Gan Ping's mind turned, and he came to the front of the Mixed Yuan Cave, and a huge spiritual power rushed from it, it really deserved to be the place where the spiritual veins gathered, but the intensity of this spiritual power was several times stronger than the inner gate of Xiandu Peak, if he could cultivate here, his cultivation would definitely advance by leaps and bounds.

Looking at the thick mist at the entrance of the cave in confusion, Gan Ping was secretly surprised in his heart, when Aunt Wuyin opened this Mixed Yuan Cave, she clearly remembered that there was no such thick mist in this cave, could it be that she was doing it in it? Thinking of this, her heart was also hot, and she walked inside in three steps and two steps. If so, then there is definitely hope that the bell will wake up.

The thick mist in this cave is quite strange, even Gan Ping's spiritual eyes can't penetrate, he can only see the scene a few feet ahead, which makes him wonder, it really deserves to be the place where the spiritual veins gather, there is such a vision, there is still a trace of fragrance in this fog, vaguely Gan Ping seems to have smelled this aroma somewhere, but he can't remember for a while, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't think that the aroma in this fog is the body fragrance emitted by his aunt when he silently refines the bewitching soul, Gan Ping of course seems familiar.

After walking for a long time, Gan Ping suddenly heard the sound of water splashing, and hurriedly walked a few steps towards the sound. Caught off guard but stepped on a thing under his feet, Gan Ping hurriedly looked down, because the fog was thick but he couldn't see clearly, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grope for a while, and the familiar feeling of getting into it made Gan Ping a surprise, it was the black paint ring that was lost and recovered.

Gan Ping hurriedly put his divine sense into it, frowned, and a jade coffin appeared out of thin air, and Ling'er, dressed in a fiery red dress, was sleeping in it. Gan Ping couldn't help but wonder, could it be that something was wrong with Aunt Wuyin? Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but get anxious, and looked around, the fog was white and vast, but he couldn't see anything.

"Aunt Wuyin, where are you?" Gan Ping finally couldn't suppress the eagerness in his heart and shouted loudly. As soon as Gan Ping's voice fell, he heard the laughter of eating not far ahead, and the sound entered his ears, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel that his lower abdomen was hot, and his face was red and his ears were red. The sound was strange, Gan Ping hurriedly put his hands on his mind and looked over there, but he was blocked by the fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and there seemed to be a figure faintly shaking in a trance.

The laughter of eating and eating was endless, and it was extremely soul-stirring, and it was so calm that I listened to it. He hurriedly ran the Taiyi Heart Sutra to suppress the desire in his heart, and he couldn't help but be shocked. He had already heard the owner of this voice, could it be that something had happened to the silent aunt? With the laughter of eating and eating, the sound of splashing came, and slowly the laughter gradually became louder, and the terrifying giggles like silver bells were endless, filling this mixed yuan cave, and the sound was full of morbidity and charm.

"Xiao Ping'er, well... Come here..." Hearing this, Gan Ping immediately looked over, "Senior Aunt, are you calling me?" Gan Ping said and walked in the direction of the voice, "No! Ping'er don't come here, go quickly, go quickly!" The voice was extremely sad, it was the voice of the senior aunt, unlike before, there was no longer that charming tone in this voice. "Giggles, Ping'er, come on, come on..."

Gan Ping couldn't help but be surprised, what happened to his sister-in-law? She could make two completely different sounds? Hearing the latter's voice was extremely terrified, obviously something had happened, thinking of this, Gan Ping gritted his teeth and groped forward. "Auntie, don't worry, Gan Ping is here!" If you let it go, Gan Ping can't do such a thing.

"Ping'er, don't come over..." With an exclamation, a huge splash of water rushed towards Gan Ping through the thick fog, and Gan Ping, who had not checked for a while, immediately hit this splash, and bursts of silver-white electricity flowed endlessly on him, which was the pool water of the Wenlei Pool. Although this Wen Lei Pool can refine the body, but it is not something that anyone can enter, if there is no physical cultivation above the Jindan realm, the body will not be able to resist the tempering of the power of this thunder, and it will be turned into ashes like a silent garment.

