Chapter 28 Blood Sacrifice

Looking at the people in front of Fang's house running and calling, looking for Fang Er Shao, but to find it unsuccessful. Gan Ping's face became ugly. "This Fang Ting, I don't know if he is lying to me, but it's not good for him to delay the time. It seems that Fang Zheng has hidden very deeply." Thinking of this, Gan Ping looked up at the city master's mansion beside him and walked inside. Fang Zhengyuan's father took the initiative to appear and apologized in person, but the city owner did not show up for a long time. It seems that there should be something to do with it. When Fang Ting next to him saw him move, he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Xian Chang is angry. Please wait for a moment. I will find the rebellious son immediately and ask him to make amends for you."

Seeing him like this, Gan Ping was even more suspicious and said in a cold voice, "Are you going to stop me?" Fang Ting quickly dodged aside and said respectfully, "I don't dare..." Fang Ting knew that this is not a good talker. He could see clearly that Fei Ye Shuangqing died tragically just now.

The only trace of patience has been worn out. Gan Ping looked at the quiet city owner's mansion with a murderous intention in his eyes. "It seems that Fang Zhengyuan must be hiding here. If you drag one more point, Ling'er will be more dangerous. You can't wait any longer." Thinking of this, Gan Ping took out a magic snail from the black lacquer ring. The tiger skin pattern of the magic snail was only the size of a palm, small and exquisite, but the black air on it was wrapped around, and there was a faint sound of crying. Gan Ping put the evil magic weapon soul snail to his mouth and blew it away. This wandering soul snail is one of the few magic weapons left by Xuanmingzi that can be used without sacrifice. It is made of the shell of the deep-sea monster incarnated blood snail, which is mixed with the throat bones of twelve kinds of fierce birds. Under the sound of profound magic power, it is enough to make the souls of the monks below Yuanying excited, unable to move, painful, the most The back soul turns into powder, which is the most vicious.

This evil magic weapon itself does not match Gan Ping's vast and masculineous cultivation, but it can't care much at present. Even if the power is greatly reduced, it is not something that these ordinary people can resist. When the fingers are pressed, a trace of true power fell into the soul snail along Gan Ping's fingers, avoiding Ma Linger's birthday eight characters, and a burst of sobbing. The sound of snails sounded over the city's mansion.

In the originally silent city owner's mansion, there was a loud cry. All the people who were hiding in the room stumbled out of the house, fell to the ground and rolled their heads in their arms, and their voices were sad and tragic. Gan Ping was unmoved and continued to increase his strength. He did not find Fang Zhengyuan and Ma Linger in the crowd. As he gradually increased his input of Zhenyuan, Fangfu, which was originally safe, was also shrouded in this sound. Those who were still running to find Fang Zhengyuan also turned to the ground, just like the previous city. The people of the master's house cried.

Fang Ting was shaken by the magic sound of his brain, and his headache was about to crack. He suppressed his headache and bowed to Gan Ping. He shouted, "Xian Chang's hand, show mercy!" Gan Ping looked indifferent. He had given them too many opportunities. If it hadn't been for Fang Ting's clever delay, he would have entered it with his sword. Maybe he had saved Linger now. Since he had done something wrong, he had to pay the price. Why didn't Fang Zhengyuan show mercy to Ma Linger? His several times of forbearance actually got this. As a result, this made Gan Ping's chest more angry, and the strength of blowing the turbulent soul snail became more and more powerful.

Fang Ting couldn't stand it. He rolled on the ground and cried and cried like everyone else. Even with such strength, he failed to force Fang Zhengyuan out, which made Gan Ping feel a little confused. Just as he was anxious, a shout came from his ear, "The demon outsider is so rampant. It's a treasure of opinions." When the voice was only half of the voice, Gan Ping felt a gust of wind behind him. This man was so shameless that he secretly pretended that he was still so high-sounding and pretended to be a gentleman.

