Chapter 490 Real Fire Forging

The dim yellow sky shone through the night sky, leaning obliquely on the side of the mountain wall, looking boredly at the iron fence with the thickness of the arm at the mouth of the hole. Just now, Yin Sancheng abruptly separated the two and wanted to break the spirit stone with one foot. Although his body could not move, the magic blood knife in Gan Ping's chest was already eager to try, and even the dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang was about to spit out. This spiritual stone is where I hope. If this Yin Sancheng really destroys it, there is no way to attract thousands of spiritual guards who are guarding outside, and everyone in the house will be killed as much as possible.

It's just that if that's the case, Gan Ping has no real support at present. He only attacks independently with the spirit of the blood-chemical knife. He will not last long. Once he is besieged by thousands of spiritual guards with powerful lightning striker, the end can be imagined. However, it was also the moment when a red shadow passed by the ground, took the bell in his hand and jumped out of the window in a flash.

The little clever ghost, Gan Ping, breathed a sigh of relief, and the blood knife fell silent again in Dantian. He didn't know that he had stepped on the empty space after turning around the ghost gate. He was immediately angry and raised the thunderbolt in his hand and hit the window with a vicious blow. Boom!" At that time, the window turned into a broken wall, but the fire had long disappeared.

"Come on, shut this boy into the cave of the evil god. I don't believe it. Can you resist the evil god with iron bones?" The two sides answered repeatedly, and immediately pulled Gan Ping, who had broken his spine, up and walked out. Don't!" Lingling was shocked when she heard the words. She suddenly broke free from the shackles of the two women on both sides, and suddenly jumped to the feet of Yin Sancheng and hugged her thighs.

"Please, general manager, don't lock Brother Gan Ping in the evil god cave. I promise you whatever you say, please..." With that, he was already sobbing. Yin Sancheng smiled and reached out to stop the bodyguards who pulled Ganping. With a ferocious smile, he gently picked up Lingling's chin with one finger. "Tut, look, what a beauty. What do you do if I say anything? Is that right?" Lingling had been crying for a long time, with a pitiful face. Hearing the words, she nodded heavily.

"Ji Jie!" Yin Sancheng immediately laughed wildly, and then his face darkened, and he approached Lingling fiercely. "Little girl, do you think you can talk to me about the conditions? If you don't agree, I will send your damn grandpa to the evil god cave. The evil god appears once in the evening, that is to say, at this time tomorrow, your brother Gan Ping will become the food of the evil god. Whether you can save him or not depends on your performance to the third son tomorrow!" After saying that, he waved his hand fiercely and motioned the bodyguard to drag the two away.

Although he was dragged like a dead dog, Gan Ping had no expression at all. The spiritual stone has been taken away by the fire and will come to itself sooner or later. The evil cave itself has heard of it. It is an abandoned mine. In the process of excavating the source mine, various dangers often occur, the most dangerous of which is to excavate some strange creatures under the ground. These fierce and terrible beasts are called evil gods here.

The source is a gift from God, and those who guard these source mines are evil gods. Once this happens when digging, the mine will be sealed immediately, but some mines will also use it as a place to punish disobedient absenteeism, just like the abandoned mine where Gan Ping is. Glancing at the terrible claw marks left on the wall through the dim light, Gan Ping did not have any panic.

He knew that in a moment, Huoer would send the spiritual stone, and when he recovered his cultivation, it was easy to save Lingling. With his own strength, he could raze the mine to the ground. You should know that monks with magic weapons and monks without magic weapons are completely two concepts. As soon as you return to the immortal mountain, it is difficult for you to break through thousands of lightning strikes.

While thinking about it, a cheerful whistle sounded on the other side of the fence. Gan Ping couldn't help frowning. It turned out to be several people who had been taught by him in the mine. Haha, boy, you also have today!" A villain looked at Gan Ping, who was leaning on the ground, and laughed happily. What about your prestige? What about your strength? Why not? What was your arrogance when you beat us? One of the guys with oblique glasses looked at Gan Ping with a bright smile on his face.

"Wait, when the evil god comes out, you will die!" Gan Ping's indifferent expression obviously angered the three people in front of him, and countless dirty words shouted and scolded one after another. Although they didn't care about a few ants, the three people were really a little noisy. Gan Ping frowned slightly and was about to teach several people a lesson, but they couldn't make a bad cry.

"Oh, my head!" Who, who did it?" The three of them hugged their heads and looked around in horror. In an instant, another fist-sized stone flew down and fell heavily on their heads. The fire roared happily, pulling the long branches, and the other paw pinched the small bell, pounding on his small chest, proudly passing through the cracks in the fence and jumping into Ganping's arms.

