In the dark underworld, a strange thunder light flickered. If you look carefully, you can find that there are ghosts in the thunder light, as if there are countless resentments hidden in the thunder light.

Naturally, everything that happened in the Yin division cannot be concealed from Yan Luo. At the moment, Yan Luo is sitting on his stone stool and Rao is interested in observing Wang Zheng's cultivation.

"Is this the way of cultivating the bright side?" in fact, there is no problem of cultivating or not cultivating on the shadow side. Most of the dark races here are innate strong and don't need the cultivation after tomorrow. His powerful existence doesn't need cultivation at all. He has decided that he is the master of the Yin Division since their birth.

So when he first saw Wang Zheng's strange cultivation methods, he became addicted. He kept staring at Wang Zheng's cultivation methods and occasionally imitated Wang Zheng's cultivation, but he just imitated Wang Zheng's sitting posture. He still didn't learn the essence of exhaling Reiki and refining ghost Qi, so he became angry again and again.

"Soon this strange cultivation method will also belong to me." although Yan Luo is greedy, he can feel that Wang Zheng has not become his own ghost puppet, so he can only endure temporarily.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that what Wang Zheng was doing now was refining his ghost spirit in the king's regime. Wang Zheng thought that this original ghost spirit didn't have much power, but it was obvious that Wang Zheng overestimated Yan Luo's ability. Although Yan Luo was the master of the underworld, it was not different from those savage dark races. The use of ghost spirit was really terrible, The ghost spirit planted in the king's regime is far more than the king's imagination.

After a long time, Wang Zheng said in a deep voice to the little emperor, "little emperor, think about how we can get away. It's not easy for this guy to keep staring and want to run."

"Simple, remember the avatar used by the bird man before. As long as you can learn the avatar, you can leave here easily."

"Incarnation outside the body." Wang Zheng's teeth hurt when he heard the incarnation outside the body. The incarnation outside the body is worth three merit cards. He managed to get the merit card in his hand and empty it again.

The little emperor knew that Wang Zheng was distressed and said indifferently, "death is still a merit card. You can choose for yourself."

"Exchange the avatar!" Wang Zheng did not hesitate to exchange the avatar directly from the system.

Since he started to trigger advanced missions, he had the right to exchange and learn spells. However, the prices of those spells became more and more numbing, so Wang Zheng didn't care too much. He didn't expect to exchange spells now.

"The avatar outside the body is divided into three layers. What you exchange now is the first layer. After mastering it, you can turn into two avatars. This Avatar has no ability to attack, and can only last for an hour and a half."

"Pit father, I'm stunned by this broken effect. I want three merit cards!" Wang Zheng's teeth are itching with hate. It's really too dark. It's OK to say that the separated body from the external identity can be attacked, but it can only be used as a shadow. It's really a loss.

"Pit? You don't look at the effect of the second two layers. When you reach the third layer, you can even turn into three real avatars. You have your own consciousness, ideas and 70% of the power of the noumenon. As long as you don't die, you won't disappear. Imagine that when you become the God Emperor, even if only 70% of the power of the three avatars turns out to surpass the Jade Emperor and Yanluo."

Wang Zheng sneered. The God Emperor didn't know anything about his cultivation. What's more, the outer incarnation on the second floor needed 21 merit cards, and the third floor didn't give a price.

Tucao's affair was temporarily pushed back, and Wang Zheng began to make complaints about the final demotion.

More and more ghost Qi was refined into Wang Zheng's body. Wang Zheng's yin-yang Qi was like boiling hot water. The heat emitted made Wang Zheng's body start to heat. The ghosts around felt that the heat was dispersing around one after another. In this shadow, the flame meant divine punishment, so it has a great deterrent ability to the soul.

Yan Luo was also shocked to see the flame emitted by Wang Zheng. Divine punishment is the power of criminal law of human will. Wang Zheng, a bright creature, can emit flame!

"What's the situation!" Wang Zheng's current state is very bad. The yin-yang Qi is like eating some expired spring brothers. He keeps running amok in his body. Wang Zheng's viscera are constantly injured by the impact, and then he recovers from being moistened by the yin-yang Qi. That feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Xiaodi, what's going on?" Wang Zheng called Xiaodi in his mind.

The little emperor also saw such a situation for the first time. After a long time, he looked at Wang Zheng and said in a deep voice: "I guess it should be the reason for the different laws."

"Explain clearly!"

"The shadow side and the light side are two completely different laws. The Yin and Yang Qi in your body itself represents the law of the light side. Now you suddenly absorb such a huge shadow side ghost Qi, and the two laws conflict."

"What's the solution?" Wang Zheng is not in the mood to understand the cause of the yin-yang Qi riots. He just wants to know how to solve it. The yin-yang Qi constantly destroys his body and even expands continuously. Even if he is destroyed by the yin-yang Qi, his body will be powdered by the final explosion of the yin-yang Qi.

"I don't know." the little emperor answered quite quickly this time, and Wang Zheng was stunned.

"MMP, you can solve the ghost gas you said. Now you say you don't know. Tease me!"

"I ignored the difference between the two laws before. Why don't you try to appease Yin and Yang? If you can appease them, maybe you can become the first God Emperor in history to integrate two different laws." the little emperor was a little nervous when he spoke. If Wang Zheng really died here, This means that as long as there is no miracle, he will take root in this damn shadow.

Wang Zhenggang was about to curse his mother. His face suddenly turned pale and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

In the distant Yanluo hall, seeing Wang Zheng spitting blood, Yanluo said to himself suspiciously, "what's the situation? Will he spit blood when he practices?"

Yan Luo never thought that Wang Zheng was on the verge of death. He planted the ghost gas in the king's regime. If Wang Zheng was in danger of life, he would remind him. But now there was no movement in the ghost gas, and he tacitly accepted that Wang Zheng was all right. Who knows that his ghost gas has been digested by Wang Zheng.

"Well, it must be his strange cultivation methods that need to spit some blood. If I practiced his skills in the future, would I also face the problem of spitting blood?" I have to admire Yan Luo's big brain hole here. He actually regarded Wang Zheng's spitting blood as his daily practice.

"When practicing in the future, we must prepare a container to put all the king's blood into it. At least the king is also the master of Yinsi. The king's blood is the best tonic in the world. If it is swallowed by other ghosts, it will be a loss!"

When Yan Luo was thinking about what to use to hold his vomited blood, the yin-yang Qi in the king's regime had expanded to a terrible degree. At the moment, Wang Zheng had completely lost control of the yin-yang Qi.