I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 29 The God of Fucking Snakes, Old People Forget
In the country of tree people, there are long-bodied tree people, admiring vermilion, hair like willow, blue eyes and red skin.It feeds on the wine pulp in the belly of the narcissus tree. It has an agile body and a monkey-like cry.

Treants are generally tall, with a minimum of nine feet.

Narcissus trees contain natural wine, most of which are cut down by humans, so the Shuren Kingdom perished very quickly.

It is usually seen in deep mountains and old forests. Because of its sound like an ape, it is also regarded as a mandrill, the god of the mountains.

As early as a few years ago, Tang Ping had a faint feeling that there were other strangers, so he asked Zhang Qi to pay more attention.

It took three years to find it.

Tang Ping searched along the route on the map.

Wherever there is a trace, it will not be missed.

Lush vegetation, damp and dark.

Climbing up to Wuming Mountain, there is a virgin forest in front of you, and the smallest tree has two people hugging each other.

In front of the woods is a stream.

There are bursts of green mist in the forest.

At this time, Tang Ping faintly heard the sound of singing in a low voice.

It seemed to be within the mist, but when I looked over, I didn't find anything.

Could it be...

Open your eyes and take a closer look.

Sure enough, it was some kind of illusion, and the arrangement of trees in the forest faintly formed an illusion.

Whoa!
Tang Ping walked through the illusion, and saw more than 100 figures in front of him.

These people are very thin and very long.

The skin is fiery red and the hair is wicker.

"People, viviparous!"

Clothed in leaves, he was standing in front of a deep hole with a diameter of three feet.

Some of them were semi-arborized, with red skin fading to gray-brown bark.

The aging of tree people is arborization, and in about 100 years, most of the people here have already been arborization.

At this time, they carried a tree man.

Push it directly into the black pit.

A blue light suddenly lit up at the bottom of the black pit, and a blue pillar of fire spewed out.

Seeing that person was about to be reduced to ashes.

Swish!
A vine flew not far away, and at the critical moment, it was rescued.

The treants yelled, startled and angry.

They turned their heads to look over.

I saw a person in front of me.

It is nearly ten feet tall, with antelope horns growing on its head, its body surface is wooden, and the lower part is a tree root.

The moment this person appeared, the plants bowed their heads and the vines gave way.

Not only that, streams of wood qi floated out, turning into a blue python wrapped around the strange man.

"Ahhh!!"

Someone couldn't help it anymore, and threw a spear at Tang Ping.

boom!
I saw the branches of the big tree beside Tang Ping hanging down, and the spear was deeply embedded in it.

Seeing this, the tree people immediately lost the courage to resist. They knelt down and kowtowed with a hint of piety in their expressions, speaking in an incomprehensible language.

Tang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

This should be regarded as a god.

Most of the surrounding trees were transformed by dead treants, and they were also the ancestors of treants.

Now the ancestors are protecting him, and with such miraculous abilities, what is it if he is not a god?
It was impossible for Tang Ping to pretend not to understand the language at this time, so he could only pretend to be mysterious, nodded slightly, looked down at the crowd, and then when the old tree man in the lead looked over, he made a gesture of emptiness with his right hand.

The tree people understood the gestures and all stood up.

The old tree man stepped forward cautiously, and mumbled a few more words.

Tang Ping shook his head slightly.

The old tree man looked terrified, then turned his head and murmured a few words.

The crowd behind them parted.

Launch a woman.

Her hair was green, her facial features were beautiful, and her ruby-like skin added an exotic charm.

Tang Ping shook his head again, probably able to guess what they meant.

Just want to enshrine the woman to himself.

He didn't have that kind of interest, so naturally he refused.

Originally, I wanted to ask what the flashing blue fire was, but I gave up because the communication was not smooth.

Seeing that it was almost daytime, the yin energy gradually dissipated, and the mountain-like blue wind of the sun not far away slowly moved forward.

If you fall here, you will have to be out of your wits.

Tang Ping spread his hands, and the wood energy condensed into a piece of bark, which was painted with the phoenix pattern of the Xiong clan and the turbine pattern representing the gods of the underworld.

