Gan Ping frowned slightly as he looked at the Blood Transformation Divine Knife that was flying and dancing proudly in front of him, he didn't expect that the Divine Weapon Tribulation, which specialized in dissolving the magic weapon against the sky, would dissipate so easily, looking at the spiritual head of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, it was inevitably a little too easy. Gan Ping, who had already understood a lot of divination methods left by Bu Yizhen, was already slightly aware of the faint providence, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in his heart. This Blood Transformation Divine Sword was not originally a thing in this realm, and it should be rejected and disgusted by this Heavenly Dao, and it should not have passed the test of this Heavenly Tribulation so easily. What's more, compared to the power of the Blood Transformation God Sword, the Heavenly Tribulation seems to be a little smaller.

Just as Gan Ping was thinking about it, he gathered and dispersed the Heavenly Tribulation, and by the way, the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, which gave dozens of masters a hard blow, shook his head and tail, and hovered in front of Gan Ping. Looking at this divine knife so arrogant, Gan Ping's heart was even more displeased, now this divine knife already has a weak spiritual intelligence, like an ignorant child, but the sudden strength of the body makes it a little arrogant, how can Gan Ping, who has always been old and serious, like this kind of temperament?

Stretching out his fingers and caressing the cold back of the knife, his fingertips brushed over the formation patterns, Gan Ping muttered to himself: "Happiness gives birth to sorrow, blessings and misfortunes are hidden, and you have to be restrained..." The Blood Transformation Divine Knife shook its body as if it didn't understand, and let out a dissatisfied roar. Gan Ping was speechless and looked at the peerless murder weapon he had refined single-handedly in front of him, the body of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife in front of him was extremely strong, comparable to an immortal weapon, but the power and spiritual intelligence were really a little weak, after all, the formation in it had not been fully depicted, and it was difficult to exert all its power, thinking about the hundreds of thousands of magic arrays in the Blood Transformation Divine Knife before, Gan Ping couldn't help but have a headache, fortunately, as long as the body was refined, its own sword spirit would evolve the formation on its own, and it also saved Gan Ping a lot of effort.

Although he felt a little uneasy, Gan Ping didn't take it to heart, after all, this Blood Transformation Divine Knife was fierce enough, and even the Heavenly Tribulation was helpless, what else could hurt it? The Blood Transformation Divine Knife turned into a flash of light and shadow under Gan Ping's forehead control and returned to Gan Ping's body, swaggering on the purple lotus platform at the dantian, allowing Gan Ping's true yuan mana to be nourished.

A cry of joy came, and a fiery red petite shadow threw herself into Gan Ping's arms, it was Huo'er. The Blood Divine Knife smashed through the roof of the palace of the Tushi Palace, causing turmoil in the mountain, and the abnormal movement of the Silent True Flame also woke up the fire that had entered the cultivation of the meditation, and when he saw Gan Ping, he pounced. Retching was caught off guard by this blow, and almost fell to the ground backwards, secretly surprised in his heart, Huo'er's body was so much heavier.

The little face of the monkey in his arms was attached to Gan Ping's chest, and he kept muttering and coquettish, but Gan Ping was slightly struggling. Unexpectedly, Huo'er not only grew a lot in size, but even in weight increased frighteningly, which made Gan Ping a little uncomfortable. Lifting the fire with a little effort, Gan Ping looked carefully, the fire in front of him was still smart and cute, but his body was much larger. With a sudden movement in his heart, Gan Ping put it on the table, took out the bronze ancient bottle, and waved his hand to poke out a drop of witch essence blood.

Since Huo'er is refining the body, then the essence blood of the witch god may help it. Sure enough, Huo'er saw the dark golden blood in mid-air, and couldn't help but light up with a look of longing on his face. Gan Ping raised his hand, and the dark golden blood flew towards the fire. Huo'er didn't dodge, stretched out his little claws and held the essence blood in his palm, but his whole body glowed with white light. Looking at its performance, Gan Ping was slightly shocked, but he didn't expect that he just absorbed some of the fire qi of this Silent True Flame, and the flame conjured by Huo'er actually had a few points of the innate Dou rate Extinguishing True Flame's breath, and this innate spirit was really good at the bloodline of the divine beast.

Knowing that Huo'er was absorbing and refining essence blood, Gan Ping didn't pay attention to it, and with a move of his hand, the little dragon hanging in mid-air flew over. This fire has the blood of a divine beast, and it is an extremely strong beast body, and when it comes to this Tushi Palace, it is to use the fire power of this extinguishing true flame to quench the flesh body, and now it has no problem refining the essence blood of this witch god, unlike the previous Gan Ping, it also needs to be matched with various rare medicinal materials to quench the flesh.

