Listening to Gan Ping's words, the Xuanyin Ancestor was immediately angry like thunder, this Xuanyin Ancestor went wrong because of the practice, and the meridians were retrograde, although he practiced an amazing cultivation due to misfortune, but his temperament also changed greatly, and he looked like he was neither male nor female. It is precisely because of this that he will behave like his life, and for the woman who fell into his hands, he will humiliate and then brutally kill her.

The most taboo thing about this old demon is that someone mentions this matter, with his identity and cultivation, even if he is also a master of Yuan Shen cultivation, he does not dare to expose his scars at will, for fear that this villain who will repay himself will remember himself. Now Gan Ping didn't pay attention to the taboo of this old demon, and directly stabbed him in the lungs as soon as he opened his mouth, how could this arrogant old demon bear it?

Immediately, there was a strange scream, and this Xuanyi Ancestor looked up to the sky and roared, "Who? Come out for me, see Ancestor, I won't tear you apart in the deep-water port!" At this time, Gan Ping's huge and vast divine thoughts had already rushed like a tsunami, and pressed down fiercely downward. That dragon ball has been fused with the purple lotus in Gan Ping's body, regardless of you and me, although the divine thought Gan Ping can't control it freely, but it is still possible to drive it to act.

How many years ago was Ao Xinglie a strong person? Even if it had fallen for tens of thousands of years, the powerful divine thought had also bound Gan Ping to death, and he couldn't breathe, and now once this residual divine thought was issued, even if there was no change, it was just thrown out by Gan Ping like a stone, and this stone was too big. The expressions of the people in Luo Zhenfang immediately changed greatly, and the three monks who were standing in the corner quietly watching the excitement immediately roared angrily, their bodies flashed, and they appeared outside the door.

"Bold boy, dare to trespass on Luo Zhenfang, quickly retreat!" one of the monks shouted. Three Yuan Baby, Gan Ping couldn't help frowning, originally thought that this Luo Zhenfang was beyond his strength, so he indulged this old devil to act recklessly, but now it seems that it is not like that, the corners of his eyes are cold immediately, and he does not help his relatives, this is Gan Ping's consistent style, no matter how Ma Ling'er and the three daughters anger the Xuanyi ancestor here, their own women can't allow others to interfere in the lesson, this Luo Zhenfang, but it's too much!

"Do you want to stop me, get out of !!" An angry shout like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar came out of Gan Ping's mouth, and the shaking caused things to roll endlessly in a radius of hundreds of zhang, and immediately became a mess. However, the three Yuanying monks who were pointing at him were dizzy for a while, and they were immediately shocked, and they hurriedly calmed down and stabilized their souls, but they didn't expect that Gan Ping had turned into a streamer and swept past them and entered Luo Zhenfang.

The roar of the dragon is enough to shake the monks of the Yuan Shen to the bones of the numb life and death, and Gan Ping, who also has the essence and blood of the true dragon, naturally has this kind of color power, after being shocked to death by the roar of the dragon that day, Gan Ping has realized the method of this sound attack, although it is slightly simple at the moment, the method is single, but the power can not be underestimated.

Flashing past the three unknown Luo Zhenfang monks, Gan Ping had already appeared in the hall. The one sitting on the Taishi chair in the middle is neither male nor female, and the evil and abnormal old monster is not the ancestor of Xuanyi? Feeling the breath like a mountain, Gan Ping's heart is dark, this old demon has broken through the realm of the Yuan Shen many years ago, and now his cultivation can only be more exquisite, so he should be careful.

For a long time, Gan Ping's fight with others has been a cross-level challenge, and he is always facing difficulties, full of fearless looks, but the Xuanyi Ancestor in front of him made Gan Ping's expression a lot more solemn. The gap between the Yuan Shen and the Yuan Ying is too big, even if Gan Ping can threaten the Yuan Ying Monk in the Jindan realm, but this Yuan Shen Realm is already the existence of the Dharma Heaven and Earth, he is the day, it is the law, in front of the low-level monks, it is the Heavenly Dao!

"Jiji, are you that Gan Ping? the little guy who has been lucky all the way? It's just that Yuanying Xiuwei wants to do something with the ancestor? If your master Mo Yifeng comes, you can still deal with me for a day or two..." Listening to the old monster's unashamed words, Gan Ping couldn't help but secretly spit in his heart, this shameless guy who relies on the old and sells the old, if it is really his own master, how can you be so arrogant? Although this old thing is many years higher than his own master who has entered the Yuan Shen, but the fighting power is not anyone's qualifications, his own master Mo Yifeng, a Gengjin sword gang is indestructible, although it is only the first level of the Yuan Shen, but it is enough to make many high-level monks of the Yuan God frightened, after all, the name of the first sword cultivator of Miaocheng Sect is not called in vain.

