In the dark underground, Gan Ping and Huo'er's vitality and divine thoughts are one, regardless of each other, life and death together. Gan Ping passed on his Heavenly Dao Perception from the Xuan Mingzi and the Fire Spirit Yuan Shen Fragment to Huo'er, but the inheritance knowledge of the Hercules Ape Clan in the bloodline of the Huo'er Divine Beast was also fed back to Gan Ping. I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's hundreds of years.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and Gan Ping slowly opened his eyes. Immediately, the feeling of the mouth and nose being blocked came, and when he opened his eyes, he felt that the endless soil was squeezing on it, squeezing towards his eyes, and he also felt the endless power on his body, which was wrapping his whole body in it, and the powerful force made Gan Ping feel that the bones in his whole body were about to break. Gan Ping was startled, a faint sword light flashed on his body, and he forcibly pushed out the soil wrapped in his body by about half an inch.

Frowning, Gan Ping felt that the true element in his body was extremely weak, like a fire dancing in the air, which could be extinguished at any time. A breath of suffocation was hidden in his chest, and the originally quite powerful sword light was already overwhelmed by the power of this endless soil, as if it was about to collapse. Hurriedly took out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth, the medicinal power was like a warm stream of water, moistening Ganping's dried meridians, and bursts of true yuan mana slowly recovered with the medicinal power. Immediately, Gan Ping's sword light skyrocketed by three feet, and it forcibly opened up a space for this soil.

Gan Ping was surprised to find that his bones and veins that had been broken inch by inch had completely healed, and he was tougher than before. Slightly confused, Gan Ping lowered his head and kept pinching his fingers, it turned out that he had been sleeping for ten years, and in this witch tomb for ten years, there was no half of the aura supplement, fortunately, his sleeping qi was all silent, and there was more real dragon essence and blood to moisturize and maintain the meridians, so that he would not receive damage. It's just this flesh...

Gan Ping smiled bitterly and looked at his skinny body, although it was nourished by the blood of the true dragon, but it was only to repair the injury, in the end, there was still no external aura nourishment, and this body was extremely depleted. The cultivation of a body has dropped by half of the body, and this is still the essence blood nourishment that has been obtained from Feng Xingyuan and has not been fully refined, which has only lasted for so long, if it is not for this, just with the consumption of his own body, maybe the root bone Dao foundation of this body will be damaged. No wonder he hadn't fully absorbed the massive amount of information in his soul before he was awakened by the feeling that his essence and blood had dried up and the oil had run out.

There was a shaking of the chest, and the clothes were torn inch by inch, and the little face of the fire like a skeleton came out. Gan Ping's clothes were originally of ordinary quality, but after being squeezed by the power of the earth in the witch tomb in the past ten years, he could not support it for a long time, and was moved by Huo'er, turning into fragments and floating to the ground, revealing Gan Ping's skinny body. Looking at Huo'er's skeletal body with a wry smile, Gan Ping was helpless for a while. The appearance of the two of them now is not much better than that of the previous one.

The two skeletons, one large and one small, looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. Although most of the strength of the physical body has been dispersed because it has been buried in the ground for a long time, now the realm of Gan Ping and Huo'er is really there. The loss of essence blood, Gan Ping, who has the Heavenly Demon Transformation Blood God Sword, still cares about the loss of essence blood? With a finger of his hand, the blood-red sword light appeared in front of the two large and small skeletons.

Looking at the solid blade in front of him, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a throbbing in his heart. Originally, he also knew that this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, if it reached the extreme, it would definitely be extraordinary, but he didn't know how to make this life-saving killing weapon grow as soon as possible. This magic knife is occasionally strange, only a little bit of the essence blood absorbed, and the rest is fed back to the master, and his own growth is extremely slow, which makes Gan Ping a little helpless. However, several experiences have made Gan Ping discover some strange things, this blood-turning divine knife intangible substance, he doesn't care much about this essence blood, but he likes those who are also intangible substances.

When the demon attacked when he just stepped into the realm of condensation, he was borne by this sword light, and the wisp of sword light in Western Europe turned into a ray of sword light. The Six Desires Heavenly Demon was even more devoured by this divine sword, and only then did this blood-turning divine knife manifest its form. This time, he absorbed Bu Yizhen's Yuan Shen, and this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife was condensed as if it were a substance, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw this Boim Ganping.

Before, when he first entered the cultivation realm, he was ignorant, he was just a young child, but now he has finally refined some of the two masters' primordial gods, and his understanding of the cultivation realm has also deepened a lot, and he is no longer the simple boy he was before. I secretly laughed at my previous stupidity, this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife was obviously to use things like the Divine Soul Yuan Shen to increase its power, but I laughed at myself that I didn't expect this at the time, it was really stupid enough.