The totem of Shenhou has the meaning of reincarnation. It is estimated that these guys came up with it when they saw the black and white magic lines on their faces.

Truly a talent.

Now the tribe has a special historian who records tribal priests and soldiers, as well as trifles of gods and spirits.

All kinds of oils and vinegars are added, and one day I see a strange scene, any day, red clouds, comets, and mirages can be counted on my own head.

But that's fine too.

The totem slowly fell in front of the old tree man.

The old tree man looked pious, and carefully held it up with both hands for the tribe to see.

Everyone cheered, and then kowtowed to Tang Ping, chanting the same sentence in their mouths.

Should it be his god name?

Tang Ping did not shake his head this time, but nodded slightly, pointing in the direction of the Xiong clan, and then disappeared. After a certain distance, he sneaked into the soil and went to the underworld.

"The God of Fucking Snakes! The God of Fucking Snakes!"

This title is what the survivors of the tree people said.

Tang Ping doesn't know now, and no matter how speechless he is in the future, he has to accept this fact.

At least the word this world is still good.

……

Go back to Sikong Palace in the underworld.

Tang Ping rested for a while, thinking about gains and losses.

I won't be going there under the banyan tree for the time being. If you make a big deal, you can't care about one city or one place.

Now that I am slowly becoming stronger and have sufficient resources, I can still become stronger by working hard behind closed doors. Why take risks?

In addition, the world has also filled some flaws today.

Except for a dozen descendants of Zhu Rong who are born with supernatural powers, the rest of the Xiong clan can only be called strong.

All nobles in the world have one or two unique skills, or they have secret techniques passed down from their ancestors.

The tree people can just fill in the gap of extraordinary power.

In this way, the final puzzle of the rise of the tribe is also completed.

At the same time, tree people can sacrifice to the banyan tree god alone, so that the banyan tree and the shade soil can also grow at the same time.

The next few years will be military training, going down the mountain from time to time to harass and engage in small-scale battles.

Don't be afraid if it attracts others into the mountains to encircle and suppress, just use the geographical advantage to weaken the opponent.

The reason why the savages have been banned repeatedly and interspersed in the gaps between the major forces is nothing more than geographical constraints.

All in all, Tang Ping is not in a hurry to get through the storm and reveal it slowly in the future.

A new contract has been concluded. As the contract improves, the lifespan is estimated to increase.

"Time will take away everything. Pond gods, Heimu ghosts, and even Jingguo and Dayi merchants. It's all a passing cloud... Oh yes... Little Green Pavilion Chief, have you fed the fish yet?"

"Quack." Xiaoqing jumped in front of Tang Ping, spun around several times, and nodded.

"So nice."

Spring to autumn.

Most of the fish, shrimps and crabs in the pool died of old age, and there were new additions, and a very small number of them surpassed the sky and became half the size of a human, especially the three big black fish, which are now about eight feet long.

"Tang Ping is dead?"

In the Heishui residence, Cui Yue was dressed in iron armor and full of heroic spirit.

At this time, she has become the general of a thousand ghost soldiers, and her temperament is a little more majestic.

Cui Yue smiled lightly, as she had expected, and besides sighing, there was also a trace of regret for loving talent.

As expected, the underworld is sinister, and he has struggled for decades to get the current treatment.

The result of not striving is to be gradually eliminated.

The group of old friends in the market back then, except for those who took refuge in themselves, were basically all dead.

The steward who I used to look up to has now turned into looking up to myself.

"Report! Heimu Ghost is defeated! He is fleeing in our direction, and Lord Centipede is chasing after him!"

"Little ones, follow me to stop this ghost! This is the moment to make meritorious service!"

……

The nameless old mountain.

Old man Gongsun also heard the news.

"Dead? It's a pity."

After all, the dead are the past, except for Zuo Zongzi, who felt a little bit uncomfortable about losing money, the others also sighed with emotion, and then left it behind, forgetting it with the passage of time.

　Thank you Zhibo for your big reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)