"Hehe, everything is ready, only the east wind is owed."

Tang Ping smiled secretly.

He had never ventured, let alone ventured to open a sacrifice and summon the ancient gods.

But if there is any risk, Tang Ping will not take it.

He hadn't met Empress Nuying, but he could come up with the best way with logic.

If Empress E's daughters can really make themselves stronger, then their strength will definitely be stronger than themselves.

But why should they do themselves a favor? Usually only the lower ones worship the higher, and the mortals sacrifice to the heavens, ghosts, gods, and ancestors; Sacrifice represents offering, it represents surrender.

Tang Ping, of course, was unwilling to worship and surrender.

Even if you give up this benefit of unknown origin, don't take such a risky move.

Half a year has passed, and no one has taken the bait in this place.

To this end, Tang Ping is ready to create certain clues.

Jing Guo.

After a war with Dayi Shang hundreds of years ago, Jing directly shrank nearly half of its land, but it was also much larger than Chu.

Jing is a typical Ze country, with a much more water system than Chu State, densely packed, dividing the land into pieces and guarding them by different ministers.

Keel-eup Ghost City.

At night, there was a fog and a large city standing between the water systems in front of it.

The city is brightly lit, and people in the city use boats to travel.

There is a large green lake next to the castle.

There is a legend in Dragon Bone City that there were not so many water systems in this place, and there was a dragon living at the bottom of the lake, and the nearby river was caused by the dragon crawling.

At this time, a gray-haired "old man" came to the lake, stood by the lake and waited for a long time, and in the early morning, the sun rose over the horizon, and the first rays of sunlight shone on the lake.

Burst!

Tang Ping jumped into the water, the lake was turbid, there were algae everywhere, and he couldn't see the specific things around him.

After a long time, the lake disappeared.

Tang Ping came to a karst cave, the top of the cave is inlaid with a green night pearl, and there are many human figures on both sides of the cave, there are strangers, mortals, and strange-shaped demons.

Obviously, this is a ghost market.

Although the scale is not as large as that of Jianxia, it is also much larger than the Wu's ghost market back then.

Tang Ping pretended to take out some herbs to set up a stall, and during the period, he also exchanged materials with others, and traded magic tools and prescriptions without ghost money.

After many hands, the magic weapon was finally discovered by the master.

Dragon Bone City, Wei Qing's mansion, Wei Qing is one of the secretaries of Jing State, and Dong Shiqing serves as the guardian of two monarchs, one dark and one bright.

Deep underground, there is a small karst cave.

There is a pool of blood in the center of the cave, the smell of blood lingers in the entire cave hall, the five-foot square pool of blood bubbling, and there are no less than 100 baby corpses around Chishui.

There sat a man by the pool, his skin was sickly white.

It is so white that you can see the green tendons, and the whites of this person's eyes also have green tendons, and he meditates with his upper body bare, and there are patches of white hemorrhoids on his belly like cowhide.

White hemorrhoids see the abdomen, and the eyes have green tendons. This is the root bone of the gods.

This is Wei's second son, Wei Shuang.

As descendants of the Dark Guard, their appearance is impossible to be known, and most of the time they are hidden in the dark, and their skin becomes unusually pale.

At this point, the pool of blood stopped bubbling and a fresh infant corpse floated out.

Wei Shuang's pupils covered with green silk flashed with a vicious luster, and he roared in a low voice, saying:

"Why, why is it so ......"

The highest level of immortal body is Bai Zhijian's abdomen, with green tendons in his eyes, bones in his yin, bones in his chest, and a Xuanshan in his nose.

He only occupied two things, and the purpose of building this immortal pond was to see if he could artificially create immortal root bones.

It's a pity that it fell short.

Wei Shuang blamed his father and eldest brother for all this, and it must be that they were hiding something.

"Damn! One day, I will make you regret it. ”

The position of head of the family he dreamed of, the woman he loved was taken away by his brother.

Wei Shuang vented for a moment and took out a tortoiseshell fragment, according to the pattern, this fragment is at least more than 50,000 years old.

The lines on it are faintly like a map.

He carefully pulled out the scattered fragments, indeed the map.

The tortoiseshell is a sacrificial object for shamans, at least 50,000 years ago, and there is a map on it, what secrets is hidden?

Wei Shuang's eyes flashed with excitement.

Because of a certain terrain on the pattern, I seem to know it.

Wei Shuang carefully put away the tortoise shell, it is said that this was sold by an old man as a medicinal herb, but it was a pity that he was cheaper.

He had a vague hunch that maybe this was an opportunity to change his fate.

After searching all the way, carefully stepping on the spot, and making sure that there was no trap, Wei Shuang came to the cave.

Looking at the confessions and stories on the cave, Wei Shuang laughed.

"Haha, God help me! Empress E, an ancient god! ”

Wei Shuang is not suspicious of fake. Few people know that Empress E's daughter is the god of Xiangshui, and she has no family background, and ordinary people have never heard of Empress E, let alone connect Empress E's daughter with Xiangshui.

This alone was enough to increase Wei Shuang's trust in this sacrificial method.

"Can this method allow me to enter Qi refining?"

