I am the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 53 Opening a mansion and building teeth, the god of fighting dragons
mountain top.

The clouds were thick and the wind was howling.

Obviously it was broad daylight, and the sky was cloudy and sunny.

Blood clouds swirled in the air.

It seems that something is about to rush out.

hell.

Under the banyan tree.

Zhang Qi, Hei Fu, Chi Fu.

The three ghosts led fifty ghost soldiers and a hundred shrimps and crabs the size of a millstone. Although these shrimps and crabs did not take human form, they still had a lot of deterrent power at a glance.

Black fish are not brought here because they cannot live without water.

The frog shape does not seem to be deterrent, so it is not worn.

Upon closer inspection, there were actually a few treants inside.

After death, the tree man's body turns into a tree, but his essence is a different person, and his soul can still become a ghost.

The body of the ghost is illusory, while the body of the ghost is solid, with some human characteristics.

"Go up in a while, it is forbidden to talk to living people, anything. You can nod in response, but you can't talk."

"Yes."

"No matter how well they're doing, don't judge them."

"Yes!"

"Do not contact the family privately!"

"Yes!"

Although the ghosts didn't know the specific reason, but Tang Ping's prestige was here, so he nodded and agreed.

"That's good, just wait quietly."

Tang Ping has lived in this world for 90 years, and he has a little understanding of the situation where people and gods live together in this world, and witches and ghosts are indistinguishable.

The reason is that the underworld is too easy to deal with the yang.

There is no power restriction, so ghosts with a little strength can affect the yang world, like enjoying blood sacrifices, and there is no peace after death, interfering in the yang world's decision-making.

So Tang Ping forbids his subordinates to communicate with the world.

The first is to prevent them from talking too much, and they will not be honest when they die.The right to interpret Yangjian should be in the hands of the gods.

Second, it is also to make the difference between Yin and Yang, so that people in the Yang world don't know too much about the Yin world.

If ordinary people know that the underworld is good, they will "enjoy death" and think about suicide all day long.Knowing that the underworld is bad, you will "hate death" and suffer after death, so what is the use of hard work?

at this time.

A large vortex seemed to appear above the banyan tree, and a strong suction came from the vortex.

"go!"

Tang Ping conjured up his appearance, took the lead, and flew into the blood cloud.

Although the other ghost soldiers couldn't fly, they could faintly feel a force holding them up.

They no longer resisted, and their figures naturally lifted into the air.

The outside world, the top of Meishan Mountain.

The smoke of wormwood mixed with the blood cloud forms a psychedelic color under the sunlight.

At this time, there are many ghosts in the clouds.

The most conspicuous is the tall figure of Zhang Ba in the ghost shadow.

He has a ghostly face in black robes, with three eyes between his brows, a dragon standing on his feet, and a bronze dagger in his hand.

Behind him is Zhang Qi with a gray complexion and lifeless body, shrimp soldiers and crab generals with fish heads and shrimp heads, and more than 100 ghost soldiers and aquariums.

Some people saw their loved ones in it, nodding to each other.

The water flowing around the water moves, forming the state of a dragon.

The vegetation on the shore grows wildly.

"Youdu Tinghou! Sikong! Maohou has appeared!"

More than 3 people saw this miracle.

"The national festival is over!"

Excited, Xiong Man led the crowd to worship ghosts and gods.

"Shanhu!" Zhang Wulang said loudly on the altar.

"Long live!" Thousands of people shouted in unison.

"Mountain hoo!"

"Long live!"

"Mountain hoo!"

"Long live!"

Three bows and nine knocks.

Tang Ping stood in the sky with ghosts and gods, and watched more than 3 people bow down in unison, and his heart was full of pride.

The man should be so!

The slogan was his own.

Originally, they wanted to recite poems praising the gods, but few of these people were educated, and they couldn't write any gorgeous poems.

It is estimated that in the end it is just praising my clothes, appearance and so on.

There are so many people, and it will be messy when the time comes, and I don’t know if I think it is a vegetable market.

So Tang Ping thought of borrowing the etiquette of later generations.

Long live is not a curse, neither the kings of Yin Shang nor the kings of Shu lived long live.

Sure enough, the effect is good, there is such a sense of solemnity.

Five-color clouds, gods are sacrificed.

A dark force blessed Tang Ping.

In the underworld, the Yin soil soared by twenty feet, reaching 220 feet.

Other water areas and trees grow slightly.

At this moment, Gao Di Ce suddenly hangs in the air.

The ghosts and people around did not see this thing.

A large amount of moi smoke was absorbed by Di Ce.

"Are you going to advance?" Tang Ping was looking forward to it.

