The underworld.

On the black plain, Tang Zheng walked alone.

In this world of ghosts, he could not find a companion, so he could only wander alone in the plains.

Ghost magic allows him to effectively hide his vitality, and he will not be harassed by ghosts easily, but there are always some extraordinarily sensitive ghosts, or other strange things that cause trouble.

The world of the underworld is too big, there are more mysteries in it, there are many things that Tang Zheng has never seen, and with only a few Heart Sutras, it is obviously far from enough to understand, so at first glance, it is also very much a loss. Finally, he was able to react quickly and escape every time before the trouble was too big to get out of hand.

But the real trouble is Morozhi.

If this guy's night ghost first seal is not removed for a day, Tang Zheng will not be able to escape its pursuit. And when Morochi catches up again, I believe he will never repeat the same mistake last time.

So Tang Zheng had to continue to run.

He wasn't afraid, he just hoped to buy more time to let himself know more about the black substance in the sea of consciousness.

At the same time, Morozhi's Hundred Ghost Night Boat made a rare stop.

After missing the kill and allowing Tang Zheng to escape, Morozhi already realized that even if he chased after him now, it would be useless. The deaths of two Deadpools and as many as nearly twenty ghost generals dealt a heavy blow to Morozhi's forces. And the opponent also showed a strong means of defeating the enemy.

Even Mo Luozhi felt a heartfelt fear from the bottom of his heart when he faced the intense light released by Tang Zheng. This kind of power against the existence of ghosts has a powerful deterrent effect even for the fierce creatures of the underworld who are strong in flesh gods, and the impure ghost Yaksha clan.

Because of this, Moro Zhicai did not chase for the first time, but notified his subordinates in the underworld to let them reinforce them, and then jointly attack when the reinforcements arrived.

What was originally a game-style hunt turned into a shameful revenge battle, and Morozhi vowed to find Tang Zheng and skin him and cramp him.

Waiting gave Tang Tribulation time so that he could have plenty of rest and study the use of black sand.

The difference between this black sand and gold sand is that it is actually a pure soul substance. Between the virtual and the real, it is impossible to describe its existence in words, only to say that it is like some special resource dedicated to the soul. Therefore, it is possible to repair the soul of the gods, strengthen the primordial spirit, and derive countless benefits from it......

Today, Tang Zheng came to a valley zone.

Most of the mountains in the underworld are rotten and black, and occasionally some are as dry as grains of sand. Grab it in your hand, and know that Suosuo has fallen, without a trace of dirt.

What Tang Zheng presented in front of him was such a rare and dry mountain.

What stopped him was a blue flower growing on the mountain.

It was a flower that was not too beautiful, with four petals, and the color was slightly light blue, not fragrant or showy, but in this world dominated by gray and black, it looked so gorgeous, dazzling, dazzling and charming.

Tang Zheng's footsteps were attracted by this blue flower and stopped, and when his gaze stayed on the flower, it had already emitted a brilliant brilliance:

"Corpse Spirit Flower! It's a Corpse Spirit Flower!" The voice was full of shock, surprise, and incredulity.

The corpse spirit flower is an extremely rare flower, which only grows in decaying places, and is born from inhaling rotten qi and corpse poison, and is congenitally highly poisonous. However, after the corpse spirit flower grows to a thousand years, it will be completely poisonous and transformed into a rare spirit grass, which can be used to make a variety of elixirs, and even immortal medicines.

However, this kind of thing is too rare in the human world, and the unique growth environment it relies on is rare, except for the people in the ghost path, others basically don't specifically cultivate a tomb land. And in the wild land, unless it is a natural dangerous place, it is difficult for any herbs to exist for thousands of years, even if they are naturally poisonous, they can't stand the greedy cultivators.

You must know that the corpse spirit flower that is less than a thousand years old is also extremely valuable for refining poison.

Therefore, Tang Zheng has been cultivating for so long, and he has never seen a single corpse spirit flower.

However, at this moment, what Tang Zheng saw was a flower in the east and a flower in the west, and as far as the eye could see, the corpse spirit flower that shimmered like a starlight existed on the mountain peak, and all of them had passed a thousand years.

The Corpse Spirit Flower is a spirit plant that relies heavily on rotting corpse qi, so there is usually only one flower in a place. The corpse spirit flowers that appeared on such a place as this one are already dense, and it is no wonder that the entire mountain peak will be sandy - under the greedy grabbing of the corpse spirit flowers, all the nutrients have long been drained.

Now, these precious corpse spirit flowers were placed in front of his eyes, and no one picked them.

Because there's no one here, and the ghosts don't need it at all.

At that moment, Tang Zheng almost wanted to let go of laughter.

Who says the underworld has no resources?

It's just that there are fewer varieties of resources in the underworld, but each of them is rare in the world, and once you get it, it is infinite wealth.

At that moment, he had thought of countless ways to use the Corpse Spirit Flower, and one of them was just right now.

Tang Zheng didn't hesitate anymore, he had already rushed over to pull out the corpse spirit flowers one by one, then put them in his mouth and chewed them, spit out the juice, and then roasted them with Dan fire.

If this practice is seen by others, it will definitely scold the tyrannical things.

