The flames are blazing, and the body of the god is forged. Gan Ping, who was in the spirit mound, closed his eyes tightly, and the slightly white flames wrapped him and the monkey head in his hand layer by layer, and the endless black-red flames rolled around him, and the blazing fire almost melted the magic weapon that wrapped Gan Ping. The Xuanbing magic weapon located next to Gan Ping has melted away, and under the scorching of the innate Tushi Silence True Flame, these Xuanbing magic weapons that have been tempered by the flames for many years and still maintain their spirituality let out bursts of wails and turned into the most primitive material, and a large stream of essence escaped from it, rolling into Gan Ping's body.

Gan Ping's body was like a bottomless pit, devouring these magic weapons, and even the refining materials that turned into juice were actually absorbed by this body, this Da Luo Jin body was really wonderful, even the magic weapon could be devoured, as if the body was refined into a magic weapon. Gan Ping's mind kept coming up with the divine body that appeared from the depths of Huo'er's bloodline memory, the body that secretly matched the breath of the Heavenly Earth Circle Dao.

Gan Ping's body continued to swell and shrink, and the sound of clattering bones was heard, breaking and then defeating, and at this time, the few bones on his body that had not been shattered by the night belt sword qi were now also shattered. However, this time it is the rules of the avenue that are secretly broken and then established, Gan Pingzi is constantly changing from the inside to the outside, and the fire in his palm is now strangely growing a ball of flesh and blood under his head, and it is also constantly wriggling and changing.

The sky is round and the place is round, all things are five elements, yin and yang are born together, Gan Ping condenses the divine body according to the appearance in his mind, but at the same time he is constantly contemplating what he has gained, Lianshan I Ching, dragon scale golden body, Taiyi pure yang heart sutra, Da Luo Jin body decision, Binghuo Rongyuan forging body true decision, all the things that have been experienced or formations, or merit, are all in Gan Ping's mind, Gan Ping synthesized all the experience, while smelting what he needs into his body.

His body was constantly distorting, and there was a sound of bone growth, and at this time, Gan Ping's strong divine sense came in handy, and the heavy formation was engraved on his bones by Gan Ping with the technique of refining weapons, and the mysterious patterns and formations made Gan Ping's newly generated bones glow with a faint golden light under the flesh and blood, looming.

His flesh and blood are now as crystal clear, without half a cent of impurities, and the sword qi that remained in his body with the sword that night has already been incinerated by the innate Tushi Silence True Flame. This terrifying divine flame washed and washed Gan Ping's body over and over again from the inside out, refining the impurities in this body into strands of flying ash, and around Gan Ping, those countless magic weapons and soldiers turned into wisps of essence and integrated into Gan Ping's body.

Behind Gan Ping, under the endless pile of magic weapons, bursts of breath came, and that Dao Yun was the same as the breath coming from Gan Ping's body, and there was a faint aura of Da Luo Jin's body. But at this time, Gan Ping had no time to pay attention to these, and his body smelting had reached a critical moment, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.

Huo'er's small body has also been formed, although it is still only the size of a palm, but that small body actually gives people a faint coercion, which makes people can't help but worship and submit. In this way, this person and a monkey slowly comprehended the breath of the Great Dao in this flame, and the innate Tushi Silence True Flame became more and more powerful under the tonic benefit of this primeval poisonous flame, burning Gan Ping's body more and more intensely, forging these two bodies more and more condensed.

In this deep underground, where the flames were raging, Gan Ping and Huo'er didn't know how long they had been asleep, bursts of terrifying aura came from the two of them, like ancient beasts in a deep sleep, although the surface was calm, but the inside was terrifying and abnormal, with bursts of throbbing destruction aura.

A divine light swept through the firelight, although the firelight in the sky still could not hide the brilliance of this brilliance, Gan Ping's eyes suddenly opened, slowly looking at everything around, the white flames circulated endlessly, isolating the vicious power of the primeval poisonous flame, but absorbing the scorching firepower, although the fire cave was still full of firelight, but the firepower dropped significantly.

Gently exhaled a breath, a puff of green smoke erupted from Gan Ping's mouth, it was the last trace of impurities in the five internal organs in the body, now Gan Ping, a body of flesh and bones has been like the legendary Mahayana monk, clear and crystalline, without a trace of flaws, the achievement of the supreme Taoist body, Mahayana golden body!

And this body is condensed according to the body of the ancient sage, the Hercules ape, the turtle-shaped crane is back to the sky, and the roots and muscles are prominent, forming a natural Dao map. Suddenly, he clenched his fist, and a crackling sound came, and the strength of this body is not inferior to the body of a Mahayana monk. And after this period of enlightenment, Gan Ping's state of mind has been reborn from death, experiencing great sorrow and joy, great sorrow and great pain, that Dao heart has long been indestructible and the sword heart is clear, and his realm is also soaring as if he is sitting on a flying sword, reaching an incredible height.

