"Don't panic, don't rush to do it, wait until you are about to grow up, and 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, such as exercises, seeds, and elixirs.

In the future, as your realm improves, it will become more and more difficult to obtain cultivation resources.

Either join a force or rely on luck.

This time I contacted Zuo Zongzi to save some money.

This is safer.

It’s July 15th again.

Yang Jian.

There are no stars in the dark sky.

Above, Yin Qi wraps the body of the tree god.

He was high up, overlooking thousands of Xiong clan members below.

The smoke is misty and the singing is bursting.

The ceremony is becoming more formal, which means that an ethnic group with a core culture is about to be formed.

Although they are just savages, and they are still stolen beef cattle, there is a vague division of labor, and they have their own culture and consciousness.

Sacrifice and Rong.

All have systems.

Tang Ping vaguely saw the rise of a new country.
Chapter completed!