Chapter 659 Spring

The power of the terrible space storm formed a strange whirlpool on the void behind Gan Ping. If such a terrible space storm breaks through the boundary, although it will not shake the origin of the Tianfu mainland, the Miaochengzong of Yulong Mountain under the gate of this space will certainly not be spared. In that case, that one is really ridiculous. Hundreds of thousands of things that have not been done by Sanxiu are actually made by an oolong. That's really a fantasy.

A trace of fine light flashed in the eyes, and the flame in Gan Ping's palm has wrapped up. The innate Dou rate, which can melt for 33 days, is silent and extinguished Zhenyan. Now it really has some power to refine the world in the hands of Taoist ancestors. The terrible flames flowed endlessly in the air, and in an instant reinforced the almost shattered void that had been hit by the space storm again. In terms of stable space, what can take advantage of it more than this congenital inflammatory?

The shoulder-length eyebrows were raised, and the strange old man who stood in the lower hand stroked the fire immediately pointed a little, and a golden light suddenly entered Ganping's body. As soon as the golden light entered the body, Gan Ping felt that the sluggish Zhenyuan immediately became smooth. Under the golden light, the originally damaged meridians were also repaired quickly. What is particularly amazing is that the repair of this injury is not the power of this golden light, but the instinct in Ganping's own body. It can be said that this golden light only infinitely stimulates Gan Ping's potential and allows it to recover by itself.

It's amazing. Is this the legendary power of creation? It is said that when the cultivation reaches the realm of Xuanxian, you can be the realm of creation that is mysterious and mysterious. The air of hair circulates at will, and the conversion of yin and yang is also a matter between hands and feet. Suddenly, a mouthful of dirty blood spewed out, followed by more than a dozen translucent and colorful fragments of different sizes.

It was the space debris in the space turbulence just now. The large fragments, Ganping natural stone, avoided, but this smaller size was deeply immersed in his body and almost cut off his original soul. Without the help of this golden light, if Gan Ping wants to refine these alien space debris out of his body, I'm afraid it will really take some time.

With a hand, those space fragments that kept trembling in the air and obviously were about to burst out were immediately suppressed by Gan Ping's blood. A flame swept up and repaired the door of space here, and these fragments were just right for use. Under the burning of the innate firepower, those fragments were melted into the void in an instant.

The void that was originally bulging endlessly finally completely settled down. At the same time, a golden light fell from the sky, covering Gan Ping in it. The resentment power that Gan Ping originally surrounded because of mass killing was as thick as plasma under the golden light. However, as the golden light continued to fall, the power of blood was gradually stripped off layer by layer and diluted a lot.

"Golden light of merit? It's easy to create, but the stinky boy is also clever. I didn't waste my ancestor's painstaking efforts!" The old man below looked at this scene and immediately smiled. Obviously, all this was calculated by him. Gan Ping, who was shrouded in that light, was clear in his heart. It was the air machine of heaven and earth that saved the origin of the Tianfu mainland, and then did the heavenly merits be added.

Seeing that the golden light of merit gradually dissipated, Gan Ping also looked doubtfully at the smiling old man in the distance. He could clearly feel the strength of the old man with a clear mind. Obviously, this is what this old man did just now, and it is this man's calculation to defraud this merit. It's just that he has earned merit, but won't the originator hurt anything? You know, this crisis was jointly made by the old man and Na Kunjia, but in the end, it was still himself who benefited.

Seeing Gan Ping looking at him, the old man immediately smiled and said, "It's clever. This is not something that your junior is worried about. The Kunjia interferes with the road of heaven and earth as a monster. Obviously, the punishment is much more than that of the ancestor. He also calculated a bad breath and captured my apprentices in front of me. Where should I put my old face?" With that, he laughed and laughed. Obviously, he was secretly happy for the dark Kunjia move. That obscene expression made Gan Ping feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

While thinking about it, I heard the old man say again, "Wu, boy, won't you come down yet? It's okay if you don't come down. If you like to show off your capital so much, then shake it in the sky for a while!" With that, he laughed again. Gan Ping then found the strange expression of the angry real person standing behind the old man, and Ma Linger, who was beside him, turned her face to the side with a strange face.

Gan Ping was shocked, and a cool breeze blew by. The fire in the old man's arms below immediately danced and pointed. The old man squeezed his mouth, touched Huo's head, and looked at Gan Ping strangely, saying something in his mouth. Only then did Gan Ping find his embarrassment. He just escaped from the turbulence of the space. His clothes were almost broken, and then he went through that toss. Now the spring has been leaked, and even the key points are difficult to protect.

There are already many open female disciples below, secretly pointing to the sky and whispering and laughing. At this moment, what kind of Taoism and Zen heart, what kind of empty state, have been forgotten by Gan Ping. Looking at the brothers, brothers, sisters and uncles all over the mountains, Gan Ping only felt dizzy, and a strange cry turned into a streamer and disappeared in mid-air...

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"Brother Gan Ping, I didn't expect that the capital was quite strong!" Zeng Qi frowned and put a strange smile on Gan Ping's shoulder, and her eyebrows were full of joy. Looking at my younger brother Swen, he actually has a good look of imprisonment. I admire him, oops!" Now Gan Ping's cultivation is at the top, and everyone is in awe. There are only a few friends he knew before who can still joke with him like this. Zeng Qi, who kills goods with Gan Ping, is definitely one of them.

His face was very green, and he didn't pay attention to Zeng Qi, who bent down and pretended to shout pain. Gan Ping's face was dressed in iron blue and walked towards the Lishan Hall in the strange guidance of many children. Poor God, I have lost a lot of people today!