As soon as the sword light turned, the soil outside the body fell one after another, Gan Ping's heart was a little calm, and he hurriedly urged the sword light to rush upward, although he couldn't limit himself here, but in the end, he was in this underground, it was inevitable that there would be any accidents, and it was better to return to the ground first. However, to Ganping's disappointment, whenever he felt that he was about to reach the surface, there was always a very large and gentle force that pushed him back, and when Ganping used one force, he also blocked it with one force, and when Ganping poured out all his strength, he also used the same strength to block. After tossing for a long time, Ganping mustard retreated, and it seemed that it was impossible to break out of the ground.

Although he didn't quite understand why this was the case, Gan Ping also figured out something. On the surface, this witch array seems to be gentle and harmless, only slightly more powerful, but it contains cruel killing intentions. In this witch tomb, there is no spiritual energy that cultivators can absorb, so there is no replenishment after this consumption, and being trapped here is simply locked in a cage in vain, although it will not be killed by the formation for a while, but for a long time, as long as the spirit stone is exhausted, the spirit pill will be exhausted and die one day.

The reason why Gan Ping was so out of shape on the surface of the earth before was that he calculated the anomaly of this space, and unlike the outside space, time here was extremely slow. The time of a day in the cultivation realm outside is a year long here, and now that I think about it, only in this way can I die a monk with a long lifespan, after all, if a cultivator carries a large number of spirit stones and pills on his body, he will not die if he is trapped in this array for more than a hundred years. Only this time conversion can speed up this process.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but be deeply shocked by the ruthlessness and supernatural powers of the owner of the witch tomb here, it was obvious that the witch god who occupied this place had mastered the power of space and time and space, and could actually open up a separate space to control the passage of time in it. For the great witch who lives with heaven and earth, the speed of time is no different, but for the cultivators who are trapped here and have no spiritual power supply, they are undoubtedly harvesting Shang Ming little by little with a blunt knife. These long-lived cultivators can only watch themselves die little by little, but there is nothing they can do.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but shudder, what a terrible method. With a flash of inspiration in his hand, more than 100 spirit stones and large and small jade bottles appeared in front of him. Now that he knew the means of this formation, Gan Ping had to tap the savings on his body to see how many spirit stones and spirit pills he still had on his body. Looking at the more than 100 spirit stones in front of him with a wry smile, as well as the dozens of bottles, Gan Ping sighed in his heart.

If he had replaced all of that Mingsui Pill with spirit stones instead of useless low-level materials that day, he would have felt much more at ease at this moment. For some reason, Gan Ping coldly thought of the red lips in Luo Zhenfang, and the fragrant scene in the dark room also flashed in front of him, he jumped, and quickly expelled Hua Wuyi's coquettish appearance from his mind. I actually thought of the enchanting woman at this time, and I really didn't know whether to live or die.

After counting the spirit stones on his body, there were thirty-seven high-grade spirit stones, among which the fire spirit stones that matched his attributes were the least, only six. There are more than 100 medium-grade spirit stones, and about 30 fire-grade spirit stones, but there are very few low-grade spirit stones, and there are no lower-grade spirit stones stored in the ring of Xuan Mingzi, and the spirit stones of this grade are like garbage in the eyes of such great monks. Most of these more than 100 Zhongping spirit stones were given by the elders of the sect when they were apprenticed in the Qiangshan Hall that day. Most of the spirit stones in the previous ring were used by Gan Ping, or alchemy, or cultivation, or arranging formations.

Suddenly, Gan Ping remembered something, and a small storage bag flashed in his hand, which was the hush money that Xiao Motian gave him. It's ridiculous that he still disdained these hundred low-grade spirit stones that day, but now in such a situation, he feels that this smile Motian has given a little less. Thinking of Xiao Motian's appearance after he found out that he had disappeared, Gan Ping couldn't help but sigh, the matter of his disappearance should have been reported back to the sect, and he didn't know how anxious his two masters were. But fortunately, the time of the year in this witch tomb is only one day outside, so there is no need to worry about them waiting crazy.

