This Emperor Yi Qinglong Wood is a desolate and heterogeneous divine tree, which is respected as the existence of the emperor in the wood, not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder, and has a strange fragrance with the effect of calming and calming the mind and nourishing the body. If a cultivator can wear an ornament made of this green dragon wood, there will be no longer the risk of going mad when cultivating, and this emperor will always exude rich vitality and nourish the wearer's body. It is a treasure that cultivators dream of, but it is a pity that since the flood and famine, there are only a few Emperor Yi Qinglongmu in heaven and earth, but they have also been divided by the great power, and they have been brought back to the dojo cave without cultivation, and there are very few surviving worlds.

Previously, Gan Ping was a little worried about whether he was wrong, but now he saw that the scabbard was safe and sound in the blazing fire yuangang, and the domineering flame slowly burned away the filth that had accumulated on the surface of the scabbard for more than 10,000 years, revealing the pleasing green and verdant body inside. The vision in the air also became more and more intense as the flames burned, and the fires that were rummaging and picking up on the side kept looking at each other.

Ignoring Huo'er's covetous gaze, Gan Ping grabbed the scabbard that turned into turquoise, only to see that the scabbard was green and transparent, and it was still cold after burning in the flames for a long time. However, to Gan Ping's disappointment, there was no pattern on the scabbard except for two holes that could pass through the lanyard, and there was no handwriting for his own reference.

With a slight movement in his hand, the dark short blade danced, and a flash of inspiration flashed in Gan Ping's heart, transmitting the residual witch god aura in his body to this broken blade. Obviously, this short blade is a witch weapon, and perhaps this witch god's breath will have some effect. After Gan Ping absorbed the essence blood of the witch god, after more than ten days of running, he had already refined it, and this witch god's breath was also extremely weak, and it was obvious that after a while, this witch god's breath would dissipate.

Sure enough, as soon as the aura of this witch god reached this short blade, this short blade trembled slightly. Gan Ping's eyes couldn't help but widen, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, where the blade was swinging, the void in front of him was actually split, and although the long black spatial rifts healed quickly, they still exuded the power of the space to look at.

This knife is so sharp that it can cut through space! Gan Ping couldn't help but be shocked, he didn't expect this strange short blade to be so terrifying with the cooperation of the power of the witch god, and it could produce a miraculous effect of cutting space. This is still the effect of most of the dissipation of the witch god's breath in his body, if it is used by a real witch clan, what kind of effect will it be? Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but think of the damaged Guiyuan Immortal Mountain Diagram, although the Guiyuan Immortal Mountain Diagram was greatly damaged, but the essence was still an indestructible immortal weapon, and it could be pierced hard by this knife, and it was obvious that the origin of this knife was also quite extraordinary.

It's just that the power of this witch god makes Gan Ping quite a headache, after all, he is not a member of the witch clan, and he can't continuously produce witch power at all, and that bit of breath can only escape by refining the essence blood of the witch god, and it is obvious that only witch power can promote the miraculous effect of this short blade. Looking at the peculiar blade, Gan Ping narrowed his eyes, didn't his Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife lack a body? If he could combine this indestructible short blade with the Blood Transformation God Knife, the power at that time, Gan Ping felt excited when he thought about it.

Without saying a word, Gan Ping released the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife in his body, this Blood God Knife has been plundered several times, and after absorbing and refining Bu Yizhen's Yuan Shen, the sword light has simply condensed into an entity, and all kinds of strange runes on the surface are layered on top of each other, making people dazzled. The Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, which was mottled with runes and glowing, flew out like a prodigal son, and circled around Gan Ping affectionately, and then flew towards the short blade.

Circling around the swarthy short blade, the Blood Transformation Divine Knife let out a cheerful chirp, and it was obviously extremely satisfied with the main body that its master had chosen for him. Gan Ping couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw that this Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife was so spiritual, and threw this short blade into the air, originally according to the refining method of the Blood Transformation God Knife, after this world-shattering knife condensed the entity, it was necessary to gather thousands of rare refining materials and forge a body shell for it, only then could the power of this Blood Transformation God Knife be fully displayed, and the God Destroying Demon was invincible.