You must know that this primitive and barbaric processing method will cause waste to the greatest extent, and its medicinal properties will be lost in the process of grinding and baking. Therefore, all elixirs need to be cut with magic weapons, baked in secret rooms, and refined in Dan furnaces, so as to ensure that the medicinal properties are retained to the greatest extent.

But how can Tang Zheng have these, the disadvantage of God in the underworld that no one grabs resources with him is that he also does not have those things in the human world, unless Xiao San comes back and will bring him some, before that, he can only use this most primitive method.

As for the waste, I can't care about it, anyway, there are a lot of corpse spirit flowers here.

As the Dan fire baked, the juice solidified, Tang Zheng added a few drops of his own blood and put in a little ghost element, which was also the only resource he could get in the underworld except for the corpse spirit flower, and in the end, a small blue pill had gradually been generated.

This Tang Tribulation pill was almost purely refined from the juice of the corpse spirit flower, but due to the lack of dispensing, it could not play a complementary effect, the cost was a hundred times that of similar pills, but the medicinal effect was only one percent.

But it doesn't matter, since one is not enough, then come more.

Tang Zheng had never been so squandered one day, and hundreds of corpse spirit flowers were refined by him like this, disappearing piece by piece, so that even Tang Zheng felt heartache in the end.

Finally, before he used up the last piece of corpse spirit flower, the elixir he needed was finally refined, and looking at the elixir that was finally smelted by him to the size of a ball, Tang Zheng was also speechless.

The next moment, he did something.

He swiped at himself, and ripped a skin from his body.

It's still baked by Danhuo, but it's refining his skin into a talisman.

Finally, with this pill stained with blood, he wrote a series of lines on the talisman, and as the light blue lines penetrated into it, finally, a piece of talisman paper was refined.

Tang Zheng concocted it in the same way, refined two more, and after making three talismans, the pill also disappeared.

After this transformation, a large number of corpse spirit flowers turned into three talismans, and Tang Zheng's squandering of resources can be said to be outrageous.

However, these three talismans plus black sand are destined to bring a surprise to Morozhi.

Then Tang Zheng did not leave, but waited for Mo Luozhi on the spot. The rest of the corpse spirit flowers are all good, but if there are no treasures to store, they will wither after thirty-six hours of picking. Therefore, Tang Zheng simply waited for Mo Luozhi here, maybe from him, he could find what he needed.

The wait is three days.

Mo Luo Zhizhi came slower than Tang Zheng imagined, maybe because he was afraid of the first seal of the night Mo ghost, and he was not afraid of Tang Zheng running away.

On the third day, Tang Zheng finally saw the shadow of the Hundred Ghosts Night Boat.

It's still so powerful, the ghost pushes the boat, and travels on land. There were a group of ghosts on the ship, and the wind was gusting.

And at the top of the bow, on the Throne of Bones, Morozhi was still sitting on it, but there was no longer a dog-headed Deadpool on the left and right sides, and instead a large number of ghost generals appeared, roughly looking at about dozens of them. In addition, there was a huge ghost eagle lying on the main sail of the ship, with a ghostly fire flashing in its eyes, looking at Tang Zheng. Seeing that gaze, Tang Zheng immediately felt that the strength of this ghost eagle was no less than that of the Yaksha Morozhi.

"That's what makes it exciting. Tang Zheng was completely unafraid of this, smiling and whispering.

Over there, Mo Luozhi's eyes turned red when he saw Tang Zheng.

Raising the steel fork in his hand, he pointed at Tang Zhengyao: "Take down this human race!"

This time, he didn't even say a word of nonsense, and directly ordered his subordinates to attack him in groups - after suffering such a big loss, Mo Luozhi knew how to restrain himself no matter how arrogant he was.

With a roar, the ghosts had already surged down from the boat, rolling up black waves, like black water hitting the shore and rushing towards Tang Zheng. Dozens of ghost generals and thousands of ghost soldiers formed a monstrous momentum. and at a great distance from each other, rushing in a loose formation.

Mo Luo Zhi suffered a loss and grew wise, knowing that Tang Zheng's hand was extremely powerful, so he scattered the ghost pawns and did not give him a chance to destroy them all with one blow.

Tang Zheng smiled at it, at this time he had no need to hide his clumsiness, and a hundred ghost kills had swept towards the group of ghosts. As the white light swept by, a ghost general was immediately hit hard. However, the ghost general saw the opportunity quickly, and retreated at the same time as Tang Zheng made a move, so he escaped the killing in time, but the dozen or so ghost pawns who followed behind him were unlucky at the same time and wailed and died together.

On the ship, Mo Luozhi said in a deep voice: "Spread out more!"

Previously, the ghosts heard that the Tang Tribulation "Demon Law" was powerful and a little unimpressed, but at this moment, they saw a ghost general who was seriously injured after only a moment, and finally knew the horror, where did they dare to gather together, and they scattered again.

After all, the killing of a hundred ghosts is not a great power and a law, and the impact is limited, and under the deliberate dispersion of all ghosts, only a few ghost soldiers can be killed with one blow.

However, as a result of excessive dispersion, they could not concentrate on fighting against Tang Zheng, and this numerical advantage could not be brought into play.

The next moment, Tang Zheng laughed out loud, and simply didn't need to kill a hundred ghosts, he slashed straight with one palm, scattering and shattering a ghost pawn, and under the agitation of the fist wind, he had already fought with all the ghosts.