Chapter 573 Seven Killing Demon Palace

The two kinds of divine flames of innate yin and yang are tempered. With 72 stars as the body, the Jiuxiao Magic Palace, which is integrated into the quality of immortal weapons, it also absorbs and refines the evil soul of thousands of years, smelts a fairy cultivation as a demon head as an artifact, and even uses the blood of mythical beasts to temper the spirit. This Juntian stick is finally released! In an instant, the clouds were dense and the thunder was faint, which actually attracted the divine disaster! If Mo Lianfeng learned about it, he must have been extremely gratified. As a disciple of Mo Lianfeng, the mysterious soldier he refined turned out to be the third time to trigger a divine war robbery. The coming of a divine soldier shows that the quality of this mysterious soldier has reached a shocking level and has the potential to become an artifact.

It's a pity that although this Juntian stick contains strong and horizontal power, it trembles under this thunderstorm. There is no mood that the magic blood knife is eager to try in the face of the sky disaster. The quality is high and can be divided immediately. However, this is also enough to be proud. The mysterious soldiers who can trigger the robbery of the divine soldiers are all unrivaled treasures. They are not in the order of the magic weapon Xuanbing, but are detached from all things.

With a low shout, a happy color appeared on the sweet plane. A treasure furnace above his head hovered out. The treasure light was shining, and the pulp dyed open the stove cover, swallowed the thunder hit hard in the air with the disaster cloud, and instantly rotated. Junior, you actually want to refine my demon Tianxing. It's simply delusional!" The roar came from the golden furnace of the sun, mixed with the voice of begging for mercy, "Gan Ping, I have no grudge against you, but I came to trouble you for a moment. I am a senior management disciple of the Huo family. If you let me go back, I can make a vow and never mention this matter. What do you think?"

It is the true soul yuan god of Huo Ming Lie and Mo Tian Xing who is noisy in this golden furnace of the sun. Both of them are immortal-level cultivation. Although Gan Ping smashed their bodies and refined their blood with their strong body and strong mana, the immortals are immortals after all. Gan Ping is just the realm of the yuan god, and he can't devour and refine them at all.

Even with the help of the solar gold furnace, the joint master cannot be refined and devoured. After all, the solar gold furnace has not been fully repaired, and Gan Ping's cultivation is too shallow to promote the burning of this divine furnace. However, at this moment, Gan Ping took advantage of the thunderstorm all over the sky to turn his idea into a long dragon. The crystal clear and thumb-sized idea immediately burned into the fire of wisdom, accompanied by the two kinds of yin and yang inflammation, burning violently.

In an instant, 18,000 ideas burned out, but the two people in the sun's melting furnace howled violently, "Gan Ping, I'm not with you. Since I'm dead, I won't let you get out!" With a roar, the divine furnace immediately expanded, as if it was about to burst.

"At this time, I thought of fighting desperately, but it was too late!" Gan Ping's eyes were cold, and he pressed it down fiercely. In an instant, he suppressed the bulging furnace fiercely. No matter you are a demon or a demon, do you still want to resist when you come to my magic furnace? The screams of Lian Tian were endless, and bursts of curses came one after another, but Gan Ping turned a deaf ear and controlled the flames.

Refining elixirs with the soul of two immortal masters. I don't know how many people will be shocked when talking about such a handwriting. Gan Square has just refined the blood of the two people, and the power of blood is surging. However, Zhenyuan's mana is a little unbalanced, just like a hungry man in the belly of a fierce man. How can he let them go? Only devouring and refining these two people, then the last threshold will be broken through in an instant, and the certificate will be a great deal.

For a moment, a bright and transparent elixir rose out in an instant, turning into a streamer and flew into Ganping's mouth. With a long smile, Ganping began to transform himself, and his momentum kept climbing. Looking at the fire beside him, he held the newly refined Juntian stick in his hand and screamed excitedly.

After a lot of hardships and a lot of savings, Gan Ping finally broke through the realm of Yuanshen and became a Mahayana monk at this moment. It's a little terrible to say that it devoured two half-step golden immortal masters, just breaking through the realm of the yuan god. If you want to prove the immortal fruit position, you don't know what kind of power you need to accumulate. Gan Ping only felt that his true mana now was like a tide surging and turbulent. If you push the ten thousand swords to swallow the heavenly tripod again at this moment and use the skill of the sword dragon, I'm afraid it can extend more than ten breaths again. At present, even if the golden fairy forest east wind kills itself in the lower world, it also has the power to protect itself and will not escape in confusion.

Do you still want to escape? Break it up and refine it!" Gan Ping stood in the air, full of domineering spirit, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the light that had just flown out of the sun's melting gold furnace. He couldn't help scratching it with his big hand and scratching it hard. It's the immortal knife!" In front of me, I dare to claim to destroy the world. You'd better melt me and let my magic knife devour it!"