Glancing at the languishing Innate Doushi Silence True Flame, Gan Ping smiled slightly, it seems that after refining the body of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, this fierce flame is also seriously damaged, but although the flame in front of him is sluggish, it is not something that he can recover. Gan Ping just wants to wait until it runs out of oil and the lamp is dry, refine that little bit of the origin of the true fire, take it as his own, and then recreate this Silent True Flame.

His eyes narrowed slightly, Gan Ping's palm flickered, and a large pile of materials appeared, and the innate Tushi Silence True Flame in front of him seemed to sense the danger, and jumped twice in succession, but he couldn't escape the control of the Great Sumeru Spiritual Light.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don't know how many years I cultivate. Time passed little by little, and the people of the Heavenly Sect who returned to the sect to move the rescue troops did not come, and several years have passed in the witch tomb.

The high mountain stands majestically, if a spear rises straight into the clouds, on the top of the peak of tens of thousands of zhang, there is a delicate palace standing, although the thunder outside the mountain is ten thousand, and the wind is howling. But in this mountain, there are misty clouds and mist, green trees and shade, and a fairy atmosphere. There was a long howl from the cold, the sound was clear, the more you could wear the golden stone, the middle air was full of sound for several miles, the turbulent sky fog opened and dispersed, and the clouds rolled up.

Gan Ping lowered his head slowly, with his temperament, if it weren't for his extreme joy, he wouldn't have made such a shocking act at all, but at this moment, he really couldn't suppress his excitement, and looked up to the sky and roared, and the terrifying innate Tushi Silence True Flame was finally refined by him.

After refining the body of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, Gan Ping used its firepower to repair the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield, and also connected a new Juntian stick and a set of armor for Gan Ping. In the battle with Feng Xingyuan that day, Huo'er's Juntian stick was shattered by his strength, and Gan Ping has been thinking about refining a new weapon around Huo'er. With the coolie that could be squeezed at will, how could he be shrewd and let it go? After taking out all the evil gold obtained from the ring of Zibu Yizhen and melting it, coupled with dozens of precious materials, Gan Ping finally refined this terrible iron rod weighing more than 30,000 catties.

Speaking of which, this Bu Yizhen is also insatiable, although he strictly abides by the rules of the sect of entering the Immortal Mansion to take three out of ten, but there are countless fallen monks in the witch tombs of the Immortal Mansion everywhere, and what these people carry on them cannot be counted among the thirty percent. Therefore, at the bottom of the ring, Gan Ping found countless low-level magic weapon flying sword storage bags and materials, and there was even a pile of evil gold like a small mountain, which really surprised Gan Ping.

This evil gold genus is inherently unable to blend with the aura, but it is extremely strong and heavy, and it is mostly loved by the people of the witch clan and refined into witch weapons. Along the way, Gan Ping didn't know how much scattered and broken evil gold he saw on the ground, but he didn't pay attention to it, and now that he really uses it, he finds that it is still less. After the previous body forging technique of the Hercules ape clan, Huo'er's physical strength increased several times, and then refined the essence blood of the witch god, and the power was even more terrifying, so it was quite nerve-wracking to refine the weapon Gan Ping for it.

In the end, Gan Ping thought of a way, with the help of the scorching fire power of the Silent True Flame, he refined all the evil gold like a small mountain, and incorporated many materials into a formation direction, and finally succeeded in refining this new Juntian stick. Holding the iron rod of more than 30,000 catties, Gan Ping was secretly frightened, just imagine, a palm-sized monkey took out an iron rod weighing 30,000 catties and hit it down, and anyone would be stunned. What's more, when Gan Ping was refining, he also mixed in several formations that he had comprehended in the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, which even increased the power of this Juntian Stick.

Under the pressure of Gan Ping, the innate Tushi extinguished the true flame was already dying, and his vitality was greatly damaged, and Gan Ping then refined several magic weapons, and tortured the world's fierce flame that everyone was afraid of like a candle in the wind, leaving only a breath of true spirit remaining.

Gan Ping wanted to achieve this effect, and when the time came, he absorbed the remnant fire spirit of the Silence True Flame into his body, turned it into a little spiritual flame, and put it in the mouth of the dragon pattern propylene fire Yuan Gang.

It's easy to say, but the process is also extremely dangerous, although this flame is dying, but it should not be underestimated, fortunately, Gan Ping has already done a complete quasi-book, the big Sumeru spiritual light into the body, dead restraint of the power of eye protection, and then with the help of this innate Tushi extinguishing the true flame's scorching fire to quench the body, with the addition of this innate divine fire, the speed of refining the true dragon essence blood and wood spirit quenching body milk in Gan Ping's body suddenly accelerated, and the residual accumulation of the witch essence blood and medicinal power that had not had time to absorb in the body were refined and emptied, and Gan Ping's body was pushed to a higher level again。 Gan Ping himself has already sensed that he has touched the threshold of the Rongyuan realm, as long as there is such an opportunity, he will definitely step into this realm, and then the land snake will turn into a dragon and travel for nine days!