The original Zuocheng of Zuo clan is now on the border of Chu State.

When Ren Jia and Wu Zhi attacked Chu, Ren Jia was killed by Du Yu, and Wu Lan was beheaded by Xiong Ba Zhen.

Zuocheng and Fengyuan were occupied by the Chu army and became the front line against them.

At this time, an altar slowly rose from the ground.

The altar is nine feet high and five and a half feet wide, and is made of bronze, stone, and ancient wood.

Inside the altar is a flaming snake.

This fire snake is similar in shape to a python, with nine curves in its body, breathing flames, and a hint of holiness in its ferocious appearance.

The flaming snake hovered above the mahogany lacquer palace. At the same time, a message appeared on the notice.

[Jing Tan Qi·Five Rampant Soldiers and Horses]: The ritual of summoning souls and saving spirits.

This spell can be used directly without proficiency.

Tang Ping closed his eyes and thought carefully.

"It turns out I wasn't the one who practiced it."

Tang Ping walked out of the palace, came to the open space in front of the palace, and stretched out his hand.

"Huhuhu!" The big fire snake spit out a ball of flames the size of a human head, and the flames formed into a small snake and sank into the ground.

Kakaka...

A small altar rises.

The ritual of summoning souls and rescuing spirits is a ritual that transcends the souls of the dead and requires the use of a small altar. The small altar is controlled by a certain god.

After death, a person needs to be buried. Before the burial, there must not only be a ceremony of cutting mountains and cutting grass, but also a notice to the ground. The name of the god is written on the notice to the ground, which probably means to notify the god to go to the underworld.

In the past, after ordinary people died, whether their souls returned to heaven and earth or transformed into ghosts, it was basically a natural decision, and there was generally no artificial intervention.

Now the owner of the altar can guide, suitable people become ghosts, and inappropriate people disappear into the world. In this process, the altar will gain power similar to that of sacrifices.

In addition to attracting the souls of the dead, the altar can be used to cast spells and refine water.

No matter which kind, there is the power of incense offered, and the gods can use it to practice.

The altar is stationed in a land, and any creature that dies will be transformed by the altar. If there are rituals such as informing the land and cutting mountains and grass, the probability of becoming a ghost will be higher.

"The altar can be placed under the control of county land, township land, and priests and wizards of the sect."

Tang Ping thought.

There is more than one altar, and you can continue to increase it according to your heart. Of course, the existence of the altar requires consumption, and Tang Ping cannot just put it up for fun.

Tang Ping disappeared and came to Qunyushan Cave House.

Du Yu and others were stationed on the mountain. When they saw Tang Ping approaching, they quickly stood up and saluted.

Xingtian, Gao Xin’s descendants are all here.

"Meet the Master."

"Aren't you going to manage the river?" Tang Ping asked.

"The disciple doesn't want to bring trouble to the master, so he wants to leave now, lest Wuxia sends people to cause trouble."

"You don't need to worry about this. Chu State is now the local hegemon. Let Chu State handle diplomatic matters."

There are two stone chickens in the Chu State, one is Sikong Lianqi, and there is a mysterious Shenhou who has not taken action.

Zhang Wulang and Xiong Ba both have Qi-refining combat power. If they want to completely annihilate Chu State, they must at least send one general and separate an army; Wuxia is currently fighting to the death with Shu State, and even with Yong State and Bai Pu.

Friction, don’t come all the way here.

Even if I free up my hands, I don’t know how many years will pass.

Moreover, Tang Ping has deliberately exposed Yeyoushen's combat power, and he is a member of Mingzhu Palace. If he wants to cause trouble for Du Yu or himself, he may have more worries.

"So don't panic, stay for a while and be fully prepared before leaving."

It is difficult to develop from scratch. Even if Xin Hu and Wujie are descendants of Xingtian and Gao Xin, they are also one of many branch tribes.

"Yes."

