Gan Ping only felt that the feeling in his body was as if he had been curled up with a rusty and broken head, scraping his flesh inch by inch, and his tough muscles were forcibly broken by this power, making a tooth-sour sound. Compared to the previous sharpness like a steel knife cutting tofu, now the wisp of sword qi in Gan Ping's body has been consumed by half, and the power has also decreased a lot, on the contrary, Gan Ping's physical strength has reached an incredible strength.

At first, Gan Ping also urged Zhen Yuan to keep intercepting this sword qi, and later simply ignored him, letting him toss in his body, and repairing the damage in his body. Although the feeling of tearing his body was painful, he also discovered the benefits for his body, and the Binghuo Fusion Yuan Forging Body True Decision, which was delayed in the third layer of the initial level, actually increased slightly. At the same time, the growth of the true yuan mana in the body is already about to break through the critical point of the middle level of condensation, this rapid growth makes Gan Ping a little uneasy, his own entry is too fast, even if Gan Ping has no cultivation experience, he knows that it is not a good thing.

However, it backfired, and the Blood Transformation Divine Knife absorbed Feng Xingyuan's true yuan and essence blood was too huge, and Gan Ping's cultivation was growing vigorously under the impetus of this huge force. After the previous tribulation and demon slaying, and several times to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, Gan Ping's mental cultivation has far surpassed the current level, but the accumulation of true yuan is not enough, so it has stagnated in the realm of condensation, and now by chance, he has broken through the middle level of condensation in one fell swoop and reached the point of high level.

Opening his eyes, Gan Ping's eyes flashed with essence, and he waved his arms happily, Gan Ping's physical strength had increased to a huge power of two thousand one thousand stones. Compared with the strength of the body of the body cultivator of the middle level of the liquid, the residual wisp of sword qi has been expelled from Gan Ping's body, looking at the faint sword qi flying out of it, Gan Ping secretly thought to himself in his heart, today's humiliation, he will definitely double it in the future, Feng Xingyuan, wash his neck and wait for death.

Glancing at the surrounding environment, Gan Ping frowned deeply, he didn't feel the strangeness of this place at the moment of his life and death before, but now it seems to be extremely weird. It was still a gray mist wandering, even if Gan Ping cast the Spirit Dragon Demonic Determination, he couldn't penetrate the gray mist, and could only see a place dozens of feet away.

The feeling of solidity under his feet came, and Gan Ping stomped his feet, his face changing slightly. I don't know what kind of material is paved here, it is comparable to the refining material of the sixth grade, the color is as gray as the mist, and the texture cannot be seen, like gold is not gold, like stone is not stone. Stepping on it hard, the sound of gold and stone came, which was really weird. Bursts of magic power came from under his feet, like a familiar aura like the witch drum that Gan Ping had bought at a high price before, could it be that this entire witch tomb was a witch weapon refined by the great witch of the witch clan?

This crazy thought flashed through Ganping's mind, and he himself couldn't help but be startled. The witch tomb in front of me is obviously extremely huge, I am afraid that there is not more than a thousand miles of light, if it is really what I think, this ancient witch is too terrifying. Picking up the fire that still has weak qi on the ground, it has cast the forbidden method blessed by the natal law, and it is now in a period of weakness.

Looking at the endless mist, Gan Ping was afraid for a while, it was obvious that he was on the edge of this witch tomb, although he didn't know why Feng Xingyuan didn't chase in, but he was indeed lucky enough. If there were any strange beasts or forbidden methods added to the body when he was healing just now, he and Huo'er would have to die here.

Identifying the direction, Gan Ping walked towards the center of the witch tomb with his own senses. This is also a helpless move, this witch tomb is extremely dangerous, if you have no last resort, you don't have to take this risk, but that Feng Xingyuan will definitely guard the retreat outside, as long as he appears, he will definitely kill the killer and cut himself under the sword. In front is the Witch Tomb, the land of nine deaths and one life, and in the back is the furious Jindan peak monk, even if his cultivation has increased slightly, but it is also a situation of ten deaths, so he has no choice but to walk forward. Moreover, Gan Ping faintly felt that there seemed to be something in this witch array that attracted him.

