Gan Ping jumped, he walked in this soil for several days, and he didn't see half a ghost shadow in the dark, and he couldn't help but appear with this crescent halberd and went straight to the door in front of him, how could he not be surprised. Hurriedly dodged his face, and the small halberd swept through the side of Gan Ping's face, cutting off several black hairs on Gan Ping's sideburns. Shocked, is there still someone here who sneaks up on him?

The treasure light flickered, and Gan Ping realized that the small crescent halberd turned out to be a mysterious soldier inserted diagonally in the soil, and it was not used by anyone. It was only by breaking through the dirt that it was exposed, and that almost hurt himself. Looking at this cold light flickering Xuanbing, Gan Ping was overjoyed, it was obvious that there must be a monk trapped in the soil here, but he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Gently pulling out the small halberd, Gan Ping's heart sank slightly, it was actually a fourth-grade Xuan soldier, but there was no remnant of divine thoughts in it, it was obviously an ownerless thing. Looking around, Gan Ping identified a direction, and the treasure light flickered through the dirt.

Within a few steps, a corner of the garment flashed out of the cracked soil in front of him. Gan Ping was overjoyed, and hurriedly and carefully parted your head to show the monk in front of you. Struggling to hold up some space, Ganping's treasure light brought the monk's remains into the spotlight. This monk was dressed in black, with a bun on his head, and his clothes were simple, but with Gan Ping's experience, he couldn't tell what sect it was. What frightened Gan Ping the most was that the monk's eyes were bulging, his skin was covered with bones, his palms were like chicken feet, and his fingernails were full of dirt between his mouth and nose, and it was obvious that he had struggled before he died.

Grabbing the storage bag on the corpse, Gan Ping's face was even more ugly, as he expected, there were a lot of magic weapons in the monk's storage bag, the Xuanbing Dao Law Books, but the spiritual stone pills necessary for American monks were not enough. Obviously, the monk was trapped here, suffered for an unknown number of years, and finally died of lack of aura. I don't know what kind of cultivation this monk did before he died, people die like lights go out, and what is left behind is just a skin.

If you are not in the mood to carefully check the harvest in the storage bag, and without the spirit stone elixir, even if you give yourself an immortal weapon, it will be difficult to escape in the end. Gan Ping pointed his hand, and a sword light slashed out, and a crack appeared under his feet, putting the monk's body inside. Gan Ping didn't plan to explore this, just now he had already found that the more down, the greater the pressure, and the more True Yuan mana was consumed, if he insisted on it, some of his snack pills would not be able to support it for a few days.

After experiencing this encounter, Gan Ping had already made a decision in his heart, if he was lucky enough to escape in the future, he would always fill his storage ring with spirit stones and elixirs in case of emergency. Dispersed the treasure light around his body, put the shield into the ring, and without the shield of this treasure light, the surrounding soil suddenly squeezed over from all directions, squeezing Gan Ping in it. The fire on his shoulder screamed in dissatisfaction, and a punch broke the dirt in front of him.

Seeing the tragic death of the cultivator, Gan Ping's Dao heart was also slightly shaken, maybe a few years later, he would die so miserably, how sad it was. Sighing, Gan Ping swung his sword violently, as if to vent all his resentment in this sword, split a long crack, and continued to rush forward. I'm not willing to die here, there will always be a day when I can get out.

Seven days passed, and Gan Ping found the corpse of a cultivator during this period, but unfortunately there was nothing on this corpse, and it was obvious that someone had taken the lead and searched it, but I don't know whether this previous person escaped alive or Ye died tragically here. Gan Ping's body has collapsed to the extreme, and the whole person seems to be full of contributions, and if you add more force, it will break. Fortunately, the essence blood absorbed by the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife that day was not all refined by Gan Ping, and the pure essence blood power would be emitted from the knife every day to make up for Gan Ping's physical consumption, which also made Gan Ping, who was worried about the lack of spirit stones, breathe a sigh of relief.

