Chapter 623 Hidden

The cold voice resounded through the sky, and a more blood-red and translucent light than this blood god suddenly rose up. In an instant, the light of the small planet where the two stood collapsed into pieces. But I couldn't help but be terrmented that I couldn't even notice it. Obviously, this person's cultivation is extremely high.

Standing coldly in the void, Gan Ping looked at the fierce demon in front of him with no expression. Although Gan Ping's body was introcious and did not emit a trace of mana fluctuation, the cold eyes made this dust feel hairy. The blood is in shape, and the spirit is full. It's good!" As if looking at a piece of dead meat on the roadside cutting board, Gan Ping looked up and down at the dust and immediately said.

But he couldn't help but be furious. He had just seen clearly that this boy was just a high-level cultivation of Mahayana and had not entered the stage of crossing the disaster. However, although this Mahayana monk looks particularly difficult in the eyes of others, he is not worth it at all in front of such a fairy master. I comforted myself like this, but Chen just wanted to shout fiercely, but I found that I couldn't say a word. Not only was my mind robbed, but I don't know when, even the space I was in was quietly blocked.

The surface light of all the signs, the person who can display the magic power of such a silent imprisoning immortal master is the cold teenager in front of him. Robbery! It's really a robbery! At this moment, he realized why his murder should be on Ling Qianxue. This little inconspicuous Yuanying monk was his own death leader. However, it is ridiculous that all this was done by myself. I thought I had peeped into God's will and planned to kill my disaster in the bud, but I didn't expect that everything was in the calculation of heaven.

"Three thousand blood gods, explode!" He roared in his heart that such a ferocious old demon would naturally not wait for death. In an instant, he made the best choice. Half of the three thousand blood gods he had cultivated immediately burst. The poisonous snake eats his hand, and the martyr breaks his wrist. At this moment, he can only fight! The blood fog in the sky immediately bulged, but the dust was about to use the power of this blood explosion to burst the space and cross into the turbulence of time and space to get out.

"I just want to leave now. Don't you think it's a little late?" With a cold smile, a colorful light suddenly flashed, which was the great five elements annihilation light. The indestructible light swept through all obstacles in an instant. From the dusty eyebrows, Gan Ping, a strange hand full of dragon scales, also penetrated into the blood fog and fished out an endless blood-colored baby.

As soon as he grabbed it, he pressed it on the dusty Yuanying. In an instant, the Yuanying quickly dried up, and the bursts of messages spread into Ganping's sea of knowledge. The Gan plane couldn't help showing surprise. He was about to continue to urge this soul-searching secret skill, but the blood demon ancestor Yuanying could no longer support it and burst into a burst. Shaking off the dirt on his hands, Gan Ping couldn't help holding a blue shining ring in the palm of his hand.

And in the middle of the air, the old demon's body has long been killed by the Ganping five-color divine light, but the more than a thousand blood gods are still imprisoned in that space, and it is difficult to get out. This is equivalent to the blood god son who is separated from dust. If only one escapes, it will lead to a lot of evil. After all, this magic skill needs endless blood to support. The reason why the old demon has disappeared over the years is that there have been too many killings in the past few years, and the accumulation is enough to seek a way for the disaster.

Those blood gods drummed at all and kept rushing, stirring up the space in chaos, which was really annoying. Noisy!" With a flash of cold light in his eyes, a bright flame appeared in mid-air and rushed to the huge blood cloud. With the entry of the spark, the blood cloud that originally shrouded dozens of miles of miles slowly shrank, and the blood god son who existed in it also screamed and fled. Unfortunately, this space has been imprisoned by Gan Ping's steel method. These blood gods can't escape at all. Under the innate silence, they have been refined one after another.

He shook his hand and grabbed a bloody god who was still running away. Gan Ping frowned, and a strange ruler appeared in the palm of his hand, which was urged violently. It turned out to be three thousand and three. This old devil also knows the truth of the three caves of cunning rabbits, but it's a pity that you met me!" With the tip of the ruler, the countless lines of fate shine endlessly, and there are three more, pointing to the distance.

"Taoist friends show mercy, Taoist friends spare your life. If you let me live, I will take you to the Dayan Fairy House to find the opportunity to calculate the world. What do you think?" Seeing that Gan Ping really had the ability to kill himself, he was like a blood god without wisdom in front of him. He immediately changed his color and howled at Gan Ping.

"Dayan Xianfu? It's a pity that you only know the fur, and you don't need you!" His eyes were cold. After the search for the soul just now, Gan Ping already knew how many angry evil things the old devil had done. How could he stay? In an instant, a knife light swept out and cut down to the thousands of lives.

