Drive a dragon chariot and travel around the world.

He shows up from time to time to arouse the poet's inspiration and the beauty's spring heart.

Tang Shen wanted to have a glimpse of his true face, but except for poets and beauties who saw him in their dreams, no other cultivators had ever heard of seeing Yun Zhongjun’s true face.

Ordinary cultivators simply cannot resist the Nine Heavens Gang Wind.

You haven’t seen this scene for decades, right?

Tang Shen's eyes were filled with fighting spirit and he stood up suddenly.

Maybe this is a revelation from God.

Let him, the shooting star of the Zuo family, burst out with his final light.

"Die with me, Yu Qing!"

……

Underwater Palace.

When Yun Zhongjun rarely traveled and caused a sensation in the world, Tang Ping continued to practice as usual.

Continuing the Art of Gathering Yin (3401/3500) (Dacheng)

At two o'clock a day, after several years of practice, there are only less than fifty days left before the final stage of Evil Soul.

As the last bit of proficiency increased today, Tang Ping ended all practice.

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Water control technique, Yin-continuing gathering technique, and essence turning into snake.

It took a total of three hours to practice.

Tang Ping stood up and stretched.

It’s not boring to be underwater.

The eight-foot-wide water bottom is still a bit more spacious than the small house in the previous life.

Frogs train aquariums in the water above.

"Hey, has this guy grown a little bigger?"

Tang Ping thought.

It used to be about the size of a palm, but now it is bigger than a palm, and the body shape is much rounder.

The frogs have a decent military parade, and it really looks like that.

"Huh?"

Tang Ping suddenly sensed something at this moment, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Under the banyan tree, black fire was burning, and the flames spread from the beards to all sides.

In the sea of ​​fire, a pitch-black skull fell to the ground, with green fire swaying in its eye sockets.

Opposite is Cui Yue, whose figure is illusory, flickering, and about to lose her soul in the next second.

"Jie Jie, did you bully me into being seriously injured? I still have the last bit of my strength left." Hei Mugui smiled jeeringly.

"Damn..."

Cui Yue coughed several times, hurting her roots, and she would definitely die.

She did not expect that she would die here today after struggling for many years.

It's ridiculous to die in this way after struggling for the first half of my life to gain some vigor and vitality.

I couldn't die when I wanted to, but fell on the road to a bright future... What a pity.

Cui Yue's consciousness gradually blurred.

The realm has fallen to the ghost.

"This place is not bad. If you hide it for more than ten years, you should be able to recover." Hei Mugui said with a smile.

"This is my territory, have you asked me for my opinion?"

At this time, a man's voice came from behind.

The two ghosts turned their heads and looked over, and their hearts were suddenly shaken.

"Who are you?" Black Wood Ghost exclaimed.

"Old friend, two thousand stones in the grave!"

Whoa!

The Ghost Head Sword flew through the air and penetrated the Black Wood Ghost's head. A fireball exploded and corroded the head.

Dozens of earth snakes emerged from the ground and ate up the remaining residue.
Chapter completed!