The thing that hit Gan Ping behind him was extremely fast. Before he could dodge, he hit Gan Ping's back heavily. This time, it was extremely heavy. Gan Ping spewed out a mouthful of blood and flew out. He lay on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The person who came was very proud. As soon as he came up, he knocked down the fierce villain. Although his sealed mountain ring was only a seven-grade magic weapon, it weighed 3,000 catties. Even if the monk in the refining period was hit like this, he would be seriously injured if he did not die, and he would definitely have no power to fight again.

Thinking of this, the person proudly picked up a few thin beards, laughed a few times, and was proudly, but suddenly stunned. Gan Ping, who should have fallen to the ground, was slowly getting up from the ground, turned around and saw the person clearly. The person in front of him was dressed in a light cyan Taoist robe and a bun on his head. His whole body was thin and dry, with a pair of thin eyes narrowed and a stunned expression.

Gan Ping was looking at this Taoist. The Taoist was a little stunned to see that he was fine. Although he was a little shocked, he turned his mind and instantly put on a calm expression. This boy could resist the mountain ring without hurting it. It seemed that it was not easy to deal with. At that moment, he said lightly, "Since you can stand me all of a sudden, it seems that you are also very human. God has the virtue of a good life, so let you go, go, go!" These words put on the style of a master outside the world and wanted to swore Gan Ping, but the man was eager to make a decision in his heart and commanded the magic weapon to attack Gan Ping. When Gan Ping heard this, he was about to ask, but suddenly he felt a strong wind behind his head, and he was angry. The man in front of him was seemingly sanctimonious, but he was so vicious. He plotted himself several times, and there were such a shameless person in the world.

At that moment, he snorted coldly, grabbed it back, and pinched the attacking mountain ring in the palm of his hand. Since there is a guard, how can it be calculated by you? Holding the ring magic weapon that kept jumping in the palm of his hand, Gan Ping said loudly, "The Taoist priest has plotted on me several times. This is a saying." The Taoist had already realized that it was not good. His magic weapon was pinched in his hand by the teenager, and there were faint signs that he was not under his control. He quickly pinched his fingers in his sleeves, pinched a summoning Dharma, and then settled down in his heart and said, "You child, you don't know where you learned this evil method at a young age. You can't say that you can't shovel it. Except for your evil." Between the words, the righteous words are strict, which is full of the demeanor of a gentleman.

Gan Ping was secretly annoyed and said coldly, "Are you going to stop me?" When he spoke, the light flashed in his eyes, and the murder flashed by. When the Taoist saw that Gan Ping did not pursue the sneak attack, he thought that Gan Ping was timid, so he boasted there without knowing whether to advance or retreat. "Look at your young age, it is not easy to cultivate, and I don't know what evil method has used to trap my baby. I don't care about it. Hurry up to seal my seal. Return the mountain ring to me, and then give me your evil magic weapon with both hands. Speaking of this, the Taoist greedily glanced at the soul snail in Gan Ping's hand and continued, "Then serve as a disciple under my door for a few years, without your benefits..."

When Gan Ping heard this, he laughed angrily. This man was so lifeless that he wanted to knock his bones and take advantage of himself. He was so shameless. He said, "Since the Taoist priest is a master of the world, please uphold justice for me. If you can satisfy me, you will definitely offer these two treasures with your hands." Seeing that Fang Zhengyuan could not be forced, Gan Ping had to start with the Taoist who obviously helped the Fang Ning family.

"Oh? If you have any grievances, tell me about it. My Qingyue Taoist is the most upright, and I will uphold justice for you. Looking at Gan Ping's continuous waves, Qingyue was also a little uncertain. What he said just now was just to delay the time. Since the boy proposed it, let's see what caused him to make such a big fight. If it is serious, he can't wait to ask Ning Lingtian for more compensation.

"The boy's fiancee was abducted by Fang Zhengyuan. I saw him enter the Xiaoyue City, so I came to look for him and look for a little help." At this time, Gan Ping still wanted to exchange Ma Linger for this soul snail in his hand. The Qingyue Taoist in front of him must make friends with Fang Ning's two families. If he could help, it would be better. As for this grudge, it's not too late to report it in the future.

