Now that he has a plan to go out, Gan Ping is no longer afraid of the consumption of true yuan mana, and with his current physical strength, he can't break through the soil layer with swordsmanship alone like before, so he can only dance the sword in his hand, and the red light flashes with thousands of ruiqi, which is everyone's atmosphere. Carefully casting his swordsmanship, he broke through the soil layer, and a silver-white sharp edge appeared in Gan Ping's eyes. With a joy in his heart, he pulled out the silver-white utensils from the soil with a dip of his hand, and sure enough, it was the anti-heaven knife wheel.

Bursts of Gengjin qi came from above, and a dazzling cold light flashed on the knife wheel. The entire knife wheel shone with silver light, and the whole body was made up of thousands of tiny blades, each of which was occasionally engraved with mysterious and unusual talismans. Gan Ping's divine thoughts swept away, a total of 18,000 blades, which were refined into this anti-heaven knife wheel by the supreme magic method of making weapons, which can be divided and combined, and the magic is endless, and it is really worthy of being a superb treasure. After a careful look at it, Gan Ping put the beating and chirping knife wheel into the ring.

It's not that Gan Ping doesn't covet this superb magic weapon, there are few magic weapons of this grade, even in the Miaocheng Sect. The bladeless sword of his master is just a second-grade magic weapon, and the highest level in the things left by Xuan Mingzi is only a flying sword of the second grade, in fact, Gan Ping has already thought about it, as long as he gets out of trouble from this damn place, he must exchange a few magic weapons that he can't use for a large number of spirit stones in his ring, so that he can rest assured, it is obvious that he is poor.

It's just that this knife wheel is obviously a magic weapon of heptyl metal, and its own attributes are incompatible, and if it is forcibly urged, it will damage the magic weapon itself, but it is more likely that he was injured by the breath of this superb magic weapon. Feeling his own situation, Gan Ping felt that the latter was more likely. Put this magic weapon into the ring, such a superb magic weapon must not be sold, Gan Ping has already thought about the whereabouts of this magic weapon.

Ma Ling'er, who was nourished in the Warm Thunder Pool, was obviously very suitable for this magic weapon, and after being tempered by the water of the Warm Thunder Pool for three years, Ling'er's physique, which was originally not suitable for cultivation, would definitely be greatly improved, and maybe she had initially refined the Dao body. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to quench their bodies for three years under the Nine-Rank Yunxin Lotus in that Wenlei Pool. That Wen Lei Pond was created by heaven and earth, and the entire huge Miaocheng Sect was just that, and it was wonderful.

At that time, Ma Ling'er will be full of thunder power and achieve Jindan, coupled with the experience passed down by Uncle Wuyin, the use of the power of the Yuanying realm, and this superb magic weapon against the sky knife wheel. Gan Ping was a little jealous of his fiancée when he thought about it, and said that he was deeply blessed, and compared to Ma Ling'er, he was simply a hard worker.

Since his physique is not suitable for this magic baby, Gan Ping does not plan to forcibly refine, just wait for Ma Ling'er to wake up, and give her this knife wheel to use, a monk in the Jindan realm, to use this superb magic weapon. Presumably, the Yuanying Monk didn't dare to lash his head, right? Another sword was swung out, and a large layer of soil was opened, revealing a tattered corner of his clothes, Gan Ping was overjoyed, and carefully separated the sword light, revealing Bu Yizhen in it.

Although this Bu Yizhen acted insidiously, after all, people died like lights out, and the demonized blood god knife had already damaged Bu Yizhen's body that day before, if he didn't care about letting the sword light damage his remains, it would be a bit petty, and Gan Ping didn't bother to do such a tasteless thing. Bu Yizhen's broken body was slowly revealed, and the blue ring on his hand made Gan Ping's eyes light up. Even faster than him was a small fiery red figure, although skinny, it was still agile and vigorous, and the speed of running towards the ring was simply breathtaking.

Gan Ping was a little stunned as Huo'er groped on Bu Yizhen's body, and all the valuable things were taken off by his furry little paws, and his face couldn't help but look ugly for a while. Obviously, the way he searched for relics on those corpses before was learned by this little robber, looking at its triumphant appearance, extremely skillful techniques, Gan Ping covered his face, it seemed that he had damaged this little thing.

It didn't take long for Huo'er's thief's little claws to scavenge the things on Bu Yizhen's body, and he came to Gan Ping with a show off, holding up his spoils. Looking at the proud little face, Gan Ping was speechless for a while, unable to say anything. The splitter snatched the things in Huo'er's hands, Gan Ping was too lazy to give this little thing a good face, Huo'er saw the master's stinky face, a little confused, made a grimace, quickly climbed to Gan Ping's shoulder, and the little head probed the brain thief to look at the "stolen goods" in Gan Ping's hand.

Huo'er didn't deserve to teach Gan Ping, and all the things left on Bu Yizhen's body were taken by him. A white jade flawless hairpin, a pale cyan jade pendant, and the most important storage ring. This hosta and jade pei Ganping didn't look at it carefully, and stuffed it into his ring, and the things that can be worn on the body by a master of the Yuan Shen Realm like Bu Yizhen, who has been in and out of the treasure of the immortal tomb all the year round, must be extraordinary, and they are all good things with their toes, and they must have time to study carefully in the future.

