Chapter 192 Mahayana Golden Body

With the sound of creaking and cracking, the array composed of four spirituals and spiritual stones was cut by the giant axe. With the pressure of this huge force, the dozens of spiritualjians were all turned into dust. Feeling the sudden pressure from the top of his head, Gan Ping was shocked. He didn't expect that the axe light came so fast that he didn't even have time to dodge, and the defensive formation he laid was just blocked and broke together.

But Fortunately, after this block, the momentum under the axe light slowed down. Gan Ping hurriedly held up the Xuanwu spirit turtle shield in his hand, and his body flashed to the gap in the opening of the stone door. With a loud sound, Gan Ping felt that the body protection lotus on his head was suddenly cut off, and a burst of force came from the propped up spirit turtle shield. The heavy force almost pressed Gan Ping to the ground, and his bones kept ringing like popping beans. Gan Ping tried his best to hold up the shield in his hand and jumped in. In the stone gate.

He staggered to the ground. Gan Ping only felt that his hand bones were about to break. The power of the axe light just now was about to tear the shield in his hand and tear himself to pieces with the boundless power. Difficultly propped up, Gan Ping was stunned to find that the three-level defense magic weapon Xuanwu spirit turtle shield in his hand was actually cut through a long jump. If he delayed it a little more, this huge shield would definitely be cut into two pieces.

Looking at the long cracks on it, Gan Ping couldn't help but be terrmented. What is the magic weapon of the axe just now? Unexpectedly, even these three-grade spiritual turtle shields were almost resisted. I couldn't help but feel a little distressed. There was only one high-level magic weapon for defense in my hand, and only this one was initially refined by myself. Although it can't be applied at will, it has saved me several times along the way. Looking at the spiritual array above, it has been destroyed and difficult to heal. Gan Ping is thoughtful.

The axe must have been a witch weapon. Only the evil gold used by the witch can cause such great damage. There are no more than two kinds of metal materials for the refining machine in the real world, evil gold and spiritual gold. The materials used to return the mountain sword in Ganping. Xuanhai sinking dragon gold is a kind of spiritual gold. It is refined into a magic weapon, which can be input by the real yuan spiritual power and change at will. The evil gold can't rely on the soul, and the true mana can't rely on the moving metal. Most of this metal is extremely heavy and hard, and has the effect of blocking the magic power. The sound of the spirit turtle shield in front of it originally had a self-healing magic array, but now it has also been cut, which is obviously done by the evil gold.

I sighed and took back the magic weapon. When I have the ability in the future, I will refine and repair it. Now there is nothing I can do about these three magic weapons.

A long stone corridor jumped in front of me and walked over carefully, but there was nothing strange. Except for the fact that there was still no aura to absorb, the remaining amount was the same as the outside world, and there was not even a formation. After thinking about it for a moment, Gan Ping couldn't help laughing secretly. He was worried too much about it. Obviously, this was already a courtyard of a witch family. No one had ever seen a ban placed in his home. It was purely full of food and found himself uncomfortable.

Turning around the corridor, Gan Ping saw the scene in front of him clearly and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although it was expected that when this kind of witch god fell, it must have been invaded by foreign monks, and there must have been a big war in this witch tomb, but now it seems to be more empathetic. The spacious courtyard is already in a mess, and the mottled brown blood on the ground has obviously been washed away for a long time. Fortunately, it didn't rain here, otherwise everything would have been washed away.

With Gan Ping's footsteps, the breeze brought up made the dry blood stains on the ground dissipate with the wind and disappear. He frowned. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time. Looking sideways, a corner of clothes was exposed under a turned stone table. Gan Ping quickly walked away, and under the stone table was the remains of a monk. The material has become slightly white, and I don't know what color it was. It is depicted with simple and obscure runes. Obviously, this is a rather precious rune coat.

With a flick of his hand, a red red power of Zhenyuan rolled out and wrapped around the dilapidated stone table. With a little effort, Gan Ping couldn't help but feel a little shudified. It is rumored that the manpower of the witch is infinite. As for how much power it is, I don't know much. Now it's just that the witch people usually reflect the public, so they give himself a look. The stone table doesn't seem to be big, but I'm afraid it's more than 100,000 catties.

