"The Fenglong clan has a big demon ......," Zhang Cong shared the information he had gotten.

"Really?"

"Seriously."

Xiong Ying's face was solemn, and then he stood up, his strong body seemed to touch the roof.

"Man'er!" Xiong Ying shouted.

Bang!

The door slammed open, and a young man who was equally stout and somewhat similar to Xiong Ying entered.

This person's name is Xiong Man, Xiong Ying's third son, born with a vision, with the ability to manipulate flames like ancestor Zhurong and devour flames to become stronger.

"How many warriors does the tribe have?"

"Two thousand, there are twenty thousand in my people, and eight thousand if you don't count the cost."

Xiong Man said.

"Okay, the big demon has just broken through, and it is estimated that it will not recover, so early tomorrow morning, we will take advantage of the weakness."

Meishan.

A handsome young man was like a cheetah, jumping through the woods.

He was wrapped in a red cloth on his head, dressed in a tiger skin coat, and had blue eyes.

He carried a bow and arrows around his waist.

The moment this man appeared, the beasts ran after him, and the momentum was huge.

Behind him, too, was a redskin tree man dressed as a hunter.

"Young master, there is a situation there!!"

Dark shadows squirmed in the dense forest, branches swished, and fallen leaves fell.

The shade of the trees shades the daylight, and it looks like evening below.

Wow!

A behemoth suddenly sprang out from the shade of the three-zhang tree.

This is a five-zhang python.

Pitch-black scales, dark green pupils, open red mouths, and fishy saliva dripping down.

The lower half of his body was wrapped around the trunk of a tree, and he was standing in front of the crowd.

"Stop!"

Gorou was not in a hurry and untied the bow and arrow behind his back.

Sou!

An arrow that hit the python in the eye.

"Shhh

The python was in pain and rolled on the ground.

Zhang Wulang untied the gourd around his waist, poured out a little herb, and smeared it on his bow and arrow.

Whoosh!

Five shots in a row.

Bang bang bang......

An arrow was nailed to the point of the python.

The python struggled for a long time and gradually lost its movement.

Zhang Wulang was still unsatisfied, and he didn't look at it, and shot an arrow into the sky.

Bang!

After a long time, a bird fell.

Wow!

The crowd was in a stir.

"The young master is mighty!!"

Zhang Jia Golang.

A pair of yin and yang eyes, see through the poisonous miasma of yin qi in the forest, and are born with a hundred beasts to be psychic, and know the medicinal properties.

He is the first person since the Zhang family laid the path of cultivation.

Cultivation is the middle stage of serving bait, on par with his father's generation.

Flutter Flutter Flutter ......

A white dove flew in and landed on Zhang Wulang's shoulder.

This is the pigeon messenger he created.

"Let's go! Rush to the bottom of the mountain! ”

Zhang Wulang took the lead and didn't care about the corpse of the giant python.

……

Hades, after twenty years of hard work.

The yin soil breaks through 180 zhang, and the banyan tree covers two miles and grows to 30 meters high. The waterhole expanded to a radius of 120 zhang.

One hundred and fifty aquariums.

One hundred and twenty ghost soldiers.

The number of lonely ghosts in the clan is two hundred.

Due to the large consumption of Tang Ping's cultivation in recent years, the number of sailors has not been able to rise.

Under the shade of the trees in Erli, there are many wooden houses.

In front of the house

One of the largest wooden houses inside.

A man sat cross-legged, his body indistinguishable from that of a living person, only a little pale.

The black and white magic lines on Tang Ping's face did not dissipate, but became more and more real.

Wow!

Suddenly, Tang Ping opened his eyes, and the third eye of his eyebrows opened at the same time.

The pupil is an eerie pale gold.

Swish!

Tang Ping's figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

……

Night.

There are no clouds, and the stars are arching over the moon.

The dazzling purple microstar hangs in the sky, high above, overlooking everything.

The people of Dayi Shang said that this is the God who rules over all.

People in the Western Zhou Dynasty said that this was Haotian.

The people of the Central Plains said that it was Fuxi and the Yellow Emperor.

The tribes of the south say this is the Taiyi.

From time to time, a light flashed in the air, and there seemed to be living creatures in the atmosphere, like birds, and like visions of heaven and earth.

A figure stood in mid-air, three feet in the shade of a tree.

His body was covered with a faint yellow light, and the light flowed, and the mystery was very.

