With a creaking and shattering sound, the formation composed of the four spiritual jians and spirit stones was slashed and broken by this giant axe, and with this huge force, the dozens of spiritual jians all turned into dust. Feeling the sudden pressure above his head, Gan Ping was taken aback, he didn't expect this axe light to come so quickly, so that he didn't even have time to dodge, and the defensive formation he had laid down was only blocked for a moment before it was shattered.

But fortunately, after this block, the momentum of the axe light slowed down, and Gan Ping hurriedly supported the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield in his hand with both hands, and his figure flashed, running towards the gap where the stone door was opened. With a loud "boom", Gan Ping felt that the protective lotus on his head was cut off at once, and there was a burst of strength on the spirit turtle shield that was propped up, and the heavy force almost pressed Gan Ping to the ground, and the bones of his whole body rang like popping beans.

One stumbled to the ground, Gan Ping only felt that his hand bones were about to break, and the power of the axe light just now was almost about to tear the shield in his hand, and with that boundless might, he tore himself apart. Propping himself up with difficulty, Gan Ping was stunned to find that the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield, a three-grade defensive magic weapon in his hand, had been cut through a long gap, and if he delayed it any longer, this giant shield would definitely be split into two pieces.

Looking at the long crack on it, Gan Ping couldn't help but be shocked, what kind of magic weapon was that axe just now? Even this three-grade spirit turtle shield was almost not chased, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart, there was only one high-level magic weapon in his hand to defend, and only this one was initially refined by himself, although he couldn't use it at will, but he also saved himself several times along the way. Seeing that the spirit array above had been destroyed and was difficult to heal, Gan Ping thought thoughtfully.

The axe must have been a witch weapon, and only the evil gold used by the witch people could cause such a great deal of damage. There are no more than two kinds of metal materials for refining weapons in the cultivation realm, evil gold and spirit gold, the materials used to return the sword to Ganping, Xuanhai Shenlong Gold is a kind of spirit gold, refined into a magic weapon, you can let the true yuan spiritual power input, change at will. And the evil gold is unable to strain the soul, and the true yuan mana cannot be used to operate the metal, most of this metal is extremely heavy and hard, and has the effect of blocking mana, and the spirit turtle shield in front of it originally had a self-repairing magic circle, but now it has also been cut off, it is obviously the evil gold.

Secretly sighed, took back this magic weapon, and waited until he had the ability in the future, and then refined and repaired it, but now he was powerless against the magic weapon of these three products.

In front of him, he jumped into a long stone corridor and walked cautiously, but there was nothing unusual in Yue, except that there was still no aura to absorb, and the rest was the same as the outside world, and there was not even a formation. After thinking about it for a while, Gan Ping couldn't help but laugh secretly, he was too worried, it was obvious that this was already the courtyard of a Wu family, and no one had ever seen a ban placed in his house, it was purely for those who were full of food and support, and he was uncomfortable.

Turning the corridor, Gan Ping saw the scene in front of him clearly, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although it was expected that when this kind of witch god fell, it would definitely be invaded by foreign monks, and that there must have been a great battle in this witch tomb, but now it seems that it is even more sympathetic. The large courtyard was already in shambles, and the mottled stains of withered brown blood on the ground had obviously been washed away for a long time, but fortunately it didn't rain, otherwise everything would have washed away.

As Gan Ping walked, the breeze caused the dried blood on the ground to disperse with the wind and disappear. Frowning, it seems that no one has been in this place for a long time. Squinting at it, a corner of clothes was being exposed under a stone table that had been turned over, and Gan Ping hurriedly walked briskly, and under the stone table was the remains of a cultivator in one fell swoop. The corner of the cloth had become slightly white, and I don't know what color it was, and there were simple and obscure runes carved on it, and it was obvious that this was a rather precious rune robe.

With a flick of his hand, a crimson True Yuan power rolled out and wrapped around the shattered stone table that had flipped to the ground. Slightly forced, Gan Ping couldn't help but be a little shocked, it is rumored that this Wu clan has infinite manpower, as for how much power, he doesn't know very well, now it's just this Wu clan's usual thing, so he gave himself a look, this stone table doesn't seem to be big, but it's afraid that there are not more than 100,000 catties to handle.

