Mountaintop.

The clouds were thick and the wind was howling.

It was obviously broad daylight, and the sky was much more cloudy.

Blood clouds form swirls in the air.

Something seems to be rushing out.

Underworld.

Under the Banyan Tree.

Zhang Qi, Kurofu, Chifu.

The three demons led fifty ghost soldiers, one hundred shrimp and crabs the size of a millstone, although these shrimp and crabs did not incarnate into human form, but at a glance, there were still a lot of deterrents.

Blackfish can't be separated from water, so they don't bring it.

The frog appearance does not look intimidating, so it does not carry it.

If you look closely, there are actually a few tree people inside.

After death, the body of the tree man turns into a tree, but the essence is an alien, and the soul can still become a ghost.

The ghost body is illusory, the soul body is solid, and there are some human characteristics.

"When you go up, you are forbidden to speak to the living, anything. You can nod in response, but you can't speak. ”

"Yes."

"No matter what they're doing, don't point fingers."

"Yes!"

"Don't have any contact with your family!"

"Yes!"

Although the ghosts didn't know why, Tang Ping's prestige was here, so he nodded and agreed.

"Well, just wait."

Tang Ping has lived in this world for ninety years, and he has a little bit of his own understanding of the situation where people and gods live together in this world, and there is no distinction between witches and ghosts.

The reason is that it is too easy for the underworld to deal with the yang.

There is no power constraint, resulting in ghosts with a little strength can affect the yang world, like enjoying blood sacrifices, and they will not be at peace after death, interfering in the decision-making of the yang world.

Therefore, Tang Ping forbade his subordinates to communicate with Yangjian.

The first is to avoid them talking too much, and they are not honest when they die. The power of interpretation of the yang world should be in the hands of the gods.

Second, it is also to make the difference between yin and yang, so that people in the yang world do not understand the underworld.

If mortals know that the underworld is good, then they will "love death" and think about suicide all day long. Knowing that the underworld is poor, you will be "tired of death" and suffer after death, so what is the use of working hard?

That's when it happened.

A large whirlpool seemed to appear above the banyan tree, and a powerful suction force came from the whirlpool.

"Let's go!"

Tang Ping conjured up the law phase, took the lead, and flew into the blood cloud.

Although the other ghost soldiers couldn't fly, they also vaguely felt a force holding them up.

They no longer resisted, and their bodies naturally rose into the air.

Outside, the top of Meishan Mountain.

The smoke of wormwood mixes with blood clouds, which in the sunlight create a psychedelic color.

At this time, there were many ghosts in the clouds.

The most conspicuous is the tall figure of the eight feet tall in the ghost.

The black-robed ghost face, with three eyes in the center of the eyebrows, stepped on a dragon under his feet, and held a bronze ge.

Behind him is Zhang Qi, who is pale and gray, full of life, shrimp soldiers and crab generals with fish heads and shrimp heads, and more than 100 ghost soldiers and aquarists.

Some people saw their loved ones in it and nodded to each other.

The water flow at the water's edge is crowded, forming the state of a dragon.

Vegetation grows wildly on the shore.

"Youdu Pavilion Marquis! Sikong! Maohou has appeared! ”

More than 30,000 people saw this miracle.

"The national sacrifice is complete!"

Xiong was full of excitement and led everyone to worship the ghosts and gods.

"Mountain Call!" On the altar, Zhang Wulang said loudly.

"Hooray!" 10,000 people in unison.

"Mountain Call!"

"Hooray!"

"Mountain Call!"

"Hooray!"

Three bows and nine knocks.

Tang Ping stood in the sky with ghosts and gods, watching more than 30,000 people bow down in unison, and pride rose in his heart.

That's how it should be!

This slogan was his own idea.

Originally, they were meant to recite Huazhang praising the gods, but few of these people were literate and could not write any ornate poems.

I guess in the end, it's just to praise your clothes, appearance, and so on.

There are a lot of people, and when the time comes, it will be messy, and I don't know if I think it's a vegetable market.

So Tang Ping thought of borrowing the etiquette of later generations.

Long live is not a curse, the king of Yin Shang and the king of Shu did not live long live.

Sure enough, the effect is good, and there is a little sense of solemnity.

Five-colored clouds, gods are sacrificed.

A dark power blessed Tang Ping.

In the underworld, the yin soil swelled twenty zhang and came to two hundred and twenty zhang.

Other bodies of water and trees have grown slightly.

At this time, the land policy suddenly hung in the air.

The surrounding ghosts and people did not see it.

A large amount of moxa smoke was absorbed by the local strategy.

"Are you going to advance?" Tang Ping had some expectations in his heart.

