Chapter 703 Illusion

Difficult to move by the huge magic pressure, Gan Ping could only look at the dragon elephant as fast as electricity, hitting the transparent shadow in mid-air. The conscience of heaven and earth, he just erased the soul imprint in the dragon elephant pestle. Now the launch of the dragon elephant pestle is purely because Buddha's own instinct to think about the breath emitted by the demon clan to launch an attack. Gan Ping did not expect that his momentary greed has caused his own lifeline. With such power as Qianchi, if it is provoked this time, I'm afraid he will kill himself in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, Gan Ping's eyes were immediately dark. It doesn't matter what the world is, what kind of people live in. Only his beloved and his close relatives are wandering in front of his eyes. I didn't expect that I would die here today. Gan Ping gave up resistance and looked at the trajectory of the dragon and elephant pestle in mid-air, but he did not find any abnormality in his heart.

The dragon elephant pestle finally touched the illusory shadow in the air. According to the strength of Qianchi, even the sun melting gold furnace and other artifacts would not have hurt it at all if it was not its heyday. Although this dragon elephant pestle is of extraordinary grade, it is only the grade of the top fairy weapon. Judging from the momentum emanating from Qianchi, it is impossible for this level to even touch a cold hair.

However, what surprised Gan Ping was that the lightning-like dragon and elephant pestle suddenly hit the illusory figure in mid-air. Suddenly, a sad howling came, and the sound was the same as the Qianchi's voice just now. With the hit of the dragon and elephant pestle, a sound came from Gan Ping's mind as if the crystal was broken. His eyes immediately became much clearer, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it an illusion? No! It's the ** skill of confusing human form!" Gan Ping couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. Unexpectedly, with his firm heart, he almost said it. However, it's really ridiculous to think about it. With the power of that ancestor, he personally suppressed these hundreds of thousands of years. If this old demon still has such strength, I'm afraid he was really not under that ancestor in those years. How could he not see the sun for hundreds of thousands of years?

Obviously, the devil, with the help of extremely strange illusions, created this illusion according to the breath at its peak, which made Gan Ping also fall into it and was almost confused by it. Now that this Qianchi has been suppressed by the Taoist ancestor and the rosefinch god claws for so many years, he is already angry. It is just a little trick for him to muddle through and escape. However, with this magic power, if he really escapes from here and enters the Tianfu mainland, I'm afraid it will really take decades, and another unrivaled demon will appear in the world.

Thinking that he was almost deceived by the devil, and even his mind was taken away by him, Gan Ping couldn't help but be annoyed. If the dragon elephant pestle accidentally hit the extremely weak Qianchi back to the prototype, he would have become the sinner who indulged the huge troll. Although the scenery of that Qianchi was infinite in those years, he was suppressed by the Taoist ancestors, and was refined by the divine fire bred by the rosefinch's claws for many years. At present, there is only one breath left. Compared with those ordinary demons, it is no better than those ordinary demons. He was hit by the dragon elephant pestle with natural attributes, and immediately screamed with wisps of darkness. The smoke fled to the bottom again.

"Do you still want to escape? Hand over your real name, Moyuan!" Gan Ping was shocked and angry at first, but in an instant, a trace of joy appeared on his face. Although this Qianchi demon ancestor's breath is weak at present, this wisp of soul is indeed the purest magic soul, which is the great tonic of his own magic blood knife. If he can refine this demon soul with the magic knife, I'm afraid this divine knife is just around the corner!

The soul of Daluo Xingjun and other masters, even if it is extremely weak, is extremely precious. How many immortal laws will it complete? Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. Originally, I thought that being chased here and getting the rosefinch claws and the true shape of the rosefinch was the greatest harvest, but I didn't expect that there was an extremely cherished soul waiting for me.

Only Gan Ping holding the magic blood knife in his hand took the soul of the demon ancestor as a treasure and replaced it with others. Although he did not dare to avoid it, he did not dare to approach this Qianchi soul at will. Even if there is only a trace of power left, there are all kinds of tricks, which almost blind Gan Ping. If there is nothing to know, I'm afraid that he will be deprived of his mind in an instant and finally turn into the puppet of the demon ancestor.

This Qianchi is also really unlucky. With his ability, if such a moment is created, whether it is Lu Zhenxian or Huozhengxian, I'm afraid it will be taken away in an instant. However, at present, there is only a Ganping in the whole space, and there is the unseen Fengyan Mausoleum, which is holding a magic thorn in this state of Qianchi. With a gentle stab, I'm afraid he will suppress his soul. How dare he approach?

However, there are many things that restrain him in Gan Ping's body, not to mention the rosefinch claws that have suppressed him for hundreds of thousands of years, even the sun melting gold furnace and the magic blood knife, are also his nemesis. In particular, the latter has the power to refine his true soul, which makes this Qianchi like a frightened bird, fleeing down quickly. Although he knows that there is a dead end below, he does not dare to go up again.