Wei Shuang thought to herself.

It is only a little short of refining qi, but it is just this point, and it has stuck itself for decades.

This time may be an opportunity, not only to complete the root bones, but also to break through the realm.

Wei Shuangtuo went down the contents of the stone wall, searched all inside and out, and found Xiangfei bamboo during the period, and a mirage dragon that had lost its mind and only survived in the flesh.

"Everything is ready, why doesn't this man perform the sacrifice immediately?"

Wei Shuang became alert, and the stone wall was said to be fighting with the enemy, coupled with old age and weakness.

But what about corpses?

Wei Shuang searched for a long time, and finally found scattered bone powder around.

In an instant, everything that happened in this place was outlined, and the corpse was so completely shattered, and there was no trace of a fight, which could only show that it was his own doing.

Wei Shuang understood the thoughts of this master, the corpse of the master often contained a lot of secrets, and even the weakness of the family.

After the death of the people of the Wei family, they were also buried in a forbidden place guarded by heavy soldiers, and if they were too late to bury the scene on the battlefield, they also had special methods to destroy their bodies.

"There shouldn't be anything left."

Wei Shuang walked out of the cave.

Fly to Dragonbone City.

Rumble!

The moment he left, the cave collapsed.

After a long time, Tang Ping came out of the ground.

"It's finally on."

Tang Ping said with a smile, it was not in vain that he had prepared so many things.

The next thing is to follow the guy and watch his every move to see if he can summon something.

The other party should not find himself, in terms of hidden means, Tang Ping is the first, no one dares to talk about the second, although it is not his territory, but how can he control the wood and water, and hide the traces with the help of the surrounding environment.

This is something that ordinary gods can't do.

After that, Tang Ping waited for the rabbit at the bend of Xiangshui.

This place is located between two mountains, the river is turbulent, except for apes and apes on both sides, there are few people, there may be monsters hidden, enough to hide.

Regarding the location of the altar, Tang Ping restricted it, stipulating that only this place could be sacrificed, otherwise Wei Shuang would find a place at will, wouldn't it be a chicken and egg beating.

"Within half a year, if you don't sacrifice within half a year, this seat will kill people and take things back."

In a very tricky place in the mirage's body, there is a small snake made of essence, and if it is activated one day, the location of that person can be determined.

Of course, this can only be used once, and it has to be discovered by the other party once.

After waiting for a long time, Tang Ping was bored, so he stretched out his finger, and a stream of cyan essence flew out of the forest, and the essence was like a long snake, winding and twisting and falling into the palm of his hand, forming a blue ball.

Then place the orb on top of a weed next to it.

The majestic wood gas poured into the weeds, absorbed by the weeds, and with a flash of cyan light, the weeds turned into a thumb-sized, blue-skinned youth.

"Meet the gods!" The young man's attitude was very respectful, although he was not born to know, but he also knew that the person in front of him was his nobleman.

"You look at this place, if an outsider comes, you recite this mantra silently......" Tang Ping taught the straw man the mantra of sacrificing to the gods.

"Yes!"

After arranging the spies, Tang Ping disappeared in place.

This technique is called pointing, and it was inadvertently researched by Tang Ping.

After igniting, these things will not necessarily become monsters, he just plays a role in boosting seedlings, as for how many days he can live, or he will step into the path of cultivation, it depends on that person's own understanding.

Generally, they only live for one or two months, and most of them are half a year and a year.

Tang Ping returned to the underworld.

There are four elders in the underworld.

They correspond to the banyan tree, the shaded soil, the altar and the waterhole.

Most of the waterholes are people from the Long, Yu and Yu clans.

The altar is generally a plum landscape master.

The banyan tree is Zhang Fu, and the yin soil is Xiongying.

Back in the underworld, not far away is a banyan tree with a radius of dozens of miles, huge and terrifying.

Yin soil and waterhole have their own shrines.

Most of the underworld in this area is controlled by the gods of the Chu State.

Many gods obey the orders of the gods, although the gods have not yet been born, but with the expansion of the underworld of Chu, they are also famous.

At this time, Tang Ping appeared in Xijian Mountain.

The expansion of this place was not fast, because there were no tribes or national sacrifices, Tang Ping could not find a suitable candidate, and simply kept idle.

The professional counterpart is very important, if the sacrifice cannot benefit the yin and yang worlds, it is better not to sacrifice.

Where there is no water, worship the god of water; Isn't it uncomfortable for both sides to worship the god of fire in a place where water is draught?

Therefore, Tang Ping would rather be empty than pay attention to it.

He flew out of the copper mountain.

Walking along the road, you can see several large cities, and the ghosts seem to live normally in the mortal world.

There is a big difference between the building of the underworld and the yang world, the difference lies in the color, because the underworld is gray, its color is used more heavily, the Chu people are still red, the city walls are bright blood red, the vermilion city gate is painted with a dragon boat, and there are people, cranes, and toads on the dragon boat.

The dragon boat symbolizes the eternal tranquility of the soul, and this city is the end of death.

"Ghost mud, ghost bamboo, ghost peach, and ghost liquid are sold cheaply!"

"Cotton coats, swords, armor ......"

