Chapter 172 Refining Blood

There was blood in his mouth, holding the ghost turtle shield and flying back in the air, and couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart. Originally, I thought that with my own strength and the blessing of fire, coupled with the defense treasure of these three grades, even if I couldn't stop this blow, I could retreat completely. However, it turned out that the power of the Jindan peak monk was not as simple as he thought. Just now, Feng Xingyuan took action angrily and used twelve points of strength to issue a must-kill blow. Fortunately, Gan Ping took the initiative to attack and did not wait for the sword light to reach the peak. However, even so, he was shaken by this strong force.

The arm that had just been raised was broken again. The body that I thought was strong was immediately destroyed by this force, and dozens of bones were broken. The body was even more crackling, as if it was about to disintegrate and crack. Although he did not cut directly into his body, the sword spirit on the Fengxingyuan sword entered his body through the three-grade spirit turtle shield. This is also the reason why Gan Ping did not apply this spirit turtle shield to the unity of the heart, which made the sword spirit pass through.

A bright yellow sword spirit is raging in Ganping's body, rushing left and right like an arrogant beast. Gan Ping only felt that his whole body meridian bones were to be cut off by this sword spirit. He hurriedly tried to run the Chuo Rongyuan forging body Zhenjue and the pure yang heart meridian, and wanted to suppress and refine this sword spirit. However, this sword spirit is really too powerful. No matter how Gan Ping's operation skills, he can't suppress it. Seeing that his body is about to be disintegrated by this sword spirit.

"Bum!" Gan Ping fell to the ground heavily with a shield, and the fire in his arms suddenly rolled out. Looking at its weak appearance, Gan Ping knew that it was because Huo had added the heaven and earth method of blood evolution to him and was severely damaged. It seemed that he had to recuperate for a period of time. At this time, Gan Ping could no longer care where he was and whether it was the dangerous witch tomb. The most important thing was to drive out the sword spirit in his body, otherwise his body would collapse under the sword spirit. A trace of blood-red light flashed in the sky. It was the magic blood knife that day, turned into a streamer, and disappeared into Gan Ping's body in an instant.

Feng Xingyuan stood in front of the gray fog with a pale face, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair. I have been in the world for hundreds of years. Although I dare not say that I am invincible in the world, it is also smooth. However, today I have suffered such a dull loss in front of this boy. Looking at his half-mutilated arm, Feng Xingyuan wanted to cry without tears. He really lost his wife and broke the soldiers. I don't know what kind of evil thing the boy released. He actually devoured one-fifth of his blood, and even cut off his soul. Feng Xingyuan has felt that bursts of weakness and dizziness are eroding himself, which is a sign of the decline of cultivation. After hundreds of years of hard work, he has finally reached the peak of Jindan. Now he is attacked by this boy and is about to fall to the high level of Jindan.

This part of the lost cultivation will be made up in a reliable time, but the missing soul made his heart fall to the bottom. The body is incomplete, and my cultivation can only stop at the peak of Jindan. How can this make the arrogant Fengxingyuan willing? Looking up to the sky, he let out a sad roar, "Little bastard, I swear I won't give up with you!" Looking straight at the gray fog in front of him, Feng Xingyuan had the intention to rush in and kill the hateful boy, but he was stopped by his only reason.

This witch tomb is extremely dangerous. It is recorded in the few surviving predecessors of the Tiemen Sect. Feeling the sword spirit in Gan Ping's body, Feng Xingyuan felt that if there was no connection, as if it were thousands of miles away. Obviously, it is the formation in this witch's tomb that works. I don't know how far this hateful boy has spread. Within the palm of a million-mile fish, only the great witch in ancient times has such magical means. Even if you chase in at this moment, you will be passed on to other places by the formation in the witch's tomb. At that time, not to mention killing this boy, even self-preservation will become a problem.

If Feng Xingyuan has no concern, he will naturally not care about the danger of this array. As long as he can get out of the stuffiness in his chest, it doesn't matter if he dies. Anyway, he has no hope of becoming an immortal. But I don't care, but if the Tiemen sect loses itself, the master of the peak of the golden elixir, the originally extremely low strength of the sect will decline even more. At that time, the small sects next to it will be drugged and bullied to the door. Thinking of this, the resentful Feng Xingyuan slapped him, and a deep pit of more than ten feet appeared on the ground with a sudden explosion. Sitting cross-legged on the ground and taking out a Lingdan's entrance, Feng Xingyuan separated a wisp of divine consciousness to pay attention to the sword spirit that was not in Gan Ping's body, and began to wait here. This is the only exit of this witch tomb. It's okay if this little bastard dies in it. If he comes out by chance, hum!