This was the first time that Tang Ping sensed this world from a more realistic perspective, instead of being under the protection of Yin Qi, like a fish in a tank, observing the world through a layer of obstacles.

The ubiquitous green wind rubs against the nine shades of yellow springs on the surface of the body.

The warmth of the starlight, the coldness of the bright moon, the earth atmosphere in the mountains, and the wood air in the forest.

And the sacredness looming above the sky.

The sights of this place all show the greatness and vastness of this world.

How terrible it should be to sit in the center of heaven and earth and rule all souls.

Each generation of sovereigns is like the sun, the light shines on the four seas, and the fame is all over the five mountains, the great witch is the sword in his hand, and the chariot is the sharp weapon to open up the barrenness.

The Feather People, the Immortal Nation, the Celestial People, and the Sea Scattered Immortals all had to retreat to avoid the descendants of this Xuanniao, the human emperor inherited by the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the Earth.

"Connecting yin and yang is the first step of leisure."

Tang Ping closed his eyes and realized the place of the upper and lower dantian in his body.

It's pitch black chaos.

There appears to be a seed-like yellow glowing object in the center of chaos.

The yin power flowing in the body changed from blue and black to earthy yellow, with the heaviness of the earth and the coldness of the netherworld.

All spells are strengthened by the Nine Shades Yellow Spring.

At the same time, breaking through to the realm of the wandering gods also condensed the soul body.

Condense the true seed of evil energy, and the true seed can transform yin power into evil energy.

In this way, the seeds of evil qi are constantly grown, and the soul body is washed with evil energy, so that the soul body continues to condense.

If you don't use evil qi, you can melt into the night, expose yourself to the moonlight, and absorb the essence of Taiyin.

This realm is the night wandering god.

The realm of the Night Wandering God will have a special appearance.

He opened the notice book.

Underground Lord: Tang Ping

Types: Ghosts, Avatars

Realm: The third class of the underground master, the early stage of the wandering god.

Lifespan: 400 years. (Age eighty-five.) ）

Pact: The Covenant of the Marquis Tree. Motude. The deep water is empty

Divine power: Taiyin Eater Secret Method. [Yuanshui Sikong Qi: Northern Xuantian Mantra]: Water control trick. [Maotuqi: Snake Curse]: The Ritual of Opening the Mountain and Chopping Grass (102/1000), the Underground Main Eye. Bait refining method.

…………

It's still the third class of the underground master.

The lifespan has risen from 200 to 400 years.

Now I have a total of 300 years to live.

Except for the opening ceremony of opening the mountain and cutting grass, all the others are completed.

When Tang Ping sensed the changes in his body.

Babble!

Six black shadows rose and fell in the jungle.

When you leap into the sky, the moonlight should take the shape of a black shadow.

It is a black-haired gorilla with an ugly, twisted face and canine-like teeth.

"There's someone up ahead!"

"Eat him!"

That's when the chimpanzee came to him.

Tang Ping Huo Ran opened his eyes and looked at the fierce, vicious and vicious human-faced orangutans spitting sulfur poisonous fire in his mouth, and a smile was outlined at the corner of his mouth.

The orangutans suddenly felt bad.

"Roar!!"

The yellow gas on this person's body is released, and the yellow gas forms a dragon.

It is two feet long, with dark gold scales, sharp claws and teeth, and dark gold pupils are godless, like a pool of spring water, eternal silence.

Hornless Jiao, this is a Jiaolong.

The dragon bit off the neck of the human-faced orangutan, and swept away the other six orangutans with one tail.

Tang Ping raised his hand, and six yellow demonic fireballs flew out, burning these orangutans to the point of annihilation.

Jiaolong climbed onto Tang Ping's arm, his head resting on his shoulder, and the lower end of his tail was like a yellow silk, floating in the air.

Tang Ping touched Jiaolong's head.

This dragon is a high-grade evil qi, but it does not have the same magical powers as other high-grade evil qi.

I don't know if it's luck or what, Tang Ping was not affected by the evil qi, but the evil qi became independent.

But Tang Ping felt an eternal silence in him.

Under the earth, there is silence for eternity, the fate of the living, and the peace after death.

This is what Tang Ping felt at the moment of condensing the true seed.

"Let's call you Huangquan Jiaolong in the future."

Tang Ping put away the dragon and dodged back to the ground.

There is still a lot to attend to in the underworld.