Chapter 648 Big Heart Magic Symbol

Killing, full of blood! A terrible atmosphere of war, mixed with blood all over the sky, attracted all parties to pay attention to the forces of Miao Chengzong and looked at each other in con's sight. Three thousand miles away from the mountains of the two worlds, an old man in Gepao was standing in the clouds and looking at the direction of this Miaochengzong. Such a chaotic war, even if he was a fairy, was not far away from him. Therefore, at present, he can only use the method of hope to watch Miao Chengzong's every move. Like him, he doesn't know how many people who are watching.

However, the old man's face was more and more surprised. This wonderful Chengzong's luck had already declined to the extreme, but at present, there was a purple gas coming eastward, rising and shining in an instant. However, the endless smell of soldiers and killing rose up in the air, making many monks who were watching for a moment be seized by this momentum and almost hurt their souls.

"Killing night? Is there any change in this Wanxian siege of the mountain? The old man muttered to himself that such a variable was unexpected. Three days ago, he had already watched the stars and had a plan in his heart. The post horse travels to the east, move the stars and seize the palace! It represents the hundreds of thousands of scattered immortals who travel to the east to seize the foundation of the Miaocheng Sect. The seeds of this world, no matter which sect, are extremely coveted, but they suffer from being unknown. Only the hermits who have a great deal with the Miaocheng clan can do it with great fanfare, and this is also the opportunity for many sects to wait and see.

If the wonderful sect is defeated and the seeds of the world are taken away, you can find these scattered cultivations and get the seeds of the world in the name of righteousness. Even if Miao Chengzong wins, he will inevitably be seriously injured. At that time, under the pressure, it will be quite easy to plot something. Therefore, everyone is watching and wants to be a profitable fisherman.

If it hadn't been for the Wuwang Zhenshui, the three immortals were nothing in Gan Ping's eyes. They were just little people who could be killed in a flash. Even if Gan Ping's cultivation is only in the realm of Mahayana at present, but the bird's eyes are high with the Phoenix. What kind of people have come into contact with Gan Ping for a period of time? It can't be said that the Dalin demon god who was yinmed by Gan Ping, even the three people, such as Feng Can, who had just been refined into Yuan Da Dan, are not comparable to these three scattered immortals.

The town's foot was smashed with a blow, and one of them had been mentally damaged and difficult to support. The unrelenting Juntian stick was turned into a semicircle by the arrogant force wheel and swept towards the three people. Where the strong wind passed, it was actually torn out of space cracks. In the trembling, the military roll made by the whole body evil gold had already made an unbearable crisp sound. Obviously, its endurance had reached the limit.

For this, Gan Ping can only return a helpless bitter smile. At present, although the power of fire is only a fourteenth-level mythical beast, his blood has inspired nearly 70%, and his body is only strong, which is simply unimaginable. This Hercules ape family is said to be able to tear up the dragon clan with bare hands, which really lives up to its reputation. Gan Ping experienced thousands of hardships and suffered many hardships before he cultivated his body to the power of a dragon. The little thing Huoer just ate a little treasure, and then slept soundly every day. Now his strength has reached two and a half dragons, which has long exceeded Ganping.

Such a power, even if the body and mana of the golden fairy monk are added to one piece, can only be achieved. With such power, it is obvious that there is no wonder in this world that can withstand the power of fire. Even the hardest evil gold in ancient times has been shattered by this little thing. Even if the golden dragon kills the moon halberd, the fire throws it aside disdainfully after a few times. Although it is powerful, the weight is still too light.

This also gives Gan Ping a headache. This Juntian stick has refined countless evil gold, mixed with top refining materials, and has refined 18 asteroids in it, which is even unusable. If you want to let this little thing take advantage of it, Gan Ping really can't think of it. Besides the solar gold furnace, what else can resist the strange power of this little thing!

With the Juntian stick of the fire, Gan Ping stood behind the three people and immediately urged the ten thousand swords in the palm to swallow the heavenly tripod, and tens of millions of lights roared down, with the Juntian stick and forth, flying over. The middle-aged man of the three immediately changed color. A crystal clear jade gourd flashed in his palm, and a silver-gray spiritual spring surged out, turning into a water curtain all over the sky to spread, firmly protecting the three people in it.

"The pearl of rice grains, you dare to release it!" With a cold sneer, Gan Ping's head flashed over Guiyuan Xianshan, and in an instant, a palm-sized mirror flew out. This mirror is simple and gorgeous, with several humanoid sculptures carved on it. What kind of mirror is this? It turned out to be the reduced appearance of the magic moon god pool in the chaotic building.

In this divine pool, a fire dragon yuan god is hovering and roaring, attracting boundless firepower, while the light water that exists in it exudes a hazy color. Although the Wuwang Zhenshui is a first-class spiritual water, it has no resistance at all in front of this magic weapon refined by ancient Xuanxian, and it has been sucked into a trickle in an instant.

