Chapter 186 Blood

Fire is a fire monkey that is born to control the flame. In addition, it has been the boundless **. With it to control the flame, Gan Ping is naturally at ease. The mind was all silent in the jade slips left by Bu Yizhen. Although Bu Yizhen's character is not good, this array of arithmetic is indeed unmatched. With a huge idea as a backing support, Gan Ping began a sleepless process of understanding. Unconsciously, three months have passed, but Gan Ping only read a small part of the information in this knowledge brief. When he opened his eyes, Gan Ping felt that he had taken a big step in his understanding of the formation.

If it hadn't been for the fire to wake me up, I might have been enlightened like this until I absorbed all the messages in it, but I'm afraid that I'm really going to die at that time. Gan Ping was slightly afraid in his heart. This calculation method is really broad and profound. It is just that the cultivation and understanding is so vast, then the Lianshan I Ching in his ring will be more mysterious and difficult to understand.

Looking up, the remnants of the witch god have shrunk a little, and a drop of dark golden blood is staying in the air, which is supported by the fire and exerting waves of mysterious magic. This drop of blood is not as big as a nail, but it is dizzy and restrained. It looks like a gem with a special color. After estimating the remaining witch god's body in the air, Gan Ping gave up the plan to refine all the witch god's body in frustration. From the small piece refined, it is estimated that this remnant of the witch god can at least refine more than ten drops of witch god's blood, but the time spent really makes Gan Ping unable to wait.

For three months, day and night, it took more than half of the fire spirit stone as a supplement to refine a drop. This is still under the condition that my own Binghuoyuangan has been added. If it is only based on the Qianyuan Lihe Zhenyan, I don't know that it will wait until the year of the monkey. Even so, the eight fire dragons in the air are sluggish. Obviously, refining this drop of witch blood also exhausts their vitality, and the successors can't continue.

He held up the dark golden blood from afar, and Gan Ping patted Huoer's little head. "Don't worry, this drop of blood is still of great use to me. I will go back to refine that remnant body in the future. It's indispensable for you, but now it's not okay. The key to whether you and I can go out is all in this blood." Huoer seemed to understand Gan Ping's words. His eyes were rolling, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he withdrew his coveted eyes and squatted quietly on Gan Ping's shoulder.

Carefully put away the remaining body of the witch god and took back the dragon and snake bowl. Binghuo Yuan Gang also flew back to Ganping's Dantian for cultivation. Gan Ping sat down cross-legged and carefully looked at the blood of the witch god in his hand. He can obviously feel the powerful power contained in it, which is a power beyond his cognition and a powerful power of life, which is a hundred times stronger than the blood power of the golden Danfeng monk Feng Xingyuan. It is really worthy of being a treasure sought by monks. Gan Ping finally understood why there are not many treasures suitable for monks in this witch tomb, but there are so many monks coming to explore.

The refined blood in the remnant body of the witch god is enough to match the asseverance of the physical monk for hundreds of years. The body is indestructible and the foundation is stable. The cultivation is naturally thousands of miles a day. For example, Gan Ping's master, Wu Yizi, was addicted to alchemy when he was young, which delayed his practice. Nowadays, no matter what, he can't break through the realm of Yuanjing and enter the Yuanshen cultivation. It is because the body that has begun to decline of qi and blood, it can't provide a strong vitality, which makes Wu'anzi have been so short of a trace, so he It has been delayed in the realm of Yuanying for more than 200 years, but if he gets this drop of witch spirit blood, he can't break through Yuanying's cultivation immediately, and Miaochengzong will have another master of Yuanshen.

Wu Yizi has been delayed in this Yuanying realm for too long, but the accumulation is also extremely profound. When he enters the realm of Yuanshen, his strength is much stronger than when Mo Jengfeng first entered the Yuanshen. Of the three giants of the Miaocheng brothers, which one is a general one. Speaking of it, they were all handsome heroes at the time, which should not be underestimated. It can be imagined how shocking it would be if Gan Ping brought the blood of the witch god back to Miaochengzong. This witch god's blood, Guben Peiyuan's effect is much better than that of elixirs. It doesn't need to reach the last moment, with the help of the power of elixirs to impact the realm of Yuanshen.

But the more powerful the witch god's blood is, the more careful Gan Ping will be. After all, his cultivation is not strong enough. Such a strong force is not comparable to the pharmacologicals of the explosion of the elixir. If you are not careful, you may be broken by it and die. At that time, the happy event will become a funeral, then you can It's so sad.

