I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 14 Three Zhangs of Yin Soil, You Can Conquer a Country

"Ten Steps to Kill".

I thought it was a encyclopedia of weapons, but I didn't expect this mortal's cheat book to have a meaning similar to magic.

Take Xiujian as an example.

To practice this method, you need to embrace the sword. Before repairing the weapon, you need to use the sword to cut yourself and get the breath on your body.

Then pinch your fingers and recite the Jinxiangyu Jue.

At the same time, pay attention to facing the east and sensing the sword in your arms until you have the effect of telepathy with the sword.

"I thought it was some powerful move, but that's fine."

Think about it too, the so-called tricks are nothing more than the most labor-saving and efficient fighting techniques.

No trick can escape this principle.

It doesn't matter if you cultivate the artifact to the point where it is like an arm, and then match it with combat experience.

Tang Ping continued to study.

"Damn it, it's true that there is no business and no adultery, this old man Gongsun."

The exercises are not fake, but there is a line of small words underneath.

"This method will return to the standard the next day, and it needs to be practiced every day to maintain the sense of the device."

In other words, there is no accumulation, and every day is a new start.

"It's no wonder that some swordsmen and swordsmen are withdrawn, and sometimes kill their wives to forget their feelings. It turns out that's the case."

It is extremely difficult to practice, if you practice this technique, you must not be distracted by other cultivation techniques.

No wonder the old man Gongsun sold himself a real cheat so simply.

"Unfortunately, I have a warning plan."

The proficiency is fixed, doesn't it mean that the proficiency of the ten-step killing technique can be fixed?

Tang Ping took out the ghost knife, looked at the blood-stained horizontal knife, and began to practice the ten-step killing technique.

"The world's magical soldiers, congenital Gengjin, can universally transform all spirits, God has an order to make me psychic..."

The sound of Tang Ping's incantation echoed in the void.

Three days later.

After several days of hard exploration, Tang Ping finally mastered this technique.

inside the house.

Tang Ping let out a long breath of Yin Qi, and the black and white magic lines disappeared.

Ten steps to kill (1/20)

He weighed the long knife, feeling faintly familiar.

Get out the door.

morning.

The gray sun is rising, and the green mist of the night has not yet dissipated.

Half a mile of mountain shade blocks the light, the roots of the trees hang down, and the ground is gray.

Hair-sized blood vine seedlings are wrapped around the trunk, and five orchids can be seen faintly among the branches.

One hundred ghost spirit grasses are planted in the land under the tree.

There is also a frog patrolling the three-zhang field intently, imitating humans to walk on its hind legs, and holding a wooden sword the size of a little finger in its right forefoot, engraved with the words "Sword of Tomb Town".

Wearing a lotus leaf hat, walking back and forth decently.

"Little Green Pavilion Chief!"

"Cuck!"

"Have a meal."

Xiao Qing immediately dropped the sword, and Tang Ping ate black ghost rice dryly.

It's all ghosts, so naturally don't worry about digestion problems, just eat it.

Tang Ping was holding the big bowl, and Xiao Qing was holding the small bowl, and each of them squatted down to eat, without any prestige of Youdu Tinghou and Tomb Gate Tingzhang.

In this dangerous underworld, there is such a quiet and pure land, and Tang Ping's anxiety about the strange environment has disappeared a lot.

Of course, the cultivation still has to continue.

The gray sky was clouded with black clouds.

On July [-]th, the gate of hell is closed.

The blood moon was so bright that it turned the sky blood red.

"The time is coming."

Tang Ping thought to himself, he opened the storage bag.

"Five knives, eight sets of armor, wound medicine, ghost rice, two bottles of blood, ghost head knife... that's enough."

"Little Green Pavilion Chief, you are guarding here!"

Tang Ping turned to Xiaoqing and said.

"Quack." Xiaoqing shook her head, her golden eyes showed a trace of fear.

"Can you go up?"

It's not evil spirits or other constitutions, even with the help of Yin Qi from the gate of hell, it is difficult to withstand the wind in the world.

"Quack quack." Xiaoqing nodded.

"Row."

The frog jumped onto Tang Ping's shoulder.

The shade of the trees became tighter, blocking the parasitic orchids on the branches, and weeds grew on the ground, blocking the ghost grass.

"It's a pity that there are no ghost soldiers."

Tang Ping once inquired that there are generally two types of ghost soldiers.

The most common is recruitment, recruiting from lonely ghosts.

