"Ahem, I'll think about it, or I can hide."

"Hide? You can only survive."

Cultivation requires a lot of resources, especially ghosts. Every step is to compete with the sky for life. The life span itself is not enough. If you hide anymore, you can only hide in one place and grow old slowly.

"Haha, let's take a step and see."

Tang Ping thought that he still had more than a thousand years to live, and with the new skills he would learn in the future, he might be able to live for another thousand years, not to mention the lifespan brought about by breaking through the realm.

Rounding up equals infinity.

There is also the increase in strength brought about by the expansion of Yin soil.

Within the territorial scope, Tang Ping can kill people across large realms.

As long as he breaks through Yin Shen, he will have the fighting power to fight against the immortals on the territory.

So there is no rush at all.

After a while, Tang Ping got up.

"I'll take my leave first. Thank you so much for your hospitality."

"good."

Yun Zhongjun waved his hand.

Wow!

The smoke disappeared, and the dragon chariot suddenly disappeared, leaving only Tang Ping alone. The clouds supported his body, protecting him from the strong wind outside.

"Haha, I'll go too!"

Tang Ping summoned the tiger cart and prepared to return to Qunyu Mountain.

The sea of ​​clouds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is retreating rapidly.

Tang Ping frowned and thought.

The two of them didn't talk too deeply, and Yun Zhongjun didn't say anything about Yun Mengze.

"Don't take refuge in anyone, just develop your own power."

Tang Ping lived a long life.

A life span of two thousand and two hundred years is enough to kill a generation of human immortal emperors.

In the future, if you live a little longer and survive two or three generations, you will basically rule the world for yourself.

Day and night are too dangerous, just fight for ten thousand years.

King Wu defeated Zhou, King Ping moved eastward, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States, a hundred schools of thought contended... so many historical nodes have not yet happened. Compared with the grand events in the future, these things now are nothing.

Tang Ping's eyes flashed and he thought: "The future will definitely be a world of Shinto. No matter how many heroes compete with you, the vicissitudes of time will bring everything to nothing."

To put it simply, the future is mine.

"With one hundred thousand points of proficiency and a sufficient supply of Gang Qi, it will take at least two hundred and fifty years. During this period, you may be able to do some side jobs and arrange some things."

The side job of elixirs is good. If you practice to a very high level, one elixir can help people break through bottlenecks or create a genius.

The level of alchemy in this era is very poor. Side effects are the norm, sequelae are a high probability, poisoning people is a small probability event, and only a handful of people have perfect elixirs.

Return to Qunyu Mountain.

Tang Ping entered Wuya Palace.

The door slowly closed, and the room became dark. The empty Wuya Palace looked extremely eerie. Fortunately, Tang Ping himself was a ghost, otherwise it would have felt a bit creepy.

The 18 deep sea shark lanterns on the red copper wood were automatically lit, and the hall was as bright as daytime.

He took out the Gang Qi to absorb it, practiced a certain skill, and then opened fire to refine the elixir. The elixir gradually took shape in the cauldron.

When he had nothing to do, he would make elixirs. elixirs were hard currency, even harder than so-called ghost money. In some places, ghost money may not be valuable.

The elixir is still a top-grade elixir, so naturally the more the merrier.

When Tang Ping was refining alchemy.

There was a fierce conflict between the Nanlu Kingdom and the Fire Worship Kingdom.

Fire Tree Valley.

Even late at night, the place is still very bright. Thousands of locust-like trees cover the entire valley. They are said to be similar because these trees are burning with flames.

This is a tree of fire.

There is a goat under the tree, its horns burning like candles.

There is a city in the Valley of Fire. The people here are not afraid of flames or heat waves. They are dressed in flame velvet robes. What's more, they control fire goats, or they turn into flames and rush on their way.

This is the residence of the Fire Lantern Clan of the Fire Worshiping Nation.

It was one of the areas under the jurisdiction of Prince Fengxiao back then.

boom!

"kill!!"

A cloud came over the sky.

What followed was a crazy rainstorm. This rain was not like rain, but a black rain of true energy. The rain poured down and most of the flames were extinguished.

Above the dark clouds are a group of strangers with human heads and snake bodies.

"kill!!"

Ten thousand troops from the Nanlu Kingdom came together, and all thirty thousand people in Huoshu Valley, regardless of age or sex, were annihilated.

The fiefdom of Young Master Feng Xiao is Shenzao City, three hundred miles away from Huoshu Valley.

The city is filled with Fire Worshipers with various decorations. The structure of the city is no different from an ordinary city. There is a mound in the center of the city. The mound is square in shape, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. A hollow is dug out in the middle, and you can see the burning fire inside.

raging fire.

Wow!

At this time, the flame flew out and transformed into a young man with red hair and red eyebrows.

This person is Feng Xiao, the Eighth Young Master.

"Everyone to Fire Tree Valley!"

Feng Xiao gave an order, and 30,000 troops marched into Fire Tree Valley. Yes

The guys from Mingzhu Palace dared to attack him. This was an unexpected situation for him. A struggling force in Mingzhu Palace dared to take the initiative.

If it weren't for the mysterious candle-bearing snake, I would have been killed by others long ago.

When the army marches.

The triennial meeting of the Mingzhu Shrine is about to be held.

This time, in the name of finishing the meeting and working together to deal with the Fire Worshipers, Nanluhua set the meeting location in the capital of Nanluhua, outside the mysterious space of Jianxia Ghost City.

South of the river, mountains stand tall, with almost no roads leading outside. But if you look closely, you can see that a three-meter-long hole has been drilled into the peak, leading to the depths of the mountains.

Deep in the mountains is an ancient stone city, with ancient murals painted in oil on the city walls.

It was Tang Ping's first time coming here, and he was accompanied by Wei Hu. He took this opportunity to introduce Wei Hu to everyone.

There are only snake people here. Under the eyes of the snake people looking at aliens, Tang Ping, Wei Hu, and some alien deacons from other races came to the main hall.

Nan Luhua had been waiting here for a long time. He was sitting on the main seat with an arrogant expression, which changed from his usual gentleness.

There are more than 100 people here, and at least 30% of them don't understand that these are not the core members of Nanlu Kingdom.

Many people looked at Tang Ping, wanting to see Tang Ping's embarrassed look, but Tang Ping walked to the middle of the hall with a normal expression, pointed at Wei Hu, and said to everyone: "This is my beloved disciple - Wei Hu.

"

Everyone was very surprised when they looked at this guy with dragon horns. The weirder he looked, the more powerful he was.

boom!

Before anyone could speak, an explosion was heard from the outside, followed by screams and slashing sounds.

"What's going on?"

"Enemy attack!!"

"..."

Nanluhua suddenly stood up and gave an order to everyone, saying: "Nanluqi, Nanlu... lead your people to attack the enemy!"

Nan Luhua took a roll call and obeyed the authority in urgent matters. Everyone no longer cared about who was the leader.

Most of the people in the hall were gone in an instant.

Nan Luhua followed closely behind and set off with the direct descendants of the snake people.

Only Tang Ping and Wei Hu were left here in twos and threes.

"Master, this... seems to be a conspiracy." Wei Hu whispered.
To be continued...