Underground owner: Tang Ping

Category: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: Third level underground master, late evil soul

Lifespan: one hundred and seventy years.

Underworld deed:Maohou tree deed.Maotu deed.Yuanshui Sikong deed

Supernatural powers: [Yuanshui Sikongqi·Northern Xuantian Curse]: Water Control Technique (542/2000) (Small Success), Continuing Yin Gathering Technique (104/3500) (Perfect), Secret Technique of Burying Fish, Shrimp and Crabs (14/200) (

Perfection)…………

When the realm breaks through to the late evil soul stage, the life span will be increased by twenty years.

In the supernatural power column, apart from the fact that it has been completely perfected and cannot be cultivated, there are only these three left.

Among them, the secret method of burying fish, shrimps and crabs is the only newly learned spell, and it is also a small spell. It requires resources, not techniques.

Tang Ping stood up, walked out of the underwater palace, and looked at the water above his head.

There are earth balls floating in the water. The earth balls are large and small, and the aquarium is wrapped inside.

This is the fish, shrimp and crab method.

Bury aquatic and spiritual objects into it, put a spell on it, recite the spell every ten days, and add a little elixir.

In this way, you can quickly train aquatic minions.

At the same time, the talisman allows you to control the life of the aquarium.

Coupled with the dragon scale armor, he is the master of the aquatic tribe in this water area.

"As the number of Taoist soldiers increases, this thirty-foot-deep water pool cannot accommodate it. It is time to expand outside."

Tang Ping thinks about the next strategy.

Nowadays, there are more than 10,000 people in the Xiong tribe. Because they are not nobles, and they are not strong enough to perform four rituals a year, they still offer one sacrifice a year.

"There are currently three underworld contracts, and all three need to be developed so that tribes can worship separately."

The three underworld deeds are: Mao Tinghou, Yuanshui Sikong, and Maoshu Hou.

Those who farm worship Tinghou, those who fishermen worship Sikong, and those who hunt and tree people worship Shuhou.

This is probably the current configuration.

In other words, the Xiong tribe sacrifices three sacrifices once a year.

But this is not considered extravagance.

Since awakening the underground master's Dharma Eye, Tang Ping only needs to absorb the essence of the sacrifices. There is no extravagance and waste, and the people in the world are equivalent to extra meals.

"Are there any connections between the three?"

All gods are one, or are all gods one?

Tang Ping was thinking.

He is not like ordinary gods who only have one or two positions, but have infinite possibilities.

Don't just limit your name to a tree, a piece of land, or a body of water.

Now he is only a third-class underground owner, with only a few tens of feet of power.

The second class has the right to build a house and build teeth. Can he be understood as a subordinate god? He has his own subordinate god and controls the world on his behalf.

So Maohou is himself now, Sikong is himself, and in the future he may be another follower.

What is your name?

We will definitely be able to develop even more in the future, but before that, we must consider the system.

"Then just call me the underground master."

Underground master is a vague term. It has no definite priesthood and can be used forever.

At the same time, the three underworld contracts must be independent.

Try to give people the feeling that they are not the same person, just because the form can be changed after the meditation is completed.

The pavilion has three eyes, and the tree has a wooden body. Sikong doesn’t know it yet, but it can be wrapped with water.

From now on, we should try our best not to have direct contact with God.

Vaguely.

God is unknowable and unfathomable.

A few days later, July 15th.

Pass through the red clouds and arrive at the dark night world.

Far away, under the dark sky, there was a faint flickering light of Dharma, and the sound of explosions appeared from time to time.

These are two forces at war.

The Wu family in Jiangkou was a senior official in the Jing Kingdom, and lived in Jiangkou. He was in charge of fishing and forest affairs for the king, and held the position of baron, which was a high and powerful position.

When someone in the imperial court becomes an official, the clan leader inherits the title.

The Dharma Eyes are opened.

There are two largest essences in the sky, one is red blood and the other is white clouds.

There are feathers on the abdomen and two wings on the back. The feathered man, walking flat on the blue clouds, fights with a bronze fish.

The wandering ghost will fight other feathered generals.

The fur colors of other Yumen are different, most of them are mottled, some have bird heads, some have fish heads.

It seems that there are many ghosts among Yuren.

Below is a battle between ghosts, spirits, and strangers.

Or standing on trees, water, or in the air.

The dojo is fully open, and ordinary ghosts are also participating in the battle.

The fighting location is in the wild area agreed upon by both parties.

A steady rain of blood fell from the sky.

Especially today, when the Yin Qi is strong, it is a battle involving tens of thousands of people.

What does Tang Ping think? Naturally, he sits and watches.

Let others take the so-called opportunities and risks, and you will never participate.

He came to the bank of Danshui deep in the mountains.

At this time, the altar is ready.

One hundred armored warriors, one hundred archers, eight hundred soldiers, and thirty tree men.

A storm raged above the altar.

The three-eyed pavilion is faintly visible and disappears in a flash.

The strong wind blows, and the three animals, mugwort and other objects lose their spiritual energy

Above the clouds, Tang Ping was a little drunk.

There is actually wine, it should be the narcissus wine offered by the tree people, it is quite delicious.

The energy of this sacrifice is equivalent to what I have consumed in a month.

Tang Ping stretched out his hand.

Click!

The tortoise shell in the brazier is cracked and cracked.

The old priest picked up the tortoise shell and interpreted it.

"Good luck, good luck!"

Everyone cheered.

The gods disappeared.

"As expected..." Zhang Qi, who was 33 years old at the time, was excited.

After more than ten years, I can finally return to the Zhang family to take revenge.

"It's ridiculous. There are only three hundred people, but they dare to enter the mountain to suppress me. We will prepare and set off early tomorrow morning to show them the strength of our clan."

"Roar!!"

Some men even cut their cheeks with a knife, bleeding profusely to prove their ferocity.

Night.

Zhang Qi saw the gods, who told him about the sacrifices to the three gods and left twelve paper figures as guards.
To be continued...