"So that's it. Wait for me to call Ning Lingtian to ask." After saying that, the Taoist said loudly to the already messy city owner's mansion, "Lord Ning, poor Dao Qingyue, if you have something to talk about, please come out and see." While talking, the words were mixed with the power of the truth. The voice echoed, shaking the eaves, and the dust fell one after another.

As soon as the voice here fell, two people came out of a house in the distance. One of them was wearing a high crown. Judging the situation, there must be Ning Lingtian, the owner of the city, but the other was a 40-year-old woman, full of pearls and jade. Seeing these two people, Gan Ping's face was a little ugly. It seems that this city There is an underground secret room in the main house, otherwise the two of them could not escape the dementor of the soul snail.

The two hurriedly ran to the Qingyue Taoist and bowed to thank him. It seemed that the two did not know what had happened. They thought that the Qingyue Taoist subdued Gan Ping and came to thank him. Qingyue took a look at Gan Ping and said to Ning Lingtian, "Master Ning, I heard that your nephew Fang Zhengyuan kidnapped a woman, right?" Hearing this, Ning Lingtian, who was in the dream, understood why he suffered such a big disaster. It turned out that it was the boy who caused the disaster.

Waiting to answer, Qingyue said, "Send the woman back quickly, so that the little brother won't be angry." With that, he raised his chin and pointed to Gan Ping. At present, his magic weapon was in Gan Ping's hand. Although he summoned, the strong aid had not arrived for a long time, which made Qingyue a little panic. However, looking at the boy seemed to be indimilated by his own temperament and was still stable for the time being, it was better to let Ning Lingtian send people back first. When he took back the magic weapon, the strong aid came. I will definitely make this boy look good.

When Ning Lingtian heard this, he didn't dare to say anything. Although he was the local emperor on this side, in the hands of these immortals, he was like an ant, and Gan Ping in front of him was an example. He hurriedly trotted all the way to the back. It seemed that he was looking for Fang Zhengyuan. It seemed that he was right. Fang Zhengyuan was really hiding here. The woman left over there secretly looked at Gan Ping, but he ignored it.

After a while, Ning Lingtian ran over with an ugly face, which made Gan Ping's heart tight, "Isn't it delayed for so long? What happened to Linger?" Thinking of this, he couldn't help it. He jumped up and stopped Ning Lingtian, who was running towards Qingyue. He reached out and pulled his neck and shouted, "What's wrong with Linger? Say it quickly, or I'll tear you up." His expression was fierce and ferocious. When he came here this time, he had already left his hand many times, thinking that he would not hurt the innocent. As long as he found the bell and punished the square distance, he didn't expect to delay over and over again. If something happened to Ling'er, he would have to bury the people all over the city to accompany him.

Qingyue over there did not stop him. Gan Ping had raised Ning Lingtian high, and one hand had been put on his arm. If Ning Lingtian's answer was not good, it would be a disaster of limb fracture. The woman next to her was so scared that she screamed loudly. Ning Lingtian was held in the air and felt that her arm was torn by a huge force. She was so scared that she didn't dare to talk any more. She hurriedly said, "Dead..."

Hearing this, Gan Ping's eyes darkened and almost fainted. It was only a little time for Linger to have such a big thing, which made Gan Ping's eyes split and shouted loudly, "Why did you die? Where is she?" Ning Lingtian said tremblingly, "In the back room, she committed suicide. It has nothing to do with us..." The last sentence was already crying.

"Why does it have nothing to do with you? If it weren't for Fang Zhengyuan, how could Linger be here? How to die back?" The more Gan Ping said, the more angry he became. He shouted loudly and tore Ning Lingtian into pieces with his hands. The blood fog all over the sky was sprayed all over Gan Ping, as if he were a blood man.

The woman's original screaming voice was like a rooster with a broken neck, which immediately stopped abruptly. She was already scared to death. Gan Ping tore Ning Lingsheng in anger, and ignored Qingyue, who was pale with a pale face. He shot in the direction of Ning Lingtian's running. He had to see Linger with his own eyes to believe what Ning Lingtian said.

