Having made up his mind to use this unruly Silent Extinction True Flame as free labor, Gan Ping was relieved, and raised his eyes to see that the remnants of the witch god in mid-air had been completely smelted, leaving only a dozen drops of dark golden essence blood floating in the air, no matter how the flame licked it, it could not be reduced by half a point. Squinting his eyes slightly, Gan Ping was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this witch god's remnant body contained so much witch god essence blood, and there were as many as nineteen drops of dark golden liquid suspended in mid-air, if you add the one drop he had refined before, I'm afraid there would be twenty drops?

I don't know where this Bu Yizhen went in this witch tomb, and he doesn't know anything in that Yunzhijian, if he can also find the place where the witch god fell, and find a few pieces of the witch god's body, then it will be developed, don't say that this essence blood is worth geometrically in the outside world, that is, the effect that can increase the condensation of Shou Yuan's body is enough to make those Yuanying monks who have failed to impact the realm of the Yuan God rush to it, and they will not hesitate to go bankrupt. Of course, how can such a sharp weapon be given to someone to give a handle? Of course, Gan Ping will not take it out and sell it, leaving some for his own application, and the rest can be brought back to the sect to honor his master, and at that time, he can't say that there will be several more Yuanshen masters behind him as backers.

Gan Ping is not a fool, the things in the sect are not unknown, although under the strong suppression of the master and uncle, the sect is temporarily calm, but it is still turbulent, the Shen family plans to pass on the identity of their own disciples, as well as the people who track themselves, these are all remembered by Gan Ping one by one. It's just that his previous cultivation was low, and he was soft-spoken, even if he knew some things, he was helpless, but now, he ·····

Gan Ping clenched his fists slightly, now he has the least self-protection power, the Shen family, the Li family, and the Leng family, if you have any other thoughts about me, I can't say that I will have to fight at that time. Previously, Ling'er was included in the door by the silent master, and when the Mixed Yuan Cave Wen Lei Chi was forbidden to receive thunder water forging body, Gan Ping already had an idea in his heart. Since there are many mortals living at the foot of Yulong Mountain, why can't the villagers of Majiaji come? When Ling'er wakes up, it will be disappointing if he can't see his relatives by his side.

Now that the marriage contract has been made, he has to take on the responsibility of this man, if he makes his own woman sad, then Gan Ping will be in vain. He had secretly decided that after going out from here and establishing his identity as a true disciple, he would go down the mountain to practice, and then bring all the relatives of Ma Jiaji back to this blessed land of the Immortal Mountain to avoid the suffering of the world. After all, at least he has already mastered a peak alone, if the children of Ma Jiaji have good qualifications, they may as well include them in the mountains and lead them to the immortal path.

But although the abacus is good, but he will eventually have many difficulties to overcome, on top of the sect ceremony, the Shen family will definitely refuse to give up, and the establishment of this personal disciple is also difficult, this title is not good. And listening to the tone of his master, it seems that there are people from other sects who come to watch the ceremony, called the ceremony, as for what kind of deed, it is worth playing.

With a cold smile, Gan Ping suppressed his thoughts, the most important thing in front of him was to subdue this Silent True Flame, and then go out of this witch tomb, these things will be known after he returns to the mountain. With a move of his hand, the nineteen drops of witch essence blood that were dripping and spinning in the air flew towards him, took out a bronze bottle, and carefully put away these essence blood, this is a very useful thing, be careful.

After putting away the essence blood, Gan Ping's eyes looked at the innate Silent True Flame again, although refining the remnants of this witch god consumed quite a lot of firepower, coupled with the fire constantly absorbing fire on the side, the power of this Silent True Flame had dropped by a few points again, but Gan Ping could already feel that the unruly spiritual consciousness in the center of the spark was beating wildly, and bursts of irritable breath kept coming, and your violent feeling was enough to burn the heavens and the earth. Frowning, Gan Ping smiled again, not afraid of your fierceness, but afraid that you will have no hard work if you have no strength.

With a wave of his hand, a black light hovered above the Silence True Flame under the absorption of mana, Gan Ping's mind turned, and with the control of the Great Sumeru Spiritual Light Cup, he violently urged the Silence True Flame in it, and the fire surged more than half a foot again, engulfing the short blade in the air. What was smelted in the fire was the strange witchcraft that Gan Ping had come before, an unknown but unusually sharp short blade.

