The claws of the Vermilion Bird that were the size of a mountain were sealed with mottled scales on them, and at the fracture above, the slanted and flat stubble looked particularly shocking, and the countless flame-like runes that were born on the scale armor gave people a feeling of heaven and earth, making people look dizzy. At this moment, under the urging of Gan Ping, the Vermilion Bird Divine Claw has shrunk to a length of dozens of zhang, and the four toes are shrouded downward, like a solid cage, firmly enveloping the body left by the Kun Jia, and the Buddha Baolong Elephant Pestle of the Kun Jia originally wanted to escape with the master's Yuan Shen, but it was severely brushed down by Gan Ping's big five elements annihilation divine light, and the divine soul imprint inside was destroyed immediately, and even the instrument spirit screamed miserably, dissipating and invisible.

What Gan Ping values is nothing more than the essence of this Buddha treasure that is comparable to his own high-grade immortal weapon, if it is slightly refined, and the broken Juntian stick of Huo'er is smelted into it, it will be a new magic weapon again. I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are now, and now Gan Ping is not as big as before, when he thinks of so many pairs of small hands in the sealing world, waving to ask for spirit stones, equipment, and magic weapons, Gan Ping's heart is like the body of that Kun Jia, as if burning in the fire.

This Vermilion Bird Divine Claw is really worthy of the remnants of the divine beast, and the remaining power of the upper divine beast in it suddenly burst out, and it severely suppressed the only remaining primordial spirit in the body left by the Kun Jia, and it can no longer set off the wind and waves. Countless innate Yimu divine thunder were refined one by one by this Vermilion Bird Divine Fire, and finally turned into a pure wood spiritual power, which shrank heavily under Gan Ping's control, and finally the entire huge body was like a crystal clear fruit, turning into a palm-sized, lifelike little monkey.

Gan Ping forgot to glance at the void with a little regret, but unfortunately Na Kunjia was alert, and when he saw that he couldn't do anything, he made a choice in an instant, lost the car to protect the handsome, and threw this body away. Otherwise, with Gan Ping's Vermilion Bird Divine Claw, which has long been connected with his heart, if this Kun Jia is in the evening, I am afraid that it will be a catastrophe, but if he can refine the soul of this world-shattering demon beast together, and even take down the demon pill, I am afraid that there is a trace of wood treasure in his hand, and now he cultivates the great five elements to annihilate the divine light, and the wood spirit is enough, but if he wants to refine a magic weapon for Bixin, it is impossible to lose the soul of this wood top-level demon beast.

The cold gaze in his eyes flashed, this monkey head ran fast enough, if he met it next time, he would definitely capture and refine it within one move, and he didn't know how many needles that broke the path of nothingness that this old monkey found. When this Kun Armor was the strongest, he was fearless, and when he really refined the Vermilion Bird Divine Claw and comprehended the Vermilion Bird True Shape Diagram, this Kun Armor with a great loss of strength and a physical body was not to worry at all!

Raising his eyebrows, Gan Ping's eyes swept over the dragon elephant pestle floating in mid-air, and looked at the air suspiciously. It seems that he still underestimated the heritage of the hermit clan, although this Feng Moling was hit by a fire from himself, but he didn't know what method he used, he actually gathered his own breath, and disappeared when Gan Ping and Kun Jia were fighting.

His face was gloomy, Gan Ping's fingertips pinched, and when he was about to calculate the possible location of the Feng Moling, a terrifying aura came from below, and a monstrous demonic aura that destroyed the world and rushed straight into the sky came out, making Gan Ping couldn't help but change color. "Who disturbed my slumber? Who opened the portal of endless blood? As a humbleness that disturbed and offended me, I, Demon Ancestor Qianchi, want to grant you the glory of crying in the endless sea of blood, Truly..."

Gan Ping's hands and feet were cold, and his heart was like ashes. At this time, he only felt that his soul was trembling, and since his debut, he had never encountered such an existence that made him feel helpless just by breath. The aura was evil and vast, and the former Great Forest Demon God was like a small grass next to a towering giant tree compared to this person who had become a demon ancestor by himself, and it was still the kind of malnourished grass.

No wonder there will be a magic circle laid by Dao Ancestor himself, dozens of layers of blockades, and there is even a Vermilion Bird Divine Beast's divine claw to suppress here, if it weren't for such a person, how could it attract an existence like Dao Ancestor to take action? If it weren't for such a world-shattering demon, how could a divine object like the Vermilion Bird Divine Claw be needed to suppress it? Gan Ping was dripping with cold sweat at the moment, his hands and feet were cold, and he was almost about to collapse under the oppression of this monstrous demonic energy.

If it weren't for the fact that on his left hand, the Vermilion Bird Divine Claw, which had transformed into the size of a small palm, was emitting a trace of power, and Gan Ping felt that he was probably going to collapse under this monstrous demonic power. The old and evil words, like a heavy hammer, struck Gan Ping's divine soul, making his Dao heart crumbling, in the face of such power, the ninety-five thunders that Gan Ping had experienced were like child's play.

With Gan Ping's current strength, even the legendary Taiyi True Immortal could not suppress him motionless with his might alone, and only the first-class master of Da Luo Xingjun who could send out such a powerful power could have such a strong strength. From ancient times to the present, there have been many heroes and talents in the sky and the world, but all of them can cultivate to the strength of Da Luo Xingjun, and none of them are the best of the world. Such a master, even in the immortal realm where there are many masters, is also a master who is entrenched in one side and starts a sect.

And right now, this person has been suppressed by Dao Ancestor for I don't know how many years, and he still has such strength, so what kind of scenery will he be when he is in his heyday? I'm afraid it is really the legendary half-saint, right? Thinking that he actually released such a terrible character, Gan Ping's heart was cold, once such a character was born, not to mention the Heavenly and Earth Demon Tribulation, only this old man would be able to destroy the entire Tianfu Continent.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the initiator of this biggest demon calamity, Gan Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, but under this strong coercion, even if he wanted to show a trace of expression, it was difficult to maintain. However, it is obvious that this demon ancestor who has become a thousand chi, does not have the posture of wanting to kill Gan Ping immediately, although he said those eerie and terrifying words, but except for suppressing Gan Ping with that terrifying power, there is no other action. And the power of the Vermilion Bird essence blood that kept coming from Gan Ping's left palm kept washing his meridians and relieving his body like an ice cave.

Just when Gan Ping was at a loss, a looming figure flew up from below at some point, but he didn't pay attention to Gan Ping, but flew towards the air. Gan Ping was in doubt, but the dragon elephant pestle that had been extinguished by Gan Ping's Great Five Elements Divine Light had extinguished the machine spirit and spiritual wisdom, but it suddenly moved, and it actually bombarded towards the phantom in mid-air without anyone to guide it.

"No!" Gan Ping's eyes were split, and he couldn't stop roaring in his heart, but he couldn't move at all, so he could only let the dragon elephant pestle bombard the devil. This is over, and it will definitely anger this Demon Ancestor Qianchi!