Heaven and earth, gods, people and ghosts, beetles (naked) scales and feathers.

The beings of the Three Realms are basically divided into the above ten types.

Needless to say, the top five naturally need not be said.

Silverfish refer to animals that do not have feathers, scales, or carapaces, and generally refer to mortals, and the "human" in front refers to cultivators, aliens, and other species with extraordinary powers.

The scales are scales, the hair is hair, the feathers are birds, and the kun is the carapace.

There are four births of living beings, and it is needless to say that oviparity is naturally viviparous, and wet births are born in dark and damp places; Most ghosts and gods are incarnated, and they are mature at birth, and do not need to go through juvenile and mature periods.

Tang Ping looked at the Quartet with his eyes.

Plants and trees cannot be discerned unless they have been transformed into spirits.

Ordinary animals can also distinguish that most of the creatures in the underworld are wet biogenesis, and those who encounter viviparous oviparity are ghosts with strong heels.

After a long time, Tang Ping withdrew his eyes.

This feature is quite useful, and it can be used to see other people's heels and strength in the future, so it is easier to deal with it.

I often pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so as not to be done by others in the future.

Tang Ping looked around, the ghost spirit grass was growing well, the blood vine and the orchid were also good, and the twelve paper figures were hidden in the dark.

After all, the paper man is a small path, and when he cultivates to perfection, he can let at most twelve paper figures appear at the same time, and he can only protect the land of three zhang at most.

But that's enough.

Next, you can break through the next realm and condense a new underworld.

The current land can only worship these spirit grasses.

In the next underworld, if you can't find the land in the yang world, you can only conclude something else.

The Underground Lord is a little stronger than the priesthood of the later generations in that he can control anything at will, regardless of the type, earth, wood, water, and even other things.

A few days later.

Ghost market, inside the store.

"Mr. Gongsun, this is Zuo Zongzi's thing, this is yours."

Tang Ping handed Gongsun a large package.

"So much?" The old man stared at him, wondering if this kid had gone to rob.

"I planted a few more orchids, but I can't help it, it's always so easy to survive."

"Hmph, it's just luck."

Old man Gongsun snorted coldly, "But you have a talent for medicine, if only you were diligent." ”

"Again, but you promised to sell me the prescription?"

"Impossible!"

The old man of Gongsun was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he immediately exploded.

"Forget it, have you inquired about the spell?"

"Go to the green water beach and find centipedes, centipedes have exercises there, with your current reputation, he shouldn't dare to lie to you."

"Centipedes? Can he see me? ”

"Don't worry, he's the only centipede force."

The centipede is both a demon and a ghost, and the body is composed of all kinds of ghosts.

All the ghosts in the centipede's sphere of influence are himself.

"Okay, I'll have time to ask."

Tang Ping went out with last month's money.

July 15 is less than two months away.

Tang Ping didn't want to move for the time being.

It is another year of open and secret struggle between forces.

Maybe the Tang God did it on purpose, today you grab my territory, and tomorrow I will attack your spiritual field.

All kinds of fighting have been prohibited.

Of course, they didn't dare to move the power of the Tang God family.

For example, the ghost market and Tang Ping, who has cooperation with the ghost market.

But he didn't want to get involved, so it would be nice to wait for him to be stronger.

Tang Ping didn't know what to do, and the ghost sent the god to look back at the old man in the house, and his eyebrows and eyes closed in an instant.

Seeing the scene in front of him, his body shook.

"Oviparous, human, feathered ......"

What a complicated bloodline......

What's more, strength is a wandering god.

On the same level as the black wood ghost centipedes.

How so?

Tang Ping couldn't figure it out.

After Tang Ping left, the old man coughed several times.

"Time is running out......"

The old man looked at the back of Tang Ping leaving, and he definitely had to find an heir for what he had learned.

Tang Ping is good, but he still has to test his heart.

See if you can accept your cause and effect, and if you can't take revenge in the future, you can take over the burden.

It's really impossible to find a place to bury the inheritance and wait for the next destined person.

With Tang Ping's character, I'm afraid he won't do such a bitter and hateful thing.

"For the first time in a hundred years, and for the last time, dormant for a hundred years, success or failure ...... in one fell swoop"

The sharp light in the old man Gongsun slowly faded.

……

"Feathered ......"

On the way, Tang Ping was like a cheetah, and the branches of the trees automatically separated.

His mind had already drifted into the distance.

The feather people are mostly in the southwest and west.

It is rumored that through the hills and bad waters, you can come to the ancient Shu Kingdom, and the name of the lord of the country is Silkworm Cong, which is a three-eyed feather man.

The Three-Eyed Feather People and the Zongmu People were the ruling class of the ancient Shu.

The country is 45,000 years old, and it is not populated with the Central Plains.

Because of the mystery, there are often imitations of the ancient Shu Kingdom in the ghost market, such as bronze trees, silkworm bush masks, and eight-sided bronze spears.

Could it be that the old man Gongsun is from Gu Shu?

Judging by his name and pedigree, maybe it is.

So what are their intentions, and what do they have to do with the hostile forces of the Zuo family and Tangshen in the southwest?

"Interesting, see how you perform."

On the way back, Tang Ping went for a walk.

Ghosts, ghosts, metamorphosis, metamorphosis, wetness......

There are many ghosts, increasing year after year, and there are not many people who have some ability.

Under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping returned to the wooden house.

"Quack!" The frog jumped in excitedly.

"Okay, you can do it too."

Inductive storage bag, pouring out a pile of debris.

"Twenty-one thousand copper coins. Two bottles of Youlan Dew, fifty bottles of ghost spirit grass, and three bottles of blood vine liquid, this is all the belongings. ”

The frog pounced on the pile of copper coins, his eyes shining, and he didn't know who he had learned from.

"More than 20,000 can almost buy a spell, but you really can't use a magic weapon to make up for it."

In the low-end realm, the spell attainments are generally not very high, and most of them use magic weapons to fill the lack of combat power.

Two months later.

Ghost Festival.

The sky is full of blood clouds, communicating the mysterious world.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Ghost cry wolf howl! Ghosts and gods frantically poured in.

In the yang world, they still have a lot of fighting.

The world of ghosts is so bloody.

Tang Ping looked at the sky for a long time and did not move.

This is the third sacrifice.

The first two times the banyan tree has grown.

This time, Tang Ping knew how to let the Immortal Deed be absorbed at a fixed point.

The third time there are three complete animals, this time with the land to try.

The three-zhang yin earth atmosphere vaguely forms a shape.

Come to the sun of Danshui.

There are more wooden houses in this area, which is twice as many as last year.

Tang Ping flew forward, and at the same time incarnated into the form of a tree god.

On the top of the five-foot altar temple, the old priest in red clothes danced.

The smoke is wafting, the dance of the night is mysterious and weird.

The eulogy is no longer only Zhurong and Phoenix, but also Hades and Tree Gods.

The lyrics are quite innovative.

The green smoke is wafting, attracting the little monsters not far away.

The crowd was not afraid.

Whoosh!

Sure enough, holy thorns automatically grew on the ground, destroying the ghosts.

Wow!

The gods rode the black fog and came across life and death.

The offerings flew into the sky and into the mist.

Tang Ping visualizes Mao Tuqi.

Cattle, sheep, pigs, and three animals are absorbed.

Rumble!

In his senses, the three zhang yin and earth qi in the underworld suddenly converged, forming a long yellow snake.

The head horns are majestic and majestic.

Like a dragon without feet, like a snake like a python.

The ancients said: "There is Tubo underground, guarding the portal, and his body is nine curves." ”

This is the Tubodi serpent!