Chapter 183 Like a Dead Bone

In the dark under the earth, the vitality of Gan Ping and Fire are connected with the divine mind, regardless of each other, life and death. Gan Ping passed on his heavenly enlightenment from the fragments of Xuanmingzi and Huoling Yuanshen to Huo'er, but the inheritance knowledge of the Hercules ape family in the blood of Huoer mythical beast was also fed back to Gan Ping. I don't know how long it has been since this person and a monkey helped each other. Maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's been hundreds of years.

His eyelids beat slightly, and Gan Ping slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of blocking his mouth and nose came. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the endless soil was squeezed on it and squeezed into his eyes. He also felt endless power in his body. He was wrapping his whole body in it. The powerful force made Gan Ping feel that the bones of his whole body were about to break. Gan Ping was shocked, and a faint sword light flashed on his body, abruptly pushing the soil wrapped in the body surface about half an inch.

Frowning, Gan Ping felt that the Zhenyuan in his body was extremely weak, as if it were a flame beating in the air, which could be extinguished at any time. A breath of stuffiness is hidden in the chest. The originally strong sword light is already overwhelmed under the endless power of the soil, and it is about to collapse. He quickly took out several elixirs and stuffed them into his mouth. The power was like a warm water flow, moistening the dry meridians, and the true power slowly recovered with the power. At that time, Ganping's sword light soared three feet, and abruptly stretched out a piece of space for this soil.

Gan Ping was surprised to find that his broken bones and veins had completely healed, and they were tougher than before. Slightly confused, Gan Ping lowered his head and fingers and kept calculating. It turned out that he had been sleeping for ten years. For ten years in this witch's tomb, there was no aura supplement. Fortunately, his sleeping machine was all silent, and there was more real dragon blood moistened and maintained the meridians, so that he did not receive any damage. It's just this body...

Gan Ping looked at his skinny body with a wry smile. Although it was nourished by the real dragon's blood, it only repaired the injury. In the final analysis, there was no external aura nourishment, and the body was extremely depleted. The cultivation of the body has been reduced by more than half. This still has the nourishment of the essence and blood that has not been fully refined, which has lasted for so long. If not, just by the consumption of one's own body, the root and bone foundation of this body may have been damaged. No wonder before he fully absorbed the massive information in the soul, he was awakened by the feeling of blood exhaustion and oily lamp withered.

There was a sway in front of his chest, and his clothes were broken inch by inch, and the little face like a skeleton of the fire came out. Gan Ping's clothes were originally of ordinary quality. After the squeezing of the power of the earth in the witch's tomb for ten years, they could not support it for a long time. They were moved by the fire and turned into fragments and floated to the ground, revealing Gan Ping's skinny body. He looked at Huo's body like a skeleton frame with a wry smile, and he was helpless for a while. At present, the appearance of the two of them is not much better than that of me before.

Two skeleton racks, one big and one small, looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. Although most of the power of the body has been dispersed because of the long burying in the ground, the realm of peace and fire is really there now. This loss of blood, Gan Ping with the magic blood knife, still cares about the loss of blood? With a finger, the blood-red knife light appeared in front of the two large and small skeletons.

Looking at the physical knife body in front of him, Gan Ping couldn't help throbbing. Originally, he also knew that if the magic blood knife reached the extreme, it would be extraordinary, but he didn't know how to make this life-saving killer grow as soon as possible. This magic knife is occasionally strange. Only a little blood is left, and the rest is fed back to the master. His growth is extremely slow, which makes Gan Ping a little helpless. However, several experiences have made Gan Ping find some strange things. This blood god knife intangible substance doesn't care much about this blood, but he likes those primordial gods and demons with the same intangible substances.

When the heart demon just stepped into the realm of condensation, it was borne by this knife light, and the wisp of knife light in Western Europe turned into a wisp of knife light. The six desires demons were swallowed up by this divine knife, and then the blood-chemical sword appeared. This time, he absorbed the primordial spirit of Bu Yizhen. The magic blood god knife was as solid as the substance. When he saw this Boym Ganping, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

Previously, I first entered the world of cultivation and didn't know it. I was just a young child. At present, I have finally refined some of the yuan gods of the two masters, and my understanding of the world of cultivation has also deepened a lot. I am no longer a simple teenager before. He laughed at his previous stupidity in his heart. This magic blood knife was obviously to enhance its power with things such as the soul yuanshen. It was ridiculous that I didn't expect to be here at that time. It was really stupid enough.