This short blade is really a bit terrifying, and the Guiyuan Immortal Mountain Diagram with the immortal weapon as the main body was broken by it with one blow, severely damaging the Yuan Spirit in the weapon. It's a pity that although the power is amazing, it is a witch weapon, Gan Ping can't apply it at will, the best way is to use it as the body of the Blood God Knife, and integrate the ruthlessness of the Blood God Knife with the sharpness of this witch weapon, Gan Ping believes that by then he has a knife in his hand, even if he is a master of Yuanying, he will dare to fight.

It's just that this short blade doesn't know what kind of thing it is forged for, it is extremely solid and impermeable, and even the Dao light of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife cannot penetrate into it, it is obvious that if you want this Blood Transformation Divine Knife to enter it and use it as a shell, it must be refined. Previously, Gan Ping thought to himself that there was no strong flame to melt the body of this short blade, after all, such a solid thing is rare in the world, even if it is placed in the sect's earth fire smelting for a hundred years, I am afraid it will not be able to melt a little.

Unexpectedly, seeing that he had encountered this world-famous fierce flame, how could Gan Ping let go of this good opportunity? Since neither could be used by himself, then he would use the spear of the other and the shield of the other, and let these two unruly fellows fight to see who could win whom. Gan Ping, who had made up his mind, urged the Silent True Flame in his dream, and under the control of the Lingguang Cup, the flame met the short blade extremely reluctantly, emitting terrifying heat.

The Blood Transformation Divine Knife also flew out of Gan Ping's body, hovering and screaming in the air, excited, it was obvious that it had coveted this short blade for a long time, and now that it was about to achieve its wish, how could it not be excited? Even if it was to trigger the flames, but Gan Ping was careful not to touch the wisps of fire absorbed by the fire on the side, the originally small Huo'er real dish was already more than a cup bigger, and it was obvious that this True Flame Refining Body had already achieved results.

Compared to the fire, hovering over it, absorbing the overflowing fire of the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang is even more obvious, the original size of the dragon body has grown several times, the slender dragon body has also become the thickness of an arm, the five dragon claws are unstable, although a pair of dragon eyes are slightly closed, it is difficult to hide the essence of the light, and the horns on the body are clear and abnormal, like a living thing.

Seeing these two like this, Gan Ping was quite relieved in his heart, Gan Ping has always regarded Huo'er as his closest person, but it's a pity that this little thing is extremely lazy, and he secretly cheats and cheats every day and refuses to cultivate, which also makes Gan Ping quite helpless. It seems that this thrilling escape has also greatly touched Huo'er, seeing that the master has been seriously injured and killed several times, but he can't help at all, Huo'er is already a little anxious in his heart.

As for the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang, it is even more one with himself, the power of this Binghuo Yuangang has increased greatly, and his own technique of fusing the Yuan Forging Body True Technique is even stronger, why not? The corners of his mouth smiled and glanced at these two guys who were working hard with their eyes closed, and Gan Ping turned his gaze back to the short blade in the flame. Burned by this terrifying flame for a long time, this short blade did not move at all, and the color became more and more dark, and the edge of the blade was even more obvious, and a trace of cold flashed against the background of the raging fire.

At the edge of this white flame, a slight black color has appeared, which is the power of this flame has been promoted to the extreme, faintly burning the space, it is obvious that the temperature on the surface of this flame has been extremely terrifying. However, to Gan Ping's disappointment, even at such a terrible temperature, the short blade did not have a trace of melting. Sighing lightly, Gan Ping slowly closed his eyes, and began to cultivate again, if it doesn't work in one day, it will be ten days, if it doesn't work in ten days, it will be a hundred days, and if it doesn't work in one hundred days, it will be a year, and if he has time, he doesn't believe that this flame of the ancestor saint smelting heaven and earth can't help a small witch weapon?

The burning lasted for seven months, and it was only then that Gan Ping noticed that the shortblade was melting. I thought that the remnants of the witch god's body had been refined by this Silent True Flame in just three months, but this short blade actually took seven months, which showed the terrifying texture of it. Gan Ping had faintly realized that he might have picked up a treasure this time.