Chapter 674 Planning

Killing air to the air! There were faint shouts of killing in the nothingness in the air. The boundless waves were surging, and the sound of gold and iron fighting came, as if there was a shadow flowing, making everyone feel as if they were in a battlefield. It is the vision of heaven and earth that has evolved from the Gengjin Storm, which is refined and absorbed by the spirit of the world's soldiers. The terrible intention of killing, even if the Taoist heart is like a superior, it is a little shaken and difficult to control.

A sword light cut through the world, and the Gengjin Storm surrounded by Ganping's body surface was immediately cut open and smashed. The fierce flames exploded, and Gan Pingping himself had turned into a flame, and the Gengjin wind and thunder in the five elements disaster had already been refined into a pure killing spirit in the terrible flame and integrated into the spirit of the sword.

The Derivative Thunder on the top of the head has come to the top of Ganping's head. It's just the fifth thunderstorm, which is already the 78th-ranked Thunder. In the end, what a terrible thing will happen, which is really frightening. What about the tears of the seventy-eighth ranking? Gan Ping's sword eyebrows were horizontal, and the fist in the palm went straight up like a javelin, which cooperated with the murderous intention of Ling Meng's killing sword. This domineering original divine fist immediately showed its ferocious side.

The law of the jungle, the strong is the king, and the strong devour the weak. What they rely on is nothing more than the word minions. The formula that Gan Ping exerts at this moment is the purest idea in the fight between the jungle in the road of heaven and earth, tusks! For the people I care about, for the lover behind me, no matter how peaceful my heart is, under this death threat, I have also stimulated a trace of cruelty to the world, revealing my shining fangs!

"Quick back!" Perceiving a trace of danger, the guard first found that something was wrong. With a wave of the overhaul, the disciples not far away beside him were swept up by him and flew back. In an instant, they were already several miles away. Other elders and other guardians were also alert, and immediately rolled up many low-ranking disciples around them and avoided this world.

Ma Linger, who had already been successful in the disaster, lost her face. She was lined up at the head of the green peak, and a large array slowly rose from the world. However, it is obvious that she is not familiar with the manipulation of this array. Before the formation is waiting to take shape, Gan Ping's fist is almost touching the tears. Mo Zhenfeng roared and turned into a sword light and reached the peak of the green peak in an instant. This mountain protection array was changed by his own hands, and naturally he was extremely familiar. In an instant, Mo Congfeng turned into a huge mysterious soldier and disappeared into the core of the array.

With this innate Taoist fetus as the world-class master as the array, the big array on the Myocui Peak finally protected the whole mountain peak before Gan Ping's fist came into contact with the thunder. The fist, like a copper cast of iron, finally touched the terrible thunder. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color and the vitality rolled. Geng Jinjianguang, who was still lingering beside Gan Ping, was torn to pieces by the violent vitality in an instant.

And several muffled hums also sounded at the same time, but Shouqian Shangren stood tall in the storm and laughed. As early as before, he had noticed several terrible thoughts that he could not even compete with, which were looming in Miaocheng Sect. Unfortunately, even he could not afford to provoke such existence. However, at present, in the collision between Gan Ping and the Shenlei, these gods must have suffered a lot of losses, which made this Shouqian Zhenren's heart happy.

Such an equal-order thunder can't be as endless as the previous purple thunder. It will be born and dead under one blow. If it can be carried over, it will naturally dissipate. However, at this moment, the vitality between heaven and earth is turbulent, and the five elements of clouds and dust are surging. You can't see Ganping's figure in the distance at all, but Shouqian can clearly feel Gan Ping's slowly rising and soaring breath.

Only half of this disaster has been spent, and the breath of Gan Ping has soared so much, which shows that there is a big opportunity under the great crisis. Since it is a terrible thunderstorm that makes immortals change their colors at such times of famine, it obviously has an obvious effect on the promotion of those who have experienced disasters. When the dust settled, Gan Ping's stubborn javelin-like figure has appeared in front of everyone, and there are still thunder clouds above his head, but at this moment, Gan Ping is not as thin as before.

The long black hair like a waterfall was scattered on the moon-white shirt, and the shining fairy sword was held upside down by Gan Ping. In his other hand, he clenched the lightning in his fist. In the feudal world, although everything is available, it is difficult for the divine thunder of the evolution of heaven and earth to generate by itself. However, with the top hundred divine thunder as the foundation, those ordinary thunder disasters should also be able to appear. At present, the feudal world is a piece of white paper. Although it can be modified at will, it is also quite troublesome. .

