Yin Qi adheres to the body surface, slowly squirms, and slowly integrates into one's own body.

The blue-gray translucent skin becomes 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 its body may be human, but its body shape has been changed because of the evil spirit.

Ghosts are the most like normal people. As you go up, the ghosts and monsters become more and more weird because of their practice.

Two bottles of spiritual water and a pair of 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 exhaled.

This process took three years.

It's slower than I thought.

The Yin Qi in the body can no longer be described in terms of size, it is 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 is 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 practice 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

Category: ghost, metamorphosis

Realm: Third level of underground master, middle stage of evil spirits

Lifespan: one hundred and fifty years.

Underworld Deed: Maohou Tree Deed. Maotu Deed. (Not opened)

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.

With the continued success of the Yin Gathering Technique, the quantity has almost doubled.

It would take six years to practice two things a day.

This is something Tang Ping did not expect.

The life span has been increased by another thirty years.

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 life span 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, and 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 rules.

"This time I will test whether the world can be concluded."

Tang Ping thought.

In fact, there is a better choice.

That is the dojo where ghosts and monsters are bound to each other.

But the difficulty is very high. It takes time to conclude a dark contract. If it is long, it will be calculated in hours, and if it is short, it will be calculated in quarters.

There will be certain fluctuations in the middle. No one will notice this in the wilderness, but next to others, 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.

Over the past year or so, I have experienced another sacrifice, 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.

Eyebrows are faintly formed on the surface of the magic beans from the Western Regions.

"The magic beans of the Western Regions..."

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 is 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 work hard and foolishly create benefits for others.

This will only create more work for others to do.

The real way to play is 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, they are not enough to recoup their capital.

Of course, it is impossible for Tang Ping to do this.

He specified that he wanted Zuo Zongzi to repay his capital and make a small profit. As for the big head, he must be his.

Tang Ping thought while weeding weeds.

Wow...

The breeze blows and the branches rustle.

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.

"No rush."

Tang Ping saw all this in his eyes, and a strange smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Rat spirit...black wood ghost...

The frog shivered and jumped away immediately.

This weird smile comes out again, what a scary human being.

Deadwood Ridge.

Painted Palace.

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

The mouse spirit knelt in front of him and returned to life.
To be continued...