witch worshiped by the Zuo family during his lifetime, and the witch is not a single cultivation lineage, but an honorific title for a monk with status.

Witchcraft leads to heaven and earth, communicating with heaven and earth, people, ghosts and gods. After death, he can quickly break through from the ghost, which is several times stronger than the people of the same realm, and the Tang God is the peak of the wandering god, so he naturally pinches the ghosts and gods to death.

"Since it's the pinnacle, why don't you break through?"

"How easy is it to say, this side of the underworld has poor resources, and the yin qi is insufficient, so it can't break through at all, if you want to break through, go out directly, otherwise why did the Tang God have to start a war against the surrounding forces every time the yin qi was in full bloom before?"

As a monk in the yang world, the old man Gongsun couldn't know much about this.

The underworld is different from the yang world, although the yang world is divided into countries, but ordinary people have always gone in one direction and will always go abroad.

The underworld is a closed world, distributed in a dotted shape, the underworld is like a mortal city, nature is a magic work that cannot be created, there must be enough resources (yin) and population.

Therefore, the Tang God always wants to go out, lay more yin and yang soil, and worship himself with more resources.

"I see..."

Tang Ping suddenly realized.

If it is really as Gongsun guessed, it is estimated that the Tang God will not sit still, and there will be a bigger war next time, and in just ten years, the underworld and mortal world will participate.

The time must not be too early, too early the enemy has to be on guard; The pond god is old, so he can't have more than ten years.

"Mr. Gongsun, have you found the soul sinister exercise I wanted?"

"I found it, there is only one book of Yin Gathering Technique, which is the most common exercise. Without the means to condense the evil qi, at most you can only cultivate to the late stage of the evil soul. ”

The old man of Gongsun glanced at Tang Ping strangely, "Strange, with your Soul Realm, just take refuge in a wandering god general, won't you have exercises?" Last time the ghost market recruited patrol managers, you didn't argue. ”

"Timid, I can't help it. Old man, I bought the exercises. ”

"Cowardice can't live long, the life span of the soul is only eighty, there are not enough resources, just stuffy cultivation will not work, you have to fight! What do you think of Xiao Cui's current status?

You've known each other for more than ten years, how is she now, how are you now? ”

When the old man Gongsun reached his twilight years, it was really sad to see Tang Ping stumbling like this.

"Haha, don't speculate for more than half a sentence, old man, bring the exercises, I'm in a hurry to go back if I have something." Tang Ping snorted and took out a sack full of materials from the storage bag.

"Take it, take it." The old man Gongsun didn't look at it, and immediately waved his hand to drive people away.

"Goodbye!"

Walking out of the ghost city, Tang Ping shuttled through the dense forest.

God help me!

I have a hundred and twenty lifespan, and if I cultivate for a few more years, another Soul Deed will be consummated, and I can increase my lifespan by a few decades.

Rounded up to two hundred.

As long as you survive to the end, even if you don't become a talent, you will be the most senior old ghost.

In the case of no shortage of resources and exercises, if you break through the wandering god and get rid of other ghost generals, then it is not a problem to find the land of the three thorns.

Time is in me, why should I be in a hurry to struggle?