The Yin Qi adheres to the body surface, slowly squirms, and slowly integrates into his body.
The blue-gray translucent skin became more solid.
When you reach the realm of wandering gods and absorb the evil energy of heaven and earth, you will become no different from ordinary people.
Of course, body shape will change due to evil spirits.
For example, centipedes, some water ghosts and fire ghosts.
It looks like a monster, but it may be a human being, but the shape of the body has been changed because of the evil spirit.
Ghosts are the most like normal people. The higher you go, the more bizarre the ghosts become due to their practice of martial arts.
Two bottles of spiritual water and a pair of spiritual elixirs are enough to break through the realm.
After a long time, Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, and the Dharma lines on his face gradually faded away.
"It's finally done!"
Tang Ping breathed out a breath.
This process took three years.
Slower than I thought.
The Yin Qi in the body can no longer be described in terms of size, like a small stream, trickling.
Of course, it's just spinning around in the Dantian.
Ghosts have no meridians and cannot circulate around the world, allowing Yin power to grow naturally.
Even the term Dantian is fictitious, but the location of the yin force in the abdomen looks like Dantian.
If ghosts want to become stronger, they can only calm down and practice.
Most ghosts or monsters have half the result with half the effort due to their meridians.
Even if the cultivation is successful, if there is a little loss here, a little loss there, or a little loss tomorrow, the skill will fade due to the influence of various conditions.
Even Tang Ping, after practicing the sequel, felt that it was too difficult to complete a complete practice.
In the future, as the skills become more advanced, it will probably be common to make progress every two or three days.
Of course, Tang Ping is still confident in his heart.
Because of the existence of Gao Di Ce, the progress of cultivation can only increase but not decrease. Coupled with the long lifespan, it is only a matter of time before one becomes successful.
Tang Ping opened the panel.
Underground owner: Tang Ping
Type: ghost, metamorphosis
Realm: Third level underground master, middle stage evil soul
Lifespan: one hundred and fifty years.
Underworld deed: Maohou tree deed. Maotai Deed. (Unopened)
Supernatural power: Continuing Gathering of Yin (1/4000) (Dacheng)…………
He is still a third-level underground master, and his realm has become the middle stage of evil spirits.
The continued Yin Gathering Technique was completed, and the quantity almost doubled.
It would take six years to practice two things a day.
This was something Tang Ping didn't expect.
Another thirty years were added to life span.
Now the wandering gods in the underworld have basically ruled for more than a hundred years. Tang Ping has consumed more than ten years of his life, and the remaining lifespan is enough to outlast this generation of wandering gods.
"There is one more underworld contract. Next time, I may break through in the late stage of the breakthrough. I will break through after cultivating the late stage to perfection."
That is the realm of wandering gods.
Then in the middle stage of Youshen, there is a next level for Youshen.
Tang Ping probably figured out the pattern.
"This time we will test whether we can make a connection in the underworld."
Tang Ping thought.
There is actually a better option.
That is the dojo where ghosts and ghosts are formed.
But it is very difficult. It takes time to conclude a dark contract. The long time is calculated in hours, and the short time is calculated in quarters.
There will be certain fluctuations in the middle. No one will notice this in the wilderness, but next to people, right under their feet, it is impossible not to notice it.
Tang Ping wants to reject these unsafe factors.
"There are still three to five months until July 15th, and we will see the outcome then."
Tang Ping put away his mind.
Come to the place where the magic beans are grown.
In the past year or so, another sacrifice has been performed, and the Yin soil with the banyan tree as the center has grown another ten feet, becoming five feet of Yin soil.
That is more than sixteen meters.
He looked at this so-called magic bean from the Western Regions.
It may be the bad soil of the Western Regions. In order to save nutrients, this plant has no leaves, just a long reed-like thing.
There is a long, plump pea pod growing on it, which is dark in color.
The earth dragon mobilizes the earth energy below and automatically creates a suitable environment for planting.
Eyes and eyebrows are faintly formed on the surface of the Western Region Magic Bean.
"Western Region Magic Beans..."
This bean matures in three years and bears fruit three times a year. After the last few times, it will wither completely.
There may be a total of fifty-one magic beans out of seventeen.
"Zongzi Zuo has thirty pieces. It's impossible to give them all to you..."
Tang Ping smiled.
When he decided to find someone to invest in this land, he wanted to squeeze more of the investor's principal.
This is a normal operation in modern society. Sometimes the first pot of gold for an entrepreneur is exactly the money of investors.
The most stupid thing is to just work hard and foolishly create benefits for others.
This will only create more work for others to schedule.
The real method was to fool them and let them see the results, but they still almost succeeded.
At the same time, it gives investors a sense of dependence that they cannot do without themselves.
Just one dollar away, just one dollar away, and you can make a lot of money...
Most of these people end up taking advantage of others, and even if they make a small profit, it is not enough to recoup their capital.
Of course, Tang Ping couldn't do this.
He specified that he wanted Zuo Zongzi to get his money back and make a small profit. As for the big head, he would definitely own it.
Tang Ping thought while weeding weeds.
Wow…
The breeze blew and the branches rustled.
In the dark environment, the swaying branches are like demons baring their teeth and claws, infiltrating terror.
There were a few faint green eyes staring in this direction, the emotions hidden in the eyes were difficult to discern, and then quickly disappeared.
"Quack." The frog jumped on his shoulder, as if to remind him.
"Not urgent."
Tang Ping saw all this in his eyes, and a strange smile formed on his lips.
Rat spirit...black wood ghost...
The frog shuddered and jumped away immediately.
This weird smile came out again, what a scary human being.
Deadwood Ridge.
Painted Palace.
He was three feet tall, wearing a black robe, and his dark green pupils showed an evil aura from time to time.
The mouse spirit knelt in front of him and returned to life.
"Don't panic, don't rush to do it, wait until it is about to grow up, then use your escape method to steal, don't let him get the hang of it."
"yes!"
…
In the wooden house, Tang Ping was sitting and practicing, and the black and white patterns of the god's body emerged.
The forces here are about to be reshuffled.
The Tang God is about to die, and for the sake of the rule of the underworld, the stability of the underworld, and the smooth transfer of power, some people must be buried with him.
In addition, there are hidden wandering gods like Old Man Gongsun, as well as hostile feathered forces in the underworld.
Anyway, he is not optimistic about the Zuo family.
Nowadays, many resources are in the hands of aristocratic families, including techniques, seeds, and elixir recipes.
In the future, as one's realm improves, it will become more and more difficult to obtain cultivation resources.
Either join a force or just rely on luck.
This time I contacted Zuo Zongzi to save some money.
This is safer.
It’s July 15th again.
Yangjian.
There are no stars in the dark sky.
Above, the Yin energy envelopes the body of the tree god.
He was high up, overlooking thousands of Bear clan members below.
The green smoke is misty and the singing is bursting.
The ceremony is becoming more formal, which means that a group with a core culture is about to be formed.
Although they are just savages, and they are still stolen beef cattle, they have a vague division of labor and their own culture and consciousness.
Sacrifice and Rong.
All have systems.
Tang Ping vaguely saw the rise of a new country.
"The blue threads of the road open up the mountains and forests. I am the underground master of the underworld, the only priest with the only priesthood, and I live forever. Let me witness the rise of this country."
