"This son is quite strange."

Zhang Cong thought to himself.

This is just like Xiong Ying's third son, who was born to manipulate fire and feed on fire.

What power is this son of his own?

It seems that this is a sign of family prosperity.

Roar!

At this moment, there was a roar from the bottom of the mountain, mixed with the sound of human cries in terror.

Zhang Cong handed over his son to the old woman, walked out of the door and looked into the distance, only to see that many people with a length of one zhang suddenly burst out of the water under the mountain, with scales on their backs and abdomen, and their teeth were as sharp as knives.

This is the dragon of the dragon, also known as the pig dragon.

The dragon has something like a chair on its back, and on it sits an Inhuman with a tattoo of his hair and gills on his cheeks.

It was these people who controlled the dragon and attacked the people on the shore.

The Chinese people had already prepared, and they picked up the guy and started with this gang.

Zhang Cong hurriedly flew down the mountain to support.

This is the Dragon Clan on the South Coast, who has been fighting with the Xiong Clan from outside for several years.

The two tribes, one on the south bank and the other on the north bank, have friction from time to time.

This is the power of the wilderness.

It is also the reason why the original Zuo and Wu were reluctant to set foot in the suburbs.

Because it was too much effort, I don't know when a powerful force emerged to fight in the ring.

Now Wu's claims to sit on thousands of miles in the southeast, but in fact, the core area is only a hundred miles.

……

In the underworld, Tang Ping inhaled evil qi.

After a long time, as his proficiency improved, he regained his merits again.

"Whew......" Tang Ping walked out of the wooden house and let out a long breath.

Look around again.

The ghost soldiers took care of the plants, and Zhang Qi manipulated the twelve paper men to open up the wasteland.

Now there are more than 20 acres of rice fields and more than 2,000 cotton plants.

In a few years, Wu Yang's evil qi will run out.

Then you can find the evil spirit of Green Wood Ridge.

Is Greenwood Ridge running out?

I guess I'm going to have to find something else.

That's where the difficulty of condensation lies.

Otherwise, there would not have been only eight wandering gods for so many years, but there would be hundreds of evil spirits.

One is the difficulty, and the other is the quantity.

If you want to be more advanced, you can only look for it all over the world.

From time to time, there are people who are so ambitious, and they start practicing when they find some high-grade evil spirits, but they can't find it in the follow-up, and they are trapped to death.

If there was no earth python like this, Tang Ping estimated that he would also have to find a larger amount of low-grade evil qi to cultivate.

"No matter how much, cultivate first."

Tang Ping continued to burn fire and refine medicine, and did not move anything except to go to the yang world to get water.

There are no years of cultivation.

Eight years passed quietly.

On this day, inside the wooden house, Tang Ping's body had turned pale yellow, and Wu Yang's evil qi had been used up.

"Green Wood Ridge ......" Tang plane was covered with wood grain, and the figure flashed and disappeared in place.

In eight years, the number of aquariums has exceeded 80.

There are fifty ghost soldiers, and the number of broken Xiong ghosts is also forty or fifty, and these are all used for farming.

The yin soil breaks through 100 zhang, and the banyan tree covers one and a half miles, growing three meters high. The waterhole expanded to a radius of 50 zhang.

Maohou's sphere of influence expanded to a radius of three miles.

"Shan Xiaosu, I'm down to buy evil gas."

"Oh? You ready? ”

"Hmm."

After getting the evil qi, Tang Ping took advantage of the blood moon to return to the banyan tree.

It's a big feast.

It's back to the scene of demons dancing around.

There are ghosts and gods fighting everywhere, and lonely souls and wild ghosts are like crazy demons, reckless of the consequences.

Last time, dozens of ghosts attacked this place, and Zhang Qi led his troops to kill a lot, so that this place became a forbidden place for lonely souls.

All of this stems from the war a few years ago, when many strong people turned into ghosts and came to the underworld.

Each has an old department, and it is naturally a bloody storm.

Not only in the underworld, but also in the yang world, there are people competing for the dojo.

There is a special altar for the gods in the yang, except for the official Shenyu, the others are basically the same, and some have twelve sacrifices a year.

These also have ghost robberies.

Especially the three wandering gods of centipedes, centipedes, and fire ghosts that were originally worshiped by the Zuo family, life is becoming more and more difficult.

The sky was shining brightly, and it was quiet below.

Tang Ping was not in a hurry to cultivate, but lay down in the shade of the tree and watched for a while.