After checking the elixir in his hand, Gan Ping smiled bitterly again, before this elixir was used to refine it at will, but he didn't care much about it, but now he realized the rarity of the elixir when he was here. The previous escape, frantically devouring the elixir, and most of the elixir in his hand had been consumed. Looking at the large and small medicine bottles in front of him, a sense of crisis rushed to Gan Ping's heart. He was just staring at the high-level cultivation, and the demand for this spirit stone elixir was quite small, but looking at this amount, it could only support it for a few years. This is still in the case of not using the true element mana, if you use the mana, it will be consumed faster.

But how could he be restrained? If he really waited until the spirit stone pill was exhausted, then the pill would be called heaven and earth should not be spiritual. Thinking of this, Gan Ping dropped the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield above his head, and the Returning Mountain Sword under his feet was also in my hand. Beneath the surface, there are no such flames and endless mines, and even the pervasive winds will not be able to enter. Only the heavy power of the earth wrapped around his body, and although it was extremely difficult to move his body, he was able to move. The consumption of these two magic weapons is really huge, and in this place where there is no aura as a backup, if you can consume less, you can consume a little less.

Wielding the sword of returning to the mountain, Gan Ping waved towards the coating in front of him, and the heavy land in front of him opened in response. With the strong strength of his physical body and the sharpness of the sword of returning the mountain, Gan Ping actually broke through this soil layer. The sword was cut away, and the soil layer was opened, and a gap a foot wide appeared, seeing that this gap slowly began to heal under the action of the power of the earth, Gan Ping did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly jumped in, and another sword was swung out.

Breaking through the soil layer with the power of the flesh is much slower than using the true element mana, but the consumption is also much less. God knows when a person will appear in this ghost place, even if someone passes by in the future, more than ten years have passed in this witch tomb. Maybe by then, my true yuan will be exhausted and turn into dry bones.

Sword after sword stabbed out, Gan Ping unconsciously brought Ling Meng's sword killing moves and sword intent on the sword body. But he didn't expect it to be much faster, and the soil layer where the sword blade went was much more convenient than using brute force to chop. Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly unleashed this Ling Meng's killing sword with one move, and kept moving forward. God knows how vast this area is, after three days of travel, Gan Ping has consumed two low-grade spirit stones, but it is always a black and misty piece.

At this time, Huo'er was squatting on Gan Ping's shoulder, and his little eyes flashed as he looked at Gan Ping's moves, as if he was learning this Ling Meng killing sword. In fact, Gan Ping knew that this little thing was boring. With its restless temperament, how could it endure the boundless monotonous black silence, as early as yesterday, when it woke up, it cast the Heaven and Earth Law Phase, trying to break through the layer above its head, but was stunned by the powerful forbidden force, and fell into Gan Ping's arms. Only then did he honestly settle down, squatted on Gan Ping's shoulder, and honestly watched Gan Ping move forward.

It's also strange that there is not even a trace of life breath in the soil layer of this area, which makes Gan Ping and Huo'er depressed, fortunately there is Huo'er with them, otherwise Gan Ping would have been depressed a long time ago. In the past three days, he has been sleeping endlessly using this Ling Meng Killing Sword, Gan Ping's swordsmanship has improved a lot, and the endless power of the earth is used to oppress Gan Ping, which makes him have to concentrate on each sword and stab it with all his might.

If it weren't for the lack of spirit stones, Gan Ping would have wanted to practice the sword technique for decades again before going out. But the crisis in front of him has appeared, I thought that the spirit stones and pills that could support for several years did not count the fire in it, this little gluttonous ghost originally had a lot of appetite, and this time he woke up because of excessive consumption, and he was even more reckless. This made the already small number of spirit stone pills even more stretched. Looking at this, the spirit stone in his hand can only support three or five years at most. Although he had only spent three days underground, Gan Ping was also prepared to be here for a long time, because he felt that the vastness of this hell was simply beyond his imagination, not to mention that he was still thinking about a headless fly at the moment.

Condensing the strength of his whole body, Gan Ping stabbed out with a sword, and his body also moved, walking underground for days, he had already figured out the laws of the underground, and naturally chose the most energy-saving method. However, to his surprise, as soon as he jumped into this cracked gap, a cold light stabbed towards him, and the sharp breath made Gan Ping shudder, and the crescent halberd that had been flashing blue had already arrived in front of Gan Ping.