The night completely condensed into black, a bonfire was lit outside a grotto made of large bluestone, Yang Huaiping was surrounded by some muscular and angry women, and they danced a cheerful and bright dance beside Yang Huaiping.

Ever since Yang Huaiping approached this reckless forest with a wonderful bottle, these wizards have treated him with great respect as if he were a god.

When Miao Bottler saw many women dancing enthusiastically around Yang Huaiping, she couldn't help but look at Yang Huaiping in surprise as if she wanted to see him through at once.

Yang Huaiping looked at the women dancing around him, his expression was very calm, Yang Huaiping raised his eyes to look at this infinitely expanding world, he couldn't help but sigh, Yang Huaiping really didn't know if he could live in this world, whether he could leave here, all this unknown made him feel dazed and afraid.

At this time, a dark-skinned wizard handed Yang Huaiping the leg of mutton that was roasted on the bonfire and tender on the outside, and handed it to Yang Huaiping very respectfully.

The night was as dark as ink, and suddenly a strong wind blew in the sky, and thunder rumbled, and then a downpour poured down from the sky.

Under the understanding of the old man in the purple robe, a woman with a delicate figure, two small dimples on her face, and a sweet smile gave people a sweet smile, and held an umbrella made of lotus leaves on the top of Yang Huaiping's head.

The group walked into the grotto behind him under the leadership of the old man in purple robe, and as soon as he walked into the grotto, many colorful portraits came into Yang Huaiping's eyes.

The grotto wall is inlaid with many dimly lit stones for illumination, and under the glow of the bright torches, you can vaguely see the alchemists, the elders, the immortals flying in the air with fluttering clothes, the dragon with the flame of the squirt in the mouth, and the monster with the head of the snake carved on the mouth, and many other incredible portraits.

One of the men with a thin body and a golden mask smashed a portrait of a three-headed dragon head with a single punch, which made Yang Huaiping a little dumbfounded.

After a long time, Yang Huaiping recovered from the shock, and he found that the old man in a purple robe and holding a spirit stone staff in his hand was standing behind him at this time.

The old man in the purple robe stretched out his thin palm and handed Yang Huaiping a rune, flickering with a stone engraved with the same image as the human head and snake body on the wall of the cave mansion, signaling him to carry it around his neck, Yang Huaiping glanced at the old man in the purple robe, and then he took the stone with the human head and snake body engraved on his neck and put it around his neck.

It was just that in an instant, Yang Huaiping felt that the true qi in his body became full, and his whole person was like a bulging ball, as if he could be burst by the vast true qi at any time.

When the old man in the purple robe saw this, he immediately raised the staff inlaid with spirit stones in his hand high, and the old man in the purple robe began to chant an obscure incantation.

After about a cup of tea, a six-pointed star pattern instantly transformed from the staff inlaid with spirit stones, instantly enveloping Yang Huaiping, at this time Yang Huaiping felt that he was much lighter, and the true qi in his body was no longer as violent as before, but gradually calmed down.

After a long time, it was not until the middle of the night when the dew was heavy that Yang Huaiping gradually absorbed the power of the stone given to him by the old man in purple robes into his body, at this time he was like being reborn, every inch of his skin was shining with crystal light, * Ping felt that his whole body was full of endless vitality, and his cultivation could be described as a thousand miles a day, as if it was only separated by such a thin film, as if he could break through at any time.

At this time, the old man in the purple robe took out a mirror made of black stone from his arms, and he handed the mirror to Yang Huaiping, motioning for him to use the mirror to look at his forehead.

Yang Huaiping took the mirror and lifted the snow-white hair on his forehead and saw the pattern of a person's head snake body, he looked at the pattern of the head snake body on his forehead and didn't speak, but a bitter smile appeared on his face, Yang Huaiping thought to himself that if this pattern was seen by people in the outside world, then they would definitely look at themselves with strange eyes.

After the old man in the purple robe looked at Yang Huaiping's expression and smiled, then he clapped his hands, and several sturdy men brought to him a woman with snow-white skin tied with a rope, a pair of autumn-like Danfeng eyes, long black hair that was scattered to her waist, and a face that was as cold as frost.

When Yang Huaiping saw such a beautiful woman in front of him, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face, and then the old man in the purple robe opened his mouth and said an obscure word, "Lord Witch, this is the most beautiful female slave girl we captured from the Qiangta tribe, and we specially dedicated it to you?"

To Yang Huaiping's incredibleness, after absorbing the power of the mysterious stone, he could understand the old man in purple robes, and he had a very familiar feeling with this language, Yang Huaiping glanced at the woman in front of him, he smiled and nodded at the old man in purple robes.

Immediately, the purple-robed old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the deeper part of the cave and said, "Lord Witch, it's not early now, you should go to bed early!"

After Yang Huaiping smiled indifferently at the purple-robed old man, he said to Miao Bottle, who was carefully watching the murals in the grotto: "Don't look at the bottle, it's time to sleep!"

After Miao Bei'er heard Yang Huaiping's words, she couldn't help but have an inexplicable feeling in her heart, after Miao Bei'er glanced at Yang Huaiping, her face was slightly red and smiled: "Brother Yang, we earth immortals don't need to sleep, you better go sleep alone!"

Yang Huaiping took out the blackened cigarette pouch pot from his waist, he lit it in his arms and smacked it and muttered: "It's because you can't paint flowers intentionally, and you can't do it without intentionally planting willows and willows, this little girl probably thinks about it a lot!"

Immediately, Yang Huaiping walked deeper into the cave with a cigarette pouch and pot in his mouth, and two dark-skinned men followed him closely behind him with a woman with a cold face.

When Yang Huaiping walked into the deepest part of the grotto, he couldn't help but close his mouth in surprise when he saw the scene inside, Yang Huaiping really didn't expect that a bed in the depths of the grotto, under the snow-white animal skin paved bed, was all thorough, exuding a dense aura of stones, he used the words of their wizard in his mind to open his mouth to the dark-skinned man behind him and said: "You put the woman on your shoulder on my bed, and then go out!"