The quality is uneven, and it is easy to betray; there are also some ghosts who use secret methods to make ghosts obey, but they are also a minority.

This kind of unsafe, Tang Ping absolutely can't use this method.

One is the ghost soldiers refined by oneself, absolutely loyal.

Among the mortal monks, they are also called Dharma protectors and Taoist soldiers.

This is even less.

It is said that only the god of the pond, and a few ghosts will have this method.

There are definitely fire ghosts, water ghosts, and centipedes, and iron-clad centipedes have centipede descendants.

It is too difficult to buy this kind of Daobing method from the ghost market. There is a high probability that it is a fake product, and there is no genuine product in ten to ten.

An Neng exposed this method of building forces.

Tang Ping stared at a ghost.

This ghost is the right-hand man of Heimu Ghost, known as Paper Craftsman.

The paper figurine of Chang Dao Liu was bought from this guy.

The paper figurines of paper craftsmen are considered a kind of Taoist soldiers.

When I came out this time, apart from exploring the sun, the rest was to trouble him.

Whoa!
At this time, there was a strong wind.

The sky is as red as blood, and deep in the clouds, it seems to communicate with a mysterious world.

"Hoohoo!"

"Woooooo!"

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves resounded between heaven and earth.

Tang Shen took the lead.

The green fish with bronze wings flew into the blood cloud.

Dozens of abyssal pythons followed closely behind.

Then came the ghost generals and their entourage.

There are miscellaneous ghosts in all directions, hundreds of ghosts flying to the blood cloud.

Tang Ping waited for a moment, covering his figure with the method of covering the moon, with a strange mask on his face.

The mask has a green horn on its forehead, an indigo ghost face, and a bright red tongue drawn in paint.

This is a ghost face, made by myself.

Whoa!
Tang Ping specially chose a relatively marginal place near the Heimu ghost camp.

Whoa!
Break out of the blood cloud.

Tang Ping emerged from the soil.

This is a wild forest.

"The familiar world."

Tang Ping sighed.

Then look at the world with ghost eyes.

Ghosts can't see the soil, but they can see the wind.

I saw him in the mist, this mist should be the Yin Qi of the underworld, protecting the soul and body from harm.

Outside the range of the mist is a blue wall, the wall is tens of thousands of feet high, and it is composed of countless small, constantly rotating dots.

In some places the color is thinner, in some places it is darker, the darker the color, the stronger the power.

The color is not fixed, it will be lighter here and darker there.

The momentum was so loud that the frog covered his eyes in fright.

It's windy?
As the scope of Yin Qi expanded, Tang Ping had to see the whole world.

The iconic landforms in the underworld do not correspond to those in the yang world. It seems that the two realms are different.

There is also a mortal city not far away.

There is a high platform in the center of the city.

The high platform is covered with white banners, dressed in red and wearing ghost masks, priests sing ancient songs, and all kinds of blood food and a piece of jade are enshrined on the platform.

clang!
The bronze bell rang, and the God of Tang stepped forward to feast on the boiled human heads, dried human flesh and living human beings.

Priests are singing, sacrifices are crying, ghosts and gods are laughing.

The world is so scary.

The countries were enfeoffed, and the suzerain country was Dayi merchants.

Dayi merchants paid more attention to sacrifices to ghosts and gods. This is an official etiquette. I don’t know how many slaves are killed every year. If there are not enough slaves, they go to war or use Chinese people.

Seeing this, Tang Ping put away his smile and turned serious.

In addition to the city, there are more or less sacrifices in the homes of the Qing clan's scholar-bureaucrats.

Small families use cattle, sheep and pigs, and large families use slaves or common people. Villages with no money and no lord can only choose people by lottery.

It was brutal, it was bloody.

This is the hell on earth.

Tang Ping had an urge to change the world.

But not now, I don't even have the power in Yangjian, how can I talk about change?

If you stand up at this time, you won't be able to respond to everyone, and you can only end up being eaten by a hundred ghosts.

Now I can only endure, lurk, and develop.

With this as the goal, practice with great concentration, step by step, one year is not enough for ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years.

Thirty feet of cloudy soil can lead to a country.

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The west.

An old man with a strange appearance fled in embarrassment with his clansmen. The direction of the chariot was Qishan Zhouyuan, and they wanted to move their clan here.

He looked at the clansman who was devoured by the ghost warrior behind him, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

"Jian Shang... Jian Shang..."

(End of this chapter)