"Roasted cockroaches, roasted centipedes......"

There are small stalls on both sides of the city, strange ghosts go shopping, and the magnificent scene of the sun has been moved to the underworld.

The pavilion maintains order and manages the market.

On the second floor of the tavern, an elegant middle-aged man in a wide robe and big sleeves drank tea from the underworld and watched the crowd coming and going.

"Tsk, it turns out that the underworld is such a scene, and it is no different from the mortal world, so you have to write it down......"

The middle-aged man took out a notebook, recorded what he saw and heard, and went back to compile it into a poem.

"The dragon boat returns home, and the ghosts and gods are in the building."

The city of the underworld is called Tonglou, the tower of the underworld, and the underground lord controls everything, and is the embodiment of the earth, the lord of the hidden capital.

What makes the underworld of Chu different from others is the concept.

Tang Ping has always been the first to do things, advocating the separation of yin and yang, and the tranquility after death.

There is less strife in the underworld and more yin fire.

There has been no dispute for nearly 100 years.

Tang Ping came to the tallest and largest Tong Tower.

On the top of a hundred zhang building, a man with pale skin and flame lines on his skin closed his eyes and practiced.

This is Xiong Ying, and Xiong Man is the two major refining qi in the underworld.

Xiong Ying opened his eyes and saw Shenhou standing in front of him, and he hurriedly got up to greet him.

"No need to be polite."

Tang Ping looked around and roughly understood the development of the underworld.

The underworld is full of talents, and the four major territories together have a total of more than 30 wandering gods, more than ten times the number of the past.

"I have four pavilion places, and each pavilion has ten three elders, and you can pick some ghosts to serve according to the regulations."

There are gods in the yang world and ghosts in the underworld.

Tinghou is equivalent to the global god who rules everything in the underworld, and has the right to deprive his subordinates of the priesthood, and can divide and organize their own team.

The Pavilion Marquis is in charge of ten three elders and one hundred pavilion chiefs.

This amount is not too much compared to the number of ghosts in the underworld.

"Tinghou...... Thank you to the gods for living up to their expectations. ”

Xiong Ying was very excited, as the name suggests, the Pavilion Marquis is just the Marquis of a Pavilion, but he is also a prince, how not to feel excited.

Soon, Xiong Ying, Zhu Man, Zhang Fu, and Yu Ji were all awarded the Pavilion Marquis.

As for their subordinates, Tang Ping didn't bother to seal them one by one, let them find their own people, and reserve some vacant seats for the masters of the yang world.

After arranging everything, Tang Ping went to Qujiang to take a look, Du Yu lived in Meishan for a long time, and often led his seven generals to cultivate rampant soldiers, and it was estimated that he would build a strong army.

Two months later.

Night.

The Hunan water is turbulent, and there is an altar on the riverside.

In front of the altar was a young man with pale skin and green tendons.

The altar is made of yellow tear spots and is dedicated to a red-maned white dragon and a bamboo.

The pitch-black sky is studded with stars, and the silvery white light is sprinkled on the earth.

The river is dark and green, and from time to time you can see the dragon turning over, and the water lapping on both sides.

Wei Shuang sang and danced in the night, and wormwood smoke rose into the air.

Rumble!!

The water surface exploded, the wind suddenly rose, and the water curtain covered a radius of ten miles.

"Roar!!"

Two slender powder-horned white dragons leaped out of the water, and the yin wind blew the sacrifices into the sky.

Soon, the white dragon incarnated into two white-clothed women, the two women looked similar, their skin was like white jade, their eyes were like stars, one of their eyebrows had a red chrysanthemum pattern, and the other was a phoenix bird pattern.

The moment the two women appeared, the world seemed to become bright.

The noisy river wind, the roaring river, and the sound of falling leaves in the forest converge into a gorgeous movement.

The two gods stand in the clouds.

Wei Shuang knelt down and bowed, and said, "Ordinary people, meet the goddess of Xiangshui." ”

The woman with the red phoenix pattern on the left opened her mouth lightly: "Please get up, worship my body, and enter my door." Come here! ”

Wei Shuang cautiously flew over.

The woman's space point is on Wei Shuang's forehead.

Wei Shuang closed his eyes and sensed the information in his mind.

"This is the first chapter of the Yellow Emperor's dragon transformation technique, which can help you enter the realm of dining Xia, and come over on the fifteenth day of every month in the future to receive the dragon's blood."

"Yes." Wei Shuang smelled the voiceover and asked tentatively, "What do the two goddesses command?" ”

"I have an enemy named the Candle Snake, and this snake has stolen the fire of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Kingdom. Avoid startling the snake, you find an opportunity to seize the fire in the mouth of the candle snake, and then it is time for us to make a move, and after the success, you are the lord of the Republic of China and enjoy immortality. ”

"It's actually related to the Bright Candle Shrine."

Tang Ping understood not far away.

The fire of the candle snake was actually stolen from the Empress E, and the country of worry-free was originally known as the Republic of China, which was the land opened up by Emperor Shun for future generations.

The immortality of the Candle Serpent may have something to do with this heaven-sent land.

"Yes!!" Wei Shuang swore yes.

(End of chapter)