Time flies for 200 years.

When it came out again, it was a different scene.

Tianhan Cave Mansion in the depths of Yunmengze.

For example, today, the two hundred miles radius of Hanchi is also the territory of the Shinto territory, Tang Ping is sitting here, and ordinary earth immortals dare not come over to spread wild.

Of course, there are not so many earth immortals in the world.

In the cave, Tang Ping sat cross-legged, alchemizing and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

This practice lasted for two hundred years.

Two hundred years is seven or eight generations for mortals, and a longer retreat for monks.

Tang Ping didn't hear what was going on outside the window.

At this moment, the gate of Tianhan Cave Mansion opened, and a woman with a sun pattern on her eyebrows walked in outside.

This is Yoimei.

Tang Ping opened his eyes at the same time and looked at this woman quietly, he knew that under normal circumstances, no one would come to look for him, unless something happened.

"The harlequin is coming back soon, I'll come and talk about it in advance."

"I see, I see."

The clown has not returned for two hundred years, and Tang Ping is looking forward to what good things will bring.

Then again, does it take two hundred years to explore this place in Razor?

"How has Shinto changed in the past two years? Has anyone died? ”

Tang Ping asked.

"Since the Divine Lord's immortal elixir was rewarded, almost no one has died among the masters of Shinto."

"Okay, come with me."

"Yes."

The two took the auspicious clouds to Wushan.

The harlequin is the god of Wushan, and the first stop will definitely be to Wuguo.

Tang Ping can go there and wait for her when he arrives.

Over the past 200 years, with the expansion of the kingdom, many places have been developed, and the population has also ushered in explosive growth.

During the flight, Tang Ping's mind flashed relevant data.

Name: Tang Ping.

Species: Ghost, viviparous

Realm: The second rank of the master of the unified realm, the early stage of ghosts and immortals.

Lifespan: 5,200 years. (Two thousand years of age.) ）

Pact: The Covenant of the Marquis Tree. Motude. The deep water is empty. The altar deed of the Three Thorns and the Netherworld. Wash the sword mountain deed. Xiangshui deed. Wushan deed. Yunmeng Zeqi.

Divine power: Shenyi Sutra. [Shundian]: Nine-character mantra (112/200000) Dacheng. Dragon and Tiger Inner Dan Sutra: Ghost and Immortal Chapter (23076/200000).

The proficiency of the Inner Dan Sutra has at least two hundred years to enter Xiaocheng, that is, the realm of the middle stage of the ghost immortal.

But it doesn't matter.

The lifespan of 5,000 years has only been used for 2,000 years now, and this lifespan is still growing, and it is basically inexhaustible.

Just grind it slowly.

Shundian has also been completed, and Houyi's archery skills have been completed.

We are getting closer and closer to the envisioned goal.

"Speaking of dead people, Ji Fa and Jiang Shang died within a few years of your retreat."

"Really?" Tang Ping was not too surprised, he had expected it in his heart.

The Zhou Dynasty is not a long-lived dynasty, compared with the 40,000-year-old Guozuo of the Shang Dynasty, the Western Zhou Dynasty is more than 10,000 years at most.

The remaining Eastern Zhou basically declined, and ordered some powerful princes not to move.

Tang Ping probably guessed so.

After all, the founding of the Zhou State was a bit tricky and relied too much on external forces.

The so-called rule of benevolence is just to cover up its own lack of ability.

The strength of the Zhou State has never set foot in the south, and the control of the north is better than nothing, and the descendants of the Jiang family and Ji Dan in the east are now fighting to the death with the remnants of Dongyi.

Now Dongyi is back on the fence.

Liangzhu annexed the four kingdoms of Xu, Tianwu, Haobi, and Donghai; Establish a powerful regime called the state of Wu.

Liangzhu has coveted the land of Qilu for a long time and has been sending troops to harass him. But the internal peace of Wu has not been peaceful, especially in the area of Xu State at the beginning, there is always an inexplicable force that burns and kills and plunders, and even two earth immortals are dispatched, which cannot be solved.

Hearing this, Tang Ping had a guess in his heart.

"Could it be that Chiyou was born?"

Hou Yi Mausoleum couldn't trap Chi You, Tang Ping had also sent people to find Hou Yi Mausoleum over the years, but he couldn't find it.

Either it's ruined or it's gone.

There is a high probability that Chiyou resurrected and destroyed the mausoleum.

