Chapter 147 Advance again

Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, the path of heaven is difficult and bumpy, and the way of practice is against the sky. Therefore, you have to bear the price of going against the sky, which is a kind of disaster. This Haoyuan jade virtual extermination god thunder is a kind of seven, seven, seven, forty-nine. With the support of Huo'er's strength, forty-six have fallen. But Gan Ping knew that the remaining three thunderbolts were the most dangerous existence, and they were many times stronger than the previous thunder.

At this time, Huo seemed to feel the dangerous feeling in the air and turned into a violent ape several feet high. The golden hoop flashed on his head, and his two angry eyes were wide open. The huge fangs exposed his lips, raised the uniform stick in his hand and waved it into the air.

Finally, the rolling Jieyun stopped moving, and a bucket of thick thunder rolled down. Gan Ping was frightened. The power of the thunder that day was really strong. Gan Ping, who was in the distance, also felt the electric light coming to his face, making him unable to breathe. However, Gan Ping bought a step forward under this pressure. A good man should face the difficulties. If he flinched at this time, wouldn't he not even be as good as Huo? What's more, I will never allow the fire to be hurt.

This Haoyuan Yuxu extermination thunder was directly pressed down, like a giant hammer of ten thousand pounds, and even Huo's tall body laughed a lot, and his two thick legs had fallen below the ground. Gan Ping saw a jump in the corners of his eyes. He knew how hard the rock of Hualongfeng was. After the confinement of protecting the mountain, the mountain was no different from ordinary low-level refining. Fortunately, the fire just stimulated the blood of the mythical beast in the body, and the strength and physical toughness have been greatly increased. Otherwise, not to mention the devastating thunder power, even this huge impact force can break its bones.

It took a long time for the thunder to dissipate. Huo's body has been scarred, and the originally extremely tall body has also shrunk. It seems that it has consumed a lot of its strength, and even the phantom body cast by the force of blood has withered a lot. Gan Ping looked at the new one in his eyes. His hand had touched the mountain sword behind him. He was ready to take action. After all, there were the last two strongest thunderstorms that had not fallen.

The fire has gasped, and the bright hair is also dim. Obviously, the strong thunderstorm has exceeded its tolerance. Suddenly, another thunderbolt rolled in. Huo'er took a deep breath, and a light flashed on the golden hoop above his head. It turned out that Huoer could not resist it, and had launched Mo Zhenfeng's magic weapon head hoop for himself.

A pale yellow light shrouded the fire in an instant, and the blue thunder bombarded fiercely. Although this head hoop also reached the sixth-grade defense magic weapon, under the power of this disaster, it only resisted for a moment and then swayed and was difficult to support. After all, this magic weapon needs the support of mana. How can the fire support it now?

In an instant, the pale yellow mask quietly broke, and the fire roared, and the golden hoop above his head burst. The light went straight to the thunder, but it was a magic weapon for the fire to break the sinking boat to resist the thunder overhead. Blocked by the power of the magic weapon explosion, the thunder in the air was weakened a lot. The fire looked cheaply, jumped up, waved a stick, and hit the divine thunder again. The awesome Haoyuan jade virtual extermination thunder dissipated.

This time also seemed to exhaust the strength of Huo'er's whole body. The huge body shrunk sharply, turned into a palm-sized little monkey, and fell to the ground from the air. It seems that it can no longer support the huge Dharma phase, nor does it have the strength to resist the thunder. Gan Ping was about to rush forward, and a light blue light quietly pressed down, which was the last and strongest thunderstorm.

He patted the mountain sword on the back and choked the sound of the sword flying out of its sheath. Gan Ping had been re-elected and turned his sword into a streamer straight towards the thunder. At this moment, he had connected the fire and his breath. The Ganping fingertips flying in the air bounced, and two bronze-colored scaly armor-shaped magic weapons flew out, which was the remnants of the ferocious armor that had been obtained earlier.

