Qun Yushan.

The vegetation is lush, the colorful miasma has been reduced a lot, and many birds live in the forest, chirping non-stop in the early morning.

"It's weird, what's going on?"

The stone man is puzzled.

Why suddenly, Qunyu Mountain became full of vitality.

In the past, except for some vegetation growing here, no living beings lived here.

The main reason is that the miasma of evil jade is too strong, and if you get it, you will be disabled or die.

Now the power of the miasma has suddenly weakened a lot, which surprised Stone Man.

"Hahaha..."

Yao Ji plays with the birds in the air.

"Quack quack..."

The frog chased the bugs in the forest, throwing his lotus leaf hat from time to time, jumping very high with his feet on it, scaring the birds in the sky to fly around.

"Speechless, boring."

A face like splashing ink condensed on the big yellow stone, and the face rolled its eyes.

Even as he said this, Shitou Weng was still happily watching the play in the sky.

It hasn’t been this lively for a long time.

Although he has gained longevity since he turned into stone, as time goes by, his inner human emotions become less and less.

If Yao Ji hadn’t talked to me from time to time over the years, I would have turned into an emotionless stone long ago.

This is not true immortality.

Eventually one day I will lose all my feelings, lose all my thinking, and turn into a big cold stone.

Just as he was thinking about it, Stone Man suddenly yelled: "Little bastard, don't keep climbing on my head!"

It turned out that Xiaoqing had landed on top of Shitou Weng’s head at some point, with his feet in the air and his big white belly.

It was as if he didn't hear Stone Man's scolding and started snoring directly.

Although Shitou Weng cursed, his voice could not help but become lower.

The breeze blows, and the grass and trees rustle.

In front of the mountain is Danshui, with clouds rolling in for miles and ghosts crying and gods howling.

According to Tang Ping, they were rampant soldiers, led by Meishan Navy, flying sand and rocks, turning over altars and destroying temples.

One of the images looks amazing.

Five feet tall, with eyebrows like blazing flames, his whole body is indigo, and he holds a bronze divine sword.

This is a sign formed by evil spirits, which indicates that the person's lowest level of cultivation is energy-eating.

This is Umeyama Chogoro, a man who has become somewhat famous recently, and a monkey who hits other people’s heads with a stick all day long.

Kaka...

At this time, the door of the cave opened and Tang Ping walked out.

"Boy, what's going on in Qunyu Mountain recently?" Shitou Weng asked immediately when he saw Tang Ping coming out.

"I did it, how about it?"

"You? How did you do it? Is it a formation?"

Shitou Weng said that he couldn't believe it. The formation was hundreds of feet in diameter and it was unbelievable. It was almost impossible to cover the mountain.

Tang Ping did not speak, but stretched out his finger.

Look in the direction of your finger.

All the trees withered.

The green mountains instantly turned into a withered autumn landscape.

The next second, the vegetation glows with life.

"This..." Stone Man could not speak for a long time.

Is this a supernatural power? Or some kind of supernatural power?

Formations can do it, and some magical powers can also do it.

But with such a large range, it still seems to be so easy to navigate, which is something that ordinary wandering gods cannot do.

Unable to understand, Shitou Weng could only marvel: "I have lived in vain all these years."

"If I say that not only I can do it myself, but also others can do it, would you believe it?"

Tang Ping smiled.

"I don't believe it."

"You will know another day."

Tang Ping glanced around with satisfaction. The environment in Qunyu Mountain has become suitable for living.

He went into seclusion for two years and successfully mastered the small spell of Withering Rong Shu, which increased his lifespan by fifty years. Now, he is almost two hundred years old, but he has a lifespan of six hundred and fifty years.

He also figured out how to use the Qunyushan Forest Crypt.

Generally speaking, the main function is to regulate the vegetation, let the vegetation grow, inhale the essence of Yimu, and purify the odor in the area.

As you practice, the crypt will gradually become more powerful, and when you plant stronger spiritual objects, the quality of the Yimu essence breathed out will also increase accordingly.

It also becomes faster to purify dirty air, making this place more pleasant.

These are the results of Tang Ping's research. Of course, those who control the crypt will be more suitable for practicing wood-attribute skills.

"Those who control forest caves are called forest gods. The forest gods control vegetation and clear away miasma and foul air."

"The earth cave is the god of the earth, controlling the earth's energy and power, clearing away evil spirits and depression."

"The water cave is the water god..."

All in all, the initial role of the gods is to make all places better, more habitable, and to maintain order.

The south is vast and sparsely populated, so any tribe can occupy a large area and declare sovereignty over the occupied area.

Even the great powers of the Central Plains would find it difficult to develop this place.

This is a prosperous city, and the other side may be the Yi and Di demon tribes. This situation is particularly common in this world.

Even the Chu State, which occupies most of the territory, is still dotted. No matter how many monster heads Yuan Hong smashes with his stick, monsters will still be born in those dangerous places.

The cost of mopping up was too high, and they had no choice but to turn their offensive into a defensive one. As long as they did not infringe on their own territory, what could others do?

The birth of Shinto should be able to change this ending.

……

Hades.

Altar under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping stood in front of the altar, clasping his fingers and mumbling something.

From time to time, a seal is made and printed on the black altar of the altar.

Phew!

I don’t know how long it took, but a dark wind blew and the lid of the black altar was blown away.

Black mist emerged from the black altar, and a man with disheveled eyebrows and flaming eyebrows swayed and transformed.

The biggest difference between Rambing and the original is that it has an extra bow, no arrows, and uses Yin energy as arrows.

"Meet the God Lord!!"

"What are your abilities?"

"The lower eyes are like an eagle, able to see at night. There are magic patterns on the soles of the feet, ignoring the terrain, as if walking on flat ground. The bows and arrows are not in vain. They are soldiers who travel in the mountains to hunt."

This is hunting in the mountains.

An advanced soldier with disheveled hair.

One can defeat ten ordinary ghost soldiers.

Tang Ping was very satisfied after seeing it.

It’s not in vain that I have devoted myself to training for so many years, and finally there are soldiers who can meet the standards of soldiers of the King of Jing.

There are five thousand soldiers with disheveled hair alone.

Zhang Wulang. Zhang Xian, Yuan Hong, and Xiong Ying each cultivated at least five thousand.

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