Soon, the two came to the kingdom of Witchcraft.

The auspicious clouds hung in the void and could not come down for a long time.

Tang Ping looked down at the country from above.

According to Tang Ping's algorithm, the national territory here is divided into three types, one is the core area, that is, the 70,000 square kilometers of Shinto territory centered on Wushan, which is the most prosperous area of Wushan.

The second is the actual control area.

This area is located in the area of the Shinto Territory, which has been developed by the Witch Kingdom.

It's about two million square kilometers.

There are also some claimed areas, claiming that this land is their own land, which has not been developed in essence, but only plays the role of a pit.

"The population of the country is 300 million, who is the current lord of the country?" Tang Ping asked.

"There is only one lord of the witch country, the harlequin god is a king who is not easy to do, the king does not govern, and the usual ruling is the big sacrificial wine, and the big sacrificial wine is changed every hundred years to ensure that a single family will not monopolize power."

The two of them disappeared and watched the changes in the mortal world and Shinto.

The rain, air, drought and flood of heaven and earth are all regulated by Shinto.

There is no such thing as natural regulation in this world, and the bad places will always be bad, and they will get worse and worse.

Shinto requires constant adjustment of the environment in order to form a place for people to live in.

Tang Ping looked up at the sky, and the Ziwei Emperor Star in the sky flickered, as if there was life.

Suddenly, Tang Ping understood Ziwei's whimsy.

The starlight in the sky can detect changes in the territory of the gods, where rainfall is needed, where waterlogging is needed, and where the earth qi needs to be regulated, the news will be transmitted from the Jade Mountains to other places, and the Shinto will be governed from top to bottom.

In just two hundred years, Ziwei has done a good job.

The two walked stealthily on the street, and even if others passed by, they would unconsciously avoid it.

"Haha, the disciples of the White Dragon Martial Arts are nothing more than that."

One person flew over, leaping more than ten zhang in one step, and the red blood formed a fierce tiger.

He punched in the air, and the crimson energy was punched out of the air.

Rumble!

The plaque of the gatehouse twenty zhang away was smashed to pieces.

"Huh? Is this martial arts? Tang Ping was a little surprised, this bearded man's hand-to-hand combat ability was no less than that of a Qi Refining Cultivator.

This move seemed to stab a hornet's nest, and a group of disciples dressed in white ran out with weapons in hand.

"What a big dog's guts, you dare to provoke my White Dragon Martial Dao, and you still don't kneel down and die!"

"Haha, I've achieved great things, so why should I be afraid of it?"

The bearded man struck out one after another, and the disciples of the White Dragon Martial Arts were dead, injured, and had no power to fight back.

"Do you remember the boy surnamed Bai two hundred years ago?"

"I'm a little impressed."

Tang Ping vaguely remembered that there was such a person, when the two sisters Harlequin and Xiaoming created a method suitable for mortals to cultivate qi and blood, which is the so-called martial arts, and this exercise was given to that kid.

Martial arts cultivation to the highest depth, can have the combat effectiveness of the Qi training period, and a lifespan of less than one hundred and fifty years.

"I remember that kid has a blood feud, what? Revenge? ”

"One hundred and eighty years ago, he took revenge, this person created the White Dragon Martial Arts, taught many disciples, and these disciples spread out their branches and leaves, and derived the White Tiger, Eagle Claw, Guancang Sea, Kaishan and other sects."

One hundred and twenty years ago, the White Xuanwu Saint of the White Dragon Martial Dao died, and in less than ten years, the sect quickly corrupted and became a local tyrant.

Because the gods are hidden, martial arts is the main force in the world to resist demons, the status of the warrior is transcendent, the white dragon family has a great cause, and the people have become domineering, so naturally the evil thing of bullying men and women is indispensable.

Today's bearded guest who seeks revenge is one of the enemies of the White Dragon Gate.

"Those who kill are always killed, but it is just a cycle of cause and effect."

Tang Ping shook his head and stopped paying attention to these things.

It makes sense that more than 100 years ago he took revenge, and more than 100 years later, others will come to take revenge.

I never imagined that martial arts would develop so rapidly two hundred years later.

There should be a lot of Fang Xiandao's handwriting.

At this moment, a light flew from the sky, invisible to the naked eye.

"The Harlequin is back."

Tang Ping said that the harlequin should have a harvest, so she will come back.

(End of chapter)