In the dark night, the wind howled, driving the wind and pear forests outside the city to sway, and the shadows swayed, and it seemed indescribably lonely against the backdrop of the brightly lit Shuofeng City. The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of murder! Several wild wolves roamed and wailed in the green and yellow meadows, and their heart-rending howls resounded through the night sky, and their green eyes looked around, revealing their ferocious and cold meaning. This is the city of the wind, the day is noisy and lively, the warm breeze is warm, but at night it is lonely and the wind sweeps away, and a touch of moonlight shows a trace of eyebrows and eyes in the clouds, and the glimmer is scattered on the ground.

Withered grass, as famous as the wind pear in Shuofeng City, this grass is half green and half yellow in winter and summer, but it is the best private chat for livestock. The soldiers of Yanrong are strong, and the cavalry dominates a corner, and the credit of this withered grass is indispensable. This large area of grassland is where Shuofeng City raises cavalry horses, but tonight, two uninvited guests came.

Bursts of ghostly howls roared in the air, and the powerful aura caused several wild wolves roaming the wasteland to frighten themselves and run away. The stench on the originally quiet and desolate pasture was unbearable. Mo Yeqing, who was shaking the huge claw giant hammer, had a fierce light in his eyes, and he looked a hundred times more ferocious than the wild wolf in the wasteland. "Evil animal, look for death!" he climbed his eyes slightly narrowed, and nine white skulls flew out of the white bone hammer in his palm, flying towards the wild wolf fleeing below.

The strange laughter sounded suddenly, and the wild wolf below who had fled was frightened by this strange breath, and its head fell to the ground, looking like it didn't dare to move. In an instant, the souls and flesh of more than ten wild wolves were devoured by the nine skulls, and the skulls with blue ghost fire flashing in Bai Sensen's eyes were smiling and surround Mo Yeqing's side.

"Nine sons and mothers of the White Bone Asking Heart Hammer, your Moye family actually handed over this magic weapon to you?" Gan Ping frowned slightly, when he first saw this claw monster hammer, the evil aura coming from it made Gan Ping's heart quite uncomfortable, and now he affirmed the origin of this magic weapon. "In your eyes, this is one of the few strange treasures that my Moye family ancestor ruled the world back then, boy, it is your blessing that you can die under this hammer. Today, I want to avenge the murder of my brother in Nanji Mountain that day, so let's take my life!"

The giant hammer in his hand was swung, and the nine skulls roared towards him, and the quack monster laughed and scrambled towards Ganping. With a shake of the mountain sword in his hand, Gan Ping fought hard with the skeleton that was bitten first, this nine sons and mothers of white bones and heart hammers were really evil and domineering, Gan Ping only felt that a huge evil aura came from the mountain sword immediately, and the non-stop ghost roar disturbed his mind.

The corners of his mouth sneered slightly, and a layer of white flames rose from Gan Ping's body, if it was said that disturbing the mind and hooking the heart fire, what was more powerful than the heart-burning heavenly fire? Sure enough, as soon as the Silent True Flame that contained and refined the breath of the Burning Heart Heavenly Fire appeared, the nine strange heads immediately screamed as if they had encountered something terrible, and they spun around Gan Ping, but no matter how Mo Yeqing urged, they didn't dare to step forward and bite.

Mo Yeqing roared angrily, the spell in his mouth moved again and again, and the nine skulls were full of ghost fire in their eyes, and black gas erupted from their mouths, besieging the sky to death. Frowning slightly, Gan Ping had already discovered the strange effect of the Nine Sons and Mother's White Bone Inquiry Hammer, which actually formed a small killing formation and trapped himself in the center, which had the same effect as the method of the sword formation. Sneering slightly, Gan Ping let out a long roar in his mouth, and the sword pointed directly at Na Mo Yeqing, how could Gan Ping, who was familiar with the formation, not see that Mo Yeqing, who was holding the mother hammer, was the eye of the formation?

Mo Yeqing saw Gan Ping attacking, he was not surprised and rejoiced, waved the giant hammer in his hand, and fought with Gan Ping, for this brother killer, he was already resentful, and wanted to use it with his own hands. The strong wind was howling, and the huge white bone hammer collided with the mountain sword in Gan Ping's palm, which made the mountain sword tremble, and Gan Ping's heart rose with a burst of helplessness, this mountain sword was a magic weapon given to him by his master, the first sword in his life, but now it seems that the grade and strength are too poor.

In front of the Nine Sons and Mother's Heart Hammer of the second rank, this Returning Mountain Sword could not resist at all, and under the impact of that huge force, the Returning Mountain Sword, which had already been forbidden to suffer heavy blows, made a burst of cracking sounds. And Namo Yeqing rattled and laughed, "Boy, suffer death! Your tattered blade can't resist my hammer at all, look how I smash your head hard!"