There is a record of this witch tomb in "Second Immortal Training", the ancient lich war, the demon clan retreated to the Tianling Mountains, and the witch clan escaped from the world. There are only a few stubborn and powerful witches left, who are entrenched everywhere with the formation prohibition they have laid out. Countless cultivators rushed up frantically, wanting to slay demons and eliminate demons. Just the body of the witch clan is the treasure of refining the supreme puppet, not to mention the collection of these great witches for thousands of years.

During that time, there were footprints of cultivators in the witch tombs all over the wilderness, and many witch tombs were forcibly broken through, and the great witches and clansmen who survived in them took away the refining essence blood and puppets in vain. However, who are the people of the witch clan who can be slaughtered by others? There are also countless powerful witches who have slain the enemies who come to attack, and many high-level cultivators have also died in the witch tombs. Because of this, it also relies on the countless investigations and searches of future generations, after all, if you can get a piece of the remnants of the witch god, even if you can't refine it into a puppet, but if you can refine a drop of the witch god's essence blood, it is also very valuable, not to mention that countless high-level monks have fallen here, and the magic weapons on their bodies are even more valuable.

Gan Ping walked forward, careful step by step, for fear of falling into some prohibition. In the era when the great saints were walking all over the land and the immortals were not as good as dogs, this witch tomb was also an extremely dangerous existence. Although the years have changed and time has passed, the forbidden and formation power in this witch tomb have been greatly weakened, coupled with the destruction of the powerful immortals before, the forbidden power in this witch array has been less than one-tenth, and there are also many cultivators who have the courage to cultivate to the highest level to explore in the witch tomb, most of them have gained, but there are not a few who can die. Since Feng Xingyuan forced himself here, he must not have any good intentions, seeing that he did not chase him into the formation, this place must be extremely dangerous, and he couldn't help but be extremely careful.

Trembling, he walked for dozens of miles, bypassing a lot of spatial cracks, looking at the crescent-shaped spatial cracks, which were large enough to be a few feet long, exuding a dim light. Gan Ping couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself that he didn't use the Vertical Golden Light Method, if he hit this spatial crack headlong in the middle of flying, he would definitely be in a different place, and he couldn't die again. Many of these space-time rifts are transparent colors, and if it weren't for Gan Ping's divine sense to detect something wrong, he would have recklessly bumped into them even when he walked.

I don't know what the gray mist in this witch tomb is, but it has the power to block the divine sense, and Gan Ping's divine sense poked out, only to feel as if he had entered a slimy paste, and he couldn't go far before he was weak. You must know that Gan Ping's divine sense, which has cultivated the Thousand Souls Silk Transformation Technique, is several times stronger than that of monks of the same level, but he can only exude his body, and he is not as good as seeing far with his own gaze.

Holding a spirit stone tightly in his hand, he always replenished the true yuan he consumed because he kept casting the spirit dragon to kill his eyes, and there was no trace of aura in this witch tomb, but fortunately, Gan Ping's net worth was quite rich, otherwise it would be difficult to recover mana here. This high-grade spirit stone is really extraordinary, and after absorbing it for so long, it is still full of spiritual energy, and it is endless. The treasure of the high-grade spirit stone is also here, not only can it quickly output spiritual power, but also can automatically absorb the power of the same attribute between heaven and earth to restore spiritual power. Compared with those one-time middle and lower grade spirit stones, they are naturally more popular with monks.

Carefully dodging the spatial cracks everywhere, Gan Ping walked for more than ten hours. Even though he was physically strong, he was exhausted from the oppression of such fear. Ganping suddenly felt a cheerfulness in front of him, and the scenery in front of him made it difficult to say a word when he stood there in a daze.