The sacrifice ends.

The gods said that the system had not yet been established, and that the sacrifice would be held once a year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month to avoid the invasion of ghosts and gods, so the tribe was relatively relaxed.

"This time the sacrifice is a bit small, the gods don't say anything, as the people of the yang world, we should take this as a warning, and next time we will gather three animals."

"Yes."

The crowd answered.

Zhang Qi asked everyone to retreat and think in the dark.

In terms of surnames, most of the surnames in this area, including the Zhang family, are surnamed Mi, and Zhang is his clan. Now that the tribe is Xiong, he can change his name to Xiong Qi.

Of course, he was unwilling to change and kept the Zhang family in order to inherit the Zhang family.

What Zhang Qi lost, he must get it back with his own hands.

The next day, the people who witnessed the favor of the gods and the bears and their food gained unprecedented cohesion.

Gradually expand around Danshui.

The total number of savages in this area is at least more than 10,000, and if you organize them, build houses, open up wasteland, and settle down, there will be at least 1,000 soldiers to fight.

In the Sanjing area, the Zuo family only has 3,000 soldiers, and it is more than enough to take revenge on the Zhang family.

With Tang Ping's help, Zhang Qi gained a lot of unprecedented knowledge.

Management, distribution, manufacturing, organization...... In this wilderness, and even among the great clans, it is a secret knowledge.

Now it is used to deal with wild people, it is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

Zhang Qi remembered one sentence: Worship and Rong, if you do two things well, you will become a country.

July 15 has not yet passed, and the outside world is still fighting.

There is a cave deep in the mountains.

Passing through the entrance of the pitch-black cave, the belly of the cave flashes with colorful light, and there are stone tables, stone chairs, and stone beds inside.

What glows is a type of mica.

An old man with gray hair was sitting in front of a stone seat, carefully grinding mica into powder, and then adding materials such as gongshi, realgar, and green onion juice.

If Tang Ping was here, he would know that the person in front of him was the old man Gongsun.

Old man Gongsun was refining a higher level of immortality, which was also the foundation of cultivation.

Mica, the mother of clouds.

The ancient gods and men took it to live forever, of course, it is impossible to live forever by eating mica dry, and it needs to be prepared with special materials.

He is not afraid that others will steal learning, it is useless to just look at the process, there is no special method of refining qi, and it is useless to take mica medicine.

Gongsun Yunzi has a life span of more than 180.

The young man became famous, quite miraculous, the Jingguo clan sent people to recruit many times, but they were rejected one by one, and later came to see the mountain range of the Zuo family, so he came here to live in seclusion, on the condition that the Zuo family would refine a mica party every once in a while.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

At this time, the old man of Gongsun coughed violently, his voice was like iron, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and there was a thick sulfurous gas in his blood.

He hurriedly took the mica, and for a long time, his face was flushed, his complexion was much better, and the tattoos on the surface of his skin regained their luster.

He wiped the blood, listening to the howl of ghosts and wolves not far away, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Tangshen ......"

The name almost popped up through gritted teeth.

The old man took out a piece of jade pendant and rubbed it carefully, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Time is running out."

The old man sighed.

Cultivation is difficult, and if you want to break through, it is not easy to take revenge.

For some reason, he thought of a very interesting young man with excellent understanding.

It's a pity that it's too lazy.

Cultivation itself is a struggle with the sky, not a minute or a second should not be missed, the years are wasted, and when there is no time, you will regret it.

Someone that the old man Gongsun was thinking about was lying in the shade of a tree at this time, watching the little frog perform.

I saw the frog throw out the lotus leaf hat, then jumped up, stepped on the lotus leaf hat, jumped forward three meters, the lotus leaf hat automatically returned to the top of the head, and then was thrown out again, and stepped on again.

Five times in a row, the frog forms a small dot in the air, then slowly falls, and when it is about to land, it throws out the hat and steps on the hat to land smoothly.

"Good!! It's too strong! ”

Tang Ping got up and applauded, a dull life, it's not bad to have a little more adjustment, and it's pointless to be bitter and hateful all day long.

"Quack."

The frog's little eyes flashed with a hint of pride.

"Let's rest after eating." Tang Ping took out the ghost rice, and after eating the ghost and the frog, the frog went back to rest, and Tang Ping looked at the banyan tree and didn't move.

"Seems to have grown a little taller?"

The amplitude is small, estimated at less than a centimeter.

As the god of the banyan tree, Tang Ping can naturally feel that the banyan tree that is more than 20 meters tall generally does not grow anymore, and today it suddenly grows taller, what happened?

In the past ten years, I have not been in this situation.

Tang Ping thought about it for a long time, and suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that eating the tribute of mortal sacrifice will strengthen the underworld contract?"

Tang Ping thought to himself.

There is only this possibility, he opened his eyes, and saw that the earthy yellow earth qi underground, faintly gathered, forming a certain shape, which seemed to be in the shape of a dragon.

"Sure enough."

Tang Ping suddenly realized, it turned out that this was the role of the yang sacrifice.

For ordinary ghosts, the yang sacrifice is a great tonic; For the underground master, there is an additional function to improve the underworld.

If the banyan tree continues to grow, will it break through to the sun?

What is the function of the underground earth qi forming a serpentine shape?

It seems that Tang Ping's own development of the Underworld Deed is quite superficial, and it is not as simple as just these few functions.

This time the amplitude is smaller, probably because the sacrificial ceremony is not very formal, and it is estimated that it will be faster when you have three animals, Shen Yu.

"Having said that, next time you conclude a pact, can you conclude the land of the yang world?"

The underground lord is the underground master, and the land in the yang world is not also the earth?

Except for the first day of crossing, Tang Ping had never really come into contact with the Yang Realm, and he didn't even know about the mortal city and related forces, and he didn't know anything about it.

The main thing is that he is a ghost who does not want to take risks.

Even if you go out, you won't run around, at most you will stay for a while, and you will go back without prey taking the initiative to come to the door.

After all, compared to a little profit, he still thinks it's important to make a decision.

Even if he knew that human sacrifice could increase the deed and develop something different, he would not rush to take risks and find opportunities.

It's as if he only has a day or two to live.

Tang Ping still has more than 100 years to live, everything is slow and moving forward steadily.

So......

"Boost your proficiency first, then get some sleep."

Tang Ping entered the wooden house.

Ding-dong ding-dong......

The moment the door was closed, there was a sudden sound of knocking on the wooden fish from the outside world.

Wow!

He opened the door, and it was empty, the grass and trees trembled slightly, as if something had scurried in.

Close the door.

Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong ...... The comical sound of knocking wooden fish sounded, and there was even the sound of gongs being struck.

This time, Tang Ping did not open the door, his mind sneaked into the banyan tree, and he instantly saw the outside situation.

Bang!

He slammed the door open, only to see a ghostly figure in front of him.

The ghost who took the lead was short, probably two heads lower than himself.

He has a round head and a tiger fur hat, and his eyes are very small, about the size of a mung bean, and his nose is black, with three black hairs on each side.

It turned out to be a rat spirit, and it was tiptoeing at this time.

Beside him are smaller rat ghosts, carrying gongs and wooden fish-like musical instruments, and on the periphery are ordinary ghost soldiers.

Ding-dong ding-dong......

As the rhythm sounded, the rat spirit took the lead, and a group of goblins walked towards the cabin in surprising unison.

At this time, he collided with Tang Ping.

"Who are you?" Tang Ping asked.

It's the first time I've seen such a funny monster.