Stretched his body, his whole body made a sound like popping beans, and he clenched his fists, and Gan Ping smiled slightly. Previously, after the strengthening of the body by the essence blood of the witch god, his physical strength has reached a huge power of three thousand six hundred stones, which is comparable to some Jindan monks, and now after the tempering of this innate Tushi Silence True Flame, the body is more condensed, and this power has increased greatly, and the power of one thousand thousand hundred stones has been greatly increased, that is to say, the power of Gan Ping's body at the moment is up and down five thousand thousand stones.

But thinking that Feng Xingyuan himself is a monk at the peak of Jindan, Zhenyuan is dozens of times stronger than himself, hundreds of years of fighting experience, it is inevitable that there is no killer feature, although he sneaked attack on him before, and hit him hard, but the next time he encounters him, he must be prepared, this sneak attack method has been invalid, Gan Ping dismissed the original way to return to find that Feng Xingyuan to fight out.

Stretching out a slender finger, a wisp of white flame rose from Ganping's fingertips, jumping non-stop and almost transparent, and only when he got close could he feel a faint coercion coming from it. Gan Ping worked hard to consume the fire of this Silence True Flame, and then subdued the fire spirit in it, the wisp of Fire Spirit in front of him was far less terrifying than before, if you want to restore it to its original power, Gan Ping is constantly looking for strange fire to devour this Silence True Flame, this Silence True Flame has not grown a point, Gan Ping's strength has become stronger and stronger.

Although this result is a bit unsatisfactory, but there is nothing to be done, after all, if Gan Ping is allowed to subdue it at the peak of this fierce flame, with Gan Ping's cultivation, it has been turned into ashes before it can get close. Even if it was a wisp of fire spirit that subdued this Silence True Flame, it was with the help of the power of the Great Sumeru Spiritual Light, otherwise it was still unknown whether it would succeed or not.

Fortunately, Gan Ping is a person who is easy to satisfy, and this time he was chased into this witch tomb in desperation, and he thought he would be thankful for being able to escape, but he didn't expect several adventures to fall on him. Not to mention the great progress of cultivation, he also obtained several strange treasures, which simply made Gan Ping feel like he was in a dream, as the body of the fire spirit, he subdued this one of the best strange fires such as the innate Tu rate extinguishing the true flame, you can imagine what kind of speed the cultivation will grow in the future.

Pinching his fingers and calculating carefully, he has been in this witch tomb for twelve years, although ninety percent of the time has been in cultivation, but it is long enough. Fortunately, the time here is different from the outside world, and only twelve days have passed in the current Zihua Immortal Mansion, and other cultivators have changed it, although there is a lot of time in this witch tomb, but there is not enough aura as a supplement, and it is impossible to use the time gap here to improve cultivation. In this witch tomb where spiritual energy is lacking, it would be good to be able to keep one's cultivation from declining, let alone diligently?

However, Gan Ping is lucky, with the existence of this silver earth mother, the aura is naturally rolling in, and others can't follow suit if they want to. Looking at his ring rather helplessly, Gan Ping flattened his mouth. I've become poor again, rich couple, this wealth is really important, no matter how many treasures you have, it's not too much. In order to cast the body of the Blood God Sword, Gan Ping consumed ninety percent of the top-grade refining materials, as for those low-level materials, there were originally very few of them in the rings of Xuan Mingzi and Bu Yizhen, and such primordial gods had already looked down on this top-level material two, so it was rare in the ring.

As for the medicinal materials, in order to refine the liquid medicine of the essence blood of the witch god that day, a small part of it has been consumed, Gan Ping calculated the effect of this quenching body, it seems that such a medicinal liquid can be used three times before it loses its effect on himself, and after calculation, Gan Ping suddenly found that although there were many precious spiritual herbs left by Xuan Mingzi and Bu Yizhen, if he wanted to refine his body three times again, he would have to put on a lot of medicinal materials, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

But fortunately, there are still mountains of massive magic weapons stored in the rings of the two, speaking of which, this Xuan Mingzi and Bu Yizhen are not good at refining weapons and alchemy, and this refining wealth and elixir are naturally less, but the magic weapons have been looted a lot. Gan Ping took a brief look, there are no less than 100 magic weapons that have reached more than three grades, which makes Gan Ping slightly surprised, one of the magic weapons has several pieces, Gan Ping has already selected several of the magic weapons that he can use to refine, and apply them as he likes.

