Huo'er was originally a fire monkey who was born to control flames, and coupled with the long-term training of the boundless son, Gan Ping was naturally relieved to control the flames. All the minds were silent in the jade slip left by Bu Yizhen, although this Bu Yizhen's character is not very good, but this formation arithmetic, it is indeed unmatched, with a huge amount of ideas as a backing support, Gan Ping began a sleepless process of enlightenment. Three months had passed before he knew it, but Gan Ping had only thoroughly detailed a small part of the information in this knowledge brief, and when he opened his eyes, Gan Ping felt that his understanding of the formation had taken a big step.

If it weren't for the fire to wake him up, maybe he would have continued to meditate like this until he absorbed all the information in it, but I'm afraid that by then I would really run out of oil. Gan Ping was slightly afraid in his heart, this counting formation is really broad and profound, just the cultivation perception of Pi Yi is so vast, then the Lianshan I Ching in his ring will be even more mysterious and difficult to understand.

Looking up, the remnants of the witch god had shrunk a little, and a drop of dark golden blood was staying in the air, being held by Huo'er with mana to exude bursts of mysterious and wonderful fluctuations. The drop of blood was no bigger than a fingernail, but it was faintly colored, and it looked like a gemstone of a special color. After estimating the remaining remnants of the witch god in the air, Gan Ping gave up his plan to refine all the remnants of the witch god in frustration. It is estimated from the small piece that has been refined, this piece of witch god remnants can refine more than ten drops of witch god essence blood, but the time it takes is really too much for Gan Ping to wait.

Three months without days and nights, it took most of the fire spirit stones as a supplement to refine a drop, and this is still the case of his own Binghuo Yuan Gang added, if he only relied on that Qianyuan Clutch True Flame, he didn't know that he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon. Even if it was like this, the eight fire dragons in the air were all languishing, and it was obvious that refining this drop of witch essence blood had also exhausted their vitality, and they were too weak to continue.

Holding up the drop of dark golden blood from afar, Gan Ping patted Huo'er's little head, "Don't worry, I still have a lot of use for this drop of essence blood, I will go back to refine that piece of body in the future, you are indispensable, but now it is not possible, the key to whether you and I can go out is all in this essence blood." Huo'er seemed to understand Gan Ping's words, her eyes were rolling in and out, and she didn't know what she was thinking, but she withdrew her coveted gaze and squatted quietly on Gan Ping's shoulder.

Carefully put away the remaining remnants of the witch god, retrieved the dragon and snake bowl, and Binghuo Yuangang also flew back to Gan Ping's dantian to cultivate. Gan Ping sat down cross-legged and carefully studied the drop of witch essence blood in his hand. He could clearly feel the powerful power contained in it, this was a power beyond his cognition, it was a powerful life force, a hundred times stronger than the essence and blood power of the Jindan Danfeng Monk Feng Xingyuan. It was indeed a treasure that cultivators were eager to see, and Gan Ping finally understood why there were not too many treasures suitable for cultivators in this witch tomb, but there were still so many cultivators who came to explore.

The essence and blood refined in the remnants of this witch god are enough to withstand hundreds of years of penance by the body cultivators, and the physical body is indestructible and the foundation is stable. For example, Gan Ping's master is boundless, it is precisely because he was obsessed with alchemy when he was young, and as a result, he delayed his practice, and now no matter what he says, he can't break through the Yuan Jing realm and enter the Yuan Shen cultivation, because the body that has begun to decay in qi and blood cannot provide a strong Yuan Qi, which makes the boundless Zi have been a little worse, so he has been delayed in this Yuan Ying realm, and he has not saved it for more than 200 years, but if he gets this drop of witch essence blood, he can't say that he will be able to break through the Yuan Ying cultivation immediately, and Miao Chengzong will have another Yuan Shen master.

Wuyunzi has been delayed in this Yuanying realm for too long, but the accumulation is also extremely deep, and when he enters the Yuanshen realm, his strength is much stronger than when Mo Yifeng first entered the Yuanshen. The three giants of the Miaocheng Grandmaster brothers, which one of them is a general, when it comes to it, they were all handsome heroes for a while, and they should not be underestimated. It can be imagined how shocking Gan Ping would be if he brought this witch god essence blood back to Miaocheng Sect. The effect of this witch god essence blood, the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan is much better than that of the pill, and it is not necessary to use the power of the pill to impact the realm of the original god at the last moment.

But the stronger this witch god's essence blood is, the more careful Gan Ping is, after all, his cultivation is not strong enough, this kind of strong power is not comparable to the pharmacology of those few elixirs bursting, if you are not careful, maybe you will be supported by it to break the meridians, explode and die, and then the happy event will become a funeral, then it will be a whimper.

