I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 16 Ghost origami, the body of the tree god (for further reading)
"Chase!"

Just in time to take down this monster.

Inside the forest, Tang Ping hid in the dark, covered by vegetation and spells.

Frogs are nimble and mysterious, and they are used as bait to seduce paper crafters.

After being in contact with the frog for so long, Tang Ping could probably guess the frog's heel.

There is no bloody plot of the downcast land lord meeting the young beast in the mythology.

Xiaoqing's real heel should be a kind of elf born naturally from heaven and earth.

In this place where every plant and every tree has a chance to become an elf, and even speak human language, the little frog is not too top-notch.

Medium.

Of course, the two brothers don't talk about each other, one is Sanzhang Tinghou, and the other is Sanfen (land) Tingzhang.

"Quack!"

Soon, the frog brought people in.

Behind them are a dozen paper man soldiers.

They overcame obstacles and broke barriers.

Frogs move around in the forest.

But now is not the time.

Tang Ping waited for a moment.

suddenly.

A paper man with heavy makeup enters the jungle.

It is now!

In an instant, it seemed that all the trees came to life.

The branches were like the minions of demons, and they lashed at the paper figurines fiercely. The vines on the ground, the weeds under their feet, and the fallen leaves blocked their sight.

Bang bang bang!
The paper figurines shattered.

Tang Ping pinched his fingers and pointed forward.

boom!
Five ghost fireballs in a row.

The green flame ignites the vegetation, and the place where the cold fire burns is completely rotten.

During the flight of the fireball, the method of covering the moon is also used to block it.

It is often discovered at the front.

It is also a ghost, Tang Ping's spell cultivation and types are much higher than that of the paper craftsman, plus the sneak attack from behind, it is almost sure.

The paper man is the enemy's Taoist soldiers, and in the dense forest, every plant and tree are his own soldiers and horses.

The paper craftsman had no idea that there were such powerful ghosts nearby.

boom!
Tang Ping vented the fireball, and the forest three feet ahead was a mess.

Plants and paper figurines turned into a pool of green water.

Tang Ping wore a strange mask on his face, like a god in the dark night.

Step by step into the place where the paper craftsman's soul is lost.

At this time, a paper man the size of a palm flew from the side.

The paper figurine rose against the wind, and a sharp sword slashed Tang Ping's throat.

The whole process does not exceed two breaths.

With a sneering smile on the corner of Tang Ping's mouth, he transformed into a ghost knife. The blade was infused with spiritual power, and jet-black fire floated out.

The long knife drew a strange angle in the void.

Ten steps to kill.

The trick arrived before the paper craftsman, and the paper figurine was split in the middle by a long knife.

click...

Black fire burns it to ashes.

"You..." The paper craftsman couldn't believe it, he didn't even know who killed him, and died full of regret.

"Why do you treat me as the master Dharma eye?"

Tang Ping took off his mask, looked at a pool of ashes and smiled.

With such a large amount of white essence nearby, a blind person can know it.

Just wanted to try out a new trick.

The frog hopped on his shoulder with a smug look on his face.

"Good job, extra dinner tonight."

"Quack quack."

After a lot of searching, Tang Ping finally found the storage bag among the ruins.

Fortunately there was no damage.

"Yes! Yes!"

Under the induction, Tang Ping finally found a bamboo slip made of strange wood among a pile of sundries.

Wrote the book "Ghost Origami".

Seeing this method, Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, as I expected, the exercises were carried with me.

You may not bring it at other times, but it is impossible not to bring your own belongings when the gate of hell is closed every year.

The Shahun is different from the wandering god above.

The wandering god can stay in the yang world, so the ghost gate is not too important to the wandering god.

Shahun can only come out once a year at this time. In order to prevent his hometown from being ransacked by others, he usually brings important things with him.

Tang Ping himself did the same.

"Let's go back."

Fighting was still going on elsewhere, but he didn't bother to get involved.