It turned out to be this little bastard. The three of them found the culprit and immediately shouted and scolded. Huo'er's behavior also reminded the three people that they picked up stones and threw them at Ganping one after another. At present, Gan Ping is locked in the cave of the evil god. How about not beating the falling dog? With a slight sigh, this group of people were hopeless. Their psychology, which has been enslaved by the spirit clan, is extremely distorted. Although this anger does not dare to vent to the spirit clan, it is extremely indifferent and cruel to their own people. If there is another person, they will definitely be killed by three people lying here.

Although his body could not move, Gan Ping still had a right hand to move. At that moment, he grabbed a small stone on the wall and flicked it with his fingers. The small stone immediately roared through the fence with a sharp roar and abruptly pierced the shoulders of one of them. At that time, the man rolled on the ground with his shoulder in his arms and cried. Even if you are trapped at the time, it is not something that these people can bully. Longyou shallow water is not an ordinary little fish and shrimp that can tease!

This time, the three finally made the three understand the gap between the two. The remaining two did not dare to do anything more. They quickly raised their companions who were rolling on the ground and disappeared in an instant, not even a harsh word was left.

"The guy who bullies the soft and fears the hard!" Gan Ping touched Huo's head with a smile and took the bell to his hand. Finally, I got it. Even at the moment when he opened the treasure house of Shuifu Fairy Palace, Gan Ping was not so excited at the moment. Only when you lose it can you cherish it. If you don't have the strength to be bullied, Gan Ping will never think about it again.

A puff of knife air sprayed out, and the small bell rotated around. After a crisp metal sound, the bean-sized spirit stone inside was exposed. There was no strange metal cover, and a long-lost fire aura came to his face, which made Gan Ping quite excited. The spirit stone was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand, and in an instant, the pure fire aura in it was pulled out by Gan Ping, and the small spirit stone turned into gray-white stone powder and slipped from Gan Ping's fingertips.

Although compared with Gan Ping's empty Dantian, the Zhenyuan with a trace of aura conversion can be ignored, just such a trace is enough, because Gan Ping has opened his ring. Huo's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted and rushed to the spiritual stone and elixir that appeared on the ground. This little thing has also lived a hard life these days. There is no aura, no spiritual stone elixir. This little thing is almost crazy.

He grabbed a top-grade fire spirit stone with his backhand, and Gan Ping took out more than a dozen elixir and threw them into his mouth. The damage to my body is really too great, and the vitality is seriously depleted, especially after such a long delay, and there has been some depletion of blood. One after another, the spiritual stones turned into powder in the palm of Ganping, and a pile of stone powder had been piled up on the ground.

Since he almost died in the witch's tomb, Gan Ping has a paranoid desire to collect the spiritual stone elixir. His mind can be seen from the exchange of useless magic weapons in his hand with spiritual stones. Obviously, the true source of Bu Yizhen was exhausted, and the tragic situation before his death made him secretly alert. In short, Ganping's crazy accumulation of spiritual stone elixir has finally been harvested. In this place where there is no aura, Ganping's massive spiritual stone is undoubtedly his biggest dependence.

Gan Ping crazily absorbed the aura in the spiritual stone and turned it into a pure Zhenyuan to moisturize his dry meridians. The fracture is slowly healing under the dual action of Zhenyuan and medicinal power. The blazing flame ignited, and it was the innate Dou rate that had been deposited in Ganping's body for a long time. Forge your body with fire, break it and stand up! A large number of elixir and spiritual stones were swallowed up by Gan Ping's bottomless hole, but the momentum on Gan Ping's body also changed greatly. Unexpectedly, the middle level of Yuanying, who had been waiting for a long time, arrived unexpectedly.

The flame sneered and shrouded over Gan Ping's whole body. Only the left arm that exposed the pale golden bone was still not covered by the flame. There was a strange power on it that resisted the propulsion of the flame, which was the power of space.

It is said that when the cultivation reaches a certain realm, it has a huge magic power to break through space and time, but that level is unreachable. However, as the power of the highest-level laws, the power of space is obviously extremely stubborn. However, the silence Zhenyan possessed by Gan Ping is the divine flame once used by Taoist ancestors to refine heaven and earth, with the ability to melt space. Although the power of space is stubborn, it has been decadent under the burning of this terrible divine inflammation. Elephant.

Gan Pingping sat in the flame. Under the flame, Gan Ping's skin, bones, fascia and internal organs were once again refined, and Gan Ping even took out the blood of the witch god and integrated it into his body. Long before entering this place, Gan Ping's body was about to be burned and collapsed by this divine inflammation. However, at this moment, under serious injury, although he knew that forging his body with real fire again was undoubtedly to drink poison to quench thirst, there was nothing he could do.

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These pictures are so depressing that Gan Ping has finally regained his strength!