After the battle with Feng Xingyuan, Gan Ping had already had the intention of refining a few more magic weapons, after all, when he was fighting, there were many dangerous magic weapons on his body, and the chances of saving his life were undoubtedly much greater, especially for low-level monks like Gan Ping, it was extremely practical. The reason why I didn't refine these magic weapons before was because Gan Ping's cultivation was too low, and the time required to refine these heavy treasures was too full.

However, now that Gan Ping has the help of such strange fires as the innate Tu rate to extinguish the true flame, coupled with the abundance of time in this witch tomb, if he does not refine a few magic weapons in his hand, Gan Ping himself will scold himself for being a fool. At present, Gan Ping is simply full of jewels, and a spiritual ebony hairpin on his head can instantly stimulate several times the spiritual power of the wood genus, and the five elements of wood make fire, and Gan Ping can use its power to increase his true yuan mana by two percent. The body is close to a nephrite gold silk heart armor, which is also a second-grade defense treasure, two third-grade arm guards in his hands, plus a Xuanwu spirit turtle shield that has been refined by Gan Ping again, Gan Ping armed himself to the teeth.

With such a defense, even if Bu Yizhen is reborn, it is difficult to kill Gan Ping under one blow, not to mention that Gan Ping has also refined several powerful offensive magic weapons on his body, coupled with the dragon scale body condensed by the blood of the true dragon essence, even in the face of a Jindan master, Gan Ping has a few chances of winning. Not to mention his Heavenly Demon Transformation Blood God Knife, Dragon Pattern Binghuo Yuangang, Great Sumeru Spiritual Light Cup, and Innate Tushi Silent True Flame and other killer features.

Satisfied, after checking these magic weapons on his body, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little secretly proud, if he did his best, it would be his master Mo Yifeng, then the first sword cultivator of Miaocheng Sect would also be in a hurry, right? Gan Ping has been practicing here for several years, and he has the intention of practicing in retreat here and going out again after being retired. Suppress the thoughts in your heart, after all, the sect ceremony is about to begin, and I disappeared into a month, and I don't know what kind of intersection there is in this sect, if I need it, it's a big deal that I will come to this witch tomb to retreat and practice in the future, and it's the same.

With a wave of his big sleeves, Gan Ping put away the stone table carved by the silver earth mother, this kind of treasure, or stay by his side to rest assured. With a long laugh, Gan Ping flew out of the Tushi Palace and went straight out of the mountain.

However, what he didn't expect was that just as he put away the stone table and flew away from the palace, the mountain peak below him suddenly shook incessantly, rumbling, and terrifying. Gan Ping was taken aback, and hurriedly looked at it, and the peaks below him shook non-stop, and the ancient trees and sand and stones on the peaks flew down one after another, raising large clouds of dust. Gan Ping flew to dodge a big tree that smashed towards him, and looked at his feet in horror, and suddenly a jump of purple-red translucent branches stretched out from the mountain of more than 10,000 zhang, which instantly increased tens of thousands of times, and waved towards Gan Ping.

Gan Ping exclaimed, and hurriedly drove the sword light to the mountain, and with the shaking of the mountain, the forbidden formations outside the mountain peaks were shattered, but it also saved Gan Ping's effort to break the formation, Gan Ping identified the direction, and fled in the direction of the exit he had deduced earlier. Gan Ping had already guessed that the one who could cause such a terrifying momentum must be the demon fairy who was suppressed by the master here at the foot of the mountain, and it was obvious that after tens of thousands of years, this demon fairy still did not die.