"The Huanlong clan has a great gas-eating demon..." Zhang Cong shared the information he had obtained.

"Is this serious?"

"Seriously."

Xiong Ying looked solemn, then stood up, his strong body seemed to touch the roof.

"Man'er!" Xiong Ying shouted.

Bang!

The door opened with a bang, and a young man who was equally strong and somewhat similar to Xiong Ying walked in.

This person's name is Xiong Man, the third son of Xiong Ying. He was born with a strange phenomenon and possesses the ability to control flames like his ancestor Zhu Rong, and has the ability to swallow flames and become stronger.

"How many warriors does the tribe have?"

"Two thousand, my clan has 20,000 people. If we don't count the cost, we can have 8,000."

Xiong Man said.

"Okay, the big demon has just broken through, and he probably won't be able to recover. We'll take advantage of it early tomorrow morning."

Meishan.

A handsome young man prances and jumps in the forest like a cheetah.

His head was wrapped in red cloth, he was wearing tiger skin clothing, and his pupils were blue.

Carrying a bow and arrow on his waist.

The moment this man appeared, hundreds of beasts ran after him with great momentum.

Behind him, there is also a red-skinned tree man dressed as a hunter.

"Young Master, there is a situation there!!"

Dark shadows squirmed in the dense forest, branches swished and leaves fell one after another.

The shade of the trees blocks out the sunlight, making it look like evening below.

Wow!

Suddenly a huge thing emerged from the shade of a tree three feet tall.

This is a five-foot-long python.

The dark scales, the green pupils, the bright red mouth opened, and the fishy saliva dripped down.

The lower body is wrapped around the tree trunk, blocking the crowd.

"Stop!"

Wulang didn't panic and took off the bow and arrow from his back.

Whoosh!

One arrow hit the python in the eye.

"Hiss!"

The giant python was in pain and rolled all over the ground.

Zhang Wulang untied the gourd from his waist, poured out some herbs, and applied them to the bow and arrow.

Whoosh!

Five shots in a row.

Bang bang bang...

An arrow nailed the vital part of the giant python.

The giant python struggled for a long time and gradually lost its movement.

Zhang Wulang still didn't finish his thoughts, so he shot an arrow into the sky without even looking.

Bang!

After a long time, a flying bird landed.

Wow!

Everyone was immediately shocked.

"Young Master is mighty!!"

Zhang Kagoro.

A pair of yin and yang eyes can see through the miasma of yin and poison in the forest. He is naturally psychic to all animals and knows the properties of medicine.

He is the first person since the Zhang family established the path of cultivation.

His cultivation is in the middle stage of feeding, and he is on par with his parents.

Thump thump thump...

A white dove flew over and landed on Zhang Wulang's shoulder.

This is the flying pigeon message he created.

"Let's go! Rush to the bottom of the mountain to help!"

Zhang Wulang took the lead, ignoring the giant python's body.

……

After twenty years of hard work.

The yin soil broke through 180 feet, and the banyan trees covered two miles and grew to 30 meters in height. The pool expanded to a radius of 120 feet.

One hundred and fifty Shui Tribe.

One hundred and twenty ghost soldiers.

The number of lonely ghosts in the clan reaches two hundred.

Due to the heavy consumption of Tang Ping's training in recent years, the number of sailors has been unable to increase.

Under the shade of two miles of trees, there are many wooden houses.

In front of the house

Inside the largest wooden house.

A man is sitting cross-legged. His body is the same as that of a living person, but with a little pale color.

The black and white markings on Tang Ping's face did not dissipate, but became more real.

Wow!

Suddenly, Tang Ping opened his eyes, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened at the same time.

The pupils are a strange light golden color.

Whoa!

Tang Ping's figure soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

……

Night.

There are no clouds in the sky, and the stars are shining over the moon.

The dazzling purple star hangs in the sky, high above, overlooking everything.

The merchants of Dayi said that this was the God who ruled over everything.

People in the Western Zhou Dynasty said this was Haotian.

People in the Central Plains say it is Fuxi, the Yellow Emperor.

The tribes in the south say this is Taiyi.

From time to time, a light flashed in the sky, and there seemed to be creatures in the atmosphere, like birds, and like strange phenomena in the sky and earth.

A figure stands in mid-air, three feet under the shade of a tree.

His body surface is covered with a layer of faint yellow light, the light flows and is very mysterious.

This was the first time that Tang Ping experienced the world from a more realistic perspective, rather than being protected by Yin Qi, like a fish in a tank observing the world through a layer of obstacles.

The ubiquitous green wind rubs the body surface with the evil spirit of Jiuyou Huangquan.

The warmth of the stars, the coolness of the bright moon, the earth atmosphere in the mountains, and the wood atmosphere in the forest.

There is also the looming sanctity above the sky.

The scenes here all show the greatness and vastness of this world.

How terrifying it must be for a Dayi merchant to sit in the middle of heaven and earth and rule over all beings.

Each generation of lord is like the sun, its light shines all over the world, and its reputation spreads all over the five mountains. The great witch is the sword in his hand, and the chariot is the weapon to open up the wilderness.
To be continued...