The bones of his whole body crackled and exploded, and Gan Ping's body protruded in a strange twisted shape towards the broken blade behind him, and the jagged and ridged spirit mound flew away. This night with a knife to cultivate is the ancient inheritance, killing the Dao fierce sword, the most arrogant, but these people present are all masters of cultivation to the sky, although they cannot be divided into the level of the outer world, but if these people are not lacking in aura, I am afraid that they have already ascended to the immortal realm, such a character, compared to Gan Ping's Taishi Uncle Shouyin Zhenren is not much better, after all, that Shouyin Zhenren is just a scattered immortal, not worthy of a real immortal. However, these ancient qi refiners are all cultivating the great magic power of taking the stars and picking the moon, and now this night they are crazy with a sword, and they are using all their strength to slash with this sword, and Gan Ping is almost smashed by this sword.

This is still the degree to which Gan Ping cultivated the Golden Que Jade Chapter, and initially cultivated the Da Luo Jin Body, and the body was strengthened again. But even so, Gan Ping was not happy, the muscles and veins of his whole body were filled with this terrible sword qi that rushed left and right, like thousands of knives in Gan Ping's meridians and internal organs, the meridians were shattered, the flesh and blood blurred the forehead, and the whole person almost turned into a bullet of blood and mud.

Thanks to Gan Ping's initial cultivation of the Da Luo Jin Body Fight a few days ago, the skin on the surface of his body was hard and abnormal, which made the flesh meridians and bones that turned into a bullet of blood mud not scattered, but the whole person was like the rag doll that had been torn thousands of times, spraying large pieces of internal organs in its mouth, flying towards the extremely sharp spirit mound full of broken Xuan soldiers.

Is he really going to die? Gan Ping only felt that his eyes were blurry, although his body was like mud, and his bones were broken inch by inch, but Gan Ping was still clutching Huo'er's petite head. His heart was like a knife, no, his heart was like a knife, and that terrifying sword qi had destroyed his heart and his internal organs. There was a faint flame dancing on his left hand, wrapping Huo'er's small head heavily, and the sword that had just been brought with a knife at night was not able to slash directly into Gan Ping's body because of the involvement of Bing Gezi and Yu Ion, otherwise, even if he cultivated Da Luojin's body, he would have been cut in two.

And the fire that was sleeping soundly in his chest was slapped into meat sauce by this sword from the head down, and the whole body was slapped into meat sauce, only this small head escaped, and the true yuan in the body surged along the broken meridians, Gan Ping had already mobilized the essence and blood elixir of the whole body, and there were many treasures in his blood, with the wood spirit quenching body milk and the true dragon essence blood being the most precious, and now he couldn't take care of himself, and he sent it to the monkey head in the palm of his hand.

Huo'er is a god of heaven, even if this kind of spirit beast is cut off for a while, it will be difficult to die, he only has to give him his own essence and blood, and then add the innate Tushi Silence True Flame to nourish, this fire spirit beast can also last for a while. Behind him is the spirit mound of soldiers, although it is full of broken abandoned soldiers, but it is still extremely sharp, the soldiers used by the ancient powers, even if they are all broken, they should not be underestimated!

Is there a way to survive this collision? Gan Ping smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that he had gone through countless hardships and dangers, and now he was going to die here. I only heard a roar from the distant Yu Ion, and a fire wheel shot out quickly from the spirit shuttle, swept over the body with a knife in the night, and flew towards Gan Ping, although the momentum was fierce, but looking at the posture was trying to pull him back. "Bring a knife at night, you crazy person! You can't die a grandmother, you have cut off everyone's way of life!"

His mind gradually became a little confused, and Gan Ping vaguely heard the words of Yu Ion, madman? I didn't expect me to die at the hands of a madman, but this madman's swordsmanship is really wonderful, if he is not seriously injured and will die, he must ask him for advice.

Even if Yu Ion urged the true yuan of the whole body, it was far from quenching the thirst, but he was too far away from Gan Ping, and was slapped away by the night with a sword, Gan Ping's speed was almost faster than that of a flying sword, and he disappeared into the metal mountain like stars in an instant. Yu Ion's fire wheel was still some distance away from the Spirit Soldier Mound, and he already felt that he couldn't control it, so he gritted his teeth and withdrew his magic weapon, glaring viciously at the night belt knife in the distance.

That night, he was in a hurry with a knife to attack his heart, he was delirious, and after flying out of the spirit shuttle, he plunged into the fire cave, which was originally a mortal situation, but he didn't expect that his heart fire was forced by this ancient poisonous flame, and it actually dissipated invisibly, and he comprehended the rules of the avenue in the fire, and cultivated further. Fang Cai comprehended the flame jump, a style of swordsmanship that exhausted the fire of his heart, and when this sword was issued, his mind was clear, and he stood still in the air.

After all, they were old friends who had been friends for thousands of years, how could they not be happy to see him return safely?

Gan Ping was slapped away by a sword, and the real person was blasted into the spirit mound like a soft cloth bag. Although the name of this spirit mound is good, these people call it a garbage heap in private. I don't know when it began, the monks of this realm suddenly discovered that in the lungs of this place, where the primeval poison was raging, a hill-like pile of metal had quietly formed.

