With blood spurting wildly in his mouth, Gan Ping held the object-seeking spirit turtle shield and flew backwards in the air, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Originally, I thought that with my own strength and the blessing of Huo'er, coupled with the defensive treasure of these three products, even if I couldn't block this blow, I would be able to retreat with my whole body. However, it turned out that the strength of the Jindan peak monk was not as simple as he thought, and only then did Feng Xingyuan shoot angrily, using twelve points of strength, to send out a killing blow. Fortunately, Gan Ping took the initiative to meet the attack, and did not wait for the sword light to gather momentum to the peak, but even so, he was shocked by this powerful force.

The arm that had just been raised before was broken again, and his body, which he thought was strong, was immediately destroyed by this force, and dozens of bones were broken all over his body. The body crackled even more, as if it was about to disintegrate and crack. Although it did not directly slash into his body, the sword qi on the Fengxingyuan Sword entered his body through the spirit turtle shield of the three grades. This is also the reason why Gan Ping did not apply this Spirit Turtle Shield Sacrifice Mind and Spirit Unity at will, which allowed this sword qi to pass through.

A bright yellow sword qi was raging in Gan Ping's body, rushing left and right like a brutal beast. Gan Ping only felt that the meridians and bones of his whole body were about to be cut off inch by inch by this sword qi, and he hurriedly struggled to run the Binghuo Melting Yuan Forging Body True Decision and the Pure Yang Heart Sutra, wanting to suppress and refine this sword qi. However, this sword qi was too powerful, no matter how Gan Ping used his exercises, he couldn't suppress it, and he saw that his body was about to be disintegrated by this sword qi.

"Bang!" Gan Ping fell to the ground with a shield and fell to the ground, and the fire in his arms rolled out at once, looking at its weak appearance, Gan Ping knew that this was because Huo'er blessed himself with the Heaven and Earth Law of the Evolution of the bloodline, and because he was hit hard, it seemed that he was going to recuperate for a while. At this time, Gan Ping couldn't care where he was, whether it was the dangerous witch tomb or not, the most important thing was to expel this sword qi in his body, otherwise his body would disintegrate inch by inch under this sword qi. A trace of blood-red light flashed in the sky, and it was the day when the demonized blood god knife turned into a streamer of light, and disappeared in Gan Ping's body in an instant.

Feng Xingyuan stood in front of the gray mist with a pale face, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair. He has been in the world for hundreds of years, although he dare not say that he is invincible in the world, but he is also smooth, but today he has suffered such a loss in front of this kid. Looking at his half-mutilated arm, Feng Xingyuan wanted to cry without tears, he really lost his wife and lost his soldiers. I don't know what kind of evil thing that kid released, he actually devoured one-fifth of his essence blood, and even cut off a piece of his soul and absorbed it. Feng Xingyuan already felt that a burst of weakness and dizziness was eroding him, which was a sign of the decline of his cultivation, he had worked hard for hundreds of years of cultivation, and finally reached the peak of Jindan, and now he was attacked by this kid, and he was about to fall to the high level of Jindan.

The lost part of the cultivation was made up for in a great time, but the missing piece of soul made his heart fall to the bottom. The body and soul are crippled, and his cultivation can only stop at the peak of Jindan, how can this make the arrogant Feng Xingyuan willing. Yang Tian let out a terrible roar, "Little bastard, I swear to you!" Looking straight at the gray mist in front of him, Feng Xingyuan had the intention of rushing in to hunt down this hateful boy, but he was stopped by his only remaining sanity.

This witch tomb is extremely dangerous, it is recorded in the few surviving predecessors of the Iron Gate Sect, feeling the sword qi in Gan Ping's body, Feng Xingyuan feels that the connection is like nothing, as if it is thousands of miles away. Obviously, it is the formation in this witch tomb that works, I don't know how far this hateful boy has been spread, and within the palm of Na Wanliyu, only the great witch in ancient times has such magical means. Even if he chases him in at this moment, he will be spread to other places by the formation in this witch tomb, and when the time comes, let alone kill this kid, even self-preservation will be a problem.

If Feng Xingyuan has no concern, he naturally won't care about the danger of this formation, as long as he can get out of the stuffiness in his chest, what if he dies, anyway, he has no hope of becoming an immortal. But he can not care, but if the Iron Gate Sect loses its master, the peak of Jindan, the originally extremely low-strength sect will decline even more, and at that time, the small sects on the side will be bullied to the door. Thinking of this, the resentful Feng Xingyuan slapped it with a palm, and with a bang, a deep pit of more than ten zhang appeared on the ground. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he took out a spirit pill and put it in his mouth, Feng Xingyuan took out a wisp of divine consciousness to pay attention to the sword qi that was absent in Gan Ping's body, and began to wait here. This witch tomb is just one exit, if this little bastard dies inside, it's fine, if it's a fluke, hum!