Put away this blood god knife. The wonderful patterns and arrays on the knife make Gan Ping's heartbeat for a while. Obviously, it is a strange rule. If you can understand the details, it will definitely be of great benefit to you. However, Gan Ping was not in a hurry, but realized that the most important thing now is to restore his own mana. For so many years, he has been eroded by the power of the earth. Although his body is like a sledgehammer, he has also lost a lot. Just this moment of sword light output has made Gan Ping a little uncomfortable.

He held the fire in his arms and took out two top-grade spiritual stones. Originally, I thought that my spiritual stone elixir had been in this ground for more than ten years, but I didn't expect such a change to happen. This elixir and spiritual stone were not as much consumed as ten years ago. He swallowed dozens of elixirs in one go, and Ganping let the huge medicinal power rush around the body. In the past ten years, it has not been in vain. At least the toughness of the meridians has increased more than ten times. If he is facing Feng Xingyuan at this moment, Gan Ping can swallow nearly a hundred elixirs in one bite, and he will not be hurt at all with his powerful medicinal power.

However, in the face of Feng Xingyuan at this moment? The corners of Gan Ping's mouth raised a sneer, with his skeleton-like face under the faint sword light, which was particularly strange and horrible. Although his own strength can't compete with this person, Gan Ping, who integrates the fusion of Xuan Mingzi and the Fire Dragon Yuanshen, is not that ignorant teenager.

First of all, in terms of understanding of the use of power, it has been improved by more than several times. The understanding and control of power in the Yuanshen realm can be seen from the previous fact that Bu Yizhen almost broke through the three-grade Xuanwu spirit turtle shield with a trace of weak Zhenyuan. What's more, Gan Ping, who has the knowledge and fighting experience of the two, will not pay attention to a monk at the peak of Jindan. With that vision and wisdom, all the actions of Feng Xingyuan have been thoroughly analyzed by Gan Ping. In a blink of an eye, several countermeasures have been formed in his mind, all of which can make Feng Xingyuan's life worse than death, but he has no time to take care of it now.

With the cunning memory of Xuan Mingzi, Gan Ping has found a way to escape from the witch tomb. Although Nabu Yizhen is also the cultivation of Yuanshen, he is young after all. Although he has stepped into the realm of Yuanshen in hundreds of years, after all, he lacks the accumulation of one minute, and there is no experience of Xuanmingzi. Xuan Mingzi is already the Mahayana of the yuanshen, and he is a master who is about to enter the period of disaster. He is several times stronger than Bu Yizhen, who is new to the yuan god. The monks in the Tianfu mainland have been facing this witch for many years. If this small formation can kill high-level monks, then the witches do not have to avoid the world.

Gan Ping held Huo'er in his arms and practiced, and woke up half a month later. Although it still looks like a dead bone, the power of Zhenyuan in the body is already extremely abundant. Gan Ping felt that he had touched the threshold of the liquidization period. He only planted it from here and found a place full of aura. After several months of practice, he could break through this realm. If it spreads, it will definitely shock the world. You should know that Gan Ping is only fifteen years old. In less than two years, he touched the threshold of chemical solution from an ignorant child, and he must be shocked.

However, Gan Ping didn't care. Less than two years is just the time of the outside world. At present, he has been trapped in this witch's tomb for ten years, absorbing the ten years of Tiandao insights of Xuanmingzi and Fire Dragon. If he can't advance, he can be killed with one head. What's more, her fiancee Ma Linger is still sleeping in the Wenlei Pool. Counting the time, she will wake up in less than three years. As long as she wakes up, she is a master of the golden elixir realm, and she also has a soundless Taoist inheritance. The change of the physique of Wenlei Pool is determined to be thousands of miles a day. But I haven't even reached the liquid liquid. With such a fiancee, as a man, Gan Ping can't help feeling that the pressure has doubled. If your cultivation is not as good as that of Linger at that time, it will be really shameless.

Turning his hand over, the huge sword body of the mountain sword split a gap and slept for ten years. It was time to see his harvest that day. Gan Ping's goal was the storage ring on Bu Yizhen's body.