I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 41 Maotu Yincheng, a man of miscellaneous feathers (for further reading)

"Wu Zhi, Wu Lan, and Wu Yu, the patriarch of the Wu clan..."

"Yu Renqing, refining Qi."

"The feathered deer, the feathered mermaid, the feathered tiger, and the Zongmu Dawu. Four eat energy."

(I made a mistake before. The practice of living people is: taking bait, eating qi, and refining qi. It corresponds to Shahun, Wandering God, and Night Tour Day Tour. Taking bait corresponds to Shahun, and eating Qi corresponds to Wandering God.)
Zhang Qi took the notebook handed over by Tang Ping, and he wrote down each other's name and strength on it with a brush.

"Shenhou, are we going to take revenge now?" Zhang Qi asked.

"Then it's not good to specify, first plant the land."

Tang Ping pointed to the 56 feet of cloudy soil around him.

"Plant at least a hundred more plants here."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

In eight years, the total number of places for cutting grass has increased to three, and now one is used and there are two left.

The shade area is centered on the banyan tree and radiates outwards with a total width of 56 feet.

That is, a circle with a diameter of 160 meters, if converted into an area, it is more than 30 mu.

Spiritual things need a lot of yin energy, and the planting interval needs to be separated by a long distance.

"follow me."

Tang Ping flew to the shade of the banyan tree, followed by Zhang Qi.

I saw orchids growing intricately in the shade of the trees, and in the middle of the flowers was a tearful eye.

"There are twenty plants in total. One plant will shed one drop of Orchid Dew every month. There are twenty drops in total. Based on one drop of Baiwen, you can earn two thousand a month, minus the two-month recovery period. Twenty thousand a year."

In the past few years, Tang Ping has also grown ten seeds.

Then the two flew under the tree.

Twenty black sunflower-like things are evenly distributed around the banyan tree.

"Sunflowers are ripened once a year, one hundred seeds at a time, and one child is [-] cents. The annual income can reach [-] yuan. Be careful when picking, or the small seeds will be sprayed out and hurt."

The difference between spiritual things and ordinary plants is that they have a little more biological nature.

Youlan's illusion eyes, and the sunflower's stress shot are all manifestations of spiritual beings.

Coupled with the harsh planting requirements, only a few people have always been able to plant.

As a commonly used training resource for wandering gods, the price has remained high.

"Spirit! Quiet!"

Tang Ping shouted.

Twelve ghost soldiers sprang out from not far away, these are the ghost soldiers found in the past few years.

"You all know this guy. From now on, he will be Maotu Yincheng, in charge of the affairs of the territory."

"Meet Tu Cheng!"

Fifteen ghost soldiers knelt on one knee.

"Everyone, please get up!"

"Many ghost soldiers may be born in a few days, please pay attention to find them."

"Yes!"

Tang Ping returned to the underwater palace to practice.

Zhang ordered all the soldiers and horses to fight out under the leadership of Zhang Cong.

The Chinese like to use chariots, and the barbarians like to ride horses.

Riding is more flexible.

Nine hundred infantry and one hundred cavalry rushed into the iron wall surrounded by each other desperately.

In front of the formation, there were tall aliens blocking the formation, and there were still a few feathered people in the sky.

As soon as the soldiers came into contact, Mrs. Zhang suffered heavy casualties.

"kill!!"

Zhang Cong took the lead, charged into the enemy camp with a long knife and fire.

Once approached, even facing the charge, the chariot looks very cumbersome.

Soon, the camp was torn apart.

Zhang Cong rushed out with all his men and horses.

On the other side, there is also a big battle in the jungle.

After two days and two nights of fleeing and fighting.

In the end, the Wu clan won the victory, and the Zhang and Xiong clans abandoned their clan lands and moved to a more barbaric area along the lower reaches of the Dan River.

It's not worthwhile to chase any more.

Now that tens of thousands of acres of fertile land are in hand, there are thousands of slaves and captives, which is enough for them to eat.

It is too difficult to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, and it is even more dangerous to chase out the core range of one's own power.

Downstream of Danshui, the current is more turbulent here, and many dragons are even seen in the water, and if they are not careful, they will be dragged into the water.

At this time, a team of thousands of people came to station here.

In front of the march was a middle-aged man riding a tiger, and next to the middle-aged man was Zhang Cong from the Zhang family.

"Little brother, the conditions here are difficult, don't mind." The bloodstained knife on Xiong Ying's face witnessed the fierce battle he had experienced, and he wiped the sword while speaking.

The two tribes lost a quarter of their men, and two quarters of their wildlings were taken prisoner, and now these are the only people left.