Penetrating his divine sense into this value, Gan Ping couldn't help but let out a hissing sound like a toothache in surprise and took a cool breath. He was really surprised, this Bu Yizhen was less than half the age of Xuan Mingzi, but the treasures in this ring were so rich that the Lord could let Xuan Mingzi, who had been robbing houses and looting treasures all day long, be killed in shame. This storage ring alone is a magic weapon, the whole body is made of ink and blue gold, and there are dozens of kinds of 30,000 formations in it, which can avoid dust, water, wind and fire, and have the effect of calming down and expelling demons. The space is also large to make Gan Ping smack, there are nine layers of space, each layer is enough to have a radius of thousands of zhang, layer by layer is full of various colors of magic weapons and spiritual objects, and the overflowing treasure light makes Gan Ping dazzled.

Looking at this treasure-filled storage ring, and then at the black lacquer ring in his hand, Gan Ping somewhat understood why someone was planning the idea of a disciple of the Heavenly Sect. Since the ancient flood era in this Tianfu Continent, there are many cultivators in this world, and there are many immortal tombs left in various places. However, the disciples of Tianzong are proficient in various formation prohibitions, and they are even more experts in seeking immortals and treasures, and this net worth is not rich. Thinking that this Bu Yizhen has broken through the realm of the Yuan Shen in just three hundred years, it must have a lot to do with his talent, but the help he has obtained from these various immortal mansions must also be not small.

Just a monk who has just entered the Yuan Shen, his net worth is so rich, even if the Heavenly Sect wants to be rich, it is no wonder that other sects are angry and secretly poison him. It's a pity that although there are a lot of treasures in this ring, there are no items such as spirit stone pills to supplement consumption, so I think it must have been consumed by Nabu Yizhen. This Bu Yizhen is really depressed, he can't guard this large pile of treasures but can only stare dryly, speaking of which, even an immortal weapon here and now cannot compare to a life-saving spirit stone.

Gan Ping, who was closing his eyes to investigate the things in the ring, suddenly moved, pointed his hand, and two things appeared in the air in front of him. One of them is a secret book with a foot thick, the golden red light shines, and I don't know what material it is made of, non-stone non-wood, non-gold and non-iron, the two ancient seal characters of the dragon flying phoenix dancing iron hook silver painting - "Lianshan", seeing these two seal words, Gan Ping's expression was slightly shocked, it turned out to be Lianshan Yijing, one of the two treasure books of Tianzong Zhenmen, no wonder this divination is a true formation divination of the science of the famous name, the original practice is actually this Lianshan hexagram.

The name of the Counting Heaven Sect is Counting Heaven, which refers to the two Zhenshan treasure books in the sect, which are easy to connect the mountains and easy to collect. These two hexagram books are known as the three strange books of Zhou Tianyi, which are also known as the three strange books, and they are also passed down by immortals. Legend has it that if you study these three books together, when you reach the end of the world, you will be able to understand the past and the future, and the red dust will not touch your sleeves at all, and you will be able to see the changes of yin and yang, and have insight into the heavens and stars. Things in the world are carefree and know-free, and you can understand right and wrong cause and effect with a finger count, and the end is wonderful.

This is considered that each disciple of the Heavenly Sect will pass down the corresponding practice hexagram book according to his own qualifications and computing power when he enters, from the lowest end of the plum blossom easy to count to the extremely wonderful great derivation algorithm, and this mountain to collect the two hexagram books is the treasure of the Zhenzong in the door, and it is easy not to pass it on to the disciples. Of course, Gan Ping would not think that the book in his hand was the original copy of Lianshan Yi of the Heavenly Sect, but even if it was the version of the appendix, he would have made a lot of money. With this book, the value is enough to withstand all the treasures in the ring, because as long as you master the formations and hexagrams in this strange book, you can get the world's greatness.

Suppressing his excitement, Gan Ping stroked the huge book for a while, and gave up the plan to open it. This book is profound and mysterious, but it is not something that can be studied here and now, and it will not be opened until it returns to the sect and asks the master to set up a prohibition. Gan Ping, who has Xuan Mingzi's cunning and scheming, is not the ignorant young man before, if there is no prohibition on such a heavy treasure, he will not believe it. I flipped it rashly, maybe when I went out, the people of the Heavenly Sect had already waited for a long time at the door of the witch tomb.

Put this treasure book away, Gan Ping glanced at it by the way, this Bu Yizhen's temperament is also a little stubborn, he looks extremely paranoid, and he has a very strong possessive desire for all things. On the top floor of this ring, there are dozens of mountain-like piles of books, all of which are scattered, presumably from various immortal mansions over the years.

What just made Gan Ping speechless was that even the evil gold that was of little use to cultivators, this Bu Yizhen had also looted a lot, and I really didn't know what the use of him was in looting this. Shaking his head helplessly, Gan Ping turned his gaze to another thing floating in the air, his eyes shrunk, and his eyes showed a hint of joy, it seemed that if he wanted to get out of this place, he would have to rely on this thing.