Chapter 195 Ontology

This emperor Yiqinglong wood is originally a wild and alien god tree. It is respected as the existence of the emperor in the wood. It is not afraid of water, fire, wind and thunder, and has the effect of calming and nourishing the body. If a Taoist can wear an ornament made by this green dragon wood, there will be no longer a need to go crazy when practicing, and this emperor's green dragon wood will exude strong vitality from time to time and nourish the wearer's body. It is the treasure that monks dream of. Unfortunately, since the flood and famine, there have been only a few emperors in the world, but they have also been divided up by the power. They have been brought back to the cave of the Taoist temple without cultivation, and there are very few.

Previously, Gan Ping was a little worried about whether he was wrong. Now he saw that the scabbard was safe and sound in the blazing Binghuo Yuangang. The domineering flame slowly burned the urrd accumulated on the surface of the scabbard for more than ten thousand years, revealing the pleasant green body inside. The vision in the air is also getting stronger and stronger with the burning of the flames, and the fire picked up is not stopped.

I ignored the coveted eyes of the fire, Gan Ping grabbed the turquoise scabbard. The scabbard was green and transparent, and it burned in the flame for a long time, but it was still cold. However, to Gan Ping's disappointment, except for the two holes that can pass through the lanyard, there is no pattern for his own reference, let alone the handwriting.

With a slight movement in his hand, the dark short blade danced, and a flash of light in Gan Ping's heart transmitted the residual witch breath in his body to the broken blade. Obviously, this short blade is a witch weapon. Maybe this witch god breath will have some effect. After absorbing the blood of the witch god, Gan Ping has already refined it after more than ten days of running around. The breath of the witch god is also extremely weak. Obviously, after a while, the breath of the witch god will disappear.

Sure enough, as soon as the witch's breath reached the short blade, the short blade trembled slightly. Gan Ping's eyes couldn't help staring at the boss. He couldn't believe the scene in front of him. The void in front of him was actually cut. Although the long black space cracks quickly healed by themselves, they still escaped the power of space.

This knife is so sharp that it can cut the space! Gan Ping couldn't help but be horrified. He didn't expect that this strange short blade would be so horrible with the cooperation of the power of the witch god, which could produce the miraculous effect of cutting the space. This is still the effect of dissipating most of the witch's breath in his body. If it is used by a real witch, what kind of effect will it be? Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but think of the damaged Guiyuan Xianshan map. Although the power of the Guiyuan Xianshan map is greatly damaged, it is still an indestructible fairy artifact, which can be penetrated by this knife. Obviously, the origin of this knife is also quite extraordinary.

It's just that the power of the witch god makes Gan Ping quite a headache. After all, he is not a member of the witch clan, and it is impossible to continuously produce witch power. Only then can the breath be dissipated by refining the blood of the witch god. Obviously, only witch power can stimulate the miraculous effect of this short blade. Looking at the special knife body, Gan Ping narrowed his eyes. Isn't his magic blood knife missing an ontology? If this indestructible short blade can be combined with the blood god knife, Gan Ping would be excited to think about the power at that time.

Without saying a word, Gan Ping released the heavenly demonized blood god knife in his body. After several plunders and the absorption and refining of the Buyi Zhenyuan god, the knife light simply condensed into an entity, and all kinds of strange runes on the surface were stacked, which was dazzling. A rune mottled, the radiant magic blood knife flew out like a wandering young man. He affectionately circled around Gan Ping and flew to the short blade.

Turning around the dark short blade, the blood god knife made a cheerful cry. It was obviously very satisfied with the body shell that the master chose for him. Gan Ping couldn't help smiling when he saw that the magic blood knife was so spiritual, so he threw the short blade into the air. Originally, according to the refining method of the blood god knife, after condensing the entity with this world's fierce knife, he had to gather thousands of rare refining materials and forge an ontology shell for it. Only in that way can the power of the blood god knife be fully displayed. Come out and be invincible.

It's just that there are too many materials needed, and with Gan Ping's current strength, it is impossible to refine so many cherished materials, so the matter of forging the knife body is far away. At present, it is too suitable to have this strange knife body as the body of the blood god knife. If the blood god knife can be combined with it, with the strange and domineering characteristics of the blood god knife, coupled with this short blade almost abnormal sharpness, a knife in hand, even the monk Gan Ping in the realm of Yuanying dares to fight. After all, as long as he is by himself If you cut a knife, no matter how you cultivate the sky, you have to drink a pot. After all, the previous blood god knife did not have a body, and it is too reluctant to hurt people with the knife alone.

Thinking of it, it was Gan Ping's usual style. He threw the short blade in the air, and the blood god knife rolled out and wrapped around the dark short blade. Gan Pingping smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this short blade is extremely strange, it is a pity that he can't trace it at will for himself. This treatment is the best. When his Chuo Yuan Gang Mahayana is enough to burn the short blade, he can refine it into other materials and push the power of the blood knife to another layer. .

It's a pity that although Gan Ping's small abacus was extremely shrewd, he didn't expect that the impact of this blood god knife could not enter the body of the knife, which made Gan Ping't help opening his eyes wide. What kind of material is this short blade? Even the magic blood god knife can't penetrate into it. Gan Ping saw that the blood god knife kept hitting the short blade in the air as if he was angry, making a harsh sound. He was a little gloomy in his heart. There were really some things that could not be clever.

With a hand, the blood-entangled blood knife entangled with the short blade in the air flew over, and the dark short blade fell to the ground with a bang. Seeing that the blood-chemical knife hovered around him as if he had been wronged, Gan Ping stretched out his hand and stroked the knife light from time to time. "Don't worry, don't worry, it's yours. One day I will refine it as your body."

After getting Gan Ping's reply, the blood god knife happily turned over a few heels in the air, and quickly returned to Gan Ping's body and went to the lotus platform to cultivate. Touching his chin, Gan Ping picked up the short blade on the ground, looked at it for a while, and put it into the scabbard disappointedly. Although this short blade is excellent, it is difficult for me to use it. It's really a pity. When I return to the sect, please ask the master to see what kind of thing it is before making a plan.

Seeing that the fire was busy putting all the valuable things on the ground into a storage bag, Gan Ping reached out and rolled it back, put it on his shoulder, and walked in with it. Just now, Gan Ping had a lot of doubts. The strength of the three Huizhong superiors was extraordinary. They actually fell in this small house at the same time. Obviously, the owner here must not be mediocre, but it was a little strange. Why did he only see the remains of these three people, but the witch did not see them? You should know that Gan Ping is still wondering whether he can find another witch god's body. After all, the power of the witch god's blood is extremely coveted. If he can get a large amount of witch god's blood, then his level of Miaocheng Sect monks will all be greatly improved, and he is particularly hard to walk outside.

Looking at the half-covered stone door, Gan Ping hesitated for a moment, shook his big sleeve, and Zhenyuan turned into a red light and rushed out, blowing the half-covered stone door open. The strong wind rolled up the dust and wood chips all over the house. Gan Ping quickly dodged and waited for the dust inside to rest a little before he went in.

What Gan Ping didn't expect was that the room was empty, and there was not even a decoration, only wood chips on the ground and a strangely dressed remains lying on the ground. One day outside, there is a year in this witch tomb. The superiors of Huizhong fell here more than ten thousand years ago. You can imagine how much time they have experienced in the witch tomb. Fortunately, there is no rain and wind, and the superiors of Huizhong have practiced half of the golden body, so the remains can be preserved until now, but the obvious strange witch in front of them. People dressed up are difficult to support, and they are as weathered as the utensils in this house.