I just wanted to use my best to absorb it and put it aside, but this time it was indeed not moved. I couldn't help thinking about being competitive. I held the corner of the stone table with both hands and exerted it slightly. At present, Gan Ping's physical strength is as high as 36,000 stones. Although the stone table is heavy, it is not difficult for him to beat him. He put the stone table aside. Gan Ping clapped his hands and secretly congratulated himself. Fortunately, he refined the drop of witch blood. Otherwise, with his original strength of more than a thousand stones, he wanted to move the stone table and crawl. Make a fool of yourself.

The slender fingers slide on the stone table. Gan Ping has never seen this kind of stone, and he doesn't know how it can be so heavy. Obviously, the whole yard is made of this kind of stone, which makes Gan Ping have a deep understanding of the power of the witch people. Looking at the unlucky ghost who was smashed out of the pit by the stone table, Gan Ping saw that this guy was not a witch.

As the dried vegetables moved the stone table and the breeze brought up, the rune grammar clothes worn by the man were also broken, flying around like a butterfly, revealing the remains of a skeleton inside. This grammar coat can be seen at a glance that it is extraordinary. There is no wind or rain here, and it is shrouded in prohibition. It is actually weathered so seriously. I'm afraid this person is not a monk more than ten thousand years ago, or maybe it will be longer.

In that big pit, there are all kinds of broken magic weapons and some spiritual stones. Obviously, the monk's storage bag can't stand the passage of time and turns into fragments. The treasures inside are scattered, and the man's upper body was smashed into the pit and submerged, revealing only a pair of leg bones outside, which looks extremely strange. .

At a glance, he caught a glimpse of the golden yellow color on the bones of his legs. Gan Ping took a cold breath and narrowed his eyes. Judging from the skeleton, the monk in the pit has become half a Mahayana gold body. The golden color in the bones is an important feature of the transformation of the Mahayana golden body. That is to say, if he hadn't practiced the strange forging skills, this person would have been the peak of the yuan god or the master of the early stage of Mahayana. The golden strands in the eyes are all over the bones. Obviously, the cultivation of this Mahayana golden body has been slightly small. When the bones turn golden, it will reach the peak and be enough to rise.

Such an almost invincible existence in the secular world actually fell in this small witch house. Could it be that the ancient witch was so terrible? Gan Ping hurriedly looked around. Sure enough, he found two more corpses not far away, most of which were covered with gold on the bones and scattered magic weapons around him. Gan Ping is also clear about storage rings and bracelets. In ancient times, most of these great monks practiced the magic power of the universe in the sleeves or refined a storage bag casually. As for the extremely strong storage magic weapons such as the ring bracelet, it was in the war more than ten thousand years ago that the universe spells in the sleeves were lost.

As the identity of these three people, they are only shabby with storage bags, and after so many years, they have turned into nothingness. Gan Ping infers that these three people must have fallen more than ten thousand years ago. Huo'er shouted happily, jumped down from Gan Ping's shoulder and rushed to the pile of rare treasures. Although many of them have lost their effectiveness because of the passage of time and improper preservation here, the small parts left behind are all boutiques.

Gan Ping had no choice but to look at this little money fan. The piles of treasures were endlessly checked. Many treasures that made monks outside jealous were thrown everywhere by it, like stone rubble. Irrespecting the happy fire of playing, Gan Ping frowned and thought carefully. Even in ancient times, these three people were not a lot of fighting power. At that time, all the monks thought about the core area of the witch tomb to plunder, but these three people came here. Is there anything attractive to them?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but look at the tall gatehouse in the courtyard. In the same stone construction, it is obvious that the door of the stone house where you live is slightly opened, and you can faintly see the things in it. Just as Gan Ping wanted to see what was going on, he suddenly ran to his side with anger, pulled the corners of his clothes, and pointed to the wall not far away.