Yin Qi attaches to the surface of the body, slowly squirms, and slowly merges into one's body.

The blue-gray translucent skin becomes more and more solid.

When he reached the realm of wandering gods and absorbed the evil qi of heaven and earth, he became no different from ordinary people.

Of course, the body shape will change due to the evil spirit.

For example, centipedes, some water ghosts, fire ghosts.

It looks like a youkai, and its body may be human, but it's because of the evil qi that changes the form of the body.

Ghosts are the most like normal people, and the higher they go, the more strange they become because of the practice of the exercises.

After two bottles of spiritual water and a pair of elixir, it is enough to be used for the consumption of breaking through the realm.

After a long time, Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, and the magic lines on his face gradually faded.

"It's finally done!"

Tang Ping exhaled.

This process took three years.

It's a little slower than you think.

The yin qi in the body can no longer be described by size, like a small stream, trickling down.

Of course, just circling around in the dantian.

Ghosts have no meridians and cannot circulate the heavens, allowing the yin power to grow naturally.

Even the term dantian is empty, but the position of the abdomen where the yin power is located is like a dantian.

If the ghost wants to become stronger, he can only calm down and cultivate.

Most ghosts, or monsters, because of the meridians, practice with half the effort.

Even if the cultivation is successful, if you lose a little here, lack a little there, and leak a little tomorrow, the exercises will fade due to the influence of various states.

Even Tang Ping, after cultivating the sequel, felt that it was too difficult to carry out a complete cultivation.

In the future, as the exercises become more advanced, it is common to estimate the progress in the next two or three days.

Of course, Tang Ping still has confidence in his heart.

Because of the existence of the Confession Strategy, the cultivation progress will only go up and not down, plus the long lifespan, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a talent.

Tang Ping opens the panel.

Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: The third rank of the underground master, the middle stage of the soul

Lifespan: 150 years.

Pact: The Covenant of the Marquis Tree. Motude. (Not Turned On)

Divine Power: Continuation of Yin Gathering (1/4000) (Dacheng) ..................

is still a third-class underground master, and the realm has become the middle stage of the soul.

The Continuation of the Yin Gathering Technique was completed, and the quantity was almost doubled.

It takes six years to practice two points a day.

This is something Tang Ping did not expect.

The lifespan was increased by another thirty years.

Now the wandering gods of the underworld have basically ruled for more than a hundred years, and Tang Ping has consumed more than ten years of life, and the remaining lifespan is enough to survive the wandering gods of this generation.

"There is one more underworld contract, next time, it may be in the late stage of breakthrough, and the late stage of cultivation will be completed after breaking through."

That is, the realm of the wandering gods.

Then in the middle of the wandering god, there is one in the next realm of the wandering god.

Tang Ping probably figured out the rules.

"This time let's test whether the yang world can be concluded."

Tang Ping thought to himself.

Actually, there is a better option.

That's the dojo where the ghosts are formed.

However, it is very difficult, and it takes time to conclude a pact, which is long by the hour and by the moment.

There will be a certain fluctuation in the middle, which no one finds in the wilderness, but around people's side, right at the foot, it is impossible not to find it.

Tang Ping wants to reject these unsafe factors.

"There are still three or five months until July 15, and we will see by then."

Tang Ping put away his mind.

Come to the place where the magic beans are grown.

In the past year or so, I have experienced another sacrifice, and the yin soil centered on the banyan tree has grown another zhang and become five zhang yin soil.

That's more than sixteen meters.

He looked at this so-called Western Regions magic bean.

It may be the Bad Soil of the Western Regions, and in order to conserve nutrients, this plant has no leaves, just a long reed-like thing.

On top is a long, plump pea pod that is pitch black.

The earth dragon mobilizes the earth's qi underneath and automatically creates a suitable environment for planting.

The surface of the magic bean in the Western Regions faintly formed eyebrows.

"Western Regions Magic Bean......"

The beans ripen in three years, bear fruit three times a year, and after the last number of fruits, they will completely wither.

Seventeen, there may be fifty-one magic beans in total.

"Zuo Zongzi accounts for thirty, and it is impossible to give them all to you......"

Tang Ping said with a smile.

When he decided to find someone to invest in this land, he thought about squeezing the investor's principal a little more.

This is the normal operation of modern society, and sometimes the first pot of gold for entrepreneurs is precisely the money of investors.

The most stupid thing is to work with a stuffy head and create benefits for others stupidly.

This will only make others schedule more work.

The real way to play is to fool them and let them see the results, but they still almost succeed.

At the same time, investors have a sense of dependence without their own inability.

One knife is missing, just one knife is missing, and you can make a lot of money...

Most of these people end up cheaper than others, and even if they make a small profit, it is not enough to return to their capital.

Of course, Tang Ping couldn't do that.

He specified that he wanted Zuo Zongzi to return to his original capital and make a small profit, and the big head must be his own.

Tang Ping thought while removing weeds.

Whoa......

The breeze blows, and the branches rustle.

In the dark environment, the swaying branches are like demons spreading their teeth and claws, seeping terrifying.

There were a few faint green eyes staring in this direction, and the hidden emotions in the eyes were difficult to understand, and then quickly disappeared.

"Quack." The frog jumped on his shoulder, as if to remind.

"There's no hurry."

Tang Ping saw all this in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined a strange smile.

Rat ...... Black Wood Ghost ......

The frog shuddered and immediately jumped away.

This weird smile came out again, what a scary human.

Deadwood Ridge.

Lacquer Temple.

He is three feet tall, wearing a black robe, and his dark green pupils reveal an evil aura from time to time.

The rat spirit knelt in front of him and returned to his life.

"Don't panic, don't be in a hurry, when you are about to grow up, you will use your escape method to steal, don't let him catch it."

"Yes!"

……

Inside the wooden house, Tang sat and practiced peacefully, and the black and white magic patterns of the god's body appeared.

The forces here are about to reshuffle.

The god of the pond is about to die, for the rule of the yang world, for the stability of the underworld, and the smooth transfer of power, it is necessary to pull some people to accompany the burial.

In addition, there is a hidden wandering god like the old man Gongsun, as well as the hostile feather people in the yang world.

Anyway, he is not optimistic about the Zuo family.

Now many resources are in the hands of the family, exercises, seeds, and pills.

In the future, when the realm improves, it will become more and more difficult to obtain cultivation resources.

Either join the forces or you can only rely on luck.

This time I contacted Zuo Zongzi to save something.

It's safer this way.

It's the fifteenth day of the seventh month of another year.

Sun.

There are no stars in the dim sky.

Above, Yin Qi enveloped the body of the tree god.

He was high above, overlooking the thousands of Bear Clan people below.

The green smoke is misty, and the singing is bursting.

Rituals are becoming more formal, representing the imminent formation of a core culture of the people.

Although it's just a savage, and it's a stolen beef cattle, there is a vague division of labor, and it has its own culture and consciousness.

Worship and Rong.

All have systems.

Tang Ping vaguely saw a new country rising.

"The blue wisps of the road open the mountains and forests. I am the Lord of the underworld, the only priesthood, and I live forever. Let me witness the rise of this country. ”