At this moment, Gan Ping was lying on the cold ground, seriously injured and wanted to die, the sword qi in his body that had been severely injured exploded, and his body was about to be torn apart, no matter how much he urged Xuan Gong, he could not make up for the body damaged by that sword qi. Just when Gan Ping was anxious and patched up the loopholes, the blood-red knife light flew from outside his body, and the cheerful Mingjiao returned to Gan Ping's dantian. Gan Ping only felt that the Blood Transformation Divine Knife was constantly feeding back the power of the essence blood to himself, and the boundless essence element mana was emanating from the total, and it was obvious that this was the essence blood and true yuan obtained from Feng Xingyuan.

This Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife is extremely weird, as early as when he killed the two brothers of Qingruo, Gan Ping had already discovered the strangeness of this magic knife, killed the cultivators, and absorbed the essence and blood true yuan into his body. Gan Ping always felt that this method was too vicious and too biased towards the Demon Dao, so he kept suppressing this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, and did not use it often to inhibit its development. lest the bloodthirsty breath on the magic knife affect his mind, and then he will be doomed.

This is also what the predecessor who recorded the exercises when he first obtained the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra was written, and Gan Ping was very afraid of it. It's only ridiculous that the person who recorded the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra and Gan Ping speculated in vain about the viciousness of this blood-turning divine sword. Although this Heavenly Demon Blood Divine Knife is strange and terrifying, but within the space of Kyushu is the Qimen Exercise of the Interception Sect, which is passed on by the saints of the hall, how can there be a problem? The good and evil of people are not affected by the exercises, as long as the mind is firm, how can there be good or evil in the exercises practiced? Only the good and evil of the human heart, and there is no good or evil in the exercises, and intercepting a piece of the Heavenly Dao for one's own use is the only way to intercept the teachings.

But from Gan Ping's point of view, this move is not bad, when the foundation was laid before, this kind of tricky method will indeed make Gan Ping's foundation unstable, although now it is also robbing other people's true yuan essence blood, but it is much better, although it will also make the true yuan vain and unreal, but if it is refined in the future, this end can be completely avoided. At this time, Gan Ping had no choice, the powerful sword qi was raging in his body, and his own essence and blood mana could no longer make up for the destruction speed of this sword qi, and there were large areas of damage in the meridians of his body. This essence blood true yuan came just right, just to make up for Gan Ping's lack of qi and blood at this time.

Without time to think about whether there would be any drawbacks, Gan Ping hurriedly ran the Binghuo Melting Yuan Forging Body True Decision, and the Binghuo Yuangang that transformed into a dragon carried the pure essence blood that continued to gush out from the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife in Gan Ping's body, repairing his injuries everywhere. After the devouring transformation of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, this essence blood has long been devoid of Feng Xingyuan's divine soul imprint, it is purely a ball of pure essence and blood power, and the effect of repairing the flesh is several times stronger than that of the high-grade spirit pill, and there is no need to worry about the power of drug reaction.

Letting the bone-scraping pain stimulate him, and no longer paying attention to the sword light wandering around, Gan Ping turned the mana of the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra into a fine web and wrapped it around the meridians, so as not to be completely hit by this sword qi. Then he began to run the body forging to repair the damage on his body. The Heavenly Demon Blood Divine Knife fed back most of the essence blood power to Gan Ping, which was obtained from nearly one-fifth of the essence blood power of the Jindan peak monk, which was simply vast for Gan Ping. The mighty essence and blood power just made up for the damage consumption of this sword qi, and pushed Gan Ping's physical cultivation to a higher level.

As soon as the damage on his body was repaired, the unabated momentum of the sword qi struck again, and the flesh of the various meridians that had just been repaired shattered again. Gan Ping had no choice but to start over, but fortunately, the huge essence and blood vitality were continuously replenished, so that Gan Ping had no worries. If it was according to normal times, Gan Ping and a middle-level disciple, even if it was one-fifth of the essence and blood power of the peak Jindan cultivator, it was not something he could refine casually, and it would have taken several years of hard work to slowly refine, but with the help of this sword qi, although the pain of the torn flesh was unbearable, it accelerated the refining process.

As the huge power of essence and blood passed, the various damages in Gan Ping's body instantly healed, and the tenacity was even stronger than before. With the integration into it, there is the potency of the two major spiritual objects deposited by the true dragon essence blood and the wood spirit quenching body milk. Gan Ping's meridian body is becoming more and more tenacious, and the sword light can no longer easily destroy his body, but the feeling of the blunt knife cutting the flesh is indeed even more unbearable, Gan Ping raised his head to the sky and roared, letting out bursts of pain!