I don't know what is going on in this spirit mound, but it can attract all the broken magic weapons in the deep buried soil layer, and there are many great powers at that time who think that there is a treasure in it, so they want to explore it. It's a pity that this spirit mound is extremely weird, no matter how magic weapon Xuan Bing, no matter what level, once it is close, there is a risk of getting out of control and being absorbed by it. Therefore, after everyone lost countless spiritual treasures, they gave up here, and over time, this spiritual mound traveled below with the fire veins of the earth's lungs, and it was damaged during the war, and all the damaged Xuanbing magic weapons left in the soil layer were absorbed by it, so this spiritual mound also changed from a small metal pile to a behemoth like a giant mountain.

Poof!poof!poof! At first, Gan Ping could still block one or two with his physical body, but this sword with a knife at night was too terrifying, and Gan Ping's body was suddenly slapped into this spirit mound for nearly a hundred zhang, and it was submerged into the depths of this metal mountain.

With a wry smile, he moved his eyes, and the back of Gan Ping's head had been inserted by a broken Xuan Soldier at some point, and in front of his chest, there were countless sharp wind blades protruding from the edges, and those Xuan Soldiers had penetrated his body. However, his right hand was still stretched straight in front of him, and the flames were burning brightly on it, and a small monkey's head was clasped in the palm of his hand.

The monkey's head was no bigger than a pear, and there was a flaming green hair on the top of its head, and although there was only one head left, the restless little thing was still rolling its eyes, and it didn't know what it was thinking. If it weren't for Gan Ping protecting its head with the Silent Extinguishing True Flame just now, and even nourishing it with the True Dragon Essence Blood, this little thing would have been dead for a long time.

"Huo'er, I'm already not good, although you look like this, but if you absorb the essence and blood of my whole body, it's still okay to shape your body, this divine flame, you can take it too..." Gan Ping moved his lips with difficulty, and suddenly ran the remaining true yuan on his body with all his strength, gathered all the true dragon essence blood and gathered it into his palm, and the scriptures of the Da Luo Jin body duel flashed in his mind one by one, "You and I have known each other, I can't use this Da Luo Jin body duel, so I will simply pass it on to you!"

Huo'er's big eyes blinked, as if he didn't quite understand what Gan Ping said, but when he saw the wound given by his master in the deep mountains, he showed a sad and anxious look, but he couldn't help him bandage his wound because he didn't have a body. Gan Ping was seriously injured and wanted to die, looking at the current situation, there was no physiology, so he came up with the idea of draining the true dragon essence blood from his body to help Huo'er reshape his body.

Although this Da Luo Jin body duel is good, it's a pity that he got it too late, if he can really cultivate the foundation building chapter of that Da Luo Jin body duel, even if it is today's thing, he can't hurt himself by standing and letting that madman chop. I only hate that I got this treasure scripture too late, Gan Ping sighed leisurely, "If you get it, you will sing and you will rest, and you will be sad and hateful." There is wine today, drunk today, tomorrow is worried, tomorrow is worried!"

Trembling and stretching out his right hand, a crystal clear wine gourd flashed in his palm, and Gan Ping's weak and desolate song sounded, this is the favorite song of Wuyunzi when he was drunk, he didn't understand the meaning at the time, but now he thought about it for no reason. Seeing Huo'er's little eyes shining, Gan Ping smiled bitterly, and put the wine gourd to its mouth, Huo'er, the little drunkard, immediately swallowed it, but unfortunately it only had one body left, and the sweet wine syrup scattered along the bloody and blurred neck as soon as it entered his throat, which made him annoyed.

Gan Ping smiled, and immediately swallowed in a big gulp, he was no better than Huo'er, although he drank a lot of wine, but the liquid mixed with wine and blood flowed out of the thousands of wounds. Although he still looked intact on the outside, Gan Ping's internal organs had been shattered into minced flesh, and now his whole body was like a water bladder that had been poked with thousands of knives, and blood was flowing out.

"Hahahaha..." Gan Ping casually threw the wine gourd, laughed and looked at Huo'er's remaining head, "I didn't expect me to be a child, come on, Huo'er, send you a wealth and nobility, it's not in vain for you and me to get acquainted, open your sense, don't resist!" At this time, Huo'er also seemed to understand something, a pair of monkey eyes were full of sparkling tears, and they couldn't scream without a body.

"With my essence and blood, the body of the gods, the hole of divine consciousness is opened, and the avenue is transmitted!" Gan Ping shouted, and the blazing innate Tu rate extinguished the true flame that wrapped this person and a monkey, and the golden light flashed above Gan Ping's head, and mysterious characters came out of thin air, imprinting towards the top of Huo'er's head. He just wanted to pass on all his cultivation experience and this Da Luo Jin body to Huo'er to help him reshape his body.

Gan Ping closed his eyes and recited the spell, but he didn't see the trace of perseverance in Huo'er's eyes, this little thing's eyes flashed and looked at the master who sacrificed himself for himself, as if he had made some decision, and suddenly two golden lights shot out of his eyes, straight into Gan Ping's eyebrows!