The splash fell from his head, and a coquettish voice came from Gan Ping's ears, "Demon, don't think about ruining my name, the rain sprouts, ten thousand festivals are reincarnated, and the spirit bamboo is split!" Go-" With the sound of this voice, a hurricane rose in the pool, and a terrible scream came, it was the bewitching voice, "Ah! No, the spirit bamboo split, I am unwilling!" Speaking of a greater wave of air, the fog in the cave was immediately blown away by a lot of thin mist, and a white figure appeared in front of Gan Ping, who was stiff and motionless, and Miaoman's body was extremely attractive, and the two points of red flashed away. Frightened, Gan Ping hurriedly closed his eyes, put his hands on his mind, and struggled to resist the thunderous power of the pool of water.

Although Gan Ping's forging body cultivation was also slightly successful, it was not comparable to the strength of the Jindan realm, which had been tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, so he felt that the power of thunder was invading his body step by step, and the place contaminated with the water of the Warm Thunder Pool also had the feeling of melting and collapsing, so frightened that he hurriedly activated the Xuan Gong in his body and resisted hard.

Although he didn't see his face clearly, Gan Ping already felt bad in his heart, and Fang Cai's graceful figure must have been his aunt Wuyin. From the attitude of Master Mo Yifeng, how could the smart Gan Ping not see the clues? I can't tell when this silent aunt will become a teacher's wife, and she has made such a big oolong at the moment, which makes Gan Ping can't help but blush, why is he so stubborn, if he withdraws, he will not be in such an embarrassing situation.

It's just that in that case at that time, how could there be discernment, but it was inevitable under the eagerness. Just when Gan Ping was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt the slightest pain, it turned out that the water of the warm thunder pool had melted his flesh and blood, and it was heading into his body.

Gan Ping didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly transported the Binghuo Rongyuan Forging Body True Decision. After taking a long breath, as soon as the mist with the faint fragrance entered his nose, Gan Ping felt his heart flutter, and he hurriedly roared angrily, and slapped his palm on his chest. The small fire dragon, which had grown much stronger, flew out of Gan Ping's mouth and slammed into the thunderous water stains on Gan Ping's body.

At the same time, the graceful figure in front of Gan Ping was also constantly turning, and a scream came from it, it was Wuyin who was casting the supreme magic method of Lingzhu splitting, and wanted to forcibly cut this divine soul out of the body. Cutting off his own soul, what a pain, this silent is also a ruthless character who should be decided, and when he saw that he couldn't do anything, he made a decisive thought.

With the rotation of the silent body, the endless layer of black flames outside the body slowly receded, and in an instant, the blue light in the mixed yuan cave was magnificent, and the cave was simply visible, and the silent mouth opened, and a blood arrow spurted out, and the light on it flashed, and a faint light and shadow attached to it, always bright and extinguished. If Gan Ping opened his eyes at this time, he would definitely be shocked, the disillusioned light and shadow on the blood arrow seemed to be another soundless, the same picturesque and beautiful appearance, but the corners of the eyes contained endless charm, it was the soul that was cut out by the silence.

The blood arrow roared, bypassing Gan Ping and rushing straight to another place, seeing that the direction was Ma Ling'er's jade coffin. Silent Voice, who was slightly gasping in the air, was shocked when he saw this, and with an angry scold, he conjured up a giant palm and grabbed the divine soul, and at the same time, he flicked his fingers, and a streamer flew out, it was the Otogi Divine Thunder. This divine thunder was as fast as a pop, and it hit the transfiguration silent body directly, and immediately made a loud noise, and the silent scream on the blood arrow bypassed the grasp of the giant hand, and quickly plunged into Ma Ling'er's body, disappearing.

Silent was startled, and hurriedly rushed forward, but it was too late, bursts of laughter came from the jade coffin, and Ma Ling'er, who was supposed to be asleep, flew up from the jade coffin strangely, dressed in red, like the silent when she was young. A pair of wonderful eyes slowly opened, and a beautiful and moving voice came out of the cherry mouth, "Silent, is my body beautiful?"