"When you enter my door, you should be careful to respect the elders and the young, carry forward the door, and inherit all ·····things." The nagging words made Gan Ping speechless for a while, but the extremely strong coercion made Gan Ping dare not take it lightly. After passing several levels one after another, I didn't expect to face a test of the soul in the end.

This huge talisman treasure was like a star burning in front of him, and the coercion that seemed to last forever almost oppressed Gan Ping's soul to the point that he couldn't breathe. However, the nagging words were still endless, like a nightmare, drifting in Gan Ping's ears, and all they turned over and over were useless words, which made him extremely irritable, but he couldn't do it.

The more this happened, the more intense the flame in his heart became, "Enough!" In Gan Ping's divine soul, countless huge thoughts rushed out, turning into a giant knife, and the formation on it was faint, as if it was somewhat similar to the Blood Transformation Divine Knife. His mind was clear, Gan Ping had already realized, and it was obvious that he had entered this illusion, and if he couldn't break free, he would obviously get lost in this nagging.

The sword light swept all over the sky, and in an instant, it tore apart a piece of sky in front of him, and in this knife, there was an endless sense of decisiveness, and the sword of wisdom was raised high, and everything was slashed! With the slashing of Gan Ping's knife, the edict Taiyi Immortal Xuantian Dongling Town Demon Capital Rune on the top of his head was immediately pressed down, as if he wanted to teach this arrogant boy a lesson, and immediately Gan Ping spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his left knee fell to the ground, and the bones on his body made a creaking sound.

"Drink!" A roar, under this terrible pressure, Gan Ping's body was full of light, and the big Luo Jin's body immediately ran wildly, and the figure stood up step by step. However, at this moment, the chatter in the air was incomparable, and Luo Ri's wordy voice suddenly changed, revealing a little killing intent, "Before you get started, you have to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?

With the sound of this voice, a clear phoenix roar resounded through the nine skies, and an emerald green figure appeared in mid-air at some point, swooping towards Gan Ping viciously. "Divine Beast Qingluan?" Gan Ping was shocked in his heart, only to see a body covered in emerald green feathers, with a shining divine light on his body, a little fiery red crown on his head, and his eyes were like electricity, and he was rushing towards him.

Qingluan, also known as Cangluan, is the legendary upper god bird, and the mythical bird Phoenix is in the same vein, is the king of birds, the sacred beast of the wood genus. It's just that Gan Ping feels that the Qingluan in front of him seems to be different from the legendary wood divine bird, and there is no coercion of the legendary top level. The slightly illusory body made Gan Ping have a trace of enlightenment, obviously this Qingluan was transformed by someone with a secret method, but at this moment, it was too late to think about it, the sharp beak like a spear was already approaching Gan Ping's eyebrows.

The wood is wind and thunder, and the entire Qingluan is like a flag gun hanging upside down, slamming down at Gan Ping below, and with a flick of his fingers, it is sixty moments, less than one-tenth of an instant, and he has already come to him. Gan Ping hurriedly dodged, but it was too late, a moan like tearing leather sounded, and Gan Ping's figure staggered to the side, and his face was already dripping with blood.

A terrible wound in the center of the eyebrows, one penetrated to the tip of the nose, fortunately, in the most dangerous lesson, Gan Ping was finally able to dodge, otherwise under this blow, he would definitely be destroyed. Looking at this Qingluan in surprise and anger, Gan Ping's back was already in a cold sweat, and he was afraid for a while. Without half a sign, I had so many winds and waves that I had almost planted in this small gutter.

Although this Qingluan's beak does not have the power of powerful laws, but with that terrifying speed alone, it is enough to penetrate Gan Ping's sea of consciousness and kill it together with his physical soul! Inadvertently, he has already walked away from the Hades Palace, Gan Ping gently stroked the wound on his forehead, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, this ancient monk is really extreme, and in the face of a person like himself who is about to take over the inheritance, he even laid such a method.

In ancient times, there were many murderous machines, and the battle was much more fierce than now. Therefore, the sects that can be handed down are all the leaders of the time, and they are also decisive and decisive. Rather lack than abundance, this is the creed of the ancient monks who chose the inheritance sect, if Gan Ping can't avoid this surprise attack and dies, then this great array will not know how many more thousands of years it will take to open it again.

"What a Qingluan!" turned his hand and pressed it, and a colorful fan appeared in Gan Ping's palm, which was the fan of five fires and seven birds. This treasure fan has been rarely used since Gan Ping entered the sealing realm. Although there are several kinds of strange flames in it, the grade is still only a mid-level, and it is not useful at all in the face of the top masters. These five fires and seven bird fans need the feathers of the seven divine birds to be refined, but it is a pity that Gan Ping only got a wing feather of a ghostly evil phoenix and a three-legged golden crow.