"Brother, you are joking, I am not a delicate person, besides..." Zhang Cong looked around, "This place has beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is a good time for us to develop."

"Haha, yes!"

After that, everyone started a new construction.

The Xiong family lived in the lower reaches of the Danshui River.

The Zhang family was stationed on a hill covered with plum blossoms, also known as Meishan.

Zhang Cong calmed down and made a decision against his ancestors.

"From now on, the Zhang family will have no land, so they will merge with the Xiong family. The members of the Zhang family will devote themselves to practicing the law and take the bait to live forever."

The two cannot be divided.

Even if they are like a family now, future generations may not be so.

After Zhu Rong, Xiong was born with supernatural power and leadership qualities.

People from the Zhang family can't learn this.

It's better to concentrate on studying the divine channel method.

Having a large number of people is important, but what really determines the victory is the combat power of the upper echelon.

……

sun room.

After several days of searching, 22 ghost soldiers were successfully found.

"It is estimated that there are not many."

Tang Ping said to Mao Tu Cheng Zhang Qi.

Excluding those who died naturally, those whose corpses were thrown into the wilderness, and those whose heads were beheaded for sacrifice, there were not many truly complete ghost soldiers left.

"Including the original total of 32, Weichen feels a little small."

"Don't worry, people are mortal, don't compare speed, compare time."

Practice slowly, occupying the entire space step by step.

In the process, kill all who stand in your way.

Tang Ping generally doesn't cause trouble, but if someone really makes him feel dangerous, he doesn't mind killing the danger ahead of time.

Go back to the underwater palace.

The frog has grown to the size of a human head in the past eight years, and has awakened part of its supernatural powers to control water.

It is estimated that I ate too much shrimp.

Leading fifty aquariums, he has the demeanor of a general, but currently he is playing with salted fish.

"Quack, quack," said the frog.

"You want to take down the surrounding mangroves? Why?"

"Let the Shui tribe guard it? Okay, within a mile radius, you can take it down as much as you want."

The mangroves are rich in plants and insects. This pool is a bit too crowded. It can be used to pickle salted fish in the future.

After arranging everything, Tang Ping went back under the banyan tree, took out the jade bottle, opened it, and let out a blue fire.

The earth python stepped forward to absorb it, and spit out the evil spirit of Huangquan.

Then Tang Ping took a deep breath, and operated the secret method of eating evil spirits of the sun, mixing Yin Qi and evil Qi, and slowly bringing them into the body.

Yangjian Blue Fire Cave's evil energy is almost used up, and it is estimated that it can only support itself to one-tenth of the progress.

The rest of the evil spirit needs to be found by oneself, so that the earth python can swallow it.

Fortunately, there are no restrictions on the type and quality. As long as it is evil spirit, the earth python can absorb it, the difference is only the amount.

Under the tree, the wooden house.

Tang Ping meditated and practiced, and there was a faint yellow layer on his body.

Except for going to the ghost market to find that dying old man to buy things, the rest are basically practice.

Occasionally find centipedes to trade supplies, and chat with mandrills.

The bench must sit cold for ten years.

Practice is boring, but also interesting.

Another half year later.

Tang Ping went to Xiong's new home on July [-]th.

At night, he entrusted Xiong with a dream.

"The Wu family responded to the monarch's conquest of Huaiyi. You must take this opportunity to take root, build high walls, and accumulate food widely."

At the same time, Tang Ping will only keep the [-]th day of July for this year's sacrifice.

"As ordered!"

Greenwood Ridge.

The green trees are shady, and the old apes are playing in the forest.

In a sea of ​​blue flowers, there are stone tables and chairs, the old and the young are enjoying the moon and drinking.

It was Tang Ping and the old mandrill.

"This old man has an unqualified withered bones here, which are formed from the condensed corpses of a century old. If you don't dislike it, you can use this thing."

"Of course I don't dislike it. It's good to have evil spirits. How dare you ask for anything else."

Tang Ping laughed.

At this time, the sky was very windy.

A figure flew from the void.

With a wingspan of one foot, white feathers mixed with a trace of black stripes, this is a mottled feathered man.

This person has strange facial features, vertical pupils, and a pair of antlers on his head.

Behind Xiangyun are two people dressed as wizards in white mourning clothes.

Feather deer?
Yurenlu was also observing them.

The wizard next to him whispered something in his ear.

"It's all here, that's easy to handle. For the great cause of conquering barbarians, everyone has to volunteer to help. How about this, half of the harvest of the two of you will be handed over in the future as the cost of reinforcements."

(End of this chapter)