The four of them formed horns with each other, and they all looked at this god-attracting grass with fierce eyes, and the three of them looked at Gan Ping's expressions, all of which were full of disdain, which made Gan Ping speechless for a while. Since refining that trace of chaotic qi, Gan Ping's aura has gradually tended to return to the basics, not to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but this wisp of chaotic qi on his body at the moment, even he himself has not figured out what is going on.

As for the son of the god of fire, Ai Ai couldn't say, but it was certain that it was obviously a sign of mastering another level of power. This is equivalent to the rest of the Taiyi True Immortals all beating people with wooden sticks, but in Gan Ping's hand is a stainless steel dagger, which is a little shorter, but it is indestructible, and if one is not checked, it will be the end of blood splashing in five steps.

Gan Ping naturally didn't reason with these people, but just as these people were staring at each other and guarding against each other, suddenly behind Gan Ping, a vast scorching power came, and the rumbling thunder sound penetrated straight into his ears, "Xianjiamen is doing business!

Gan Ping and this Xianjia Gate can be said to have a grudge against his father, although it is not clear why this Xianjia Gate appears here, but the killing intent in Gan Ping's chest is difficult to suppress. With a backhand grab, a huge force came, and there were bursts of flame power attached to it, which made Gan Ping's palm burn painfully.

"Are you playing with fire in front of me?" Gan Ping's arm was forced, and he immediately grabbed the tip of the whip in his palm, and suddenly shook, and immediately stiffened with the whip-wielding person. At this moment, Gan Ping saw clearly what the person who attacked him looked like. In mid-air, a huge palace-like chariot was rumbling and flying, and in front of this chariot, it was actually sixteen true dragons of the twenty-third order pulling the chariot, which made Gan Ping couldn't help but be stunned.

Sixteen Golden Immortals and the True Dragons of the Xuan Immortal Realm pulled the cart, the owner of this chariot was not afraid that the dragon clan would trouble him? On this chariot, a brilliant flame was like a blooming flower, golden color, vast power, Gan Ping's eyes couldn't help but light up, "Apollo Golden Ten Heavenly Fire!

It is no wonder that Gan Ping was surprised, this legend is the flame generated when the first golden flower bloomed at the beginning of heaven and earth, and it has the power of no less than any kind of innate divine flame, and it is still surpassed. Strength is the greatest feature of this Apollo Golden Heavenly Fire, unparalleled power, without any mixed attributes, simply relying on amazing power to bloom, this pure flame is the favorite of all fire immortals.

The sixteen-headed Heavenly Dragon opened the way, the Apollo Golden Heavenly Fire Canopy, and this was obviously a chariot with a rudimentary artifact, so it was no wonder that the burly man standing in front of the chariot had the strength to fight with himself. This big man is full of beard, and his figure is three feet away, and he is actually a native of the Longbo country who has long been extinct in the worlds, and he has even cultivated to the realm of the Immortal Monarch.

In many classics, there is such a sentence that the people of Longbo country feed on the big ao as big as an island, and they are born with infinite strength, and every adult man in Longbo country has a figure of thousands of feet, and the physical strength alone is enough to be comparable to that of a monk of Yuanying. Such a race is simply a god-defying existence when cultivating, but perhaps because it is too perfect, the cultivation path of the Longbo people is bumpy step by step, and the thunderstorms that have fallen are also thousands of times that of ordinary monks.

However, the people of Longbo are straightforward, once they recognize the master, they will never betray, and they have a burly figure, and they are the favorite of many immortal cultivators. In the ancient rites, there are records of 306 people in Longbo and the princes relied on. This Longbo country is the Praetorian Guard, the honor guard, and the façade of the master of the fairy world. However, with the vicissitudes of life, this Longbo country has already thinned its blood. Coupled with the calamities, the Longbo people who have practiced the immortal law are far less than the speed of reproduction in the primitive state. , gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

The Longbo people in front of him are already the cultivation of the first level of the Immortal Monarch, and the strength of his body is even stronger, which is comparable to the ordinary Taiyi True Immortal, plus the power of these sixteen-headed true dragons and Apollo Jinxun Heavenly Fire, even if it is an ordinary Taiyi True Immortal, he must retreat and avoid its edge for the time being. It's a pity that this freak of the Longbo Kingdom has met Gan Ping, a more perverted freak, and now Gan Ping's reincarnation immortal golden body is becoming more and more Mahayana, just with the physical body, he has the power to resist the high-level Taiyi True Immortal, plus the opening of the Ten Origin Seas, even if he confronts the chauffleman of this Longbo Kingdom, he will not fall behind.

