It was a pale golden body, emitting strange fluctuations, floating under the support of Ganping's mana. However, the size of three feet weighed more than a thousand catties, and such a weight and the faint fluctuations that came from it made Gan Ping conclude that this was the remnants of a witch god. Seeing the remnants of this witch god, Gan Ping's heart moved slightly, could it be that this Bu Yizhen had already entered this witch tomb? But why was he trapped here, with this thing and never used it?

Thinking of the remains of the monks he encountered here, except for Bu Yizhen, a half-dead living person, most of them were monks in the Jindan realm, and even very few in the Yuanying realm, and the incarnation was just such a one, Gan Ping seemed to understand a little. This witch tomb looks dangerous, but in fact, it is only for those low-level monks, for the monks of the Flower God realm, with their well-informed experience and the secret text of the teacher's inheritance, most of the obstacles in this witch tomb are not enough to hurt them. I also learned that only Bu Yizhen, a fool who quickly cultivated into a primordial god, was arrogant and didn't know the height of the sky, and thought that he could crisscross the world with a book of mountains and eases, would be trapped here.

Gan Ping has already refined and absorbed some of the primordial gods of Xuan Yingzi, and he also knows some of these ciphers, in this witch tomb, as long as he reins in his own breath and is contaminated with some witch breath, most of the prohibitions can be passed safely. It's a pity that although this Bu Yizhen is a master of the Yuan Shen in vain, he is only a high-end cultivator in the realm, this knowledge and experience are indeed insufficient, and I think about it, this Bu Yizhen is only more than three hundred years old, and it must be ignorant of the world to be able to cultivate to the realm of the Yuan Shen, even if he has time, he will go around to explore the Xianfu Dojo, otherwise where will there be so many family businesses, but it is a pity that all of them are cheap Gan Ping now.

Squinting his eyes and looking at this piece of the witch god's remnant, Gan Ping could imagine that Bu Yi was really helpless, such a large piece of the witch god's remnant, if it was refined, then the witch god's essence blood in it would be enough to consume it over the years. It's a pity that Gan Ping can't help but laugh when he thinks of this Bu Yizhen's depressed appearance, this Bu Yizhen's complete wood spirit body, the cultivation of the wood system exercises, how to use the real fire to refine the remnants of this witch god? In fact, it is an excellent choice to lay out the formation, but it is a pity that in this witch tomb without spiritual power and spiritual veins, it is impossible to draw spiritual power to set up a small fire array, it is really difficult to die of this Bu Yizhen.

With a mouth, the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuangang roared out, and then took out the dragon snake bowl, and released seven of the Qianyuan clutch true flames, and began to burn the remnants of the witch god. Eight fire dragons roared and wrapped around this pale golden body, and began to burn slowly, this witch god really deserves to be a strong man between heaven and earth, Gan Ping's current flame power of Binghuo Yuangang, even if it is a four-grade refining material, it can melt it in a moment or three. But the pale golden body in front of him allowed these eight fire dragons to do their best, and it burned for three days before they barely showed a little sign of softening.

Gan Ping's frowning brows stretched slightly, what he was most afraid of was that his flames were ineffective against the remnants of this witch god, it would take a lot of effort, at the moment, although the remnants of this witch god were strong, they could always refine it by using their own water mill skills. After calculating the time, more than ten years have passed, more than ten days have passed outside, and there is still about half a month, and the sect ceremony is about to begin, if this new disciple is not there, it will be a bit rude.

Gritting his teeth, he took out the remaining ten fire-based spirit stones from the ring, Gan Ping placed them in front of him, let the flames burn the remnants of the witch god in the air, and closed his eyes and picked up a piece of jade slip. This jade slip is the top piece of the layer full of Taoist scriptures in Bu Yizhen's ring, which records Bu Yizhen's body experience. Gan Ping just wanted to investigate from here to see if he could spy on the mystery of this immortal mansion.

When the vast amount of information came into his mind, Gan Ping was ashamed to find that the formation arithmetic left by Bu Yizhen simply exceeded all his cognition. The formations and deductions that I was quite proud of before, in front of everyone who studied this kind of formation, were nothing. This Bu Yizhen is really the disciple of the Counting Heaven Sect who is proficient in formation arithmetic for thousands of years, and what is hidden in this chest is as vast as a sea of smoke. It is also a fine study of this mountain and easy technique, and deduces it, which has become a family style of its own.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be a little annoyed, if he studied these by himself, even if he had the calculation experience left by Bu Yizhen as a shortcut, it would take hundreds of years to know everything, where did he get such time. Rolling his eyes, Gan Ping couldn't help but start complaining that the Demon Blood God Knife came that day, if this guy could leave some of Bu Yizhen's Yuan Shen and refine it himself as a reference, it would be much faster, but unfortunately this kind of thing can be encountered but not sought. Yuan Shen master, how can it be so easy to be refined, Gan Ping just thought about it in his heart.

That day, the Demon Blood God Knife seemed to feel Gan Ping's complaints, and there were bursts of wails in Gan Ping's dantian, and a thought of grievance came into Gan Ping's mind. Gan Ping was a little speechless, obviously devouring this Bu Yizhen's powerful Yuan Shen, and the spiritual wisdom of this Blood Transformation God Sword had also increased a lot. Just when Gan Ping wanted to appease the circling Blood Transformation Divine Knife, a mighty pure thought came straight into Gan Ping's mind.

This thought was pure and vast, swirling endlessly in Gan Ping's mind, and it was the idea of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword to absorb and purify. Gan Ping was taken aback by this sudden suddenness, but remembered that when he killed Qingruo and the Six Desires Heavenly Demon before, he had a large amount of pure divine soul power to feed him, so he settled down. Obviously, this came from the pure divine thoughts generated by killing Bu Yizhen, and in an instant, Gan Ping felt that the power of his divine soul had increased several times. That light is just a realm comparable to Gan Ping, and the power of the divine soul is limited, and the Six Desires Heavenly Demon is only an extraterritorial heavenly demon, and there are very few that can be used by Gan Ping. However, after killing Bu Yizhen this time, the pure divine thoughts obtained were simply huge and terrifying, Gan Ping only felt that his mind was about to open up, and the originally not too big sea of consciousness was actually expanded several times, and it was full of pure soul thoughts.

Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed, this soul idea was useless for a cultivator like a brute bull like a cultivator, but for the deduction of the formation, the manipulation of the magic weapon was simply extremely important. His own sea of knowledge had long surpassed his disciples of the same level under the support of the Heavenly Demon Blood Divine Sword, and now after this expansion, it was even more full of pure soul thoughts. This soul thought is a good thing, when Mo Yifeng practiced the formation, Gan usually had no mental strength, and he was dizzy and dizzy after deducing for a while, but if he had this huge divine thought as a backing, he could deduce the formation for several months without being weak.

With this huge pure soul thought as the backing, it seems that the preliminary deduction and digestion of the formation experience left by Bu Yizhen can be regarded as having been settled. Holding back the feeling of dizziness and swelling, Gan Ping glanced at the remnants of the witch god in front of him who were still burning with fire, took out a piece of the spirit stone in front of him, and retreated the rest to the fire, letting it continue to burn instead of directing the flames, and he began to close his eyes and read the experience of the formation in the jade slip.