"That boy, you and I have no grievances. What if you let me go? When the ancestor goes out, I will definitely give you a big reward. Do you know, ancestor, what kind of power do I have in the demon world? His figure loomed in the dark, which was obviously a manifestation of extreme weakness. Seeing that Gan Ping was chasing more and more anxiously, he had no choice but to show off his own lips and tongue, in an attempt to lure him to let Gan Ping let him go.

"Ancestor, I am in the demon world, with a vast territory and countless treasures! Look, you are just the realm of immortals, right? As long as you defect to the ancestors and me, in less than a hundred years, you can prove the position of the golden immortal fruit, and even the Xuanxian is not a problem!" The Qianchi's eyes flashed and he continued to confuse Gan Ping with sweet words. He hasn't returned to the demon world for hundreds of thousands of years, and I don't know what's going on over there. I'm afraid that the boundless territory has been swallowed by several demons in those years? But as long as you can pass this level, what about the big grand future? At worst, when you take this boy away, just leave him a soul and let him reincarnated.

It's a pity that such a ** of immortality is not worth being one at all in Gan Ping's eyes. If this Qianchi knew that Gan Ping had only taken many years from an ordinary child to his current cultivation, I'm afraid he would not have used this to ** him. A hundred-year certificate is a golden fairy? A sneer flashed from the corners of Gan Ping's mouth, which only refined you and pushed the magic blood knife to the realm of Dacheng. He understood the true shape of the rosefinch and then completed the sealed world. I'm afraid that he could take the step of the golden fairy in ten years!

If the clock doesn't hit you, will you let me refine copper? Do you think I'm a fool? I don't want to talk nonsense with Qianchi. Just now, the illusion of Qianchi pointing straight to the depths of the soul has made Gan Ping have a deep fear. Let's fight quickly, so as not to have a long night dream is the right way. A flame slammed out, blocking this space firmly, mixed with the innate Doufa silence of the rosefinch Shenyan is even more powerful. There is a faint demon-red power inside, and in an instant, the Qianchi is firmly besieged.

"You can't kill me. I'm Qianchi, the demon ancestor. In those years, Daozu couldn't help me. Do you know what my status is? Do you know that I am in the demon world..." Before the Qianchi shouted, the blazing flame had devoured it, and Ganping's magic blood knife had also reached the top of his head. From the top door of the soul, it suddenly inserted it, causing a sad howling.

"Ah!!! What kind of strange thing is this? My power, my real name is Moyuan, who the hell are you!!!" Qianchi's eyes were staring like a copper bell, but he could not break free from the magic blood knife of Ganpingtian at all. He could only watch his real name Moyuan and spirit soul being swallowed up by the magic blood knife that day, as if a person was alive watching himself swallowed by a beast. This threat of death, even if he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years. The old devil can't stand it.

The longer you live, the more you are afraid of death. In those years, the demon ancestor Qian Chi, the demon gods are like clouds, and the demon generals are like rain, and they control the extremely important part of the demon world. Therefore, under the taboo of the Taoist ancestor, he did not dare to refine it, for fear of causing a riot of his demon son and grandson in the demon world, which would collapse the unstable space. However, with the passage of time, the demon ancestor has been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, and the huge forces in those years are now divided. The grand occasion of that year has long been lost. The demon ancestor, who dominated the world in those years, fell into the hands of Gan Ping, a careless young man. How could he take care of a lot? Anyway, this demon ancestor is going to attack the Tianfu mainland. It is an unresolved hatred. So what if there is more?

When Gan Ping was born and refined, the demon ancestor Qianchi was born and refined, in the vast and dark demon world, there was a terrible wave. The demon world is barren and desolate, which is also the reason why these demons desperately want to capture the Tianfu mainland. Whenever they move towards a bright future, regardless of the human race or the demon clan, they have such a desire.

The harsh environment of the demon world has long been a group of extremely strong characters. After all, they can survive in such a harsh environment, and they are all characters with a few brushes. It is not an anthem to say that all the people in the demon world are soldiers. However, on this day, the magic world, which never rained, suddenly ushered in a bloody rain all over the sky. Raindrops the size of walnuts like thick blood plasma fell from the air one after another, making many warcraft barbarians flee in horror. They, who had never seen raindrops, regarded the blood rain all over the sky as some poisonous magic power.

And in the highest place in the demon world, on a mountain peak like a sharp sword, a red-haired man's eyes were like electricity, his eyes floated through the blood rain all over the sky, looking at the direction of the cracks leading to the Tianfu mainland, "Demon Ancestor fell? The demon clan is booming?"