I just wanted to use my mana to absorb it and put it aside, but this time I really didn't move, and I couldn't help but feel competitive, and I grabbed the corner of the stone table with both hands, and used a slight force. At present, Gan Ping's physical strength is as high as 36,000 stones, although this stone table is heavy, it is not difficult for him, put the stone table aside, Gan Ping clapped his hands, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately he refined that drop of witch essence blood, otherwise, with his original strength of more than 1,000 stones, if he wants to move this stone table, he will be ugly.

Slender fingers slid over the stone table, which Gan Ping had never seen before, and he didn't know how it could be so heavy. Obviously, the entire courtyard was made of this kind of stone, which gave Gan Ping a deep understanding of the power of the Wu people. Glancing at the unlucky ghost who had been smashed out of the pit by the stone table, Gan Ping saw that this guy was not from the Wu Clan.

As the dried vegetables moved the stone table, the breeze brought it up caused the runic robes on this person's body to shatter pieces and fly around like butterflies, revealing the remains of skeletons inside. This rune robe can be seen at a glance is not extraordinary, there is no wind and rain here, it is shrouded by prohibition, and it is so badly weathered, this person is afraid that he is not a monk more than 10,000 years ago, maybe it is even more ancient.

Inside that big pit, there were some broken magic weapons, and some spirit stones, and it was obvious that this monk's storage bag could not withstand the passage of time, and turned into fragments, and the treasures inside were scattered, drowning the upper body of this person who was smashed into the pit, only revealing a pair of leg bones outside, which looked extremely strange.

Catching a glimpse of the golden hue on the leg bones, Gan Ping took a cool breath and narrowed his eyes. Judging from this skeleton, the monk in the pit has cultivated half of the Mahayana golden body. The golden color in the bones is an important feature of the Mahayana golden body's transformation body, that is to say, if it is not for the peculiar body forging exercises, this person must already be a master of the peak of the Yuan Shen or the beginning of the Mahayana. In his eyes, the golden yellow wisps are all over the bones, and it is obvious that the cultivation of this Mahayana golden body has been slightly completed, and when the bones turn into gold, it will reach the peak, and it will be enough to survive the tribulation and soar.

It is such an almost invincible existence in the world, and it actually fell in this small witch mansion, could it be that the ancient witch clan is so terrifying? Gan Ping hurriedly looked around, and sure enough, he found two more corpses not far away, most of them were golden threads on the bones, and there were scattered magic weapons around them. Storage rings and bracelets and other utensils, Gan Ping also knew that in ancient times, most of these great monks cultivated their own magic powers in their sleeves or casually refined a storage bag, as for the rings and bracelets and other extremely strong storage magic weapons, it was in the great war more than 10,000 years ago, the sleeve Qiankun magic was lost.

With the identity of these three people, there were only storage bags on their bodies, and after so many years, they had all turned into nothingness, Gan Ping deduced that these three people must have fallen more than 10,000 years ago. Huo'er screamed in joy, jumped off Ganping's shoulder, and rushed into the great pile of rare treasures, many of which had long since been rendered useless by the passage of time and had been poorly preserved here, but the few that remained were all fine.

Gan Ping helplessly watched this little wealth fan, rummaging through the piles of treasures, and many treasures that made the cultivators outside blush were thrown everywhere, like stones and rubble. Ignoring the joyful fire, Gan Ping frowned and thought carefully, even in ancient times, these three people were a lot of combat power, at that time, all the monks were thinking about looting the core area of the witch tomb, but these three people came here, could it be that there is something here that attracts them?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the tall gatehouse in the courtyard. Built of the same stone, the door of the stone house, which was clearly the place of residence, opened and closed slightly, and the things in it could be faintly seen. Just when Gan Ping wanted to take a look, suddenly Huo'er jumped up and down to his side, pulled the corner of his clothes, and pointed to the wall not far away.