"Chase!"

I just happened to catch this monster along the way.

Within the forest, Tang Ping hid in a dark place, covered by vegetation and magic.

The frog is agile and somewhat magical, and is used as a bait to seduce the papermaker.

After being in contact with frogs for such a long time, Tang Ping can probably guess the frog's heels.

There is no bloody plot in mythology where a down-and-out underground master encounters a young mythical beast.

Xiao Qing’s real heels should be a spirit born naturally from heaven and earth.

In this world where every plant and tree has the chance to become an elf and even speak human language, the little frog is not too top-notch.

Medium.

Of course, the two brothers don’t talk about each other. One is the Marquis of a three-foot-long Pavilion, and the other is a three-foot-long Pavilion Chief.

"Quack!"

Soon, the frog brought people in.

Behind him are a dozen paper soldiers.

They overcame obstacles and broke through numerous barriers.

Frogs prance around in the forest.

But now is not the time.

Tang Ping waited for a moment.

Suddenly.

A heavily made-up paper man enters the jungle.

Exactly now!

In an instant, it seemed as if all the trees came alive.

The branches are like demon minions, lashing out at the paper figures. The vines on the ground, the weeds under their feet, and the fallen leaves block their sight.

Bang bang bang!

The paper figures were broken one after another.

Tang Ping made a finger gesture with his hands and pointed forward.

Boom!

Five fireballs in a row.

The green flames ignited the vegetation, and the places burned by the cold fire were rotten.

During the flight of the fireball, it was also covered by the moon-shielding method.

You often don’t find it until you get there.

They are both evil souls, but Tang Ping's spell cultivation and types are much higher than that of Paper Craftsman. Coupled with sneak attacks from behind, he is almost sure of success.

Paper figures are the enemy's soldiers. In the dense forest, every plant and tree is our own soldiers.

The papermaker never imagined that there was such a powerful ghost nearby.

Boom!

Tang Ping released the fireball, and the forest three feet ahead was in a mess.

The vegetation and paper figures turned into a pool of green water.

Tang Ping wears a strange mask on his face, looking like a god in the dark night.

Step by step into the place where the paper craftsman’s soul is lost.

At this time, a palm-sized paper man flew from the side.

The paper figure rose in the wind, and a sharp sword struck Tang Ping's throat.

The whole process takes no more than two breaths.

With a sarcastic smile on his lips, Tang Ping transformed the Ghost-headed Sword, injecting spiritual power into the blade, and emitting jet-black fire.

The long knife drew a strange angle in the void.

Ten Steps of Killing Technique.

The move came before the paper man, and the paper man was split in the middle with a long knife.

Click...

Black fire burns it to ashes.

"You..." The papermaker couldn't believe it. He didn't even know who killed him and died with regret.

"What do you do when you think of me as the underground master Fayan?"

Tang Ping took off his mask, looked at the puddle of ashes and smiled.

Even a blind person would know that such a big white essence is nearby.

I just want to try out new tricks.

The frog jumped on his shoulder, looking proud.

"Great job, extra dinner tonight."

"Quack."

Tang Ping searched for it and finally found the storage bag among the ruins.

Fortunately there was no damage.

"Yes! Yes!"

Tang Ping was inspired and finally found a bamboo slip made of strange wood among a pile of debris.

Submit a letter "The Ghost Origami Method".

Seeing this method, Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, I carried the technique with me.

You may not bring it with you at other times, but when the door of hell opens once a year, it is impossible not to bring your belongings with you.

The evil soul is different from the wandering god above.

The wandering god can stay in the earth, so the gate of hell is not too important to the wandering god.

The evil spirit can only come out once a year during this time. In order to prevent other people from ransacking their home if they leave, they usually bring important things with them.

Tang Ping himself is like this.

"Go back."

There were still fights elsewhere, but he was too lazy to get involved.

Nowadays, Taoist art of war is available, as are other long-range and short-range spells.

None of them have cultivated to full level, so they can practice with peace of mind, and it won’t be too late to wait until they have stronger combat power at full level.

Tang Ping dived into the earth.

Passed through the blood cloud and circled back to the banyan tree.

There are no ghosts lurking around, it’s safe!

As time goes by, the evil spirits fly back one after another.

After tonight, there will probably be more nameless ghosts in the underworld.

The fighting in the underworld is fierce, and the number should be reduced, but there are also more ghosts imported from the human world.

But that’s just right.

When the number of ghosts increases, you will become an old ghost and you will not be suspected if you are born again in the future.

Under the banyan tree.

Tang Ping opened the panel.

Underground owner: Tang Ping

Category: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: Third level underground master, evil spirit

Lifespan: 70 years.

Underworld deed: Maohou tree deed. Maotu deed.

Magical powers: [Maoqi·Aoki Gang Method]: Wood Control Technique (150/1000) (Dacheng), Yimu Moon Covering Curse. [Maotu Deed·Snake Manipulation Curse]: Underground Master Dharma Eye (91/1500).
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To be continued...