At this moment, Gan Ping was lying on the cold ground, seriously injured to death. The sword gas in his body, which had been severely damaged, broke out, and his body would be torn. No matter how he urged Xuangong, he could not make up for the body destroyed by the sword gas. Just as Gan Ping was anxious and repairing loopholes everywhere, the blood-red knife light flew from outside the body, and he returned to Ganping's Dantian with a cheerful voice. Gan Ping only felt that the blood-enhanting sword was constantly feeding back the strong power of blood, and the endless Jingyuan mana was emitted from the total. Obviously, this was the essence and Zhenyuan from Fengxingyuan.

The magic blood god knife is extremely strange. As early as the time of killing the two brothers, Gan Ping has discovered the strangeness of this magic knife, kills the monk, and absorbs the essence of blood into his own body. Therefore, Gan Ping always feels that this method is too vicious and too biased towards the magic, so he has been suppressing the magic blood knife, and does not use it often to inhibit development. In order to prevent the bloodthirsty smell on the magic knife from affecting your mind, it will be doomed at that time.

This is also what the predecessor of the hand-recording skill when he got the Taiyi Chunyang Heart Sutra, and Gan Ping was very afraid of it. It's only ridiculous that Gan Ping, the person who recorded the Taiyi Pure Yang Heart Sutra, specified the viciousness of this blood god knife in vain. Although the demonized blood knife is strange and terrible, it is a strange skill of interception in the space of Kyushu. How can there be a problem with the teachings handed down by the saints? People's good and evil cannot be affected by skills. As long as the mind is firm, how can the skills practice good and evil? Only the hearts of people are good and evil, and there is no merit, good and evil. Intercepting a section of the heavenly way for your own use is the only way to intercept teaching.

But from Gan Ping's point of view, this move is not bad. When the foundation was built before, such a clever method will indeed make Gan Ping's foundation unstable. Although it is also robbed other people's Zhenyuan's blood, it is much better. Although it will also make Zhenyuan false and floating, if it is refined in the future, this can be completely avoided. Pen end. At this time, Gan Ping had no choice. The strong sword qi was raging in the body. Its own blood mana could no longer make up for the destruction speed of the sword qi, and there was a large amount of damage in the body's meridians. This essence and blood came just right, just to make up for Gan Ping's qi and blood deficiency at this time.

There was no time to think about whether there would be any drawbacks left. Ganping hurriedly ran the Binghuo Rongyuan forging body. The dragon-shaped Binghuoyuan Gang took the pure blood that kept pouring out of the magic blood knife in Ganping's body and repaired the injury. After the devouring transformation of the blood god knife, there has been no soul mark of Feng Xingyuan in this essence blood for a long time. It is purely a pure blood power. The effect of repairing the body is several times stronger than that of the superior elixir, and there is no need to worry about the anti-phagocation power of drugs.

At that time, Gan Ping turned the mana of the Taiyi Pure Yang Xinjing into a silk net wrapped on the meridians, so as not to be completely hit by this sword spirit. Then he began to run the forging work to repair the damage on the body. The magic blood knife fed back most of the power of essence and blood to Gan Ping, which is nearly one-fifth of the power of the essence and blood of the peak monk of Jindan, which is simply as vast as a sea of smoke for Gan Ping. The vast blood power just made up for the damage consumption of the sword spirit, and pushed Gan Ping's physical cultivation to a higher level.

Just after repairing the damage on the body, the unabated sword spirit hit again, and the body of the meridians that had just been repaired was broken again. Gan Ping had no choice but to start all over again. Fortunately, the huge blood and vitality were constantly replenished, so that Gan Ping had no worries. According to the usual time, Gan Ping's middle-level disciple, even if it is one-fifth of the blood power of the peak monk of Jindan, he can't refine it casually. I think it is necessary to spend years of hard work and slowly refine it. However, with the help of this sword spirit, although the pain of the torn body is simply unbearable, But it has accelerated the process of refining.

With the huge blood power, the damage in all parts of Gan Ping's body healed in an instant, and the degree of toughness was better than before. With the integration, there is also the effect of the deposition of the two major spiritual substances, the real dragon essence blood and the wood spirit quenching body milk. Gan Ping's meridian body became more and more tenacious. The sword light could no longer easily destroy his body, but the feeling of cutting meat with a blunt knife was indeed more unbearable. Gan Ping looked up to the sky and roared in pain!