This time suddenly, the spirit with the help of body protection was robbed, and the three people couldn't help but be stunned. It was this slight hesitation that became the opportunity for the three of them to fall. The roaring Juntian stick with a crackling swept straight at the waist of the three people. Even if it was already a fairy cultivation, in front of this terrible brute force, it was also like the straw of wheat pulled by a wooden branch, which was broken into two pieces.

"Ah..." As soon as the hisss sounded, the tens of millions of sword lights roared down and swallowed the figures of these three people in an instant. Three immortals, all of them fell under one blow! Such a fierce scene shocked those scattered practitioners who still have fantasies. They immediately turned around and fled, and in any case, they should stay away from these two crazy characters.

The violent ape roar resounded through the sky, and it was the fire that hit his chest fiercely. Even the three immortals could not extinguish the anger of the world's violent ape. Gan Ping looked at Huoer's standing body with some worry. Obviously, the fall of Mo Congfeng made Huoer suffer a lot of stimulation. Seeing his close relatives fall in front of him, even Gan Ping had the heart of extermination, not to mention Huoer, a spiritual beast that has not yet opened its intelligence and chaotic thoughts?

At present, the fire's eyes are red, but fortunately, it can still distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. The dilapidated Juntian stick in his palm trembled in the wind. At that time, the flame rose, and the broken magic weapon fell in the air, together with the broken fairy town foot, was swept up by this long stick. In the flame, it was condensed into one. . It was Mo Lianfeng who taught Huoer the method of controlling fire refinery. Huo'er's mind was simple, but he didn't like to understand this method. In order to let it learn this skill, Mo Zhenfeng did not know how much effort he had spent in those years.

The grace of dripping water is rewarded with a spring. Now it is with the help of this refining method that Huoer manipulates the innate Doushu silence Zhenyan to forcibly integrate these magic weapon fragments into it and refines them into a mysterious soldier. The two seal characters on the head of the stick flashed, flashing with a blood-like color, as if to indicate that the sky was about to usher in a bloody wind,

After a little hesitation, Gan Ping stopped his mind to stop the killing of the fire. Let him go. At worst, the murder all over the sky, under the disaster of heaven, he will bear it. After giving up the Kunpeng treasure ship to Ma Linger, Gan Ping rose with a sword and once again drove the operation of the yin and yang disillusionment array. The black and white power of life and death circled back and forth, making many scattered Zhenyuan in this space lose quickly, and even Shouyuan was dissipating at a fast speed.

"Wuna Ganping, do you really want to kill it all? Are you really willing to create this boundless murder and destroy your own future? Seeing that there was no way to escape, the terrible yin and yang disillusionment array had blocked the way. A seemingly leading monk turned around and shouted to Gan Ping.

The only remaining tens of thousands of people cast hopeful eyes on this side, obviously pinning all their hopes on this person. Looking at the person in front of him strangely, he didn't expect that there would be such a shameless person. Seeing that Miaochengzong monopolized the treasure, he came together and put on a posture of extermination of the Miao descendants of Miaocheng Sect. Now that under the reversal of the situation, it is really shameless to reason with himself, which makes people laugh and cry. Could it be that these people think that I am willing to be reconciled and stupid?

A smile on his face made the speechless San Xiu's heart calm a little, thinking that he had said Gan Ping's psychology. The age of Guandao friends is obviously only 100 years old. It is just around the corner to become immortals. If there are too many killings, it will not be easy to say under the disaster in the future!" With that, the man's eyes looked slightly with fear at the Honglian Yehuo, which was suppressed at Gan Ping's feet, and his heart was surprised. This Tiandao Zhenyan was actually suppressed by this boy, which was really evil to the extreme.

After fishing the Juntian stick that was about to be waved out of the fire, Gan Ping smiled, "This is not negotiable!" No!" Squeak!" Two rapid screams came one after another. It was Ma Linger and Huo'er. One person and one monkey immediately stared at Gan Ping angrily, but when they saw the smiling application on Gan Ping's face, their faces eased. Gan Ping's expression was obviously a sign of extreme anger, but he didn't know what he was saying at the time.

Seeing Gan Ping's release, many people were relieved, and many people took advantage of Gan Ping's conversation with this man to secretly fly to the edge of the big array and use their magical power to try to break the barrier.

Irre noting the small movements of these people, Gan Ping raised his hand and played a gray rune. Is this? The monk who spoke couldn't help but be shocked. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the rune, and his heart was uneasy. Big heart magic rune, as long as you open your hearts to the gods, implant this rune into the soul, make a heart demon oath, and serve my Miaochengzong for 300 years. Today's matter can be written off!" The gloomy words resounded through the sky in an instant, making everyone's faces change greatly.