The colorful colors were reflected on the black and white ghost god's face, and his eyebrows were staring upward.

"There is no difference between the underworld and the yang."

Tang Ping sighed.

It's nothing more than a change of place.

The above-ground space becomes the underground space.

This so-called underworld also does not have the facilities of later myths and legends.

It is said that there is a ghost gate on July 15, but in fact, I don't see any ghost gate that restricts ghosts and gods.

Ghosts and gods of a certain strength can freely enter and exit yin and yang, and even take their own subordinates in and out of yin and yang.

"Maybe that's why there's a popular culture of witches and ghosts in this world."

Tang Ping didn't like this chaotic and evil environment in his heart.

Especially when I saw the nobles of the Yin Shang family like eating chopped pepper fish heads, eating the human heads cooked in Dingzhong, the discomfort in my heart became more and more intense.

Cannibalism has become civilized, but not cannibalism has become barbarianism.

Tang Ping was too lazy to watch these battles, so he better improve his strength first.

This was followed by a long retreat.

The proficiency of the bait refining method slowly increases.

The quota was saved six, and four were given to the samurai of the world.

The remaining two are set aside.

Inside the wooden house.

Tang Ping held his breath and condensed, summoned the earth python, and opened the three bottles that stored the dry bones at the same time.

Darkness wafted out.

The earth python evolved its facial features, swallowed the dead wood in one gulp, and then spit out a yellow evil qi that was several times smaller than this.

"Three bottles of non-flow transformation and one bottle of Nine Shades of Yellow Spring, not bad."

At present, Tang Ping is still quite satisfied.

In the next period of time, the affairs of the outside world were handed over to Zhang Qi and Frog.

You don't ask for much, you just have to keep going.

If you need supplies, let Zhang Qi take the herbs and salted fish to the ghost market to exchange.

this day.

"Shenhou, there is a person out there who calls himself a centipede to see you."

"Let him in." Tang Ping already knew.

A middle-aged man walked in, his appearance was flat, and his eyes changed color from time to time.

"You're about to break through?"

"It's not bad yet, it's not the time to break through." Tang Ping said with a smile, "What are you doing here?" ”

"In exchange for a little material, I have a crypt in the mortal world that is inferior to the mirage, can I exchange this?" The centipede asked, his savings running out.

"Absolutely."

Tang Ping agreed.

But I felt a little strange in my heart, and I actually used the word asking to see.

And it's really going to the door, what do you want to do?

Do you want to grab something?

"I heard that you have a good relationship with Mandrill, and you are now his subordinate?" The centipede probed.

Hearing this, Tang Ping became vigilant and said, "Exactly, we are also drinking friends, haha." ”

"I see."

The centipede looked around, his face was cloudy, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Do you want to cooperate and do a vote?" We're two families together, and we're all ostracized ghosts anyway. ”

"Forget it, if you can't do it, you won't participate."

"Hmph, cowardly, you don't want resources to break through the realm? We have known each other for many years, and I have to have a sentence to remind you that it is not possible not to fight, and it is better to rely on others than on yourself. ”

Centipedes seem to hate iron but not steel.

"Don't dare, don't dare, you're being cowardly."

Tang Ping repeatedly excused himself.

The centipede was helpless and pretended to leave easily.

After this person left, Tang Ping sneered.

This guy wants to kill two birds with one stone.

On the one hand, it is for a fight, and on the other hand, it is also for his own land.

In any case, if you go to the battlefield, you will definitely die inexplicably.

If it weren't for the name of the mandrill, it is estimated that he would have robbed it a long time ago.

"Hmph, play tricks with me."

In the underworld, you must not trust any ghost.

In the past, it was said that there was no way to refine weapons, and this guy's shop has always sold magic weapons.

Now that I have come here in person, I guess the situation in the underworld is indeed not good.

Anyway, let's break through first.

All resources are fake, and there are evil spirits that do not flow into the underworld, and there are also major wandering god forces.

Zhang Qi went to the ghost market to set up a stall again, and it was almost enough to exchange it for elixir.

Now that you have guaranteed a steady entry into Youshen, why bother to create unnecessary needs for yourself?

Sunrise and sunset.

Twenty years have passed.

The world, the land of the Bear Clan.

Xiong Ying, who is close to 70 years old, is still in the prime of life, and has a lifespan of 120 years.

On this day, bad news suddenly spread from the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Cong, who was in his forties and looked like a middle-aged man, came.

"The South Shore Dragon Clan has a demon of eating qi (wandering gods)!"