I have broken through to wandering gods, and now I am still the third-class underground master.

From Shahun to Wandering God, there are two realms in total, no matter what you do, you will be second-class.

The third-class underground lords are like mortal scholars, who have status but no position. They only have a house and a house, also known as a luxury society.

The ancestors worshiped at home and the ghost servants in the underworld are basically like this.

The second class is equivalent to entering a job, having the power to establish a government and establish a dental office, and having its own subordinates.This is the state society for official sacrifices.

Tang Ping calculated that the first-class underground master should be entrusted with the title, and the priesthood should be entrusted, so that the congregation god can build a mansion.

Of course, this is just an estimate.

After all, it is the first time to be a god, it is very likely that it is the first priesthood, and there is no experience.

After Gao Dice absorbed the things, he suddenly disappeared again.

"Ok?"

Tang Ping was surprised.

what's the problem?

There is no change to the panel either.

Could it be that his own strength is not enough?Or is Ming Qi not developed enough?

It is clear that he has perfected all the Three Dark Deeds.

And he also felt a mysterious change in Gao Dice.

Why is this?

It seems that the only conjecture is that the strength is not enough.

Soon, the sacrifice was over and all the ghosts disappeared.

The smoke cleared and the weather returned to fine weather.

The names of ghosts and gods are left on the altar on the mountain. If something happens in the future, you can call ghosts and gods for help.

"The gods have an order, the lord came up the mountain alone."

Zhang Wulang said again.

Xiong Man climbed the mountain alone.

The altar is on the top of the mountain, and he will go to the top of the mountain to pay his respects.

The climate in Meishan is cold, and there is often thick fog in the forest.

In addition to the plum grove, there is also the god ginger that is enshrined to the gods on the mountain.

There are many ghosts and shadows, and the yin is strong.

Suddenly, the thick fog cleared away, and the god stood in front of the altar.

The three eyes between the eyebrows are like the eyes of the emperor of heaven, as if they can see through everything.

Tang Ping was indeed looking at Xiong Man with his eyes.

"Foreigner, viviparous."

This person has powerful flame power. Compared with those gods who take bait to refine Qi, Xiong Man can directly swallow fire to become stronger, which shows how powerful he is.

The fortune of Chu State lies in this person.

"Greetings to God!"

"The next step is to be careful, don't expand blindly, and first find out the surrounding forces."

After the state of Chu built its city, it was no longer a wandering tribe.

There are many gods in the deep mountains and old forests, so it's better to be careful.

"Keep this in mind, now that the country is being founded, do the gods have any suggestions for the candidates for the five doctors?"

"The underworld doesn't care about the yang, you decide who you choose. The head of the house is in charge of state affairs, and he must convince others with virtue. He can choose the elders of the tribe to serve as doctors. As for the other doctors, they will be awarded according to their needs, and each will be a deacon."

Tang Ping just gave suggestions.

"As ordered."

Tang Ping disappeared.

Next, Xiong Man is still busy.

Tang Ping flew to the outside world.

By the way, looking at the surrounding terrain, the map left by Qiu Sheng still has no clues.

When he flew to a beach, he stopped suddenly.

The tidal flat water level is not deep, probably to the knees.

There are wooden houses on the tidal flats. The wooden houses are built on a kind of dwarf tree with many branches. The roof is covered with lotus leaves. If you don't look carefully, you can't really find it.

Most of the houses are tied with wooden boats and bamboo rafts.

There are about a few hundred households.

At this time, this alien tribe seemed to be conducting a sacrifice.

They stood on the bamboo raft, and there was a statue of a god carved in stone standing in the middle of the tidal flat.

The statue is more delicately carved, with a carp-like lower body, long hair and a shawl, young and handsome, with a few small scales on its face, and a pale python bone wrapped around its right hand.

"this is me?"

Tang Ping remembered that he once killed a giant python here and saved a little girl.

Do you think this is a miracle?

Tang Pingdun felt strange, did not expect that there were tap fans, so he went down to the jungle and listened carefully to what they were saying, they still spoke the Jingchu dialect, it seemed that they were a civilized tribe.

Maybe it can be absorbed into Chu State and add a force.

"Gods come down, clouds of five colors rise up, birds fly with people, and waves beat dragons... the god of fighting dragons, Fu Wei is the only one to eat!"

It seems to be praising himself.

"The God of Fighting Flood Dragons...!"

Everyone shouted reverently.

The corners of Tang Ping's mouth twitched, why do people in this world always take such strange names for gods.

Hitting Jiao... no, it has to be corrected.

Tang Ping manifested the body of Sikong Shui.

call!
The wind was furious, and black clouds struck.

(End of this chapter)