This is from Feng Xingyuan's essence blood power is quite huge, if it goes on like this, if you save a little, it can support about half a year, and at that time, all this essence blood will be refined, and the strength of your body will be raised to a higher level again, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune. After burying the pitiful remains again, Gan Ping once again embarked on the road of survival. This cultivator is different from the Wu clan, even if the person in the unhindered middle age dies, he is also physically strong, and can be refined into a puppet, even if it is a remnant body, it can also be refined into the essence blood of the witch god, which is only used as a strengthening body, but the body of the cultivator, if it is not a master of the Mahayana realm, it has been cultivated into the existence of a golden body, and the aura is no different from ordinary people after being dispersed. So don't worry about people salivating.

Gan Ping swung his sword forward with a heavy heart, because the abdomen of the corpse just now had a fist-sized damage, it was obvious that this senior had suffered a shameless loot after Zhenyuan died of exhaustion, and even the golden pill in his body was taken away. This also kicked Gan Ping up to the moment, originally he thought that he could meet one or two monks, and then they would break down the barrier together, but now it seems that this move is indeed inappropriate.

Most of the monks trapped here were red-eyed, the people who died here were all killed by the exhaustion of spirit stones, and there was no oil or water to fish at all, and the precious magic weapon Xuanbing on weekdays was like garbage here. After all, only living is real, and no matter how much of the super-level magic weapon you are all over, there will eventually be a day when your spiritual power is exhausted and you die. Therefore, if you encounter a living person, the opponent's realm is lower than your own, then you will kill it with all your might, seize the spirit stone pill on the opponent's body, and maintain your own life.

A cultivator of his own status, in this narrow and ineffective place, encountering a high-level monk, there is only one way to die. Gan Ping's enthusiasm for meeting people has long been extinguished by the cold reality, and all that remains is deep fear and vigilance.

Pinching his fingers, he has been trapped in this underground for nearly a month, if according to the ratio between here and the outside world, it has not even been half a day outside, Gan Ping stretched his body, letting the endless power of the earth squeeze his body. For many days, he had become accustomed to acting under this oppression, and he had been squeezed by this tremendous force all the time. Huo'er also clung to Gan Ping's shoulder in frustration, and let the dirt surround him like his master.

After a month of breaking through the soil layer, moving forward, and then being squeezed, it was broken. The mechanical movements had exhausted Gan Ping's mind, and what made him even more depressed was the boundless darkness and silence, if it weren't for the fire beside him, maybe he would have gone crazy. However, this month's hard work was not in vain, Gan Ping in the dark was like a piece of fine iron, tempered like steel by daily extrusion. That Ling Meng's killing sword was also extremely thorough, and the fierce sword qi and violent aura all over his body made him look dangerous.

That day, the essence blood power absorbed from the Demon Blood God Sword had been refined by him, and this huge essence blood power was refined in himself, making Gan Ping's already strong physical strength to a higher level.

Two thousand six hundred stones, this is an existence that a disciple of the condensation realm can only look up to, a master at the peak of the liquid, and the strength of his physical body is only about three thousand stones. In other words, the current Gan Ping can ignore any monk below the Jindan realm with the strength of his physical body and the sturdiness of the true dragon scale armor. If it weren't for this month of almost torturous penance, if it weren't for the month of sleepless and exhausting all his strength to refine the essence and blood, Gan Ping would not have reached such a point.

Gan lay quietly in the soil, slowly recuperating, he was too tired and needed to rest. However, just as Gan Ping was about to fall into an endless silence, there was a faint moan in his ears, and the voice was weak and weak, as if he was about to die. A spirit, Gan Ping opened his eyes, and the mountain sword stirred up a sword light at will, heading in the direction where the voice came.

This month, Gan Ping also came across the corpses of many monks, and there were more or less harvests, but he did not see any living creatures. As soon as this voice entered his ears, Gan Ping immediately became excited, and he heard it like a fairy music when he hadn't seen anyone for more than a month. Regardless of whether it was dangerous or not, the sword flower rolled in the direction of the worry-free.