Chapter 179 People's Hearts

The body flew backwards out, and Gan Ping's shield was heavily smashed into the soil layer. The blood mixed with visceral fragments in the air suddenly spewed out, and sprinkled a rain of blood in the air. With the turn of his mind, Gan Ping no longer wants to coexist peacefully with this person, which stimulated the magic blood knife that day. The Taoist, who had just recovered a trace of vitality, smiled coldly and took a step forward. "Little beast, he was hesitant and almost killed the life of your real person!"

Seeing that Gan Ping could withstand his blow, his eyes couldn't help but show a strange color. Although he had only recovered less than a thousandth of his strength, he could easily kill the low-level boy in front of him. However, the situation in front of him exceeded his expectations. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took a drop of blood spewed out by Gan Ping. The dead golden light inside surprised the man, "Real dragon blood! Hahaha..."

The man couldn't help looking up to the sky and laughing, but his body was still too fragile. After being trapped for many years, he had already reached the situation of drying up, and a series of laughter caused him to cough. Gan Ping was trapped in the earth and looked coldly at the ungrateful and shameless person in front of him. I have to say that this man's cultivation has reached an extremely horrible state. If it is in his heyday, his master Mo Shufeng is not the enemy. Just by mobilizing the weak spiritual power just now, he almost clicked and broke the shield in his hand. You can see how thorough this person's perception of the rules between heaven and earth is, but there is also a faint sneer at the corners of Gan Ping's mouth. The spiritual stone he sent can also support him to make a blow, which has long been well-made.

If I had known this person's heart, I should have turned around and left just now. After he ran out of oil, he would come back to collect this unique treasure. I'm still not vicious enough to do such a thing. At present, the Ganping spine has been broken, the meridians are broken inch by inch, and even a little finger can't move, and the fire on his shoulder is faintly bloody at the corners of his mouth. Obviously, the blow that Gan Ping took just now spread to it, which made it also suffer some damage.

With just a little shock, you can shake the fire of the fifth-order spirit beast. What's more, what's more, the person in front of him is only the weakest stage. It's not much better than the dying point of oil. It can make such a terrible attack. Compared with the peak of Jindan, it is stronger than the Fengxingyuan. Double. If he had been in his heyday, the current Ganping would have been bombarded into powder.

However, Gan Ping looked at the coughing Taoist, but there was no panic in his eyes. Although he could not be a villain, he was not a fool. The heart of harming people must not be there, and the heart of guarding people must not be absent. Just now, I have used the spiritual dragon to look at this person, and then I can safely send the elixir spirit stone. Although this Taoist man's cultivation is excellent, he doesn't know how many years he has been trapped in this witch's tomb. This body has long been dispersed by spiritual power. If it hadn't been for the person's tightly condensed with his own mana, the body without spiritual support would have turned into flying ash.

The blow just now was just that the Taoist infinitely enlarged the spiritual power he had just absorbed, mixed with his own perception of the law of heaven, which had such a terrible power. The high and low disadvantages of the monk's realm are also here. If the power of the same size is used by high-level monks, it must be thousands of times more powerful than the low-level monks. It is not an increase in power, but in different ways.

That is to say, although the person in front of him looks strong, he is already vulnerable. Long before Gan Ping sent the spiritual stone elixir, he had fallen into Gan Ping's calculation. His body withered and the true element was exhausted. His demonized blood knife had quietly attached to this person that day. As soon as his mind moved, he could take his life at any time. After all, the body of the person in front of him was much worse than that of ordinary people. The faint The stench came, and it was obvious that it was about to reach the point of human decline and flesh and blood collapse.

The only thing Gan Ping didn't expect was that there was only a trace of aura. In the hands of this man, he could send such a shocking blow, and he almost died under this blow. If the real summer worm is hard to speak, it is difficult to imagine the powerful power of high-level monks without personal experience.

