Chapter 182 Jiutian Rongyuan

Gan Ping's voice fell, and Bu Yizhen noticed the strange feeling on his back, "Little thief, you dare to plot against me!" Bu Yizhen roared, and the clothes behind him were broken. The dress Bu Yizhen wears is also up to six grades of magic clothes. However, after so many years, the internal prohibition has long been incomplete. How can he restrain the power of this blood god knife? The sharp blade cuts straight from Bu Yizhen's right waist like a hot knife cutting tofu.

Gan Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had long used Linglong to look at it, he estimated that Bu Yizhen had collapsed flesh and blood, but the new always had no idea. Who knows if these famous figures hundreds of years ago, the master of the Yuanshen Realm, has other means? However, the happy idea from the magic blood knife made Gan Ping completely calm down, and he estimated it right. This Bu Yizhen's body has long been on the verge of collapse, and even the Yuanshen is extremely weak.

Bu Yizhen looked up to the sky and roared, cursing endlessly. He sensed the dangerous feeling of the magic blood god knife in his body that day. The damn magic knife was stirring in his body, and his own god was also crushed and swallowed up by the blood-red knife light. This damn magic knife is like a beast that is tearing up its yuan god little by little. If it does not devour a piece of debris, it will make its yuan god more weaker. Under the end of each other, the blood god knife devours faster.

Gan Ping color looked coldly at Bu Yizhen, who roared and howled in the exposure, and the fire squatted on his shoulder was also eye-catching, with no naughty appearance at all. Although this Bu Yizhen has a profound cultivation, at present, the Zhenyuan mana is forbidden to be lost and the body collapses. This yuan god is also used as a tonic for the heavenly demonized blood god knife. This blood-chemical sword can devour the soul and flesh and blood essence of the monk. This blood is of little use for the blood-chemical knife, but it is fed back to the master after refining. However, this monk's soul can best enhance the power of the blood knife.

On that day, in front of the mixed yuan hole, the blood-enified sword killed the six-desired demon. Previously, the demon could not help it because the heavenly demon had condensed into a real body. After all, the blood-chemical knife did not have a condensed body, so it could not break its defense. It was not until the later, Liu Lu Tianmo's body was scattered by a soundless shot that the power of this blood-chemical knife was really brought into play. The most headache for monks is the heavenly demons of this intangible substance, but for the heavenly demonization blood god knife, the heavenly demons of such intangible substances are just like delicious candy. The same is true of the yuan god of this monk. At present, the true flesh is completely lost, just like a powerful yuan god wrapped in the body of an ordinary person. On this day, the magic blood knife will naturally break through the fragile shell and take the pulp from it to the fullest.

No matter how much Bu Yizhen roars and howls, he can't avoid the fate of the body. All this in front of him is already in Gan Ping's previous calculation. Starting from the spiritual stone elixir, and then arranging the magic blood sword, the following step by step is all under Gan Ping's control. If you don't master it, it is the monk's grasp of power, a trace of weak spiritual power, which can make a shocking blow, which Gan Ping didn't expect. However, after this time, his understanding of the use of power will be deepened.

Na Bu Yizhen looked at the pitiful eyes in Gan Ping's eyes, felt the feeling of knife stirring in his body, and roared loudly and crazily, "Little thing, how dare you plotted on me, ah... My yuanshen, what is this?" With the crazy twisting of Bu Yizhen's body, the anti-sky knife wheel connected to the heart and god on the top of his head also began to shake.

Gan Ping's face, which was originally in the presence of the old god, changed. If the knife wheel rushed to him, there was no way to resist the situation that he could not move now. Thinking of this, Gan Ping immediately sent an accelerated message to the blood knife. In the spine behind Bu Yizhen, the flesh and blood bones broke one after another, and the flesh and blood splashed everywhere. It was the blood magic knife that desperately headed towards Bu Yizhen's head. As long as it occupies the head and nails its yuan god, even if it has great magical powers, it will be obediently captured.

Bu Yizhen also felt the danger and roared, and the whole yuanshen suddenly broke away from his body and floated in mid-air. The light cyan transparent yuan god floated in the air and looked angrily at the body under his feet, "Little bastard, destroy my body, your knife is strange. In this way, let me take away you..." Bu Yizhen's yuan god pointed his hand, and a light was bound to his broken body, and the blade of the blood god knife was trapped in it and could not come out.

Seeing that the blood knife was bound, Bu Yizhen looked at Gan Ping with greedy eyes. "I didn't expect that you boy is an innate body of fire spirit, but he is also a good body for monition, which is much better than my original body of wood spirit. After I took away your body, I will borrow my weight. It must be difficult to cultivate a golden elixir soon. Once again, across the world, tut tut..." Bu Yizhen looked at Gan Ping with the eyes like a fat sheep, "I just found that your physical cultivation is also good, so it's a cheap old man..."

Before the words fell, Bu Yizhen's yuan god turned into a streamer and flew to Gan Ping. Just now, he had overdrawn the power of the original source of the yuan god, and bound the blood god knife to his body. In fact, at this moment, as long as he crosses his heart and runs the anti-sky knife wheel on his head, he can completely kill Gan Ping. After all, even the yuan god who is dying of Zhenyuan is not comparable to the boy in the realm of consciousness in front of him.

How can Bu Yi really be willing to do such a thing? My body has long been on the verge of collapse, and it has been stirred by this blood-sword, and it has already been tattered. And the body of the hateful boy in front of him is exactly where he can go, not to mention that there is real dragon blood in the boy's body. Obviously, this boy doesn't know how to refine this blood at all. He can only let this blood slowly transform into his own strength. If he changes himself, he will definitely be thousands of miles a day. At that time, with this strong body and anti-sky knife wheel, as long as he is in the realm of Jindan, he can kill the monks in the realm of Yuanshen. It's much better than my current situation.

Trapped here for more than a thousand years, Bu Yizhen saw the hope of getting out of trouble. How could he not work hard? In a blink of an eye, he rushed to Gan Ping's front. That day, the magic blood knife also came out of trouble. He shouted sharply and chased after Bu Yizhen tightly. But it was still a step late. The light cyan light and shadow had already disappeared into Ganping's sea of knowledge, leaving only the blood god knife blankly to Ganping's godless eyes.

Just when the tiger cave magic knife was crying anxiously, a panicked cry resounded all over the ground, "Jiutian Rongyuan Fire? God, why is there this thing in your soul? Why didn't you be burned to death by it? You are a monster, ah--" With a sad and frightened roar, Bu Yizhen's pale blue yuan god flew out, with a frightened expression. The heavenly magic blood god knife, which had been waiting for a long time, said a cheerful name, rolled up the knife light all over the sky and rushed at Bu Yizhen fiercely.