After this battle, Tang Ping paid no attention to ordinary things in the world.

I practice elixirs on weekdays, add some bonuses to weapons, and practice spells, but I basically don’t have any guiding opinions for the mortal world.

Whether it's success or failure, it's all destiny.

Three years later.

Du Yu said goodbye to Tang Ping and embarked on the road to the East with Yuan Hong, White Snake Chang Hao, and the four monsters of pig, sheep, cow, and centipede that he had conquered from Yelang Kingdom.

"Remember, find a place of metal for me." Tang Ping specifically asked. There is still a contract that has not been concluded, and he has not seen any magical power of metal.

Ten years later.

Altars are spread across four counties and a total of 51 townships.

The number of ghosts in the underworld of Chu State has greatly increased. Of course, when a person dies and becomes a ghost, he still has to start from scratch and his original cultivation level will not be retained.

Every year, the land gods reserve a quota to become a ghost.

Another ten years have passed.

Mingzhu Shrine, the mysterious land.

"Jade Cauldron...Senior, please come with me." Nanlumeng has turned into an old man.

"Yeah."

Tang Ping nodded, hesitated to speak, and finally accepted Nanlumeng's attitude.

Strength means seniority. No matter how good the relationship between two people was before, once the gap in strength widens, the seniority must be clearly defined.

Within the Mingzhu Palace, Tang Ping's status is limited to the Three Kings, and together with the other two Qi Refiners, he is also known as the Three Phases.

I won't think anything of calling myself a brother to an ordinary little boss. Others will probably wonder who this guy is and how dare he be of the same generation as me. Once he has this idea, Nanlumeng's life will not be easy.

Behind him followed a boy with a childish face, with only scattered scales on his body and not even a snake tail, which showed that the bloodline of the next generation was beginning to weaken.

"This is my grandson Nanluqi." Nanlumeng introduced, "This is already the one with the highest bloodline in the next generation."

In the palace, the chameleon-like Father Xiao handed Tang Ping a bag.

"All the materials you need are here."

"Thank you, Father Xiao."

Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.

"Tsk, tsk, I really didn't expect that you actually broke through the Night Walker God. What a human being... Ghosts are beyond appearances. This road is much more difficult." Father Xiao sighed, with a desire to study in his eyes.

"Haha, if nothing else, it's hard work. If you take medicine for most of your life, the best you can do is this."

Tang Ping ended the wrangling, got on the tiger cart, and flew to the county seat near Qunyu Mountain.

All the way overlooking the magnificent scenery below.

The world of mortals is turbid and filled with endless disputes.

There is a Temple of the City God in the city, and the incense burns all day long.

Looking with the Dharma eyes, the temple is full of ghosts.

Tang Ping looked very interesting, so he put away the Dharmakaya, and the white dragon fish took it into the mortal world.

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In the backyard of the temple, there are thick black clouds and a gloomy wind.

There are more than a dozen dark altars.

It turns out to be rampant soldiers.

The altar corresponds to the Jingtan deed, and you can learn the gods of the altar: the rituals of summoning souls and praying for spirits, wearing disheveled hair, hunting for the five rampants, waving flags and shouting for the five rampants.

Spells other than spells to open an altar.

A man in red clothes does the exercises with his legs crossed.

Most of the green cigarette gas is inhaled into the body, and the rest is absorbed by the black altar.

As if sensing the outsider coming, Xiong Yong opened his eyes and quickly stood up to salute.

"No need to be polite. How does it feel to be a city god?"

Nowadays, there is no such thing as county land. It can only manage the order of the city and the affairs after death, so it is called the city god.

"The power has become stronger, and the incense has become more abundant." Xiong Yong said his feelings.

After all, it is the right to use a piece of land. If it is managed better, it will be more useful than some Feng Shui treasures.

"Well, keep up the good work. If you don't understand anything or need improvement, please report it. Don't feel troublesome."

"Yes!"
To be continued...