Put away this blood god knife, the wonderful patterns and formations on the knife made Gan Ping's heart flutter for a while, it was obvious that it was a strange rule, if you can understand it in detail, it will definitely be of great benefit to yourself. However, Gan Ping was not in a hurry to comprehend, the most important thing at the moment was to restore his own mana, which had been eroded by the power of the earth for so many years, although his body was like being beaten and tempered by a sledgehammer, but it was also very depleted. Just the output of sword light for a while has already made Gan Ping a little overwhelmed.

Holding Huo'er in his arms, he took out two high-grade spirit stones. Originally, I thought that my spirit stone pill would be supported in this underground for more than ten years, but I didn't expect such a change to happen, and this pill and spirit stone were still not consumed much as ten years ago. Swallowing dozens of pills in one gulp, Gan Ping allowed the huge medicinal power to surge around his body. In the past ten years, it has not been in vain, at least the tenacity and strength of this meridian have increased more than tenfold. If he faced Feng Xingyuan at this moment, Gan Ping could swallow nearly a hundred spirit pills in one bite, and he would fly away without being harmed at all with his powerful medicinal power.

However, at this moment, in the face of Feng Xingyuan, the corners of Gan Ping's mouth hooked up a sneer, and his skeleton-like face was extremely strange and terrifying under the faint sword light. Although his own strength is not yet able to match this person, Gan Ping, who has fused and refined the Xuan Shenzi and the Fire Dragon Yuan Shen this time, is not the ignorant young man.

First of all, in terms of the understanding of the use of power, it has improved several times, and the understanding and control of power in the Yuan Shen realm can be seen from the previous Bu Yizhen with a faint true element, he almost broke through the three-grade Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield. What's more, Gan Ping, who has the knowledge and fighting experience of the two of them, how could he put a monk at the peak of Jindan in his eyes. With that vision and resourcefulness, all of Feng Xingyuan's actions were analyzed very thoroughly by Gan Ping, and in the blink of an eye, several countermeasures had been formed in his mind, all of which could make this Feng Xingyuan's life worse than death, but there was no time to care about it at the moment.

With the memory of Xuan Mingzi's cunning primordial god, Gan Ping has found a way to escape from this witch tomb. Although Nabu Yizhen is also a Yuan Shen cultivator, but after all, he is young, although he has stepped into the realm of Yuan Shen for hundreds of years, but after all, he has lost a minute of accumulation of time and time, and he does not have the experience of Xuan Mingzi. Xuan Mingzi is already a master of the Yuan Shen Mahayana, and he is about to enter the Tribulation Period, and he is several times stronger than Bu Yizhen, who has just entered the Yuan Shen. The monks of the Tianfu Continent have been confronting this Wu clan for an unknown number of years, and if this small formation can trap and kill a high-level monk, then the Wu clan does not need to escape from the world.

Gan Ping held Huo'er in his arms and devoted himself to cultivation, and Qi Qi woke up half a month later. Although it still looks like dry bones, the power of the true yuan in the body is already abundant. Gan Ping felt that he had already touched the threshold of the liquid transformation stage, and he only had to go out from this kind of place and find a place full of spiritual energy, and he could break through this realm after cultivating for a few months. If it is said that it will be shocking to the world, you must know that Gan Ping's age is only fifteen years old, and in less than two years, he has touched the threshold of chemical liquid from an ignorant child, and he will definitely be shocked when he says it.

However, Gan Ping didn't care, less than two years was just the time of the outside world, he had been trapped in this witch tomb for ten years now, absorbing the Heavenly Dao perception of Xuan Mingzi and Fire Dragon for ten years, if he couldn't advance, he could die headlong. What's more, his fiancée Ma Ling'er is still sleeping in the Wenlei Pool, calculating the time, she will wake up in less than three years, as long as she wakes up, she is a master of the Jindan realm, and she has a silent Taoist inheritance, and the physique of the Wenlei Pond has changed, and the cultivation will definitely be a thousand miles a day. But he still hasn't even reached the liquid, and with such a fiancée, Gan Ping, as a man, can't help but feel that the pressure has doubled. If your cultivation is not as good as Ling'er at that time, then you really have no face to see.

Flipping his hand, the huge sword body of the Huanshan Sword split a gap, and he slept for ten years, it's time to see what he had gained that day, Gan Ping's goal is the storage ring on Bu Yizhen's remnant body.