Chapter 426 Thunder Wind

Satisfiedly, he put a fist-sized Jiutianfeng copper into the storage ring. Gan Ping nodded and climbed day and night after night. Even his strong body couldn't hold on. After all, every time you have to put your hands into the mountain like gold and iron to stabilize your body from being blown away by the increasingly strong wind. As for the clothes on his back, they are already tattered and disappearing. His toned and streamlined body was exposed. On the surface of his body, there was a layer of fine and solid scales attached to it, which was this dragon scale, which avoided the bitterness of a lot of sweet flesh and flesh.

After all, it is a scale armor derived from the blood of the real dragon, and its strength is comparable to that of high-level armor. Now Ganping has reached the realm of Yuanying, and this armor when immortals fight can also be worn. Because it requires extremely strong protection, most of the belongings of this armor are blindly refined with extremely heavy and tough wealth, which also makes immortals unable to fight with people in armor if they have not reached the cultivation of Yuanying.

It's just that because he has been busy recently, Gan Ping did not refine the armor. In his collection, there are several armors of excellent quality there, waiting for him to refine. Looking at his extremely sharp palm, like the palm of gold and iron, Gan Ping praised that this dragon clan is really the spirit of heaven and earth. He only got a little real dragon blood, and he could evolve into this half-human and half-dragon form, and his combat power and protection immediately increased a lot.

Gan Ping has never had time to take care of his true dragon blood. With a very short cultivation time, he really doesn't have time to understand what he has gained. The skills and spiritual objects on his body are really too complicated, and some of them are a little unclear to himself. If he could apply this dragon scale armor to his heart on the Huishan River that day, he would have already taken out his heart with his claws. How could he almost die?

Zong Tianyang chewed the name carefully in his heart twice, and Gan Ping smiled coldly. Now this guy is as famous as the sun, which defeats himself and occupies a great factor. With a cold smile, Gan Ping left it behind. Wanzong Chaoyuan and all the general alliances will gather together. At that time, there will be a battle between dragons and tigers. At that time, he will have a lot of opportunities to deal with this guy.

In addition to the Jiutianfeng copper, Gan Ping also collected a lot of spiritual objects such as wind drills in the Jiutian Gangfeng. This kind of thing is extremely difficult to refine. These disciples of Lingxiao Sword Sect are not good at refining tools, so there are a lot of leftovers, which is cheaper than Ganping. This is a good thing that can improve the speed of flying sword by half. Ah, more the better.

With the power of crispness coming, Gan Ping knew that he was about to get out of the wind layer and approach the thunder space. The immortals are not permanently separated by extremely unstable space, but also by wind and thunder. Above these nine days of wind is the thunder realm. In fact, the power of the Jiutian Gangfeng experienced by Gan Ping is only one percent of that of the outside world. Is the wind and thunder layer that divides the boundary between immortals so similar? If it hadn't been for the unique sword gas prohibition and protection on Guren Mountain, even if Gan Ping's physical cultivation had reached the realm of Rongyuan, it would have been torn to pieces long ago.

The thunder domain is more terrible than the nine-day wind layer. The thunderstorms in the lower world are all formed by this. It contains the power of violent thunder. The power of the thunder pool that Gan Ping once passed is much worse than this. Gan Ping only felt that his whole body was trembling. If his hair had not been bound by a golden ring of hair, he had already stood upright. A large amount of electric current flowed endlessly on Gan Ping's body, and was soon refined by Zhenyuan and the congenital Dou rate in his body.

Gan Ping finally knew why Lingxiao Jianzong wanted to encourage his disciples to go through the dangerous Gangfeng layer and thunder field, and go to the sword tomb to look for the sword score. The nine-day Gangfeng and the thunder pulp in the sky were simply excellent things to quench the body. At this moment, even the body covered by Gan Ping actually grew. If an ordinary disciple comes, he will definitely get more benefits, but this suffering must be eaten.

Because of the weakening and blocking of the sword spirit of Gu Yanshan, whether it is the power of the nine-day wind or the power of thunder, it is less than 1% of the outside world. Although it will suffer a little, most of it will not be fatal. After all, the purpose of Lingxiao Jianzong is to hone the minds of disciples and improve their physical cultivation, not to want these disciples to die in this wind layer. If other disciples come, they will definitely protect their bodies with swords and minimize the damage. Perhaps only the freak covered by Gan Ping can reach this point with the power of the body alone.