Now, as long as he has enough spiritual energy true yuan support, he can break through the Yuan Infant realm in an instant, condense the Yuan Shen, or go one step further and touch the edge of the Mahayana realm. At first, he was surprised by his changes, and then Gan Ping couldn't help frowning, his fingers quickly pinched and calculated, and his face couldn't help but become more and more ugly, his delay had been half a year!

Outside this hero's tomb before, he was chased and killed by the black horn for a long time, and then it took more than a month to fall into this realm to cultivate his injuries, and now it has been delayed for more than half a year, so long, I don't know what the Tianfu Continent in the outside world is like, my master, sect, and Ling'er Birouqing and others don't know what's going on.

Although he woke up, the small monkey in his palm was still half-lying in his palm, sleeping soundly, speaking of which Huo'er was particularly seriously wounded, and his body was completely destroyed. The little thing was lying on the palm of his hand, the pink little buttocks were raised high, and the monkey's mouth on a small face clicked from time to time, and a large amount of saliva flowed. Gan Ping frowned, and in an instant, a piece of spiritual jade appeared in his palm, and the sword light flew, and in an instant, it turned into a jade box more than a foot long.

The faint white flame was still entwined around Huo'er's body, Gan Ping thought about it, and as soon as he raised his hand, several pieces of top-grade fire-based spirit stones were pinched into thumb-sized pieces, filling the entire box. Now that Gan Ping is wealthy, he naturally refuses to treat Huo'er badly, with the help of these spirit stones, presumably when this little thing wakes up, it will definitely break through the current situation and become a fourteenth-order spirit beast. The jade box was sealed layer by layer and placed in the ring, and Gan Ping turned his head to look at the spirit mound behind him.

Gan Ping was struck into the Spirit Soldier Tomb by a sword with a sword in the night, and his body fell into the pile of magic weapons for dozens of zhang, but now the magic weapons Xuan Bing who covered himself in front of him were all gone, and behind Gan Ping, with his back as the center, there was a large pit with a diameter of hundreds of zhang, and the dense hair bar Oh Xuan Bing had already turned into a whole and condensed into a ball, obviously Gan Ping forged his body for himself and Huo'er, and refined and absorbed all the broken magic weapons in this piece.

And Gan Ping obviously didn't mean this, but looked at the depths of this Spirit Soldier Tomb, he could already conclude that in the depths of this Spirit Soldier Tomb, there must be something related to his Da Luo Jin body decision, otherwise it would not drive his own Gong Decision, and thanks to this thing, Gan Ping was able to get out of the great disaster. Now Gan Ping Da Luo Jin's body has been small, and perhaps because of the cultivation in this spirit mound, there is no feeling that the previous magic weapon is out of control, and the Blood Transformation Divine Knife is still quietly floating on his dantian lotus platform, during this period of time, Gan Ping is refining his body at the same time, he also input a part of the refined magic weapon essence into several of his magic weapons, and the power of the Guiyuan Immortal Mountain Diagram has increased again, although it has not returned to the immortal weapon level, but the power has also reached the point of a superb treasure.

With a long roar from his mouth, Gan Ping's body suddenly moved forward, and in an instant, he came to the bottom of the pit, and with a punch, the huge force of millions of stones hit the spirit soldier mound heavily. I must take a look at what is in this spiritual mound, which actually echoes my own magic trick.

Gan Ping's physical strength was now stronger than that of ordinary Mahayana monks, and that terrifying power immediately blasted away the pile of magic weapons, revealing a deep pit. I don't know how many years this thing has existed in this lung alive, gathering countless scattered magic weapons and soldiers to stay in this flame, like a huge star, but now Gan Ping is going to rely on the power of his own body to blast into it.

The sound of the earth resounded throughout the earth, and if it were not for the fact that it was thousands of feet underground, the deafening sound would have caused endless trouble. This Spirit Soldier Mound was originally a forbidden place in this sealed realm, and now that someone is exploring this forbidden place, it will naturally attract a lot of attention, but it is a pity that Gan Ping has already triggered the outbreak of the primeval poison flame when he was forging his body, so that the fire control masters like Yu Ion have to stay away, but now it is quiet and no one disturbs.

The slender palms either turned into palms or turned into circles, and the bombardment on the spirit mound at once, each time it could travel dozens of zhang, and Gan Ping gradually adapted to this new body.

Just as Gan Ping was basking in his newfound strength, he slammed into a hard object with his downward palm, making a loud roar. "This is?" Gan Ping raised his eyebrows, looking at the thing that emitted a fiery red light in surprise, and the faint mysterious lines on it made him happy in his heart.