This Longbo countryman's face was purple and red, and the superb immortal whip in his palm, which had been tempered thousands of times, woven with 3,700 kinds of rare silk, and refined by 7,900 kinds of demon beast backbones, was making a creaking sound, which was obviously unbearable to bear the huge force of people, and it actually had a tendency to break. This made the coachman can't help but be horrified in his heart, he has been cultivated in the fairy world for countless years, and the original simple Longbo people have already become ghosts and ghosts.

After all, the four people were present, and the other three were all masters of the Taiyi True Immortal Realm, and the fool also knew how to choose, and the unlucky should naturally be Gan Ping, who had the lowest cultivation. This coachman is confident, with his own strength, coupled with the power of sixteen true dragons, he will definitely be able to tear this Immortal Monarch kid in his way to pieces, this is not the first time he has done such a thing, so he is naturally familiar with it.

But what he didn't expect was that his whip went down, and he actually fell short, and he was grabbed by this unknown boy, feeling the strong power from the tip of the whip, he finally knew that he had encountered an iron plate today. With a cold snort, Gan Ping's not sturdy arm slowly exerted force, pulling the whip, which was already stretched straight, to make a burst of breaking sounds, each of which seemed to hit the coachman's heart.

His eyes were red, and the crazy battle intent in the blood of Long Boguo had already used his eyes, and the coachman roared angrily, and suddenly exerted force, but was thrown by Gan Ping casually and overturned from the chariot. "Xianjiamen, just in time!" lowered his gaze, and Gan Ping let out a sneer. He should also calculate the account between himself and this immortal armor gate, just now he has felt that in this chariot, there is a sword qi faintly stirring the remaining sword qi in the dragon ball, he originally thought that he was going to kill the immortal armor gate, and the body of this sword talisman was like a lifeless return to the yuan sword, but he didn't expect to meet the owner of this sword qi here today.

Since you're here, don't go!" A smile appeared at the corner of Gan Ping's mouth, but the curtain of the chariot was suddenly opened, and a slender figure walked out of it, "Who dares to stop the driving of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch? Don't you know how to write the dead word? Huh? It's you!" This person saw Gan Ping, and immediately a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and immediately a streamer flew out of his cuffs, towards Gan Ping's cover, which was a magic weapon of Jinpa.

"Since you're here, let me stay!" Gan Ping saw this Jinpa flying in, not dodging or dodging, the person on the opposite side was the Qingliu Immortal Venerable who had not met for a long time, but he didn't expect to meet this Xianjiamen and his party today, no matter what, the new hatred and old hatred were over together. Overhead, a cloud of fire turned into seven lotus flowers and spun out, and in an instant, the piece of Jinpa turned into flying ashes.

With Gan Ping's cultivation at this time, the strength of the innate divine flame, even if this Qingliu Immortal Venerable is already the body of a Taiyi True Immortal, he doesn't want to take himself down with a high-grade immortal weapon. Pity this Qingliu Immortal Venerable, arrogant, he has long forgotten Gan Ping's previous appearance of showing his might, after all, after experiencing such a battle of masters, it is inevitable that some things will be forgotten, but some things are forgotten, which means that there is a price.

A sword light rushed into the sky, and the Heavenly Demon Blood God Divine Knife came to the body of this Qingliu Immortal Venerable in an instant, with a weeping and whining sound, and slashed down towards the top of his head. The wailing sound, Gan Ping looked at a dark golden flying sword floating in front of the pale Qingliu Immortal Venerable in surprise, this flying sword was full of simple and mysterious patterns, bursts of powerful power were drumming in it, this artifact-level flying sword was constantly trembling, obviously not good with the blow of the Heavenly Demon Blood God Sword.

The Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife roared triumphantly in the air, and just then it slashed down, and its fierce killing intent had already stabbed into the spirit of the flying sword in front of him, and the fear that came from the spirit of this artifact, it could clearly feel it. Medium-grade artifacts versus high-grade artifacts, if it weren't for the superior quality of this flying sword, I'm afraid it would have already been hit hard.

"This little friend, why can't you get along with my Xianjiamen? Since this Shenjiamen was born, my Xianjiamen can naturally get a piece of the pie, and it is a bit too much!"

Gan Ping's eyes had been attracted by this flying sword, like the Immortal Returning Yuan Sword! It turned out that this sword was not a superb immortal weapon, but an advanced artifact! But so what? Since the sword qi had damaged his father's divine soul, it could only suppress you alive! Seeing that Gan Ping did not react, the old man immediately showed a look of displeasure on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he rolled his eyes, "Junior, is this how your parents taught you?"

The corners of Gan Ping's mouth smirked, don't look at this mixed ancestor who looks upright, kind and kind, but with Gan Ping's divine awareness, on this chariot, there are already several masters quietly lurking beside him, and this faintly formed big array, the most sharp place, is the old thing in front of him!