"Undercurrents are surging in the underworld. Remember not to fight. According to the conventions of novels, if you fight the small one, you will definitely get the big one. There is no end. If you are not absolutely sure, it is better not to take action easily."

Tang Ping thought secretly.

It’s still a joy to practice, and the feeling of watching myself gradually become stronger cannot be described in words.

A year and a half passed like this.

During this period, Tang Ping planted five more orchids.

At this point, the number of plants planted has reached the limit of this shady soil.

This day, daytime.

The gray sun hangs high, and the sky remains gray for thousands of years.

Under the banyan tree, the gods in black practice.

The half mile of shade is like a canopy, protecting him from the rain and like an emperor's carriage.

Dark yin energy surrounds his body, and the roots of the banyan tree block the outside world.

The black and white divine patterns on the Tang Dynasty plane become more and more real.

Wow!

A dark crack opened between the eyebrows, and in the center of the crack was a round blue light, like an eyeball.

Underground Lord Dharma Eye (1/2000) (Perfect) (I wrote it wrong before, Dacheng wrote it as Perfect, now it is Perfect)

The world in front of us became clear again, more light appeared, and the essence of heaven and earth once again differentiated into many colors and types.

When he focused his eyes on the frog.

"Huh?"

I actually sensed that the strength of the frog was slightly stronger than the ghost soldiers, but not as strong as the evil spirits.

The more important thing is to be able to see the heels.

"Nudeworm, metamorphosis."

Ten categories and four lives.

Gods, humans and ghosts in heaven and earth, Ying Lin, Feather and Kun.
Chapter completed!