Silent in the middle of the night, the blood moon hangs high.

Under the banyan tree, the man sat cross-legged.

Yin Qi gathers around him, gathering and dispersing with one breath and one breath.

The little frog on the side is also learning to breathe in the yin qi.

There are twelve palm-sized paper figures scattered on the ground around a ghost and a frog, like toys discarded by children at will.

This is the Origami Origami.

Nearby, around the tree, plant a hundred ghost spirit grasses, a hundred cordyceps, juvenile grass, grow into insects. A hundred texts cannot be resurrected.

There are also fifty blood vines, and twenty mistletoe.

The average monthly income is more than 3,000, and after deducting the cultivation materials, it is about 1,000, and you can save 10,000 yuan every year.

Among the many evil souls, Tang Ping is considered rich.

Steadily consume fifty catties of ghost rice, ten bottles of ghost blood, and a pair of jade medicine every month.

This kind of luxurious cultivation consumption, no ghost can do it.

In its place was a steady increase in proficiency in various spells.

It will never be impossible to improve because of its own lack of attrition.

After a long time, I finished the work.

Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the land notice panel in front of you.

The realm column has changed from the Soul Breaker to the Soul Spirit.

Continuation of Yin Gathering (15/2000) (Xiaocheng)

This time, I directly skipped the beginning of the introduction and directly became a small success.

Xiaocheng is the early stage, Dacheng is the middle stage, and consummation should be the late stage.

Now there are not many spells, and with enough resources, you can increase your proficiency by two points per day.

In about three years, you can enter the middle stage of the Soul Spirit.

When the time comes, all you need to do is absorb the evil qi, find the evil qi, and successfully contain a little evil qi, and then you can enter the realm of the wandering spirit.

But entering the realm of geisms is not enough, it is not stable enough, and before that, the underground main territory should be secretly expanded.

Within his own territory, Tang Ping can be said to be an invincible existence in the same realm.

This time to break through the realm, there should be a place for the Soul Deed.

Tang Ping probably understood how the Immortal Deed came about.

The first is the increase in power brought by the breakthrough of one's own realm, so it can accommodate more underworld.

At the same time, the previous pact had to be cultivated to a certain extent.

In this way, the next pact can be opened.

In the months that followed, Tang Ping had been concentrating on cultivation and ignoring mundane matters.

June 15th.

Tang Ping went to the ghost market again.

Enter the deep cave, and at this time, there is another person in the cave.

This person is dressed in a red robe, young and handsome, his eyes are red, his neck goes down to the sides of his cheeks, and he has a dark red python tattoo, and the python's eyes are faintly shining.

There are two charming women on his side, her eyes are like waves, and her fragrance is fragrant.

"Who is this?" The man looked over.

"Your Excellency Zongzi, this is the ghost I told you about who is good at planting."

"I see, it's also a rare talent." The man's cold face showed a slight smile.

In any era, the ability to have a skill, especially in terms of resources, is particularly valued, after all, it is easy to control and does not pose any threat to oneself.

"This is Zuo Qing's eldest son, the ghost city Yangjian Fangzheng." The old man Gongsun introduced.

"Zuo Zhongkao."

"Tang Ping, nameless little ghost." Tang Ping said with a smile.

As a living person, the old man Gongsun basically does not stay in the underworld except for fifteen, so he naturally knows a lot of living people.

"This is the only ghost in the underworld who feeds Youlan." Gongsun was still saying good things for Tang Ping.

"In the future, how about the amount of eight plants that will be exclusively supplied by Youlan Tears?"

Zuo Zhongkao said.

Although Tang Ping didn't understand what was happening, Gongsun had his own intentions in doing this, so he agreed:

"Since Zongzi is willing to buy a large number of them, he is willing to sell them at ninety percent of the market price."

The so-called son of the clan is the eldest son of the family.

The son of the Zuo family, could it be the eldest son of the Zuo Qing family in the mortal world?

Then this identity is really not low.

As for discounts, they're actually quite common.

The old man Gongsun couldn't take down so many Youlan dew, Tang Ping usually hung it here for sale, and sometimes it took a long time to sell out.

Now that there is such a channel for rapid sales, Tang Ping is also happy to see it.

"Okay, that's a deal."

Zuo Zongzi took out a pitch-black iron plate from his sleeve and handed it to the maid beside him, who walked up with the iron plate and handed it to Tang Ping.

There are four big characters written on the iron plate: Zuo's doorman.

"Thank you!"

Tang Ping retracted the storage bag.

"If there is something in the sun, I will leave first. The things that will be handed over in the future will be handed over to the old man Gongsun, and the money will be paid in three months. ”

As soon as the words fell, regardless of whether everyone responded or not, the three of them turned into a ray of light and disappeared.

Money in this world is relatively special, and the so-called money is a ghost and a ghost, which is naturally universal to people and ghosts.

"What's going on?" Tang Ping was puzzled.

"You sell a lot of things in the ghost market, although you cover your face, it's not difficult for someone with a heart to find out, and if the place you planted is discovered one day, what will be the consequences?"

The old man said.

Tang Ping thought about it and felt that there were enough things planted now, although the banyan forest was in an extremely remote place, but if there were really ghosts here, they would definitely not be able to hide these things.

Especially that black wood ghost, if this guy really recovers all the lost ground, it is estimated that he will have to fight again.

Under the banyan tree is their own territory, and there will never be half a concession.

"The predecessor of the Tang God is the witch of the Zuo family, but the ancestor of the Zuo family, as a guest of the Zuo family, and a doorman who supplies resources to the sect, other ghosts can't grab your territory."

Tang Ping weighed it again and again, this method is really killing three birds with one stone.

"Haha, I understand, thank you Mr. Gongsun."

In this way, the last hidden danger disappears, and there is no need to worry about others daring to fight their own ideas.

"It's okay, just help each other."

"This is this month's harvest, in exchange for a jade medicine, the remaining nine hundred wen will be given to me."

"Okay."

Tang Ping returned to the banyan tree, opened his eyebrows, and carefully observed the iron plate.

There is no spell on it, it is completely an ordinary iron card, and the lines on it should be used for anti-counterfeiting.

"Interesting."

This brand, in fact, has other functions, and it will be slowly drawn in the future.

Tang Ping showed a strange smile.

"Quack!"

The frog who was holding a bowl of ghost rice on the side shivered when he saw it, and it seemed that when he saw Hou Ye for the first time, he also smiled.

A month later.

On July 15, the ghost gate was opened.

The Devil is out.

Leaving behind the frog and the twelve paper figures, Tang Ping headed for the yang world.

Entering the yang world, Tang Ping rushed to the east.

In the process of hurrying, the body was taller, the body surface was wooden, and wooden antelope horns grew on the head, turning into the body of a tree god with a height of nine feet.

This is the fifth trip to the Yang Realm.

This is the first time that Zhang Qi has sacrificed to ghosts and gods since he mastered the savage tribe.

The object of sacrifice is oneself.

But Tang Ping didn't want to go by himself, and in order to maintain a sense of mystery, he decided to go as the banyan tree god under the throne of the Youdu Pavilion.

As Zhang Qi grew up, the Pavilion Marquis of Youdu could no longer be exposed, and he had to maintain a hazy sense of awe from his youth.

This was the first time to be sacrificed in the yang world, and Tang Ping had some expectations in his heart.

He, the pavilion marquis of the secluded capital, finally took the first step towards the passing through the yang.