As the thunderlight entered the sun's melting gold furnace, the dark star in the closed world on Thursday, a storm rose out of thin air and swept the whole space. In the dark star, all the monks have stood in the air, forming a strange posture. A huge rune above his head floats endlessly, and He Zhenzi has already stood in the air, and the seal of the world in his palm is like a bright sun, shining on the world.

With the emergence of this big seal, the thoughts of all the creatures in this world were slowly absorbed, thinking that the high platform below was on Thursday, and the colorful, jumping and screaming old man gathered in front of him. In front of the old man, it was a huge and quaint copper post. I don't know what kind of person or beast's blood is in it. It is constantly boiling and emitting an unpleasant smell. Every thought enters it, it will turn into a faint virtual shadow, rolling and wailing in the copper cylinder, and Wu Chaofan stands solemnly in the air, controlling the soul plate and commanding the operation of the array.

The soul plate in the air has soared by a thousand acres, covering the sky firmly. With the protection of this fairy-level treasure, although these people have changed, they are also covered by the breath of the soul plate, which is difficult to be detected by the law of heaven and earth.

However, with the input of everyone's true mana, the business ideas of heaven and earth gathered by the Cangsheng Seal are becoming more and more huge, but the clouds and fog have also turned up in mid-air. Obviously, the law of heaven in this sealed world has noticed that it is not appropriate here. Although no one presides over, they have to launch thunder punishment and punish those who dare to despise the way of heaven.

This is also Wu Chaofan's plot. If Gan Ping had not been distracted to resist the ninety-five thunder of the world, he would not have dared to rebel. The ninety-five thunders of the world, even in the ancient legend of the flood and famine, is an extremely terrible existence. Under it, there is no life. This is also a rare opportunity to cover the sky with his secret soul disk, coupled with the power of He Zhenzi's life seal, to gather the secret art of witchcraft, even if Gan Ping has taken away the artifacts here? I still have a good chance to turn the table.

It only gathers the thoughts of all sentient beings in the world. Maybe it can really make Wu Chaofan win and take away the control of the sun melting furnace. It is going on nervously, but no one notices that dozens of miles away from the dark star, there is a figure sitting quietly, dressed in moon-white clothes, picturesque and handsome.

"Why are people in the world so stupid that they still have to force them if they are not their own? Do you really think I didn't notice what they were thinking? The clear voice sounded, and it was Gan Ping. The method of the three corpses proves the Tao is the first-class method of entrusting the soul between heaven and earth. At present, this Gan Ping is the same as that of the outside world, and even the temperament is constantly sublimating.

"If it weren't for this group of small people, what would it be like to destroy the world? It's easy to break it! But this is also good. If all the troubles are solved together, it will save a lot of things!" Although Gan Ping's words were understated, there was a strong power, which oppressed the people behind him with cold sweat.

Yu Ion not only muttered for a while, but his master is really unfathomable. Obviously, the external body has not read the disaster of that day, but now this split has shown the strength of the immortals. The terrible power, even if he is a master who has stepped on the golden immortals half a step, is a little unsistible. At this moment, Gan Ping is about to overcome the disaster and finally has the power to suppress the monks in this feudal world.

Previously, these people were not so much subordinate to Gan Ping as to the power of the sun melting furnace, so now Gan Ping has no time to take care of this place, and such a dangerous situation has appeared. However, at present, it seems that this change is in the hands of Gan Ping. Thinking about the vigorous direction, the soldier's long face showed a trace of worry.

"Lord, oh no, prince, are we going to take action? If you let Wu Chaofan's sky-grabbing and day-changing method unfold, maybe he will really be looked down upon. At that time..." Gan Ping smiled, raised his hand and stopped Bing Gezi's words. Did he take advantage of it? How is that possible? Do you think I called you here to fight with you? While talking, Gan Ping's eyes were already aimed at everyone.

Bing Gezi's face turned red. He really thought so. Although Gan Ping's strength has increased greatly, there are nearly 30 immortals forming a formation, and there are two treasures as eyes. If Gan Ping wants to break the formation, it is simply difficult. If the body can be split into one, relying on the power of heaven and earth, it may be possible to make a forced breakthrough. At present, it is worrying.

However, when I saw Gan Ping's indifferent expression and that faint smile, there was a sense of doubt when everyone was neutral. Gan Ping was so sure. Could there be any backhand? While thinking about it, Gan Ping suddenly clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay, it's a big deal!"