Although this armor is only a fragment, and it is only a piece of armor, that is only because it is a piece of armor, but in terms of material, it is still on the mountain sword. Gan Ping knew that he was not the opponent of the last thunderstorm, so he sacrificed this magic wave first in an attempt to resist it. Although Gan Ping practiced the true determination of the Binghuo Rongyuan forging body, and his physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary physical practitioners, he knows that in terms of strength and solidness, he can't compare with this fire with the blood of the powerful ape. The former is now lying on the ground dying. How can he act carelessly?

The two pieces of armor went straight to the thunderstorm falling from the sky. Gan Ping did not try to resist with this treasure at all, but just wanted to ease the power a little. However, although I watched it for a long time, it was not until Gan Ping felt the terrible power under the thunderbolt. Under the sky, this film is shrouded in the terrible thunder force, and it can't absorb the aura of the outside world at all. The silky thunder penetrated into his body, making his body dull.

Fortunately, Gan Ping did not panic. The body that had previously undergone the quenching of Wenleichi water has a little resistance to the power of thunder. Gan Ping has long had the experience in dealing with the power of thunder, and hurriedly operated the C Huo Rongyuan forging body to absorb the power of thunder to quench the body.

In an instant, Gan Ping felt that the bone and flesh fascia of his whole body seemed to be soaked in the water where the power of thunder gathered, and the domineering force tore his body inch by inch. It turned out that Huo had just suffered so much pain. No wonder she was so tired. Obviously, this quenching body consumes a lot to resist the invasion of thunder, and Huoer has just suffered in the fight with the natural disaster.

As soon as the two pieces of armored the thunder, Gan Ping felt a huge force in his consciousness. The two pieces of armor only resisted for a moment, and Gan Ping lost his mind practice with them. Two magic weapons turned into nail-sized bronze pieces and fell from the air. Obviously, they had to be sacrificed again before they could be used.

Gan Ping bit his teeth and counted the streamer in his hand until the light flashed. It was the refined Yuntian demon fire thunder. When it came to the end, he and Huoer had more hope to reduce the power of Tianlei. The mysterious thunder hit the thunder, but it could only slightly block the trend of falling, but the thunder was still pressed down. With one mouth, the dragon-shaped Binghuo Yuanlong rushed out and opened the dragon's mouth, but he did not dare to face the power of the thunder. He could only surround the huge thunder pillar and try his best to devour the power of reducing the thunder.

At this time, Gan Ping found that the magic weapons on his body were really rare. If it hadn't been for the invisible substance of the magic blood knife that day, he would have sacrificed it out to resist the thunderstorm. When the means were exhausted, Gan Ping bit his teeth and straightened his sword with a straight face. Since the fire is okay, I will definitely be able to resist the thunder.

The exhausted fire on the ground looked at the master's figure in the air, with a strange light in his eyes, looking at his master without blinking. With a slam, the sword light rising to the sky had collided with the thunderbolt. Gan Ping felt the great pressure from the injured mountain sword, and quickly urged Zhenyuan's hard resistance in his body.

Under the thunder, a faint sword light encouraged and supported it, but the strong thunder like a pillar of heaven is endless, with a posture of killing. Under the thunderstorm, Gan Ping felt that the time was countless times slower. The heavy pressure came from the tip of the sword. Gan Ping faintly felt that the mountain sword was faintly bent, and he was also bent with his original strong backbone.

He took out an elixir and swallowed it in his stomach. Gan Ping opened his eyes angrily and shouted loudly in the air, "Ah--" The slightly tender voice resounded through the world on this side. Gan Ping's curved spine was straight again, and the dim sword light was shining again. He was unwilling and unwilling to die with the fire under the thunder. Damn God, come on, even if you die, I will tangle you. At this moment, Gan Ping finally understood the essence of the way of sword cultivation taught by Mo Congfeng. Shen Zhou went forward and waved his sword without concern.

In this perception, the realm of Ganping rises again and again, and suddenly feels that something in the body seems to be broken, and the true element is flowing endlessly. At this moment, half a month after the last step forward, under the pressure of the thunderstorm, Gan Ping advanced again and reached the middle level of condensation.