This Liuyun Fairy is really not to be underestimated, especially a pagoda in the palm of his hand, the light is shining, and there is a melodious sound between the turns, and the power of charm makes the disciples watching the battle in the audience can't help but shake their hearts, it is actually a strange treasure that uses sound rhythm to attack, both offensive and defensive!

The five elements of heaven and earth, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, earth is the mother of all things, the source of all living beings, and has its own unique side. Among the many immortal cultivators, the rarest is this earth attribute immortal cultivator. It is extremely difficult to cultivate the attributes of the earth, after all, most of the spiritual things of this earth are materials that can be cultivated with other spiritual treasures, and they are extremely sought-after, but if this earth is really cultivated to the Mahayana realm, it simply has the effect of rebelling against the innate nature.

The Liuyun Fairy in front of him has obviously gained the essence of the earth exercises, and the power of the whole person is hidden, standing there like an ordinary person, only with him as an opponent, can he realize how terrible this beautiful woman is. As the slender jade hand of the Liuyun Fairy played a beautiful fairy music on the eighteen-story pagoda, this wonderful and unusual battle came to an end. The man in brocade was as pale as earth, from beginning to end, this Liuyun Fairy questioned a streamer to resist the enemy, attacked with a delicate pagoda, and did not use other magic weapons, so he easily defeated him, which was indeed a big blow to him who was arrogant.

The Flowing Cloud Fairy stood on the platform, the gusts of cold wind swept the flying ribbon, and she was holding the exquisite pagoda like a fairy in the sky, beautiful and unforgiving. The corner of her eyes swept over the elegant face of the void on the high platform of the spectator battle, and a fiery look immediately flashed in her eyes, but even if she was pressed down by her life, no one noticed it. Slowly glancing at the disciples watching the battle, Fairy Liuyun looked at Gan Ping in the crowd with interest, her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and her red lips brought a hint of an imperceptible smile.

The moon is as cool as water, and the mountain peaks are bleak. No matter how prosperous and noisy the place, there will eventually be a moment of silence, although the height of this Guiyuan Mountain is not as high as that of the lonely mountain, but the peak is also in the misty clouds. Therefore, the night is also quite cold, on a cliff on the side of the mountain, a slightly thin figure, dressed in white is facing a full moon in the sky, standing in the wind, the clothes fluttering as if to return by the wind. The bright moon, the ancient pine, the figure, the clothes and belts are in the wind, and they show a picture scroll of the deputy immortals.

Of course, if there is no fiery red figure jumping around, maybe it will be more charming. The mischievous figure jumped up and down, holding a crystal clear green skin gourd in its paws, and took a sip from time to time, obviously very proud.

These days, because of the competition in the ring, spiritual pets are not allowed to join, so Huo'er has nothing to do, and her brain is getting fat under the favor of Ma Ling'er and several girls. Gan Ping was quite helpless when he saw Huo'er's obese appearance, so he simply took advantage of nothing to do and took Huo'er out for a spin, so that this little thing could live comfortably, otherwise, this little thing might really think of himself as a pig.

What made Gan Ping speechless was that under the peak of this Guiyuan Mountain, there was also a group of monkeys, although they were not as divine as the iron-armed spirit ape, but they had also opened up some sanity after being nourished by the aura all year round. So, a tragedy happened again, under the threat of Huo'er's stick, these spirit monkeys naturally failed to keep the monkey wine they had brewed for many years, and all of them were cheaper than Huo'er's little clever ghost.

Looking at the figure of Huo'er jumping up and down, smug and unusual, Gan Ping sighed helplessly, this little thing is getting more and more difficult to manage, under the connivance and pampering of these elders led by the boundless Mo Yifeng, he has simply become a little bandit who is alive and well. It was originally just a petty theft, but now it has become a robbery. This made Gan Ping have a headache, which also made Gan Ping have a kind of helplessness as a parent who is not angry with his children.

Laughing, Gan Ping couldn't help but laugh at himself, how could he have such an idea? It seems that Master Wuyunzi is right, he is really thinking too much. Gan Ping, who has connected with the refining of several master primordial gods, has long lost the flying temperament of a young man, but he has also lost such a momentum, which is exactly what Wuyunzi and Mo Yifeng are worried about. Although that Gan Ping's heart is like iron, brave and strong, but the heart can only be understood and not spoken, and now Gan Ping's old and serious appearance is against the mentality that should be at this age, and I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Gan Ping also understands this kind of worry, but since he came out of the Shuifu Immortal Palace, he has rarely been angry, maybe it is the growth of experience, or maybe it is the transformation of the Heart Sutra, even in the face of an extremely disgusting enemy, Gan Ping is only full of killing intent, but there is no sense of anger at all. Since he was disgusted, he simply killed him, Gan Ping found that he didn't know when he had started, and he had been extremely indifferent to the lives of others, and between life and death, could it be that this was the superiority brought by the strength of immortal cultivators far beyond ordinary people?

