Obviously, these seven-grade magic weapons were a little unbearable in this thunder, but they were slightly damaged after such a while. This set of Star Spirit Silver Jian was originally a formation thing that Mo Yifeng refined for him when Gan Ping first learned the formation, and the material was extremely ordinary. There is such an unwritten rule in this Wei Yu Peak Earth Fire Temple. The disciple wants what kind of magic weapon he wants, he must refine it himself, and the teacher cannot arbitrarily reward the powerful magic weapon, so as not to delay the disciple's practice.

Obviously, Mo Yifeng strictly abided by this rule, the flying sword that could only fly and could not fight, the six-grade sword blank returning to the mountain sword, and this star spirit silver jian, were all roughly refined and given to Gan Ping. If Gan Ping is not satisfied, he can go to refine the magic weapon, if he wants to ask the master to make a move, it is impossible, and the master leads the door to practice in person, which is what it means.

Therefore, this Star Spirit Silver Jian is not a good magic weapon at all, it is just that Mo Yifeng casually took out a piece of Star Spirit Cold Light Iron and casually refined it into three hundred and sixty Star Spirit Silver Jian of the Shanghe Zhou Tian Star Dou Technique, as for the texture, it is simply unsightly. Now, as soon as this Star Spirit Silver Jian entered the formation of this divine kingdom, it was stirred by the power of this thunder and trembled, and it was about to shatter.

Flattened mouth, Gan Ping glanced at the silver glittering silver jian with disdain, his master was really lazy, and he was so surprised that he didn't have a single thing that he could take out his hands on, and he wanted to refine a set of magic weapons for arranging formations after going back and forth, and this kind of magic weapon was not suitable for his current cultivation.

After a succession of counts and star spirit silver jian, a small forbidden method was laid out, and the trembling of the original silver jian stabilized. In the roadmap left by Bu Yizhen, there has long been a crack on the prohibition here, and Gan Ping can pass through this fringe step by step as long as he follows the steps. Although he felt as if something was calling him in this divine country, Gan Ping resisted the temptation and was not moved at all, after all, no matter how good the spiritual thing is, it must have a life to absorb it, otherwise it is just an empty word.

The light flickered, and a large space was vacated in front of him, and it was obvious that the forbidden method that Gan Ping had just stopped had taken effect, breaking the formation. The left hand was in the sleeve and kept calculating, and the silver light of the right hand flew out from time to time, Gan Ping did not dare to slack off, and began to break through the heavy formations in this god country step by step.

There are more than how many formations in this divine country, overlapping and overlapping echo each other, although there is a cracking method left by Bu Yizhen, but Gan Ping is also trembling as if walking on thin ice, not daring to be careless. In this terrifying world of thunder, one accidentally is crushed by thunder and shattered. Just before Gan Ping almost made a mistake, the thunder in the sky rushed down with a dark and obscure aura, fortunately Gan Ping was clever and quickly dodged.

Looking at the dark black lightning that swept in front of him, Gan Ping's hair was unkempt because of the electric current brought by the phone, and cold sweat was already flowing behind him. Gan Ping recognized that it was the Silent Evil Heavenly Thunder that narrowly hit him, the top 100 extremely powerful thunder light among the three thousand thunder methods, with his small body and bones, if he was hit by it, it would be absolutely irresistible, and it would definitely turn into ashes.

With this thrill, Gan Ping couldn't help but be more cautious, and he was extremely cautious every step. This kingdom of God covers an area of thousands of miles, and even if it is inserted diagonally from the edge, it will take more than a thousand miles to walk. Gan Ping is not the formation of everyone Bu Yizhen, he can break the ban at will, some formations he has never heard of, so he has to study the formation, while moving forward slowly, the speed of progress in the day can be described as turtle speed, very slow.

Although the speed is slow, he can only travel nearly a few dozen miles a day, but Gan Ping's formation cultivation is improving step by step, and on the first day he has just entered it, he can only walk a few miles, and he is a little physically exhausted. Now for half a month, every day it is enough to break through more than a dozen formations in one breath and travel dozens of miles.

This formation really requires a lot of practice to master, for more than half a month in a row, the devil's eyes, every day non-stop calculation and arrangement, Gan Ping's formation cultivation is as if on a flying sword, straight into the sky. The same increase is the power of Gan Ping's divine soul, although he has obtained the pure divine thoughts from the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, but it is not his own cultivation after all, and he has never been able to mellow his wishes in control.