Glancing at Ma Ling'er, who was angry in mid-air and slashed with a sword in his hand, Gan Ping frowned slightly. The Xuan Bing in Ma Ling'er's palm is the treasure obtained from the Shuifu Immortal Palace, the first-grade Xuan Bing Thunder Sword, extremely sharp, but I didn't expect that even the pink magic weapon could not hurt at all, obviously this old monster has two brushes.

"Seniors, you have to forgive people, don't force them too hard..." Gan Ping groaned slightly, and said in a deep voice, if you can not fight with this old demon, it is better not to do it, after all, I am not sure to take it down, after all, the consumption of the life-killing technique is too large, and the cultivation of myself and this old monster is too different, and it is still unknown whether it can succeed.

"Spare people? hahaha..." Hearing Gan Ping's words, the Xuanyi Ancestor immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, and danced with a crazy expression, "Let me spare people, why didn't you spare people that day? Why didn't you think of sparing people when you burned my beloved disciples to death with real fire? I didn't expect you to have today, hahaha..." Gan Ping's heart was shocked, and a bad thought immediately rose, no wonder this little female cultivator of Luo Zhenfang would be embarrassed by the identity of Xuanyi Ancestor, it turned out that all this was aimed at herself.

As the ancestor of Xuanyi, it is really a bit cheap to treat a female cultivator who has not achieved gold pills in this way, but it turns out that it is because of himself that this flower has no clothes to suffer so much. And this act did not lead to himself, but he accidentally attracted Ma Ling'er's three daughters, which also forced Gan Ping to be difficult to hide. "I don't know who your beloved disciple is..." Gan Ping collected his mind for a moment and said in a deep voice.

I didn't expect this Xuanyi Ancestor to come for himself, Gan Ping immediately asked, there were too many monks who died under him, and he couldn't remember a little, this Xuanyin Ancestor was notorious, who could have anything to do with it? Hearing Gan Ping's words, Xuan Yin Old Ancestor immediately laughed, "Boy, have you forgotten the fire on the Heavenly City?"

"It's him!" Gan Ping's eyes immediately turned red, his cousin Gan Ruomo, his heart hurt forever. At the same time, he blamed himself and also had a faint question, although this Lu Xiaoyao misbehaved, but in the end he was also a disciple of Yao Ri Sect, although Yao Ri Sect had a bad reputation, but he couldn't do such a rebellious thing, the Ding Furnace women who chose double cultivation were all willing, but how could this Lu Xiaoyao do things so unscrupulously?

Now it is already clear, it turns out that Lu Xiaoyao is a disciple of Ling Xiaotian on the surface, but he secretly took over the mantle of Xuanyi Ancestor, and the Yaori Mountain of the Yaoyao Sect is only more than a hundred miles away from the Soul Splitting Mountain where this Xuanyao Ancestor is located. It's no wonder that this Lu Xiaoyao acts so unscrupulously, but the reason is here.

There was a touch of blood red in his eyes at some point, and Gan Ping said in a deep voice: "He, damn it, you, should die too!" In the exclamation of everyone, a sword light swept out, no matter how strong the opponent was, Gan Ping did not have the habit of passively shooting, only to attack against attack, desperately fighting. With his body and sword, rolling up the sword qi is thousands, such a power even Xuanyi Ancestor can't help but be moved, this Mo Yifeng is really worthy of being a world-famous sword cultivator, and this disciple trained is so exquisite in swordsmanship.

However, with Gan Ping's cultivation, although it was a slight threat to this Xuanyin Ancestor, it was just to move him, but it was not a big problem. With a strange laugh, Xuan Yi Old Ancestor stretched out a small hand as soft as a woman, and with a flick of his fingers, it had already hit Gan Ping's sword blade hard. "Oh hehehe·····" With a strange laugh, Gan Ping's arrow-like body had already flown upside down, "Junior, do you still think you can hurt my ancestor? Leave me obediently today, not only you, even your woman is mine!"

The arrogant Xuanyi Ancestor didn't notice that the strange look and the expression on Gan Ping's face that flew upside down, even if it was a blow from the Yuan Shen Monk, it didn't hurt Gan Ping in the slightest, and now his physical body has reached an extremely strong level. Just as Gan Ping's sword light erupted, a faint transparent spark had already circled behind the trapped Ma Ling'er, and swooped down viciously towards the peach-colored mist.