With a long sigh and a slender neck, Gan Ping looked at the moon in the sky. The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on him, which made his slightly chaotic state of mind calm down a little. The name of the moon is too yin, eternal and eternal, it has existed at the beginning of the chaos, quietly staying in the night sky, I don't know how many races have been read the rise and fall of disgrace, how many people and demons and beasts are used to seeing the life and death of the beast, if it has wisdom, what kind of thoughts will it have? Will it be like itself, confused in the face of itself?

Looking at the bright moonlight, Gan Ping's eyes slowly closed, as if he had understood something, the breath of the whole body changed, and in an instant it seemed to disappear between heaven and earth, and the whole person and the mountain peak clouds and mist became one, even if he was a master like a real person without anger, it was impossible to search for Gan Ping with his divine thoughts, because at this moment, he was the mountain peak, the cloud and mist, and the eternal Taiyin star.

Yin and yang change water and fire blend, Gan Ping actually realized the Tao in an instant on this Guiyuan Mountain, and comprehended the true meaning of eternal eternity. With Gan Ping's fire spirit body, what he comprehends must be the experience of the most yang and the strongest, although he is fierce against the enemy, but he must know that the rigid cannot be long, although he is double cultivated with Bi Rouqing and others, and the true yuan has reached the point of yang and yin, but this mental comprehension has still not changed.

In addition, refining and comprehending the fragments of the Yuan Shen of several masters, whether it is Xuan Mingzi, or Fire Dragon, or even Ao Xinglie, they are all unruly and murderous masters. All of them went against the sky, ignoring the existence of the heavenly heart, so they suffered a catastrophe, died and died, and the realization of a lifetime was fulfilled by Gan Ping. However, this Yuanshen Sino-Russian idea and comprehension also made Gan Ping's heart change greatly, and he no longer had his previous temperament as warm as water. Movement is as aggressive as fire, and stillness is as warm as water, which is the manifestation of the mind reaching a certain state.

If he follows this route, if Gan Ping wants to achieve the realm of the primordial gods, it can be said that it is far away. After all, other people's paths are not their own, whether it is Xuan Mingzi or Ao Xinglie, they are all masters with bursting personalities, and they can't comprehend the heart that moistens all things and embraces heaven and earth. However, at the moment, Gan Ping's True Yuan is strong, and his divine thoughts are far beyond those of monks of the same level, but what he lacks is his own perception, not the perception of others.

Although refining and comprehending the Yuan Shen is good, but after all, it is someone else's path, everyone has their own fate, and the cultivation that relies on shortcuts to cultivate is extremely unstable, so Gan Ping's killing machine is getting heavier and heavier, almost to the point where it is difficult to control. If he hadn't had a trace of sanity, he had already slapped that Zong Tianyang into ashes with one palm, how could he have left a living mouth under the congenital Tu Shi extinguishing the true flame?

For a period of time, Gan Ping naturally discovered his own abnormality, but the mind is ethereal, illusory, and elusive. Although he found the clues, Gan Ping couldn't find his own problems, and after thinking about it day and night, this cultivation also encountered shackles, and he hadn't improved for a long time. In fact, it stands to reason that Gan Ping refined Ao Xinglie's Yuan Shen Dragon Ball in the Shuifu Immortal Palace, and Ao Xinglie was famous in ancient times, and his cultivation was even more earth-shattering. Even if he was trapped in that immortal palace for tens of thousands of years, he would not only have that little power.

There is no other reason, Gan Ping's heart is shackled, and his heart is already disordered, and it is not easy to be able to improve his cultivation to this step, if he forcibly improves it again, although Gan Ping has a blood god sword heart and demons are not born, but he will also die of disordered meridians. And this meeting of 10,000 Sects of Returning to the Yuan was held at the right time, held at this time when Gan Ping encountered a bottleneck, so that Gan Ping would not blindly break through and avoid the danger of exploding and dying. In addition to the competition, Gan Ping naturally has a lot of time to think about his own problems, so he will have this night's understanding.

As Gan Ping entered the realm of mystery and mystery, Huo'er on the side also stopped and looked at Gan Ping suspiciously, with a confused look in his eyes. Connected to Gan Ping's mind, it naturally knows that its master is playing a strange change. Scratching his head, the thoughts from Gan Ping in his head became more and more mysterious, this little thing threw the gourd in his paws, and threw a scream to a tree on the side, and then his breath was depressed, and he merged into the whole world like Gan Ping.

On the edge of the empty cliff, only a small green-skinned gourd was left spinning and swaying, making a gurgling sound of water, and the tempting aroma of wine spread in the wind, attracting several monkeys in the jungle below to probe their brains, but they did not dare to approach. At this time, a graceful and slender woman suddenly appeared on the edge of the cliff, looking around suspiciously, with a puzzled look on her face, it was the Liuyun Fairy.

"I noticed from a distance that this Gan Ping was standing on the edge of the cliff, why did he lose his trace as soon as he arrived here? Could it be that I was mistaken?" frowned slightly, a trace of doubt appeared on his charming face, and he reached out and picked up the green skin gourd on the ground and kept playing with it in the middle of the week. "I don't believe you can disappear from under my nose, you must still be here, I want to see how long you can hide. Fiddling with the small gourd in his palm, the Flowing Cloud Fairy muttered to himself.