The gods are enjoying the sacrifice.

The people behind the altar are waiting with torches.

Zhang Qi has now grown into a mature young man, his fair complexion has turned into bronze, and there is a hint of hardness between his brows.

The young man behind him is strong, about two meters tall, but handsome and childish. There is a colorful tiger lying next to him.

In addition to the eight armored warriors behind him, there were dozens of soldiers wearing rough bronze armor, and their clothes began to have complicated patterns.

Most of them are black birds and flame patterns.

This proves that the productivity of this tribe has begun to increase and it has its own tribal culture.

Although everyone is in Jing Kingdom, the actual culture is different from the mainstream.

The savages represent the local culture.

Led by the upper echelons of the Jing Kingdom, they are actually Yuren, an external force influenced by foreign culture.

Although there are some natives in the upper class, they have basically been assimilated.

Zhang Qi looked at the rolling black clouds in the sky, suddenly thought of something and asked: "A Ying, where did you find the cow?"

Cattle have always been a scarce material for sacrifices, and beef cattle that have never done any work are needed.

But there are no cows in the tribe that are not working.

Xiong Ying dodged his eyes and said, "Stealed from the city."

"Stealing a cow? Stealing a cow? How dare you steal a cow and offer it as a sacrifice? Fortunately, the gods didn't blame you, otherwise they would make you look good!"

Xiong Ying's face turned red and she retorted:

"They looked down on me, refused to give me anything in exchange, and laughed at me for being a country boy."

"Where is your virtue?"

"Teacher, you said that they look down on me, and I don't have to look down on them.

They were at fault first, they just stole it, and I am a barbarian!"

Everyone behind them nodded in agreement.

You are right, rather than joining them, it is better to stick to yourself.

Without him, I would be a barbarian.

Zhang Qi was speechless and was about to scold him.

If you think about it carefully, it may not be unreasonable.

I always do things under other people's rules, but the right to interpret the rules is in the hands of others, so how can I defeat the other party?

I was still too naive at the time, thinking that I could live a good life as long as I worked hard.

Now that I think about it, I might as well find an opportunity to chop off the second uncle's head with a knife. Although I can't survive, at least I don't have to be too aggrieved.

However, as a teacher, Zhang Qi still didn’t want his students to behave like this, so he ordered:

"Don't do this anymore. Taking the right path is the great road."

The barbarians are still not good enough and will never be able to get out of the mountains.

After a long time, Tang Ping landed, standing tall among the chickens, with the vortex of Yin Qi behind him, and the antelope horns pointed straight into the sky, looking like a god and a devil.

Very attractive.

The biggest premise of faith in this era is fear.

It creates fear and awe, followed by benefits.

For example, it would be beneficial for the tree god to help deal with the tribe's monsters on July 15th.

The two entered the meeting hall, and Zhang Qi reported his work as usual.

"Currently, the Xiong tribe has a population of 2,000 people, including 1,500 young people under the age of 30, half of them male and female. There are 200 children under the age of 8, and 300 people over the age of 30."

"There are 700 warriors, including 60 armored men."

The living conditions of savages are harsh, and few live to be over thirty years old. No matter how long they live, they will be abandoned.

These people were originally destined to die, but Zhang Qi brought development and allowed these people to survive.

"The Lord God has decreed that in the next ten years, there will be a great turmoil between the two worlds. I hope you will be prepared by then."

"Please keep this in mind!"

"Hmm."

Tang Ping flew out of the house, his eyes wide open.

Most of the people below are bugs, but there is one exception. It is Zhang Qi's disciple riding a tiger, which means "human".

This person is born with supernatural powers and should have a different bloodline. He is a talent worth cultivating.

It's a pity that there are no techniques for ordinary people to practice, only a ten-step killing technique.

They can only find this by themselves.

Tang Ping looked at the mortal night sky.

Except for the area covered by Yin Qi, the rest is green. These human winds restrict the movement of ghosts and monsters.

When Tang Ping came to this world, he always had a mystery in his heart.

Where are the previous family members?

He only knew that he was the son of a scholar-bureaucrat in Jing State, but he couldn't remember the specifics. What happened?

There are not many families with the surname Tang in Jing. If you are willing to look for them, you will definitely find them.

It is impossible to ask Zhang Qi to help find the family in Yangjian, and his identity must not be leaked.

I can only wait until I have the ability to walk on earth in the future before I can go out and explore.

Tang Ping returned to his station.

After passing through the woods, I saw a big banyan tree in front of me.

Under the blood-colored clouds, the banyan tree is tall and quiet, and its invisible momentum makes ghosts and gods dare not approach.

When Tang Ping came under the tree, the frog lying on the ground immediately became alert, and he was relieved when he saw that it was him.

"What changes have happened here?" Tang Ping asked.

The frog shook his head in confusion.

"That's good."

Tang Ping faded away from his tree god state and returned to his original form of black and white magic patterns, and the magic eyes between his brows emitted blue light.

I saw a long snake in the soil. It was earthy yellow, about the size of a thumb and three feet thick. It was swimming freely in the soil like a fish entering water.

Not only that, in Tang Ping's induction, the area of ​​Yintu with a radius of three feet expanded to four feet, and the total area increased by more than half.

"So it turns out that sacrifices in the Yang world can increase the Yin earth and make the underworld contract stronger."

Tang Ping suddenly realized.

The area of ​​the underworld is not static.

What can most of this increased area be used for?

Tang Ping thought.

His mind moved slightly, and the earth snake came out of the earth and clung to his hand.

The Earth Snake has completely transformed into a physical form, with a pair of black eyes, no nose, and no mouth. Its body is not smooth as expected, but has a dense feeling. It turns out to be tiny yellow scales.

In an instant, Tang Ping understood this.

The birth of the Earth Snake can automatically adjust the earth's atmosphere. It can identify the conditions needed by crops and modify them.

In the future, crops can be grown without Tang Ping personally adjusting the climate.

"This is very good. It would be good to use the extra land to grow spiritual grass."

It’s best to have orchids.

But old man Gongsun only has that kind of thing.

Some ghost generals do have seeds in their hands, but they basically don’t sell seeds.

"Let's talk about it later."

Tang Ping put aside this idea.

Now that he knows that the territory may expand, Tang Ping no longer asks for unlimited Yin Qi from the surrounding land.

"If you keep a low profile until the entire Sanjing underworld becomes your own territory, wouldn't you be invincible?"

Tang Ping has just revealed his soul now. If he is within his own territory, it will not be a big problem to fight against the wandering god.

If you were in the wandering god realm, you would probably be invincible.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it became that Tang Ping had enough motivation.

The Yangjian should also be vigorously developed. Once they have aristocratic status and can offer sacrifices to Shen Yu, it is estimated that the territory will increase even faster.

Continuing the Art of Gathering Yin (1385/2000) (Xiao Cheng)

"It will take about a year to break through to the middle stage of the Evil Soul."

The earth snake turned into the earth, Tang Ping returned to the wooden house, sat cross-legged and meditated, opened the eyes between his eyebrows, and absorbed the surrounding yin energy.

The dark Yin Qi clings to the increasingly solid soul body.

The cool and refreshing Yin Qi is absorbed, and the Yin energy in the lower abdomen forms a ball, like a green mist.

Since the birth of the Earth Snake, the Earth's Qi has been automatically adjusted, and Tang Ping has been freed up for more than half an hour to practice.

"Where is Brother Tang? An old friend is visiting!"
Chapter completed!