But after this period of use, coupled with the strong pressure from the outside world, Gan Ping quickly refined and mastered it and turned it into his own divine soul power. At present, Gan Ping's physical body is far superior to that of monks of the same level, but the power of this divine soul is also strong and abnormal, compared to these two, that little cultivation is a little too much. But this is only because of the inability to absorb the aura here, Gan Ping, who has experienced the experience of wandering on the verge of death, is now reborn and a different person.

This delicate and handsome young man, with a touch of perseverance and coldness in his originally mellow and elegant atmosphere, is far from the appearance of a scholar before. Once Mo Yifeng didn't like the temperament of his disciple, he was elegant, and the whole person was like a good baby. Although he still loves this disciple, Mo Yongfeng feels that Gan Ping lacks a trace of heroism, and he doesn't look like a cultivator no matter what.

Xiu Zhenren goes against the sky, has a strong mind to overcome obstacles, and has his own mind, but this Gan Ping is harmonious and harmonious every day, handsome and elegant like a scholar in the world, and it is inevitable that he will be looked down upon. It's just that Mo Yifeng also knows that this thing can't be forced, and only after the tempering of blood and fire can a good piece of steel show his sharpness and brilliance. Today's Gan Ping has gradually taken on the appearance of a head.

Seeing that the formation in front of him was broken, Gan Ping flew forward expressionlessly, and a Star Spirit Silver Jian in one corner suddenly burst, turning into several fragments scattered in the air. Without raising the corner of his eye, Gan Ping put away the remaining Yinjian, which was already the fifty-third Lingjian that had been damaged since entering this Divine Kingdom Formation. Helplessly, the material of this Star Spirit Silver Treasure is too poor, and it can't stand the pressure of the formation, and it is extremely normal to damage it.

The sleeves rolled up, and a red light flew out, sucking the storage bag on the waist of the corpse on the ground into his hand. The divine sense probed into it, and Gan Ping showed a satisfied smile, it was the easiest to really make a fortune from the dead. Previously, in the water, fire, and wind forbidden law in that place, Gan Ping made a fortune and harvested many storage bags of monks trapped in it, although there was no spirit stone elixir, but there were also a lot of magic weapons. In the end, he scavenged a lot on Bu Yizhen, looking at the rare treasures full of rings, Gan Ping's heart was slightly excited.

However, entering this body country, every time a formation is broken, the corpses of the fallen monks appear from time to time, which makes Gan Ping make a small profit. After careful calculation, there are more than 100 large and small storage bags in Gan Ping's hands, seven storage bracelets, and as for the ring, it is so much that Bu Yizhen has always been, and this kind of ring-type storage magic weapon is also relatively precious in the cultivation world.

As for the magic weapons, there are countless magic weapons, but what makes Gan Ping a little dissatisfied is that most of these magic weapons are not of high grade, except for Bu Yizhen's ring, most of them are written in ordinary colors, located between the fourth and seventh grades. After all, this is only the edge of the kingdom of God, and it is hundreds of times less powerful than the prohibition of the core.

Dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, but Gan Ping did not dislike it, after all, mosquito legs are also meat, right? I have become a true disciple, and I will have to participate in the affairs of the door in the future, and it is best to use these magic weapons to give favors.

Gan Ping took out some of the things that could be used to arrange the formation and put them in the black paint ring, and the rest of the brains were scattered in a bracelet. As for those demon beasts and the like, they were all given to Huo'er, and he was allowed to put them in the bracelet on the little claws, and take them out every day to fiddle with them, which was a pleasure in boredom.

Looking at the shabby appearance of such a bracelet on Huo'er's body, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little guilty, Huo'er's headband was on the Sunhua Dragon Peak, damaged under the Heavenly Tribulation. As for the Juntian Stick, it was damaged during the previous battle with Feng Xingyuan, so that Huo'er was now alone on his little paw, extremely shabby.

Gan Ping secretly made a decision in his heart, and when he got out of this place, he would definitely refine a set of full-body weapons and magic weapons for Huo'er. Shaking the storage bag in his hand and catching the last spirit stone that rolled down from it, Gan Ping sighed and looked into the distance. It's been half a month, but I've only walked out of such a small distance, fortunately, the time here is different from the outside world, otherwise I don't know what time to get out of here and return to the sect.

In this kingdom of gods, the treasures on the fallen monks are one level higher than before, and Gan Ping has also obtained a lot of spirit stones, after all, these people have broken through the water, fire, and wind prohibition to come here, and this spirit stone has not been consumed much, so it has solved Gan Ping's urgent need.