A knife fell, and the voice of the old demon's pleading stopped abruptly, and the blood god in Gan Ping's palm also burst, turning into a red and black fog, floating endlessly. The black aura is extremely strong, just like the essence. Ling Qianxue in the distance couldn't help covering her mouth. The evil spirit almost condensed the essence, which showed how many people the old demon killed. However, immediately she was worried about Gan Ping. Although this dust was fierce, it was not that he did not restrain him, but he killed too much, and his evil spirit was almost condensed into Gang. Even the top master did not dare to kill him at will.

After all, this evil spirit is not a kind of heaven and earth qi at all. It is formed by a resentment of the deceased that is difficult to vent. It is extremely difficult to refine or eliminate. However, if such a terrible thing flows out, it can be said that it is poisonous and harmful to the world. Therefore, those great monks also turn a blind eye to this dust. No one wants to cut a big bomb, do they?

The evil spirit formed in the blood cloud is even stronger, almost tearing the space apart, which makes Ling Qianxue more worried. However, Gan Ping picked up his lips, showing a smiling expression, and the knife light hovering in front of him got his permission. He immediately shouted with joy, swallowed the evil gas in front of him, and immediately flew to the rolling blood cloud.

Although this evil spirit is unavoidable for other monks, it is the key to condensing the body for the blood sword. While thinking about it, the golden silk thread appeared in mid-air and sank into Gan Ping's body. Gan Ping only felt that his body was light, and the pressure of heaven and earth that was originally bound to his body also slow down.

"Golden light of merit?" He looked at the sky with a little surprise. It seemed that there was really a way to die. Unexpectedly, he was tabooed like this by heaven. He killed him and actually fell from the sky. Gan Ping only lost a few threads after he saved more than a hundred lives in Qingfeng City, and what he got now is almost the same as that day, which shows the prosperity of this old demon's killing.

The blood god knife walked happily through the black evil spirit, inhaling the endless evil spirit into his body, passing through the innate silence from time to the true flame, with the help of the terrible fire to condense itself. Entering the healing, Gan Ping's understanding of the cultivation method of the magic blood knife has reached a higher level. It turns out that the reason why this blood god knife is feared by people is not the terrible devouring sharp attribute, but the evil body, which damages people invisibly.

With only one knife, there is a faint scratch, which can turn Mahayana and even the immortal master into purulent blood, which is the terrible part of the heavenly magic blood sword. The sharp extreme that Gan Ping pursued before, but he went astray. Absorbing the evil spirit between heaven and earth condenses into a peroxide, and wherever it passes, it touches death and encounters death. This is the true face of this blood-densing sword, and it is also the reason for its intimidation of Kyushu space.

When Gan Ping repaired his purple lotus, he found the true spirit of the blood-chemical knife. He immediately got the most precious treasure. He took out the fragments of the previous divine knife and refined it again. With the help of many treasures, he bravely cast the divine knife again and reunited the knife spirit. However, after all, it is different from the previous one. The wisdom of this divine knife is a little degenerated, but it is still attached to Gan Ping.

It's not easy to condense and recast the body? For a long time, Gan Ping has not been able to communicate deeply with the knife spirit. Now that the magic knife has been destroyed, he has peeped into the core of the magic knife. Seven thousand and two hundred kinds of poisonous things in the world, gather in a furnace, take the five elements of heaven and earth, gold and treasure, and condense the knife body. What's more, countless arrays need to be depicted in it. Only then did Gan Ping know how clumsy the magic blood sword he had refined before was. Legend has it that when this divine knife was born, the heaven and earth changed color, and the sky was full of blood and rain. It was difficult for people and ghosts to stay. Now that he has got the correct refining method, how can Gan Ping not be happy?

However, when refining the essence of this magic knife, I can barely take out all my savings, but this is difficult to deal with. But what Gan Ping didn't expect was that the pillow came when he was dozing, but the dust hit him in front of him. Gan Ping didn't bother to talk nonsense and killed it immediately. The Gangshi was just used to refine the divine knife. As for this thick blood, it has long been refined into a fist-sized blood elixir by Shenyan, dripping in the palm of Ganping's hand. Turn straight.

This viciously plundered essence and blood is the most envied by heaven, but immortals cannot be easily applied. However, if it comes to quench the body of monsters, it is the most appropriate. However, Gan Ping is not in a hurry at present. The power of Huoer's essence and blood is extremely strong, and he does not need the help of blood yuan. This blood source can push the Bizhu Tianqi to the fourteenth level, which is also a help for himself, but unfortunately, there is no time now. A light came out, and the soul imprint on the storage ring left by the dust immediately collapsed, and the last trace of the peerless murderer also dissipated between heaven and earth.

A dark green ancient book flashes in the palm of Gan Ping's hand. The two obscure seal characters on it make Gan Ping's heart flutter, "Return to Tibet"!