Gan Ping opened his mouth, and a blood-red Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife flew towards the two people in front of him, the color was dark and misty, Qing Ruoqing and Qingyue felt that as soon as this knife appeared, there was a faint strong force that imprisoned him, and he couldn't even move his little finger, Gan Ping saw the two of them like this, his eyes flashed coldly, and he was caught by the Blood Demon Blood God Knife's own bloody Tiangang Yuan Magnet, where could he escape, if not, how could this Blood God Knife be famous in the ancient legends of the Kyushu Continent?

The sword flew straight towards the two people who couldn't move, and instantly swept over the bodies of the two, Qingruo and Qingyue's bodies shrank rapidly, this sword took away the mana essence and blood of the two people's bodies, and even the souls were all devoured, and the end was extremely poisonous, and finally until the bodies of the two turned into two handfuls of flying ash and dissipated in the air, this sword light flew back reluctantly, and a bloody light drilled into Gan Ping's body, Gan Ping felt that this wisp of sword light actually grew a little, and was floating up and down in his dantian, and the most wonderful thing was that it exuded a trace of pure divine soul power from the knife, nourishing his soul little by little, He couldn't help but be secretly surprised, this day the Demon Blood God Knife was really extraordinary, it could actually rob other people's souls to nourish itself, and it was extremely weird.

Without the command of the ribbon-type magic weapon for Gan Ping has no restraints, he jumped up and broke away from the magic weapon and held it in his hand, too late to take a closer look, he threw it into the black paint ring, picked up the storage bag left by Qing Ruo on the ground, and threw it into it as concocted, and then rushed towards the direction of Ma Jiaji, if he expected it right, now Ma Jiaji will definitely be bleeding, but whose blood is it, it is not necessarily.

Just when the Heavenly Demon Blood Divine Knife sucked up the essence blood of the two of them, in the Taoist temple on a hill in the extreme west of the Tianfu Continent, two wooden cards hanging on the wall exploded, and a middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the two wooden cards with a blue face, snorted viciously, turned into a streamer, and flew to the sky, the little boy outside the house hurriedly rushed in when he heard the sound, and saw that the room was empty, and the two famous cards on the wall had been broken, and he sat on the ground, took a breath, and shouted: " It's a big deal, the two senior brothers' real name plates are broken, and the second senior uncle is gone!" The voice was frightened and miserable, as if this second senior uncle was some kind of monster.

Gan Ping ran all the way, and had already seen Ma Jiaji from a distance, and from the wind blowing from the distant village, he smelled the slightest smell of blood, and hurriedly let out a long howl, turned into a streamer, and pounced on Ma Jiaji. But Gan Ping was not anxious, because he believed in Huo'er, and put Huo'er into Mr. Zhang's arms when he left, and the sentence he asked was that Gan Ping guessed that the ruthless Fang Zhengyuan might kill people, so he didn't let Huo'er follow him.

The body jumped on the high lookout at the entrance of the village, Gan Ping couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, the village was already full of corpses, but looking at the costumes were basically not the villagers of the village, which made him feel a little more at ease, jumped off the lookout, and walked straight to the back of the village, along the way, Gan Ping saw that most of the corpses on the ground had very thick calluses on their hands, they must be fighting all day long, and the characters in the rivers and lakes who licked the blood with the knife head couldn't help but be secretly annoyed, it seems correct that he killed the Fang Ning family, if it weren't for Huo'er, no one in the current Ma family would have survived.

Just thinking of Huo'er, a small red figure screamed and threw himself into his arms, who else is not Huo'er's little clever? Seeing it jumping up and down excitedly, Gan Ping's gloomy heart was relieved a lot because of Ling'er's matter, yes, there is Huo'er, there are Mr. Zhang, there are Grandpa Ma, but Ling'er, I will cure you, let you be as good as ever, no matter what the price, clenched his fists tightly, Gan Ping said secretly in his heart.

At this time, a head was exposed from the corner in front of him, and he looked over here, saw Gan Ping, and hurriedly ran back, shouting: "Gan Ping is back, Gan Ping is back!"

The whole village immediately burst into jubilation, and a group of people rushed out from the back of the village, startling Gan Ping, and the villagers gathered around Gan Ping, shouting at him word by word.

"Your fire is so powerful, I am scared to see it, but fortunately I have it, or..."

"That's it, Gan Ping, you didn't see it, your family went up and killed all those villains..."

"Go, go, Gan Ping is so powerful, of course his fire is also powerful. ”

"Gan Ping, you are so good at training Huo'er, can you teach me?"

Gan Ping was stunned by this shouting of you and me, standing in the crowd I don't know what to do, but he saw that everyone's faces were excited expressions, and suddenly seemed to understand, these people just shouted excitedly for the rest of their lives, venting their emotions, at this time the old horse head came out of the crowd, saw Gan Ping alone, stunned for a moment, the original smile on his face disappeared immediately, without saying a word, he pulled Gan Ping back home from the crowd.

Mr. Zhang, Ma Zhang's, and Ling'er's father were all in the house, and when they saw Gan Ping entering the house, they were all eagerly delusional behind him, Gan Ping knew what they were thinking, and he didn't speak, and he pushed the door into the inner room without waiting for Ma Zhang's to speak, and everyone didn't know what he wanted to do, so they hurriedly followed in, only to see Gan Ping standing next to the bed, staring blankly at the bed, and Ma Ling'er was lying on the bed, as if she was asleep.

Ma Zhang's screamed and pounced, and everyone also surrounded him, but no matter how Ma Zhang's called, Ma Ling'er didn't wake up, and then everyone remembered Gan Ping, and turned their heads to look at him, Gan Ping just stared blankly at Ling'er as if he was asleep, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Early in the morning of the second day, Gan Ping left the village in the earnest instructions of the old Matou family and Mr. Zhang, last night, Gan Ping told in detail about his experience in Xiaoyue City, of course, he ignored the fact that he slaughtered more than 1,000 people from Fang Ning's family to summon the soul of Ling'er, and this kind of thing is still less known to everyone. At the same time, Gan Ping also said his thoughts, "I'm going to Xianshan to learn art, and I must find a way to save Ling'er, Ling'er just has an abnormality in his soul and is not really dead, I believe that Ling'er will be cured." For Gan Ning's firm look, everyone was silent, everyone knew that it was extremely difficult to apprentice in this immortal mountain, although Gan Ping was far beyond ordinary people, but he was only less than fourteen years old, how could he live in this thousands of miles away?

Gan Ping glanced back at Mr. Zhang and Lao Ma Tou who were shaking their hands at the entrance of the village to see them off, and remembered what he said yesterday, "No matter what kind of difficulties there are, I will save Ling'er, at most ten years, at least three years, I will definitely bring a complete Ling'er back." The fire on his shoulder seemed to know the master's mood, and touched Gan Ping's face with his small paws, Gan Ping took a deep look at the whole village, turned around and strode forward, I will be back, come back with Ling'er!

Ma Zhang, who was standing at the entrance of the village to see him off, looked at the back of Gan Ping's departure, and cried bitterly, Mr. Zhang stroked his beard, looked at the small figure of the disciple who went away, and said: "This child, when he grows up, he is a good man with responsibility." The old horse's head stood beside him, and when he heard these words, he bowed slightly.