"This son is unfathomable!" In the space that Gan Ping had not noticed, several eyes were on him, looking carefully. Such a blessed disciple unexpectedly became a disciple of the Miaocheng Sect. First, it was the angerless and restrained front, and then it was the more excellent Ganping. It was really Tianxing Miaocheng Sect. If this boy was a disciple of my Sword Sect..." "It's useless to say more, you know it's impossible. Who will let go of such a disciple, but it's good for me. Lingxiao Jianzong is integrated with Miaochengzong. You don't have to be too envious.

As soon as this came out, there were many sighs, and the deep space became silent. Gan Ping looked back doubtfully, flattened his mouth and continued to climb. The thunder in the sky may slightly hinder his footsteps, but he will not be suppressed by the thunder like other disciples, and it is difficult to move. What's more, in this thunder, there are countless spirits waiting for him to find?

With a strange halberd on his back, Gan Ping and heavily immersed his hand into the mountain. A harsh sound of gold and iron scraping came, and the scales on the back of his hand rubbed against the mountain and emitted bursts of sparks. Here, the hardness of the mountain has reached a higher level. No matter how hard Gan Ping tries, he checks and balances the insertion of half of his palm into the stone, which is not as easy as before.

The long halberd behind him is Gan Ping's Xuanbing from the immortal mansion. He doesn't know what's wrong with Ma Linger's violent girl. He actually fell in love with this strange blade, so Gan Ping took it with him and slowly refined the Yuanling mark in it. I don't know how many years the long halberd has been in the fairy mansion and absorbing the sky. The earth aura has already produced a weak wisdom, but Ma Linger does not know how to refine and suppress the magic weapon Yuanling. On the other hand, she doesn't have that mind, so she throws her hand to Gan Ping. To do this kind of thing, who else can she find if she doesn't find Gan Ping, who holds the innate Dou rate to silence?

Thinking of Ma Linger, who is delicate and timid and charming, takes out such a strange crescent halberd when fighting with people, and fights against Ran Bing Pong, which makes Gan Ping's back can't help sweat from the waterfall, which is really too terrible. However, since Ma Linger likes it, there is nothing she can do. It's really good to use the power of thunder all over the sky to refine this magic weapon, and even use the ability to collect thunder, and gather more thunder to refine her body. If it hadn't been for the time constraints, Gan Ping really wanted to retreat in this thunder realm for several months and completely quench it. The body once.

It's another day and night's itinerary. Even Gan Ping can't hold on. It's not that the truth is bad, but that the mind is too tired. The crisis that may happen at any time, maybe a thunder with a breath of destruction will burst around him, which makes Gan Ping tighten his nerves all the time, so his face has passed through the wind. Layers, after the Thunder Domain, he was already physically and mentally exhausted. He couldn't help but admire the monks who had broken into the sword mound with low cultivation. What kind of perseverance and perseverance are needed to get what he wanted.

With a roar, Gan Ping's happy cry immediately resounded through the sky. The lonely mountain of 160,000 feet has reached 130,000 feet. The terrible heat after stepping out of the Thunder Domain made Gan Ping clear his mind. This place full of real fire is the favorite place of the body of the fire spirit. After the two layers of danger, Gan Ping finally came to the closest place to the outer world, the real fire layer.

The sun in the sky is full of endless fire, and even the voids are full of hot power that is about to burn. Maybe this is a dangerous place for others, but for the body of fire spirits like Ganping, it is simply an excellent place to recuperate. There is neither roaring wind nor terrible thunder, only Ganping's most cordial firepower. Ganping immediately loosened the more condensed mountain and suspended in the air.

With the strange screams, the three-legged golden black immediately flew out, pecking happily at the real fire of the sun floating all over the sky, but obviously it was not very satisfied with the speed. The bird's eyes immediately turned, and a bird's beak opened, and the time was like a storm. The real fire of the sun in the square circle was immediately It swallowed it. Gan Ping looked at the big-bellied arhat with a little surprise. Obviously, he had been with the fire for a long time. This strange bird, which was already extremely bad, was also stained with delicious bad habits.

He patted his wings with satisfaction, and a trace of sparks spewed out of the three-legged golden black bird's beak. He shouted a few humanely to Ganping, and the unpleasant sound spread all over the sky. After patting the strange head of the three-legged golden black, Gan Ping looked up at the fireball that exuded endless hot power in mid-air, and the dark, black space. In the depths, it was the burial place of the bones of the masters of Lingxiao Jianzong, the sword mound!