When he came to the room, the dark door behind a calligraphy and painting was half open. Gan Ping dodged in and saw the fiery red figure lying on the ground. He hurried to the front and picked it up. It was the familiar face, the flowery face, but with a hairpin in his chest, which was the one he bought for Linger in the Ma family. It seems that Linger was humiliated and killed herself with this hairpin.

Hold Linger in his arms, Gan Ping burst into tears and regretted his heart. Why did he do this woman's benevolent? What does the life or death of these other people have to do with him? If he had been cruel, he would have rescued Linger long ago. Thinking of this, Gan Ping felt a burst of sadness in his heart, bursting into tears, and looked up to the sky and howled, "Fang Zhengyuan, I want you to lose all the door and die for Linger!" The voice is like a lonely wolf crying blood, hoarse and sad, and the murderous is obvious.

He hugged Ma Linger's cold body, and Gan Ping blamed himself with regret in his heart. "If he sacrificed the flying magic weapon, if he killed Fang Zhengyuan on the spot on the same day, if he killed himself directly into the house, if it was..." Unfortunately, if there were no such, Gan Ping's heart was like a knife, and his eyes were red. Obviously, it had reached the edge of the collapse of Taoism. Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in my heart. I remembered all kinds of secrets of Wangya Mountain. At that moment, I stopped crying and looked for it in the black lacquer ring.

After searching for a long time, he suddenly cried with joy and laughed loudly. He returned the meat elixir, four-pin elixirs, to treat physical collapse, and ordinary people can also use it. Xuan Mingzi did evil all his life, but the elixir left after death could save Linger's life, which was also a little less sin. Gan Ping quickly pulled out the hairpin from Ma Linger's chest, crushed the meat elixir, and sprinkled it finely on the wound. If Linger was not an ordinary person and couldn't stand the huge medicinal power, Gan Ping would have crushed the remaining ten elixir.

These four-grade elixir are already extremely rare top-grade elixir, and its effectiveness is extraordinary. The wound on Linger's chest heals at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually revealing the white skin inside, not even leaving a scar. Gan Ping looked at the faint white and tender skin, and his face couldn't help blushing a little, but now But I can't take care of so much. Seeing that the wound on Ma Linger's body had healed, but he didn't mean to wake up, Gan Ping was in a hurry. He stretched out his hand and entered a wisp of real power into Linger's body. This meat elixir was really effective. There were no scars on Ling'er's body, but he couldn't wake up for a long time. Gan Ping turned his mind and understood the fate. By.

It seems that she has finished her own treatment. Linger's soul is not in her body. She must have been attracted by the Ten Netherworld. Thinking of the secret method of Wangya Mountain, Gan Ping's hand was determined to fight. Although he did not practice, because of the existence of Xuan Mingzi's experience, he easily used the method of summoning the soul. But even so, there was no movement at all, which made Gan Ping anxious. He put the income of Ling'er's body into the black lacquer ring, turned around and strode out. His face was calm and calm, and he already had a plan in his heart. Since the Fang Ning family indulged such a jackal wolf's heart, then he had to Pay for this.

At present, Ling'er's soul can't return. I'm afraid that something has happened. I can only use the lives of nearly a thousand people in this house. After experiencing such a thing as Ling'er, Gan Ping has undergone a huge change. Since no one is worthy of himself and Linger, why should I pity their lives? After going out, he put down the seven-star lock spirit array, used more than a thousand lives in this mansion to make blood sacrifices, and recall the soul of Linger. If the Taoist in Qingyue is noisy, he can't blame me for being cruel. Thinking of this, Gan Ping has made up his mind to let more than a thousand lives be buried with Linger. Even if the punishment comes, he will not regret it, but he does not notice that the remnants of the fire dragon and Xuan Mingzi, which were originally suppressed by him, are affecting him little by little. At present, he is becoming less and more and less for the lives of others. I care.