Gan Ping's expression was slightly gloomy, and he pulled back and swept back, and in an instant, there was an ugly strange scream, and a huge fiery red figure flashed in front of him. Holding the colorful and radiant five fires and seven birds in his palm, Gan Ping sneered slightly in his heart, if this Mo Yeqing is really just these means, then stay here today, with the power of himself and the Golden Crow, the group can kill this Mo Yeqing here.

Feeling the golden crow heavenly fire rising from the three-legged golden crow, the skull that formed the formation screamed again and again, whether it was the heart burning heavenly fire or this golden crow heavenly fire, it was the nemesis of such evil things. Mo Yeqing was so angry that he roared, the giant hammer in his hand swung again and again, and a huge cloth banner rose up behind him, the cloth flag was blue and bright, and the talismans on it flickered endlessly, exuding bursts of strange charm.

With a cruel laugh, Namo Yeqing grabbed the cloth banner behind him, and shook it towards Gan Ping from afar, and immediately Gan Ping felt the sky spinning, and his soul seemed to be sucked out by this cloth flag, and he was shocked at the moment, and slapped a palm on the three-legged golden crow who was also shaking. The huge bird's body immediately turned into a red light and flew into the treasure fan in his palm.

This kind of magic weapon to attack the divine soul is the nemesis of the Golden Crow without the body, if it weren't for the fact that the body of the three-legged Golden Crow is still in his own Five Fire and Seven Fowl Fan, maybe it would have been sucked away by the cloth flag. The blue light on his head was scattered, and the big Sumeru spiritual light spun and flew out, covering Gan Ping's divine soul in it, and three wisps of clear air appeared on the top of Gan Ping's head, turning into three snow-white lotus flowers to protect Gan Ping's spiritual platform.

It is the great magic power of the three flowers gathering at the top, with the support of these three lotus flowers, no matter how Namo Yeqing shakes the cloth flag in his hand, it is difficult to be willing to divide it evenly. Originally, when Gan Ping was sacrificed by Xuan Mingzi, he fiercely tempered his divine soul, and the elders in the sect completely solidified his divine soul through the method of refining the heart, and now Gan Ping's divine soul is only stable, which is unimaginable. Otherwise, if anyone else comes, even if there is a divine object such as the Great Sumeru Spiritual Light Lamp, he will be caught off guard by the cloth banner and lose his soul, and life and death will fall into the hands of the enemy.

Gan Ping didn't expect that this Mo Yeqing would have such a weird magic weapon, he was caught off guard and almost landed, and he didn't hesitate at the moment, the clothes behind him exploded, and two fiery red wings about three feet long suddenly appeared, reflecting the red glow in the sky on this side, and the sound was majestic like a god descending to earth. There was a sudden light in front of him, and Mo Yeqing couldn't help but subconsciously squint his slender eyes, but Gan Ping in front of him suddenly disappeared.

After all, it was a high-level Jindan monk, Mo Yeqing sensed the danger behind him in a blink of an eye, and the giant hammers in his hands struck backwards, and the nine skeletons that had originally besieged Gan Ping also roared strangely, rushing towards him. The blazing aura behind him rushed in, and a sharp feeling hit his vest, but it was blocked by the white bone hammer. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Yeqing had already noticed that the white bone heart hammer connected to his mind had been broken hard, and he was hit hard and rushed forward with a mouthful of blood.

Gan Ping's eyes were full of cold meaning, if it weren't for his own Blood Transformation God Sword Spirit falling into a deep sleep, he would have killed this Mo Yeqing with one sword, why bother with so many things. However, with the strength and sharpness of this witch blade body, it has already severely damaged the magic weapon in Mo Yeqing's palm, and he must be uncomfortable when his mind is connected to the hair bag, right?

It is this Yingyu wings that have absorbed thousands of years of Netherworld Flame, and when refining this pair of wings, Gan Ping simply tried his best and used countless means to seal the Netherworld Flame in these wings at the edge of the wings. It's a pity that there is only a trace of the fire of the Netherworld Flame in these wings, although it is vicious, it is not as domineering as the main body. Looking at the wailing Mo Yeqing, Gan Ping especially longed for the power of refining the ghostly evil phoenix into his treasure fan.

With a roar from the sky, Mo Yeqing couldn't stop wailing, and his whole body swelled violently, "Boy, you forced me, today I will tear you inch by inch and swallow it to eliminate the qi in my chest!" With Mo Yeqing's roar, his body slowly expanded in Gan Ping's surprised eyes, and the clothes on his body sneered and cracked, and in an instant, he turned into a half-human and half-scorpion existence with a height of more than ten zhang. And the Netherworld Evil Flame that was originally wrapped around Mo Yeqing's body was swallowed by him in one gulp, and his strange smile turned into a black mist.

A burst of jealousy rose in his heart, Gan Ping looked at the monster opposite with cold eyes, and finally understood why he still felt a familiar aura in him, it turned out that this nine-tailed fire scorpion had merged with this ink night celebration.

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