Chapter 702 Thousand Red

The rosefinch claws the size of a mountain, with closed mottled scales on it, and at the fracture above, the oblique and flat stubble looks particularly shocking, and the countless flame-like runes on the scales give people a sense of heaven and earth and make people look dazzling. At this moment, at the urging of Gan Ping, the rosefinch's claws had shrunk to be dozens of feet long, and the four toes were enveloped down, like a strong cage, firmly covering the body left by Kunjia. The Buddha Baolong Elephant pestle of Kunjia originally wanted to escape with the master's Yuans god, but it was Gan Pingyi The five elements of Taoism were fiercely brushed down, and the imprint of the soul inside was destroyed. Even the artifact screamed and dissipated.

What Gan Ping valued is just that this Buddha treasure is comparable to the essence of his top-grade fairy weapon. If it is slightly refined and the broken uniform stick of the fire is melted into it, it will be a brand-new magic weapon. If you are not at home, you don't know the value of firewood and rice. Now Gan Ping is not as big-handed as before. Thinking of so many small hands in the feudal world, he waved to himself for spiritual stones, equipment, and magic weapons. Gan Ping's heart is like the body of Kunjia, as if it is burning in the fire.

This rosefinch claw is really worthy of being the remnant of the mythical beast. The power of the upper mythical beast that remains inside suddenly burst out, suppressing the only remaining Yuanling in the body left by Kunjia, and can no longer make waves. Countless innate Yimu god thunders were refined one by one by the rosefinch god fire, and finally turned into pure wood spiritual power, which contracted heavily under the control of Gan Ping. Finally, the whole huge body was like a crystal clear fruit, turned into a palm-sized, lifelike little monkey.

Gan Ping forgot the void with a little regret. Unfortunately, the alertness of Kunjia was so alert that he could not do it. In an instant, he made a choice. He lost the car to protect the commander and threw away the body. Otherwise, with the rosefinch god's claws, which Gan Ping has long been connected with his mind, if this Kunjia is at a moment at night, I'm afraid it will be a disaster. However, if he can refine the soul of this world-class monster and take down the demon elixir, I'm afraid he will have another trace of wood treasures in his hand. At present, he is practicing the five elements of annihilation. Destroy the divine light, the wooden spirit is enough, but if you want to refine a magic weapon for Bixin, it is impossible to lose the soul of this wooden top-level monster.

The cold eyes flashed in his eyes. The monkey's head ran fast enough. If he met him next time, he would definitely capture and refine it in one move. He didn't know how many pieces of the old monkey had found. When Kunjia was the most powerful, he was fearless. When he really refined the rosefinch claws and understood the true shape map of the rosefinch, he lost his physical Kunjia, which was not a concern at all!

He raised his eyebrows, and Gan Ping's eyes swept over the dragon elephant pestle floating in mid-air and looked doubtfully into mid-air. It seems that he still underestimated the background of the hermit. Although the Fengjiling Mausoleum was hit by his own flame, he didn't know what method he used to gather his breath and disappeared when Ganping fought with Kunjia.

His face was gloomy, and Gan Ping's fingertips were pinched. When he was about to calculate the possible position of Fengmeng Mausoleum, a terrible breath came from below, and a heomorious magic spirit that destroyed the sky and went straight to the sky spread out, making Gan Ping't help but change his color. Who is it? Disturbing my deep sleep? Who is it? Open the endless bloody door? As a nuisance that offends my humbleness, my demon ancestor Qianchi, I want to give you the glory of crying in the endless sea of blood, Jie Jie..."

Gan Ping's hands and feet are cold, and his heart is like dead ashes. At this time, he only felt that his soul was trembling. Since his debut, he had never met such a existence that made him at a loss with his breath alone. The breath is evil and vast. Compared with this self-made demon ancestor, the former Dalin Demon God is like a small grass next to the towering giant tree, and it is still the kind of malnourished grass.

No wonder there will be a magic array laid by Daozu himself, with dozens of layers of blockade, and the divine claw of a rosefinch mythical beast is suppressed here. If it hadn't been for these characters, how could it attract the existence of Daozu? If it weren't for such a world-class demon, why do you need a divine object like Rosefinch's Claw to suppress it? At this moment, Gan Ping is sweating coldly, and his hands and feet are cold. Under the pressure of this terrible magic, he is about to collapse.

If it hadn't been for his left hand, the power of the rosefinch god's claw, which turned into a small palm, was coming from the power of silk. Gan Ping felt that he was afraid that he would collapse under this great power. The old and evil words, like a heavy hammer, hit Gan Ping's soul fiercely, making his Taoist heart shaky. In the face of such power, the nine or five thunders that Gan Ping had experienced was like a child's play.

With Gan Ping's current strength, even the legendary Taiyi Zhenxian can't suppress him motionless by virtue of his power. Only the first-class master of Daluo Xingjun can have such a strong strength. Since ancient times, there have been many heroes and talents in the world, but none of them can cultivate the strength of Daluo Xingjun. Such a master, even in the fairyland where the masters are like clouds, are also masters who stand on one side and set up a sect.

At present, this person, I don't know how many years he has been suppressed by Daozu, and he still has such strength. What kind of glory will he be when he is in his heyday? I'm afraid it's really the legendary semi-saint, right? Thinking of releasing such a terrible character, Gan Ping's heart was cold. Once such a character was born, not to mention the demon disaster that day, only the old man could destroy the whole continent of heaven.

Unexpectedly, he became the starter of this biggest magic disaster. Gan Ping couldn't help smiling bitterly in his heart, but under this strong pressure, even if he wanted to show a trace of expression, it was difficult to maintain. However, it is obvious that this demon ancestor who has become Qianchi did not have the tendency to kill Gan Ping immediately. Although he said the gloomy words, there was no other action except to suppress Gan Ping with the terrible power. And the continuous power of rosefinch essence and blood from Gan Ping's left palm kept washing his meridians and relieving his body like an ice cave.

Just when Gan Ping was at a loss, a looming figure flew up from below, but he ignored Gan Ping, but flew into the air. While Gan Ping was wondering, the dragon elephant pestle, which had been extinguished by Gan Ping's five elements of divine light, suddenly moved and bombarded the virtual shadow in mid-air without guidance.

"No!" Gan Ping's eyes were about to crack, and he couldn't help roaring in his heart, but he couldn't move at all. He could only let the dragon elephant pestle bombard the devil's head. It's over, and it's definitely going to anger the demon ancestor Qianchi!