Chapter 382 Counting the Heavenly Sect

The white bone ancestor's cultivation is already the peak of the yuan god. He is about to step into the realm of Mahayana. Behind Zhenyuan, the magic is evil. Even his own master, the first sword cultivation of Miaochengzong does not dare to say that he can beat him. Perhaps only the angry real person who has not been exposed for a long time can fight against this demon giant. Otherwise, none of the elders who have come out of the back mountain are the opponents of the old devil.

Gan Ping is confident that with the power of the blood god knife and the blade of life revolution, he can kill the Yuanying monk, but for this old monster at the peak of Yuanshen, there is still nothing he can do, but it is a little late to leave at this time. While talking, in the middle of the sky in the distance, a huge bone boat flew in. The ship was full of white bones and skeletons. The whole body of the ship was made of human bones. A sad and howling dark cloud floated over the top of the ship covered the bone ship tightly.

At this moment, there are thousands of clouds above the Lingjiang River. The huge sun is hanging high in the air, and the endless sun is endlessly falling. However, the dark clouds floating in the sky on the bone ship covered the sky dozens of miles away, and the sad cry stimulated the eardrums of the two. Ma Linger's hand grabbed Gan Ping's wrist nervously and trembled nervously. Gan Ping killed the soft and boneless hand in the palm of my hand, looking at the huge bone boat that came to the front in an instant.

On the hull of the ship more than ten feet high, the yin wind was angry. Only then did Gan Ping see clearly that the dark clouds covering the sky and the sun on the top of the ship were actually condensed by hundreds of millions of ghosts. Under the reflection of the true fire of the sun, it melted like the white snow of fire charcoal, crying and whining. Ma Linger, a rare guest, was already trembling all over and it was difficult to make a sound. If it hadn't been Gan Ping holding her hand to death, she would have run away.

And Gan Ping is also enduring this harsh voice and the endless pressure. The white bone ancestor is very evil and moody. If he turns around and escapes like this, he may anger the old monster. At present, the best way is to watch the change. I think this old monster will not take action against himself at this very moment, which will cause In the war between good and evil, after all, what the sects are most concerned about this Lingjiang treasure ship.

However, the pressure of the bone ship is too strong. This is obviously a magic weapon. The big ship emits a faint pressure. The skull of the dragon beast suddenly on the bow is even more ferocious. Obviously, the keel of this ship is made of a quite strong top-level monster with real dragon blood, which can have such a faint power. Yan. It is worthy of being a big one in southern Xinjiang. This bone ship alone looks like a unique treasure.

If Gan Ping's estimate is true, the old monster is quite disdainful of his two little golden elixir disciples. The bone boat does not stay at all. Look at the momentum is about to go to the mountains in the west. However, when the bone boat passed in front of them for most of the time, it suddenly stopped in mid-air. Boy, who is your master from Miaocheng Sect? The sound of sour teeth like bone cracks came, which made Ganping's soul a little floating. This word actually contained the fluctuation of the sound of tapping the bone and sucking the marrow.

Because of the great pressure brought by this bone ship, Gan Ping had no choice but to run the sword Gang to protect Ma Linger firmly in the aftermath. However, it was this sword Gang that made the white bone ancestor see the way of the two. The ancestor learned that he was in Ganping, and his master Mo Congfeng!" Since he was seen the number of roads, Gan Ping simply stopped hiding it. He let go of the sword on his body, and the sword spirit was full of auspiciousness. Even under the suppression of this world-class old demon, he had no intention of retreating at all.

Obviously, he was stunned. The old monster laughed, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant. The waves made the two people have a headache, and Ma Linger behind him snorted. Boy, it turns out that you are Mo Minfeng's disciple. Well, that's all. I don't disdain to attack you. I go back and tell Mo Minfeng that my nephew Sha has no compassion. This account should be charged to him. When the Lingjiang treasure ship is over, I will ask him for an explanation.

He snorted coldly, and the huge bone boat turned over a wave, pushing the two people far away and drifting away into the distance. And Ma Linger has already turned pale. Although her cultivation is profound, how has she experienced this? It is extremely strong to stand here without falling down. Looking back thoughtfully, Gan Ping found a huge figure in the distance.

It is a snow-white crane, with a white body and a little cinnabar on the top of its head, which is particularly dazzling. The shape of this white crane is so huge that it is almost the same as the treasure ship just now. The wings are more than a hundred feet, and the divine is abnormal. On the wide back of the forehead, there are dozens of people standing. The leader was dressed in white, and the kind-looking old man closed his eyes, felt the sweet and calm eyes, and immediately opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes, clear and transparent, as if everything in the world was in his eyes. In front of him, Gan Ping only felt that all his secrets could not be hidden in front of him. Is it Tianzong?" Gan Ping looked at the signs on the skirts of the disciples and was slightly stunned, but immediately woke up and thanked the old man. Did the devil just now want to let go of himself easily? It's not because the suzerain of Tianzong passed by here, which saved the two people once. Otherwise, according to the moody temper of the old man, although killing two people can't be done because of face, a humiliation and a little rectification is unavoidable.

With a faint smile, the suzerain of Tianzong waved the ups and downs in his hand, and the white crane under him accelerated and chased the bone boat. Master, the girl's body is the breath of the sword wheel against the sky. Why don't the disciples take them down and torture them? Standing behind the old man, a young man in white asked respectfully, but his eyes still glanced at Ma Linger's concave and charming body, and a touch of greed crossed the bottom of her eyes and disappeared.

"This son has his own strange luck, and even I can't see it clearly. In this eventful time, although the child is short-lived, it is also caused by too greed. And I don't think there is this cause and effect between these two people. Obviously, Yizhen is not dead in their hands. It is a treasure of heaven and earth, and the predestined person gets it. Since a real magic weapon falls into his hands, it is naturally his. As for the Lianshan I Ching, it will naturally go to Zengzong to ask for it back in the future..." muttered, and the old man seemed to fall into After a deep sleep, he stopped saying anything, only the young man behind him had burning eyes, and a pair of eyes stared at Ma Linger behind Gan Ping until he disappeared.

Coincidentally, the two of them are also staring at each other, and there is a pair of shiny and beautiful eyes, which is the Qing little girl. Dressed in a dress, pure as water, she stared at the precious light behind Ma Linger, and clenched her fists secretly.

Although the magic is clear to the sky and sees all the cause and effect, how will the suzerain of Tianzong know that there is also a blood sword at this time, which does not belong to the peerless murder under the heavenly path in this space? Killed by this fierce knife, unless Gan Ping launches the magic knife at present, he can see some clues. Otherwise, how can you calculate what is not in your grasp?