The man coughed hurriedly, straightened up and looked at Gan Ping with bright eyes, and his eyes were full of jokes and sarcasm. However, what he didn't know was that in the Taoist robe on his back, there was a blood-red knife light, floating looming, only a trace away from his body. Because of the exhaustion of the magic power of heaven and man, the Taoist man was not aware of the terrible weapon from a different space behind him, and his attention was all focused on it. Gan Ping in front of him.

"It's easy to calculate, it's a pity that my heart is not fierce enough..." The hoarse voice sounded, perhaps because of the cough just now, or because I haven't talked to anyone for many years. This person's voice is hoarse and unpleasant, which is particularly strange. Unexpectedly, you only gave Ben Zhenren a low-grade spiritual stone. You are really generous. Do you regard Ben Zhenren as a beggar? Gan Ping did not answer, and looked at the Taoist in front of him indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Cough, good boy, it can actually block my blow. It's good. It turned out to be the real dragon blood, Jie Jie... "This face is quite Zhou Zheng's Taoist face is twisted for a while, and it looks extremely horrible." The sky is not dead, I Bu Yizhen, unexpectedly sent such a method of fate, creation, nature, it's not in vain that I have been waiting here for 1,300 years, hahahaha..." With this, Bu Yizhen actually looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Did you dig out the golden elixir of those people?" He couldn't stand the noisy laughter of Bu Yizhen. Gan Ping asked. His body was really strong. In just a few breaths, he could barely speak, and the broken viscera slowly healed. Hearing Gan Ping's words, Bu Yizhen stopped laughing. Yes, it's the real person who can value the real person and make their creation. With that, a strange smile appeared on Bu Yizhen's face, "There are a total of 123 golden elixirs, 17 of which were killed by me on the spot. In this ghost place, when I saw that the real person did not turn around and run away, he came up. It was simply a fool."

Gan Ping's speech was blocked for a while. Obviously, he also became a fool, and he was still the stupidest kind. What surprised and made him angry was that Bu Yizhen actually killed people to take Dan, which was not much better than those demon monks. No wonder he has such a strong blood and resentment. If he just destroys the wreckage of the dead, refines the golden elixir, and uses the pure power, the blood power will not be so strong at all.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping's face was extremely ugly. Originally, he thought that he had achieved success in cultivation. Even if he could not beat those high-level monks, he could always deal with his intelligence for a while. At present, he knew that he really underestimated the world's heroes, and he was also sitting in the well and watching the sky, and his experience was still too little. I didn't see such obvious signs. It's really not wrong to suffer from the pain at present.

"Thinking of me, Bu Yizhen has broken through the realm of the yuan god as early as 1,300 years ago. I was free between heaven and earth, but I didn't expect to be trapped in this damn place. In 1,300 years, it was difficult to cultivate in the dark, and I was trapped here..." Obviously, Bu Yizhen had been trapped for a long time and his mind was not clear, and he actually cried in pain.

Looking at the unique magic weapon like a round of the sun above Bu Yizhen's head, Gan Ping suddenly remembered a person. This magic weapon is as thin as cicada wings, like a wheel, and the edges are full of fine serrated teeth. The overflowing of precious light makes people difficult to see, which reminds Gan Ping of Master Mo Jianfeng once counted the world's magic weapons, and vaguely said this unique magic weapon. The best magic weapons, even in the whole Tianfu mainland, are extremely rare, so Mo Congfeng also described some of them to Ganping. This level of magic weapons is enough to suppress the fortune of the sect and ensure the longevity of the sect.

"The sword wheel against the sky, Bu Yizhen, you are blood sprinkled Qingqiu Bu Yizhen! You, how can you..." Hearing Gan Ping's words, Bu Yizhen's body, who was crying, shook, and the anti-sky knife wheel above his head also shook. Obviously, he was shocked by the master's heart and spirit. Blood sprinkled Qingqiu, blood sprinkled Qingqiu..." Bu Yizhen's eyes, which muttered to himself, were full of confusion. He stretched out his hands to look at his thin palms like chicken feet, and looked at Gan Ping, who couldn't move, with a sad face. "Look at my blood and resentment, or is it blood sprinkled with Qingqiu Bu Yizhen?"