The body flew upside down, and Gan Ping and his shield were smashed into the soil layer heavily, and the blood mixed with the fragments of internal organs spurted out violently in the air, sprinkling a rain of blood in the air. Under the turn of his mind, Gan Ping no longer had the luxury of being able to coexist peacefully with this person, and urged the Heavenly Demon Blood God Sword. The Taoist who had just regained a trace of vitality smiled coldly and took a step forward, "Little beast, you hesitated and almost killed your real person!"

Seeing that Gan Ping could withstand his own blow, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of strangeness, although he had only recovered less than a thousandth of his strength, he could easily kill the lowly kid in front of him. However, the situation in front of him was beyond his expectations, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took a drop of blood spurted out by Gan Ping, and the golden essence in it surprised this person, "True dragon essence blood!"

The man couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, but his body was still too fragile, and he had already reached the point of running out of oil after being trapped for many years, and he coughed after a series of laughter. Gan Ping was stuck in the soil, looking coldly at the ungrateful and shameless man in front of him. I have to say that this person's cultivation has reached an extremely terrifying realm, and if it is in its heyday, his master Mo Yifeng is not an opponent. Just by mobilizing the weak spiritual power just now, he almost broke the shield in his hand, and he could see how thorough this person's understanding of the rules between heaven and earth was, but there was also a faint sneer at the corner of Gan Ping's mouth, and the little spirit stone he sent out could also support him to send a blow, which had been calculated a long time ago.

I knew that this person had such a heart, and I should have turned around and left just now, and when he ran out of oil, he would come back to collect this superb treasure. I'm still not vicious enough to do this kind of thing. At present, Gan Ping's spine has been shattered, the meridians are broken inch by inch, he can't even move his little finger, and the corner of Huo'er's mouth on his shoulder is bloodshot. Obviously, the blow that Gan Ping took just now had some force transmitted to its body, causing it to also receive some damage.

With just a slight shock, the fire of the fifth-order spirit beast can be injured, what kind of strength is this, not to mention that the person in front of him is only in the weakest stage, not much better than the point where the oil lamp is dying, he can make such a terrifying attack, compared to the peak of the golden pill, it is more than twice as strong. If he had been in his prime, the current Gan Ping would have been blown into powder by a blow.

However, Gan Ping looked at the Taoist who kept coughing, but there was no trace of panic in his eyes, although he couldn't be a villain, but he was not a fool. The heart of harming people is indispensable, and the heart of guarding against people is indispensable, just now I have already cast that spirit dragon to look at this person, and then I can rest assured that I will send out the elixir spirit stone. Although this person has cultivated to a high level, he doesn't know how many years he has been trapped in this witch tomb, this body has already collapsed with spiritual power, if it weren't for the person's own mana tightly condensed, the body without spiritual power support has already turned into ashes.

The blow just now was just this person's infinite amplification of the spiritual power he had just absorbed, mixed with his own perception of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and it had such terrifying power. The disadvantages of the high and low level of the monk realm are also here, if the power of the same size is exerted by a high-level monk, it must be thousands of times stronger than that low-level monk, not because the power increases, but in a different way.

In other words, although the person in front of him looks strong, he is already a strong outsider. Long before Gan Ping sent out the spirit stone elixir, he had already fallen into Gan Ping's calculations, his body withered, his true yuan was depleted, and his demonized blood divine knife had been quietly attached to this person that day, and his mind moved, and he could take his life at any time, after all, the body of the person in front of him was much worse than ordinary people, and the faint smell came, and it was obvious that it had reached the point where the five decays of heaven and man, and the flesh and blood collapsed.

The only thing Gan Ping didn't expect was that just a trace of aura could deliver such a shocking blow in the hands of this person, and he almost died under this blow. If it was really difficult for Xia Worm to speak, if it wasn't for his own experience, it would be difficult to imagine the powerful power of a high-level cultivator.