I broke through the wandering god by myself, and now I am still the third rank of the underground master.

From the soul to the wandering god, there are two realms in total, and no matter what, you have to be second-class.

The third-class underground master, like a mortal scholar, has an identity but no position, only a family house, also known as the Hao Society.

The ancestors who worship at home, the ghosts and servants in the underworld are basically like this.

The second class is equivalent to entering the post, having the power to open the government and build teeth, and having its own subordinates. This is the official state shrine of worship.

First-class underground master, Tang Ping calculated that it should be possible to divide the seal, divide the priesthood, and let the gods open the mansion and build teeth.

Of course, this is just an extrapolation.

After all, it is the first time to be a god, and it is very likely that it is the first priesthood, and there is no experience.

After absorbing the things, they suddenly disappeared again.

"Huh?"

Tang Ping was surprised.

What the hell is going on?

The panels have also not changed.

Could it be that he is not strong enough? Or is the pact not developed enough?

I have clearly completed the cultivation of the three underworld deeds.

And he also felt that there was a mysterious change in the land policy.

Why is that?

It seems that only the strength is not enough.

Soon, the sacrifice was completed, and the demons disappeared.

The smoke cleared and the weather was clear again.

The altar on the mountain leaves the name of the ghost, and if something happens in the future, the ghost can be summoned for help.

"The gods have an edict, and the lord comes up the mountain alone."

Zhang Wulang said again.

Xiong Man climbed the mountain alone.

The altar is at the top of the mountain, and he is going to meet him at the top of the mountain.

The climate of Meishan is gloomy and cold, and there is often dense fog between the jungles.

In addition to the plum forest, there is also a sacred ginger that is dedicated to the gods.

There are many ghosts, and the yin qi is vigorous.

Suddenly, the fog lifted, and the gods stood in front of the altar.

The three eyes in the center of the eyebrows are like the eyes of the emperor, as if they can see through everything.

Tang Ping is indeed using the eyes to see Xiong Man.

"Inhuman, viviparous."

This person has a strong flame power on his body, and compared with those immortals who take bait and refine qi, Xiong Man can directly swallow fire and become stronger, which shows the strength of his heels.

The origin of the Chu State was on this person.

"Meet the Gods!"

"The next step is to be cautious, don't expand blindly, and find out the surrounding forces first."

The state of Chu built a city, and it is no longer a wandering tribe.

There are many immortals in the deep mountains and old forests, so it's better to be careful.

"Keep it in mind, now that the country is founded, the candidates for the five doctors, do the gods have any suggestions?"

"The underworld is not the yang world, you decide who you choose. The head of the family is in charge of the country's affairs, and he must convince people with virtue, and he can choose the tribal patriarch to serve as a doctor. As for the other doctors, they are granted according to their needs, and the deacons are attached. ”

Tang Ping just gave advice.

"Yes."

Tang Ping disappeared.

Xiong Man is still busy next.

Tang Ping flew to the outside world.

By the way, looking at the surrounding terrain, the map left by Qiu Sheng has never had a clue.

When he flew to a tidal flat, he suddenly stopped.

The water level of the tidal flats is not deep, probably up to the knees.

There are wooden houses on the tidal flats, built on a kind of low tree with many branches, and the roof is covered with lotus leaves, which is really impossible to find without looking closely.

Most of the houses are tied to wooden boats and bamboo rafts.

There are probably hundreds of households.

At this point, the Inhuman tribe seems to be performing a sacrifice.

They stood on a bamboo raft, and in the middle of the tidal flat, in the water stood a statue carved in stone.

The statue of the god is more delicately carved, with a carp-like lower body, long hair and a shawl, a young and handsome appearance, a few small scales on the face, and a pale python bone wrapped around his right hand.

"Is this me?"

Tang Ping remembered that he had killed a giant python here and saved a little girl.

Do you think it's a miracle?

Tang Pington felt strange, he didn't expect that there were still tap fans, so he fell into the jungle and listened carefully to what they were saying, using the Jingchu dialect, it seemed that there was a civilized tribe.

Maybe it can be absorbed into the Chu State and add a piece of strength.

"The gods descended, the five-colored clouds rose, the birds followed the people, and the waves hit the Jiao...... The god of Jiao, Fu Wei is still feasting! ”

It seems to be singing the praises of himself.

"The god of Jiaojiao ......!"

The crowd shouted reverently.

The corners of Tang Ping's mouth twitched, why are the names of gods always taken by people in this world so strange.

Beat Jiao...... No, it has to be corrected.

Tang Ping manifested the empty water body.

Call!

The wind is furious, and the black clouds are coming.