Now that there are Taoist Art of War, there are also other long-range and short-range spells.

None of them have reached the full level, so they can practice with peace of mind, and it will not be too late to wait until the full level is stronger.

Tang Ping dived into the soil.

Pass through the blood cloud, circle around and return to the banyan tree.

There are no ghosts lurking around, safe!
As time passed, the ghosts flew back one by one.

After tonight, there will probably be more nameless ghosts in the underworld.

The fighting in the underworld is fierce, and the number should have decreased, but there are also many ghosts imported from the world.

But that's fine too.

The number of ghosts increased, and he himself became an old ghost, and he would not be suspected of being born again in the future.

Under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping opened the panel.

Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis

Boundary: The third class of the underground master, evil soul

Lifespan: 70 years.

Ming deed: Maohou tree deed.Mau Lease.

Supernatural powers: [Maoqi·Qingmu Dagang Method]: Wood Control Method (150/1000) (Dacheng), Yimu Moon Covering Curse. [Maotuqi · Snake Mantra]: Underground Lord Dharma Eye (91/1500).

聚阴术（101/1500）（圆满）鬼火术（1/1500)（圆满）十步杀人术（1/20)
Except for the method of covering the moon, nothing else has been completed.

This time Tang Ping planned to be completely silent.

Pull all the exercises to the full level.

He has a warning panel, and he only needs to practice to become stronger.

Plus five orchids, one hundred ghost grasses, and fifty blood vines.

Youlan takes tears, one drop per month, one drop of Baiwen.The Ghost Spirit Grass is thirty cents a root, grows in January, and matures in two or three months.A bottle of blood from blood vines costs twenty coins.

The monthly net income can reach more than [-].

There is no need to worry about cultivation materials.

Ordinary shady soil cannot withstand Tang Ping's creation like this, but he is the master of the underground, adjusting the atmosphere of the earth anytime and anywhere to make the land reach its peak state.

The paper craftsman has more than 1 deposits, which is enough for a few years of retreat.

……

Spring to autumn.

the first year.

The orchid and the blood vine grow up, and the expenses are balanced.

Ten-step killing technique, the ghost fire technique is full, instant, and the killing distance is twenty feet.

This is where the power of the proficiency ability lies.

Ordinary people who practice spells can be called "learned" at most, and those with rich combat experience are called proficient at most.

Tang Ping, on the other hand, can directly fill it up, reaching the same understanding of spells as the founder.

With the same spell, Tang Ping's power is far greater than that of others.

There is no progress in the two techniques, and more time is spared.

the second year.

The wood control method is perfect, the ghost origami is a great success, and the underground master's eye is a small success.

The third year.

There is no way to achieve perfection in polyyin technique.

fourth year.

Origami and wood control techniques are perfect and impenetrable, and the master's eye of the underground has achieved great success.

The lifespan reaches 20 years.

During the period, except for trading supplies and going to Yangjian to give advice to Zhang's boy, he didn't go out to wander around.

Tang God retreated after the battle of Guimenguan four years ago.

……

At night, the blood moon is in the sky.

The moonlight shines on the earth.

In the deep and dense forest, half a mile of banyan trees thrive.

"Quack quack..."

The frogs under the tree screamed, with a hint of panic in their voices.

I saw a nine-foot-long man under the tree.

The skin is brown banyan wood, with rings of growth rings, in the shape of armor, and the feet are tree roots, spreading more than ten meters.

Wooden face, black eyes, no hair on the head, only two antelope horns.

"Don't be afraid."

The tree armor and wood grain on his body turned into green light and dispersed, revealing Tang Ping's original appearance.

This is the state of complete cultivation of Maohou Shu's Ming Qi Gongfa. Every Ming Qi practice has a corresponding state of gods when it is perfect and impossible to advance. Tang Ping only knows it now.

This state is called the body of the tree god.

(End of this chapter)