Chapter 208 Recasting Average Day

Gan Ping looked at the flying and dancing blood magic knife in front of him and frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the magic soldier disaster that specially melted the anti-sky magic weapon would dissipate so easily. Looking at the spirit of the blood magic knife, it was a little too relaxed. Gan Ping, who has learned a lot of Bu Yizhen's divination method, has been slightly aware of the hidden God's will, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in his heart. This blood-chemical knife is not a thing in the world. It should be rejected and disgusted by the heavenly way. It should not pass the test of this heavenly disaster so easily. What's more, compared with the power of the blood magic knife, the disaster that day seemed to be a little smaller.

While Gan Ping thought about it, he scattered the heavenly disaster and surrounded the Tianmohua Blood Sword, which hit dozens of masters fiercely, and shook his head and tail, and hovered in front of Gan Ping. Looking at the arrogant appearance of this magic knife, Gan Ping was even more unhappy. At present, the magic knife has a weak intelligence, like an ignorant child. However, the sudden strength of the body makes it a little arrogant. How can Gan Ping, who has always been old and strong, like this temperament?

He stretched out his fingers and stroked the cold back of the knife, and his fingertips skimmed through the array patterns. Gan Ping muttered to himself, "Rejoice is extremely sad, happiness and misfortunes are hidden, and you have to restrain it..." The blood god knife shook his body as if he didn't understand, and trembled with dissatisfaction. Gan Ping looked at the peerless murder weapon refined by him in front of him. The body of the blood-chemical knife in front of him was extremely strong, comparable to the fairy weapon, but the power and intelligence were really weak. After all, the array in it was not completely portrayed, and it was difficult to exert all the power. Thinking of the previous 100,000 magic array in the blood-chemical knife, Gan Ping couldn't help but have a headache for a while. Fortunately, as long as the ontology is refined, its own knife spirit will evolve its own formation, which also saves Ganping a lot of effort.

Although he felt a little uneasy, Gan Ping didn't pay attention to it. After all, this blood-generating knife is so fierce that even the natural disaster is helpless. What else can hurt it? Under the control of Gan Ping's forehead, the blood-ified sword turned into a trace of light and shadow and returned to Gan Ping's body, swaying on the purple lotus platform in Dantian, allowing Gan Ping's Zhenyuan mana to warm up.

A cold cry came, and a fiery red petite shadow rushed into Gan Ping's arms, which was the fire. Just now, the blood god knife broke the top of the Doudao Palace, causing the mountain turbulence. The abnormal movement of the silence and Zhenyan will also wake up the fire of meditation. When he saw Gan Ping, he rushed up. Dry vomiting was caught off guard by this and almost fell back to the ground. He was secretly surprised that Huo's body was so heavy.

The monkey's little face in his arms pressed against Gan Ping's chest and kept muttering and coquettishly, but Gan Ping seemed to be slightly difficult. Unexpectedly, the fire not only increased a lot, but also the weight increased frighteningly. However, Gan Ping was not used to it. Raising the fire with a little effort, Gan Ping looked carefully. The fire in front of him was still clever and cute, but his body was much bigger. Suddenly, his heart moved. Gan Ping put it on the table, took out the bronze bottle, and waved a drop of witch blood.

Since the fire is refining the body, the witch's blood may help it. Sure enough, Huoer saw the dark golden blood in mid-air, and her eyes lit up with a longing face. Gan Ping put his hand a little, and the drops of dark golden blood flew to the fire. The fire did not dodge. She stretched out her small claws and held the blood in the palm of her hand, but her whole body glowed white. Looking at its performance, Gan Ping was slightly shocked. Unexpectedly, he just absorbed some of the fire of the silent fire. The flame transformed by the fire actually had the breath of the innate silence of Zhenyan. This natural spiritual beast's blood is really good.

Knowing that the fire was absorbing and refining blood, Gan Ping ignored it. With a hand, the dragon hanging in mid-air flew over. This fire has the blood of the mythical beast, and it is also an extremely strong beast. When it comes to this Doushu Palace, it uses the firepower to quench the body. Now there is no problem for it to refine the blood of the witch god. Unlike the previous Ganping, it needs to be matched with various rare medicinal materials to refine the body.