It's just that there are too many materials needed for that, and with Gan Ping's current strength, he can't refine so many precious materials, so this matter of forging the sword body is far away. Now with this peculiar blade as the body of the Blood God Knife, it is simply too suitable, if the Blood God Knife can be combined with it, with the strange and domineering characteristics of the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife, plus the almost perverted sharpness of this short blade, a knife in hand, even the monk Gan Ping of the Yuan Infant Realm dares to fight, after all, as long as you are cut by yourself, let you cultivate to the sky, you also have to drink a pot, after all, the previous Blood God Knife did not have a body, and it was too reluctant to hurt people with the light of the sword.

Thinking of it, it was Gan Ping's usual style, throwing the short blade in the air, and the blood god knife screamed with joy, and the sword light rolled out horizontally and wrapped around the dark short blade. Gan Ping smiled, squinting his eyes slightly, although this short blade is extremely peculiar, it is a pity that he can't trace it at will, it is best to deal with it like this, and when his own Binghuo Yuangang Mahayana is enough to burn this short blade, he can refine it and integrate it into other materials, and advance the power of the Blood Transformation Divine Sword one layer again.

It's a pity that although Gan Ping was extremely shrewd in his small abacus, he didn't expect this Blood Transformation God Knife to impact several times, and he couldn't enter the blade, which made Gan Ping's eyes widen. What kind of material is this short blade, even the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife can't penetrate into it, Gan Ping saw that the Blood Transformation God Knife kept hitting the short blade in the air as if he was angry, making a piercing sound, and his heart was a little gloomy, if there are really some things that can't be tricked.

With a move of his hand, the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, which was entangled with the short blade in the air, flew over, and the black short blade fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing that the Blood Transformation Divine Knife was hovering around him as if he had been wronged, and there were bursts of wails from time to time, Gan Ping stretched out his hand and stroked the sword light, "Don't worry, don't worry, it's yours after all, one day I will refine it and use it as your body." ”

After receiving Gan Ping's reply, the Blood Transformation Divine Knife happily flipped a few times in the air, returned to Gan Ping's body in a smoke, and went to the lotus platform to recuperate. Touching his chin, Gan Ping picked up the short blade on the ground, looked at it for a while, and put it into the scabbard in disappointment. Although this short blade is excellent, it is difficult to be used by yourself, it is really a pity, when you return to the sect, please see what kind of thing this is before making plans.

Seeing that Huo'er was busy packing all the valuable things on the ground into a storage bag, Gan Ping reached out and rolled it back, put it on his shoulder, and walked inside with it. Gan Ping had a lot of doubts just now, this Huizhong Venerable Master three scattered cultivators, the strength is also extraordinary, actually fell at the same time in this small mansion, it is obvious that the master of this must not be a mediocre hand, but a little strange, why only saw the remains of these three people, but the people of the Wu clan did not see it? You must know that Gan Ping is still thinking about whether he can find another body of the witch god, after all, the power of the witch god's essence blood is extremely coveted, if he can get a large amount of witch god essence blood, then the level of his Miaocheng sect monks will all be greatly improved, and he will be extremely hard when he walks outside.

Looking at the half-hidden stone gate, Gan Ping hesitated, flicked his sleeves, and Zhenyuan turned into a red light and rushed out, blasting the half-hidden stone door open. The strong wind whipped up the dust and wood chips all over the house, and Gan Ping hurriedly dodged away, waiting for the dust inside to rest for a while, and then walked in.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that the house was empty, not even a single ornament, only sawdust all over the ground and a strangely dressed corpse lying on the ground. One day outside, this witch tomb is a year, the Venerable Master Hui Zhong fell here more than 10,000 years ago, you can imagine how much time has been experienced in this witch tomb, fortunately there is no rain and wind in this place, and the Venerable Master Hui Zhong and others have practiced half of the Mahayana golden body, so the remains can be preserved to this day, but in front of this obviously strange costume of the witch dressed people are difficult to support, and the whole house of utensils is weathered.