The man coughed rapidly, straightened up, and looked at Gan Ping with blazing eyes, his eyes full of banter and mockery. However, what he didn't know was that inside the Dao robe on his back, there was a blood-red sword light, looming and floating, only a trace away from his body, because of the exhaustion of the five decaying mana of heaven and man, this Dao person did not have the slightest awareness of the terrifying killing weapon from the other space behind him, and his attention was all on Gan Ping in front of him.

"Good calculation, good calculation, it's a pity that the heart is not ruthless enough..." The hoarse voice sounded, perhaps because of the cough just now, or maybe because he hadn't talked to anyone for many years, this person's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it was extremely weird. "You actually only gave the real person a low-grade spirit stone, you are really generous, don't you treat the real person as a beggar?" Gan Ping didn't answer, his eyes looked indifferently at the Taoist in front of him, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Ahem, good boy, you can block my blow, not bad. It turned out to be the blood of the true dragon spirit, and it was a real dragon..." The face of this Taoist with a rather thoughtful face was distorted for a while, and it looked extremely terrifying. "Heaven does not die, I Bu Yizhen, I actually sent such a fate, creation, creation, it is not in vain that I have waited here for 1,300 years, hahahaha..." Saying this, Bu Yizhen looked crazy and looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Those people's golden pills, did you dig them up?" couldn't stand the noisy laughter of Bu Yizhen, Gan Ping asked, his body was really strong, he could barely speak in just a few breaths, and the shattered viscera was slowly healing. Hearing Gan Ping's words, Bu Yizhen stopped laughing. "Yes, it is the true people who can value the real people and make them edify. A strange smile appeared on Bu Yizhen's face as he spoke, "There are a total of one hundred and twenty-three golden pills, and seventeen of them were killed by me on the spot. ”

Gan Ping's words were blocked for a while, it was obvious that he had also made a fool, or the most stupid kind, what just surprised him was that this Bu Yizhen actually killed people to take pills, and it was not much stronger than those demon monks. No wonder he has such a thick bloody resentment on his body, if he just destroys the remains of the dead, refines the golden pill, and uses the pure Yuan power in it, this bloody power will not be so strong at all.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping's face was extremely ugly, he originally thought that he was successful in cultivation, even if he was no match for those high-level monks, but with his own intelligence, he could always maneuver for a while, but now he realized that he really underestimated the heroes of the world, and he was also sitting in a well and watching the sky, and his experience was still too little. I didn't see such obvious signs, and the pain under my eyes was really unjust.

"I think I'm really dominating the world, as early as 1,300 years ago, I had already broken through the realm of the primordial gods, and I was free in the world, but I didn't expect to be trapped in this damn place. For 1,300 years, it was difficult to cultivate in the dark, and I was trapped here..." Obviously, this Bu Yizhen has been trapped for a long time, and his mind is a little unclear, and he actually cried bitterly.

Looking at the superb magic weapon like a round of the sun above Bu Yizhen's head, Gan Ping suddenly remembered someone. This magic weapon is as thin as a cicada's wings, shaped like a wheel, and the edges are full of fine sawtooth, and the treasure light is overflowing to make it difficult to force people to see, which makes Gan Ping think that his master Mo Yongfeng once counted the magic weapons in the world, and vaguely said that this superb magic weapon. Superb magic weapons, even the entire Tianfu Continent are extremely rare, so Mo Yifeng also described some of them to Gan Ping, this level of magic weapons is enough to suppress the luck of the sect and ensure that the sect lasts for a long time.

"Reverse the sky knife wheel, Bu Yizhen, you are blood spilled Qingqiu Bu Yizhen! You, how are you..." Hearing Gan Ping's words, Bu Yizhen's body, who was crying bitterly, shook, and the anti-heaven knife wheel above his head also shook non-stop, obviously shocked by the master's mind. "Blood sprinkled in Qingqiu, blood sprinkled in Qingqiu..." Bu Yizhen, who was muttering to himself, had a confused look in his eyes, stretched out his hands to look at his thin palms like chicken feet, and looked at Gan Ping, who couldn't move, with a sad face, "Do you see my bloody resentment, or is it true that blood is sprinkled on Qingqiu Bu Yizhen?"