Taking a look at the sluggish congenital Doufa silence Zhenyan, Gan Ping smiled slightly. It seemed that the body of the blood-chemical knife had been refined, and the fierce flame was also seriously depleted, but although the flame in front of him was withered, it could not be recovered by himself. Gan Ping is to wait until it is full of oil and withers, refine the source of that little real fire, return it to its own, and then re-create this silence.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Gan Ping's palm shook, and a large pile of materials appeared. The innate Douzuo in front of him seemed to be aware of the danger. He jumped twice in a row, but he could not escape the control of the big Xu Mi Lingguang.

There is no armor in the mountains, and I don't know how to practice. Time passed little by little, and the people who returned to the sect to move the rescuers did not come. The time in the witch's tomb has passed for several years.

The high mountains are towering. If a spear towers straight into the clouds, there is a delicate palace standing on the top of tens of thousands of feet. Although the mountain is thunderous, the wind is roaring. But in this mountain, there are clouds and fog, shaded by green trees, a school of fairyland. There was a long roar in the cold. The voice was clear and more golden stone. The sound was full of sound for several miles. The turbulent fog opened and dispersed, and the clouds were comfortable.

Gan Ping lowered his head slowly. With his nature, if it hadn't been for the extreme joy, he would not have done such a shocking move at all. However, at this moment, he really couldn't suppress his excitement and looked up to the sky and roared, and the terrible congenital Doushu silence was finally refined by him.

This silent real yan fruit is really good. It is worthy of being the fierce and famous peerless Qiyan. After refining the body of the blood-chemical knife, Gan Ping repaired the Xuanwu spirit turtle shield with the help of its firepower, and also produced a new Juntian stick and a set of armor for Gan Ping. In the battle with Feng Xingyuan that day, Huo'er's Juntian stick was smashed by it with great strength. Gan Ping had been thinking about refining a new weapon around his waist. With the cool power that can be squeezed at will, how can he let go of the shrewd man? Taking out and melting all the evil gold in the real ring, coupled with dozens of precious materials, Gan Ping finally refined the terrible iron bar weighing more than 30,000 catties.

Speaking of which, this Bu Yi is really insatiable. Although he adheres to the religious rule of entering the immortality, there are countless monks who have fallen in the witch tombs of the immortality, and what these people bring cannot be counted as one of these three. Therefore, at the bottom of the ring, Gan Ping found countless low-level magic weapon flying sword storage bags and materials, and even a pile of evil gold like a hill, which really surprised Gan Ping.

This evil gold genus is naturally unable to blend with aura, but it is extremely strong and heavy. It is mostly loved by witches and refined into witchcraft. Along the way, Gan Ping didn't know how much scattered broken gold he saw on the ground, but he didn't pay attention to it. Now that he really used it, he found that it was still less. After the previous forging formula of running the Hercules ape family, the physical strength of Huoer has increased several times, and then the blood of the witch god has been refined, and the power is even more terrible, so it is also quite nerve-wracking to refine the weapon Ganping for it.

Finally, Gan Ping thought of a way to refine the mountain-like evil gold with the help of the scorching firepower of silence, integrates many materials into a formation trend, and finally successfully refined this new uniform stick. Holding the iron rod of more than 30,000 catties, Gan Ping was secretly shocked. Imagine that a palm-sized monkey took out an iron rod weighing 30,000 catties and hit it. Anyone would be stunned. What's more, when Gan Ping was refining, he also mixed several arrays that he learned in the blood god knife, which added the power of this uniform stick.

Under the pressure of Gan Ping, the congenital Doushu silence Zhenyan had long been dying, and his vitality was greatly lost. After that, Gan Ping refined several magic weapons, and tortured the world's fierce flame that people were afraid of ghosts and ghosts, like a candlelight in the wind, leaving only a breath of true spirit.

Gan Ping wants to achieve this effect. As soon as the time comes, he will absorb the remnants of the fire spirit of silence into his body, turn it into a little spiritual flame, and hold it in the mouth of the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang.

It's simple to say, but the process is also extremely dangerous. Although the flame is dying, it should not be underestimated. Fortunately, Gan Ping has already done a complete preparation, integrating the Daxumi spiritual light cup into the body, restraining the power of eye protection, and then quenching with the help of the scorching firepower of this innate death. Refining the body, with the addition of this innate divine fire, the speed of refining the real dragon essence blood and wood spirit quenching body milk in Ganping's body suddenly accelerated, and the residual accumulation of witch essence blood and medicinal power that had not had time to absorb in the body were refined into an empty and rigid body of Ganping was pushed to a step again. Gan Ping himself has realized that he has touched the threshold of the realm of Rongyuan. As long as there is such an opportunity, he will definitely step into this realm. At that time, the land snake will turn into dragons and travel for nine days!