The Netherworld Evil Poisonous Phoenix, although it is named Phoenix, is only a branch of the Phoenix, although the poisonous fire is terrifying, but it is not a pure fire bird. And although the three-legged golden crow was quite famous in ancient times, it was worse than this Qingluan, not to mention that what Gan Ping got was not the most powerful wing, but just a feather. Therefore, although this treasure fan could be rampant when Gan Ping's cultivation was low, now it has a lesson that cannot be used.

At the moment when Fang had just intertwined with death, Gan Ping had already clearly seen the body of this Qingluan Phantom, which was a blue-green Qingluan winged feather! Obviously, this is a test laid by the Tanglin real person here to accept the inheritor of the mantle, and the spiritual power of the winged feather is faint, obviously obtained from the twenty-fourth-order Dacheng divine beast Qingluan, the twenty-fourth-order divine beast Qingluan, stimulate all the bloodlines, which is comparable to the Da Luo Jin Immortal, thinking that this winged Ling must have been obtained by this Tanglin real person from somewhere, and was placed in this array after some refining. Otherwise, with his strength as only Taiyi Golden Immortal, where would he dare to pluck his hair at this Qingluan?

With just one wing, he had almost killed Gan Ping, whose combat power was comparable to that of a golden immortal, which showed how terrifying this Daluo Golden Immortal realm was. Thanks to the fact that it only contains a trace of true spirit now, if the main body is here, I am afraid that the backhand will be enough to kill Gan Ping.

It's really sleepy and meets the pillow, Gan Ping is worried that his magic weapon Xuanbing doesn't take advantage of it, but now he accidentally meets this thing, which is really exciting. But in a breath, the huge wound on Gan Ping's face had closed, and only the most seriously injured part of his eyebrows was still flashing with a trace of lightning. It is the wood thunder that Qingluan transformed.

If you can refine the feathers of this divine bird into your own five fires and seven bird fans, especially the divine birds of this wood genus, you can even promote the power of this treasure fan. The so-called wood fire, the biggest shortcoming of this treasure fan at the moment is the lack of power, in the face of the top masters, the lack of one-hit killing. If you can refine the feathers of this wood god bird as the core of the flame, you can activate the secret magic power of this treasure fan.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping's heart was already hot, and he dodged and fought with the Qingluan transformed by the winged feathers. Gritting his teeth fiercely, Gan Ping took out dozens of second-grade flying swords, and laid a small Vientiane Extermination Sword Array in the air. With the explosion of a handle of Xuanbing, this Qingluan was also forced to a dead end by Gan Ping, after all, it was just a dead thing, even if it was so terrible, but it was only with the help of unexpected advantages that it caused damage to Gan Ping, and now Gan Ping has come to his senses, step by step, and he is naturally compressing it in a corner.

"Come out for me!" With a loud shout, Gan Ping smashed through the Qingluan's body protection treasure light with one palm, and a gorgeous wing about a foot long and surrounded by blue light immediately appeared in front of Gan Ping. Gan Ping was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly urged the refining of the five fires and seven birds fan to discover, and sucked the floating wings over. When this treasure fan was refined, there were already a lot of vacancies left, in case of today's events, with the demon fairy body as the fan handle, and thousands of spirit bird feathers as the auxiliary, the Qingluan wings immediately slowly turned into a ruler length, attached to the blank space of the layers of talismans, which is the core of the fan handle.

With a wave of his hand, a turquoise spirit vein in the distance that was fleeing endlessly was immediately grabbed by Gan Ping in the palm of his hand and flew towards this side. The monk who was originally chasing this spiritual vein saw Gan Ping's move, and immediately saluted slightly, and turned to chase the flying dragons transformed by other spiritual veins. This first-class spiritual vein swam endlessly in Gan Ping's palm, a ball of flame rolled, and in an instant, countless impurities were refined into wisps of flying smoke, and a giant dragon that was originally several miles long was only a few feet long at the moment, like a thin thread swimming in Gan Ping's fingertips, and from time to time it flatteringly hit Gan Ping's palm.

This generated the spiritual vein of the sanity, and he also knew the power of this innate Tu Shi Silence True Flame in Gan Ping's palm, and he didn't dare to disobey Gan Ping at all. Gan Ping ignored him, and the divine beast punched out the thin thread, wrapping it layer by layer on the wing feather of the treasure fan in front of him. Tens of thousands of soul thoughts swept out, and layers of formation imprints were carved on these five fires and seven bird fans, and the void cold smoke Qingming Divine Flame was also attached to it in an instant, refining this wood spiritual thing, if you use that Silent Divine Flame to attack, it will inevitably damage the origin, and it is obviously more complete to replace this cold divine fire.

In an instant, the treasure fan was formed, and tens of thousands of glows shone brightly, startling the monks in the distance. Yu Ion looked at the treasure fan in Gan Ping's palm with an envious face, it was obviously already a magic weapon at the pinnacle of the best, even if it was only a line away from the immortal weapon. Nodding with satisfaction, Gan Ping's slender and powerful fingers were already on the handle of the fan, and with a sudden wave of his hand, a finger-thick, bright red light erupted, "Taihao Xuanyan Divine Needle!"