Chapter 582 Poor Ghost

What a pity! How have these monks in the feudal world seen so many spiritual objects? These monks with the cultivation of Yuanshen are still clean and smooth, and there is no magic weapon. This is not surprising. If there is no aura spiritual vein in the feudal world, it can't derive many spiritual treasures. Most of the magic weapons used are handed down from their ancestors. Even if it is a fairy weapon, if it is not moistened by aura, it has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, and it has become a piece of waste iron, that is, in the heart of fire veins in the earth, those who are swallowed by thousands of swords. The nourishing broken Xuanbing can still be sharp.

Those old monsters in the feudal world suffer from lack of aura. Although their cultivation is extremely high, their true mana is obviously insufficient, and their physical cultivation is even more miserable. Now Gan Ping has placed spiritual veins in the feudal world. Yu Ien and other old monsters are naturally closed one after another to consolidate their cultivation, even their generation. Disciples, those monks in the Mahayana realm, have also moved to retreat. After all, it is enough to have aura supplement before. Now that the aura is abundant, it is natural to sort out all the cultivation and magical power.

Therefore, the monks that Gan Ping can send out now are these three generations of yuan god monks. However, in the mountains of these two worlds, limited to the power of the law, these immortal-level masters are not very effective, and Gan Ping is too lazy to let them appear. At this moment, every time these masters add a cultivation, Gan Ping adds a combat power. How can Gan Ping not understand this small account?

However, more than a hundred Yuanshen monks have also shocked many disciples of Miaocheng Sect. Such power is comparable to half of the strength of Guiyuan Sect and other sects this time. Gan Ping didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of the disciples behind him. At present, he, who was already poor, was put into the mountains of these two worlds. It was like sending a hungry tiger into the sheep. A black blind man pushed into the cornfield, which was so vigorously broken!

In the ancestral land, it is said that these two mountains were once the source of the human world, and this human world is the foundation of all walks of life. How many treasures will there be here? How many spiritual veins? How many treasures? Gan Ping waved his fist fiercely. In these two mountains, Gan's officials wanted a spoonful of stew. Whoever dares to stop him, even do it!

Ma Linger looked at Gan Ping's crazy eyes. She couldn't help blushing and shrinking her neck, but reached out and took Gan Ping's arm, full of sweetness. After a long drought, the two of them had not seen each other for a long time. Last night, they turned upside down the phoenix, like glue. Ma Linger clearly remembered that when her beloved man untied his clothes and saw her body, her expression was generally the same as now.

This group of closed world monks is really worthy of the ancient secret method inherited, and the strange methods make everyone's eyes open. One of the white and fat fat people, with a big mouth, actually raised a gust of wind on the flat ground. Hundreds of Gengjin phantom bees were actually sucked into his stomach by him, patting the slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, making everyone's faces full of cold sweat.

My God, this is the eighth-order Gengjin Phantom Bee. The poison can threaten the Yuanshen monk even more. Isn't this fat man too fierce? Gan Ping smiled slightly. The fat man also recognized that it was the grandson of Yu Ion. He practiced a belly of mixed Yuan Zhenqi. He had his own space in his abdomen, turning yin and yang upside down. It was not to mention this eighth-order phantom bee. Even if the Yuanshen monk was sucked into his abdomen by him, he would be stunned. This mixed vitality Zhenqi is a little similar to the art of the universe in my sleeve. Unfortunately, I don't have time to comb and refine all the magic powers I have learned one by one. Time needs time to go anywhere. Otherwise, every secret skill on Gan Ping's body, to the extreme, is an earth-shaking magic power.

The fire beside him is even more teething and claws. The Juntian stick in the palm is refined again by Gan Ping, which actually weighs five million stones, but it is really heavy as a mountain. However, at present, in the hand of this little thing, the power control is extremely accurate. If you don't wave it, you will The straight Gengjin phantom bee is stunned, and below it is the ferocious body of the green bamboo sky, which is flying happily and catches the fainting phantom bees. With its rank, in the face of the overwhelming phantom bees, it is still a little weak. It is better to fight than to fight.

This Bizhu Tianwu, the three-legged Jinwu and Huoer, two hooligans, have been together for a long time. They no longer want to be dumbfounded to the previous group. Although they collected the Gengjin phantom bee, they bowed their heads and stole their mouths from time to time. This eighth-order spirit worm is not a small complement for it. Huoer didn't care about this guy's mouth. This little thing is purely a matter of playing with tickets. He went down with a stick and knocked happily.

In an instant, nearly ten thousand phantom bees were collected all over the sky, and the big-bellied Luohan Yu Weiming was even more shy and swayed proudly. This product is really a little bad. This kind of space magic power, even if it collects millions of spirit insects, will not show a trace outside. The skill of the universe in Ganping's sleeve, even if a mountain is taken in, will not show a trace. This guy is like this at present. He is showing off that he has collected a large number of spirit insects. This guy is also really good. With a big vitality, he actually swallowed more than 2,000 Gengjin phantom bees. No wonder he is so proud.

Without waiting for Gan Ping's instructions, he smelled the trace of aura of Yu Weiming. He immediately shouted strangely and rushed to the distance. The group of monks behind him were stunned, but immediately followed fiercely. Gan Ping looked at these unscrupulous, poor and crazy-eyed guys with a little helplessness, and immediately tossed around with them, hoping that they could leave some soup for the rest of the brothers behind him.

Gan Ping turned his head and commanded the crowd to disperse, clean the battlefield and treat the wounds. The toxicity of this phantom bee is not small. Some careless disciples have been poisoned by this bee. At present, they are wailing endlessly. Many disciples with elixirs have applied medicine to detoxification for them.

At this moment, a strange cry came from the distance, "Son, it's not a big deal!" These feudal monks have always called Gan Ping superior or Lord, but now outside, Gan Ping asks them to call themselves princes. At present, it is the unscrupulous big belly Luohan Yu Weiming who makes this strange cry. Hearing this scream, Gan Pingren not only turned his head, but also immediately stared.

Yu Weiming and others were still flying this way in the sky a few miles away. However, each of them was holding a green silk thread. In the big net, there was a huge beehive like a hill, and behind them was a dense Gengjin phantom bee. These poor and crazy guys even got their nests.

However, Gan Ping's eyes are sharp. Although there are many phantom bees, they are nothing in the eyes of these monks. Since they can carry the hive back, how can they be afraid of these phantom bees? Behind the swarm of bees covering the sky and the sun, Gan Ping suddenly saw a figure, and the corners of his eyes immediately shrank in, "Demon clan!"