After a while of calculation, Gan Ping decided that it would be better to choose a safe method. Since he is expected to get out, he doesn't have to care whether it is a waste of spiritual stones. Gan Ping picked up the remaining three top-grade spiritual stones on the ground, one of which was thrown to the fire, and the remaining two were playing with in his hand. A hill-like spiritual jade vein appeared in front of the Gan plane. It was the jade vein that had previously taken jade from it to make a coffin for Linger. Xuan Mingzi didn't know where to get the stolen goods.

The sword disc rotated, and soon dug out a square piece of jade. Gan Ping ran the sword formula, and in a blink of an eye, the huge jade jar appeared in mid-air. Large and small array runes were depicted on it. Gan Ping waved his hand, and the dragon and snake bowl appeared again. Looking at the seven poor and depressed clutches, Gan Ping couldn't help laughing. There is no aura here for this flame to absorb, and it has been a little hard for them to burn for three consecutive months. His fingers bounced, and the Jing Mang flew over. It was Gan Ping who took out all the remaining essence of the fire he carried and fed it to these tired guys. With the benefit, these clutch real fire dragons roared happily, got under the jade jar, and tried their best to spray flames.

As soon as the palm of the hand shook, three or four palm-sized jade balls appeared, and the water rippled inside and there was an uproar. But the strange thing is that these jade balls are natural, without a single gap, and I don't know how the water entered it. Gan Ping looked at these jade balls and smiled. What he had in his hand was the Lingyu water gallbladder, which needed to be contained in a wisp of sunflower water essence when the Lingyu vein was formed, and it would take tens of millions of years to evolve. In a spiritual vein, there can be more than a hundred water gallbladder, thank God.

The essence of sunflower water is the best auxiliary material in the time of alchemy. With this water gallbladder as an auxiliary material, the quality and success rate of the elixir will be greatly improved, and the water will dissolve everything and nourish the world. This kind of spiritual water is a sacred object for monks to nourish the body. Seven large and small spiritual jade water gallbladders were thrown into the bathtub in a row, and the water gallbladder broke one after another under the control of Gan Ping. The water in the huge jade tank was full of light and aura was compelling.

Gan Ping, who hadn't felt the aura for a long time, couldn't help taking two sips. Even the fire was intoxicated. If he knew that the owner still wanted to use this splash, it would have jumped in long ago. Looking at the water in the jade jar slowly began to boil, Gan Ping's palm turned over, and a dark purple and inconspicuous little lace appeared in the palm of his hand. Qianyou's grass grew on the yang veins in the land of absolute yin. It was born with two extreme forces of life and death, and the second-grade cherished elixir. Bing Huoyuan roared out, rolled up the purple grass and put it into the jade jar, purified it into a pure liquid.

Then several strange drugs appeared in Gan Ping's hand, which were all put into them one by one. Without a javelin, Gan Ping couldn't help secretly glad that there were enough medicinal materials in the Xuanmingzi ring, otherwise it would be really troublesome. There were also several kinds that could not be collected, but Gan Ping, who was proficient in the efficacy of the elixir, crushed the elixir left by Xuan Mingzi and the elixir he took from the master one by one to replace the missing parts. Sprinkle it into the bathtub.

After two hours of busy work, more than half of the cylinder viscous and dark ** appeared in front of the Gan plane. Huoer came forward curiously to sniff. She couldn't help feeling the world spinning and almost fell into the bathtub. Gan Ping quickly grabbed his tail and grabbed it out, and slapped it a few times on its shelter. Most of the medicinal liquid he matched is used by tigers and wolves. It is extremely domineering. There is no harmony of the blood of the witch god. If the fire falls in, it will peel off even if it does not die.

Huoer was also clever. He climbed up from Gan Ping's hand. A pair of small claws covered his nose and hid behind Gan Ping's head. It seemed that he was quite afraid of the smell in the jade jar. Gan Ping sniffed secretly and turned around with a strange face. It was really unpleasant. The strange smell simply made Gan Ping stop. Thinking of the tiger and wolf medicine in it, Gan Ping's heart tightened slightly. If his cultivation was not too low, he needed the power of these tiger and wolf medicine to dilute the blood of the witch god. Why should he bear this? Painful. If this drop of witch spirit blood is given to Wu Yizi, it doesn't need to be so troublesome at all. It can be directly refined and absorbed, but the physical realm that can be sweet, but it dare not be so.

Thinking of Feng Xingyuan, who is still waiting outside, and the humiliation of his humble strength these days, a trace of fierceness flashed in Gan Ping's eyes. With his fingers, the drop of dark golden blood flew into it, and in an instant, the ** in the jade jar boiled up.