After thinking about it for a while, Gan Ping decided that it was better to choose a safe method. Since there was hope of getting out, and he didn't have to care if he wasted the spirit stones, Gan Ping picked up the three remaining high-grade spirit stones on the ground, one of which was thrown to Huo'er, and the remaining two were playing with in his hands. A mountain-like spiritual jade vein appeared in front of Gan Ping, it was the jade vein that had been taken from above to make a coffin for Ling'er, and Xuan Mingzi didn't know where to get the loot.

The sword disc circled, and soon dug out a piece of jade in a square circle, Gan Ping ran the sword technique, and in the blink of an eye, the huge jade jar appeared in mid-air. On the large and small formation talismans were depicted on it, Gan Ping waved his hand, and the dragon and snake bowl appeared again, looking at the seven poor and languishing clutch Zhenyan, Gan Ping couldn't help but laugh. There was not a single aura here for this flame to absorb, and it was really hard for them to burn for three months in a row. With a flick of his fingers, he counted until the essence flew over, and it was Gan Ping who took out all the remaining fire essence he carried with him and fed it to these lazy guys. With the benefit, these fire dragons that had been transformed into true flames roared happily and burrowed under the jade jar, spewing flames with all their might.

With a shake of his palm, three or four palm-sized jade balls appeared, and the water in them was rippling and there was an uproar. But the strange thing is that these jade balls are completely natural, there is not a single gap, and I don't know how the water enters them. Gan Ping looked at these jade balls and smiled, what he had in his hand was the spirit jade water urch, which needed to be contained in a wisp of sunflower water essence when the spirit jade vein was formed, and it would take tens of millions of years to evolve. In a spiritual vein, there can be more than 100 of these water urchins, thank God.

With this water urbladder as an adjunct, the quality and success rate of the elixir will be greatly improved, and the water dissolves all things, nourishing the common people, and this kind of spiritual water is a holy object for the cultivator to nourish the body. Seven large and small spirit jade water urchins were thrown into the bathtub in a row, and the water urchins were shattered one after another under Gan Ping's control, and the water in the huge jade jar was full of water, and the aura was compelling.

Gan Ping, who hadn't felt the aura for a long time, couldn't help but take two sharp breaths, and even Huo'er was intoxicated, if it didn't know that the master would still use this splash, it would have jumped into it a long time ago. Looking at the water in the jade jar slowly began to boil, Gan Ping's palm turned over, and a dark purple inconspicuous little lace appeared in the palm of his hand. Binghuo Yuangang roared out, rolled up the purple grass and threw it into the jade vat, refining it into a pure medicinal liquid.

Immediately afterwards, several strange drugs appeared in Gan Ping's hands, and they were all thrown into them one by one. With the medicine in his face without a javelin, Gan Ping couldn't help but secretly rejoice in his heart, fortunately, there were enough medicinal materials in this Xuan Mingzi ring, otherwise it would be really troublesome, and there were several kinds that were really not available, but Gan Ping, who was proficient in the effectiveness of the pill, crushed the pill left by Xuan Mingzi and the elixir he took from his master one by one, replaced the missing part, and spilled it into the bathtub.

After two hours of busy work, most of the viscous and dark liquid appeared in front of Gan Ping. Huo'er curiously stepped forward to sniff it, and couldn't help but feel the world spinning, and almost fell into the bathtub, Gan Ping quickly grabbed his tail and grabbed it out, and slapped it a few times. Most of the medicinal liquids he prepared were tiger wolves, which were extremely domineering, without the harmony of the essence and blood of the witch god, and the fire would have to shed its skin if it didn't die.

Huo'er is also well-behaved, a bone crawled up from Gan Ping's hand, a pair of small paws covered his nose stiffly, hiding behind Gan Ping's head to probe his brain, it seems that it is quite afraid of the taste in this jade jar. Gan Ping sniffed secretly, turned around with a strange face, it was too unpleasant, the strange smell simply made Gan Ping stop, thinking of the tiger and wolf medicine inside, Gan Ping's heart tightened slightly, if it wasn't for his cultivation being too low, he needed these tiger and wolf medicine to dilute the power of the witch god's essence blood, why should he bear such pain. If this drop of witch god essence blood is given to the boundless man, there is no need to be so troublesome at all, it can be directly refined and absorbed, but the physical realm of Ganping does not dare to do so.

Thinking of Feng Xingyuan, who was still waiting outside, and thinking of the humiliation of his humble strength these days, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Gan Ping's eyes. With a flick of his fingers, the dark golden blood flew into it, and in an instant, the liquid in the jade jar boiled.