As he spoke, the immortal knife of the world lamented, turned into a starlight all over the sky, and was swallowed by the happy blood knife. Since then, the last point of this fire in the world has disappeared without a trace. Gan Ping stood in the starry sky, staring at the world, majestic. The corners of his eyes flashed and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the cheerful cry of fire echoing in this starry sky.

Ganping's destination is the nearest magic palace to the Jiuxiao Magic Palace, the Seven Kills Magic Palace! In the extraterritorial starry sky, there are a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one magic palaces. However, for more than 100,000 years, some of the magic palaces have fallen and some have been swallowed up by other magic palaces. In the memory of this magic sky, there are only more than a dozen left. Now there are only a few that have come to the Tianfu mainland to fight the autumn wind. How can Gan Ping let such fat meat fly away? In Huo Minglie's memory, he learned that many old monsters in the Tianfu mainland already knew the arrival of these magic palaces, and many of them were ready to move. Although Huo Minglie's party said that it was to deal with Gan Ping, in fact, they also had the task of exploring the whereabouts of these magic palaces.

Since you are here, you can't return empty-handed. The treasures in the Jiuxiao Demon Palace are still hovering in Gan Ping's mind. I don't know how many years the extraterrestrial demons have ravaged the starry sky, and has accumulated countless magic treasures. What Gan Ping lacks at present is the spirit of the fairy spirit. Although there is a purple atmosphere gushing out of the lotus platform in Dantian, after all, the number is too small, even if it is pure.

When Yuanshen's cultivation, he wanted to break through Jingjing, he actually refined two masters of half-step golden immortals. Now that he has climbed to Mahayana, the required fairy spirit is a terrible number. Among each sect, there is its own place for immortals, which is the place to open the passage of the fairyland, flow out a crack, and steal the spirit of immortals to cultivate Mahayana monks. Miaochengzong is no exception. However, according to Gan Ping, if you practice in that space according to your own situation, I'm afraid that you can swallow the fairy spirit that has accumulated for more than a thousand years in one breath. In that case, why won't your master work hard for him?

Therefore, Gan Ping learned the whereabouts of these magic palaces and immediately hurried away. The spirit of immortality is the hard currency of the monks in the Mahayana realm. He can plunder a little more. Only then did the family know that firewood, rice, oil and salt were expensive. Gan Ping was like a starving ghost, flying away in the starry sky. The stars that could only cause a little abnormality in his body were slapped into powder by him, revealing the treasures in one bite. He swallowed it all the way to plunder and sneaked naturally shocked the spying of countless powerful creatures in the dark. After Gan Ping swallowed the starry monster that had been thousands of miles long, no one paid attention to him. His strength was a solid pass everywhere.

Savings, desperate savings, before the disaster of heaven and earth, to complete this huge savings. As a monk, he has been able to peep into some of the veins of heaven. This time, the magic disaster is not small. If you are not careful, the whole Tianfu continent will turn into nothing, and the human world will be swallowed up by the demon world. With the power of this space to devour and tear, the demon world can open the channel to the fairy world and enter the fairy world.

It is impossible for Gan Ping to let these demon clans rage and hurt his relatives, so it is only the right way to improve his strength desperately. A huge skull in front of him was displayed in front of him. This skeleton was ferocious. It turned out to be made of countless dragon skeletons. Countless demons inside were going in and out of it. The armor all over the body, holding the blade, was many times stronger than those scattered and undisciplined demons in the Jiuxiao Demon Palace.

Jiaolong is a snake dragon beast with the blood of a real dragon. Even the lowest-level dragon in the lower world is the existence of a hegemon. After all, the mythical beasts that can have a relationship with the real dragon are not easy to get along with. However, at present, this magic palace is actually made from the bones of the dragon, which shows how powerful the seven-killing magic palace is.

With a flash of sharp light in Gan Ping's eyes, he wanted to flash his face and shake the magic palace, but a group of people were killed in the slash. There were hundreds of people in this group of people, and the lowest were Mahayana cultivation. According to a strange formation, they gathered to the Seven Killing Demon Palace. Gan Ping's heart moved, his body shook, and immediately changed into the appearance of the monk's clothes behind him, and quietly followed.

Gan Ping is also a little confused. Why is this desolate extraterritorial starry sky so lively now? The demons couldn't help but gather, and even the giant beasts that appeared in the starry sky hid several times. This group of people looked strange. Obviously, they were not monks in the Zihua Fairy Mansion, and they didn't know where these people came from. The strength of these seven killings is not small. Since this group of people take the lead, Gan Ping is also happy to save some strength.

"Shakdo, this time I have all the elites of Nanman Sixteen Villages. Are you sure about attacking these seven-killing magic palaces?" An eight-foot-tall man said loudly to the leader as he walked forward. This group of people are strange-looking. Unexpectedly, they are all clear and Tibetan men. They are more than eight feet tall, and they are burly and have a big figure, ** with their left shoulder, which shows a strong meaning.

Gan Ping twisted his shoulder uncomfortlessly. Although he also changed his beard, Gan Ping, who had never been so unnatural, was obviously a little unnatural, and the tendons on his body were also slightly whiter.