"The Ten-Step Killing Technique".

I thought it was a collection of weapons, but I didn't expect that this mortal secret book also has a meaning similar to magic.

Take the analogy of sword repair.

To practice this method, you need to hold a sword in your arms. Before repairing the weapon, you need to scratch yourself with the sword and soak it with the breath of your body.

Then, pinch your fingers together and recite the "Golden Phase and Jade Secret".

At the same time, pay attention to facing the east and sense the sword in your arms until you have a spiritual connection with the sword.

"I thought it was some kind of powerful trick, but it's okay."

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

No trick can escape this principle.

Cultivation of the weapon to the point where it looks like an arm, and combined with combat experience, the tricks will be the same regardless of whether they have it or not.

Tang Ping continued to study.

"Damn it, old man Gongsun is really a traitor."

The exercises are true, but there is a line of small words at the bottom.

"This method will return to its original position the next day. It needs to be practiced every day to maintain the sense of instrument."

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

"No wonder the swordsman and swordsman are lonely and lonely. From time to time, they kill their wives and forget their love. That's how it is."

It is extremely difficult to practice. If you practice this technique, you must not be distracted by other practices.

No wonder Old Man Gongsun simply sold himself a real secret book.

"It's a pity, I have a plan to sue you."

If 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-headed sword, looked at the blood-stained horizontal sword, and began to practice the ten-step killing technique.

"The divine weapon in the world, the innate Geng metal, transforms all spirits. God has a decree to make me psychic..."

Tang Ping’s loud mantra echoed in the void.

Three days later.

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

Inside the house.

Tang Ping exhaled a long breath of yin energy, and the black and white patterns disappeared.

Ten Steps to Kill (1/20)

Weighing the long knife, I felt a vague sense of familiarity.

Get out the door.

Morning.

The gray sun is rising, and the green fog at night has not yet dissipated.

Half a mile of mountain shadow blocks the light, the trees stand vertically, and the bottom is gray.

The tree trunk is wrapped with hair-sized blood vine seedlings, and five orchids are faintly visible among the branches.

One hundred ghost grasses were planted on the land under the tree.

There is also a frog patrolling attentively in the three-foot field. It imitates humans to walk on its hind legs. It holds a wooden sword the size of a little finger on its right front palm, with the four characters "Tomb Suppressing Sword" engraved on it.

Wearing a lotus leaf hat, walking back and forth in a decent manner.

"The little green pavilion is long!"

"Quack!"

"Eat."

Xiao Qing immediately dropped his sword and chewed black ghost rice with Tang Ping.

They are all ghosts, so naturally they don’t have to worry about digestion problems and just eat.

Tang Ping was holding a big bowl, and Xiao Qing was holding a small bowl. They squatted and ate with one frog and one person, and they didn't have the majesty of the Pavilion Marquis of Youdu and the Pavilion Chief of the Tomb Gate.

In this dangerous underworld, there is such a quiet pure land, Tang Ping's inner uneasiness about the unfamiliar environment disappeared a lot.

Of course, cultivation must continue.

The gray sky is covered with dark clouds.

On July 15th, the door of hell opens.

The blood moon shines extremely brightly, lighting up the sky blood red.

"The time is coming."

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

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

"Chief Xiaoqingting, you are here to guard!"

Tang Ping turned to Xiaoqing and said.

"Quick." Xiaoqing shook her head, her golden eyes showing a hint of fear.

"Can you go up?"

It’s not evil spirits or other physical constitutions, even with the help of the Yin Qi of Guimenguan,

"Guaguagua." Xiaoqing nodded.

"Okay."

The frog jumped on Tang Ping's shoulder.

The shade of the trees became tight, 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 asked that there are generally two types of ghost soldiers.

The most common method is recruitment, recruiting from lonely ghosts.

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

Tang Ping must not use this method because it is unsafe.

One is a ghost soldier refined by oneself, absolutely loyal.

Among mortal monks, they are also called protectors and Tao soldiers.

There are even fewer of these.

It is said that only the Tang God and a few ghost generals have this method.

There are definitely fire ghosts, water ghosts, and centipedes, and armored centipedes have centipede descendants.

It is too difficult to buy this kind of Taoist art from the ghost market. There is a high probability that it is a fake, and 10% of it is not genuine.

This method of building a force can be exposed.

Tang Ping is eyeing a ghost.

This ghost is the right-hand man of Black Wood Ghost, whose name is Papermaker.

I bought the paper man of Chang Dao Liu from this guy.

The paper craftsman’s paper man is a type of Taoist soldier.

When I came out this time, apart from exploring the Yangjian, the only thing left was to cause trouble for him.

Wow!

At this time, the wind was strong.

The sky is as red as blood, and deep in the clouds, there seems to be a mysterious world.

"Whoosh!"

"Woooooo!"

The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

Tang Shen took the lead.

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

Dozens of abyss-lurking dragons followed closely behind.

Then came the ghost generals and their followers.

There are various ghosts and monsters in all directions, hundreds of ghosts in total flying into the blood cloud.
To be continued...