Chapter 1008 Mixed Source

The four people became horns with each other, and all of them looked at the divine grass. The three looked at Gan Ping with disdain, which made Gan Ping speechless. Since such a trace of chaos has been refined, Gan Ping's breath has gradually tended to return to simplicity. Instead of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, it is the wisp of chaos in his body at this moment, and even he himself has not figured out what's going on.

As for the fire god son, Ai Ai can't explain it clearly, but it is certain that this is obviously a sign of mastering another level of power. This is equivalent to the rest of Taiyi Zhenxian beating people with wooden sticks, but Gan Ping's hand is a fine steel dagger, which is a little short, but it is invincible. If you don't check it, it will be the end of five steps of blood splashing.

Of course, Gan Ping would not argue with these people. However, when these people were staring at each other and guarding against each other, suddenly behind Gan Ping, a vast scorching force came, and the sound of thunder went straight into his ears, "Xianjiamen is doing things! All the idle people retreat!" While talking, a whip with a thick wrist, more than 30 feet long, suddenly hit Gan Ping's back.

Xianjiamen? If you really sleepy, the pillow will come. Since you are here, don't leave! Gan Ping and this fairy armor gate can be said to have a hatred of killing his father. Although it is not clear why this fairy armor gate appeared here, Gan Ping's murderous intention in his chest is difficult to suppress. As soon as he grabbed his backhand, a huge force came, and there were bursts of flames attached to it, which made Gan Ping's palm burning pain.

"Playing with fire in front of me?" Gan Ping's arm was strong, and immediately grabbed the whip in the palm of his hand, suddenly shook, and immediately stiffened with the whip waver. At this moment, Gan Ping saw clearly what the person who attacked him looked like. In mid-air, a huge palace-like chariot was rumbleing. Before this chariot, it was actually a real dragon with sixteen heads and 23rd steps pulling the car, which made Gan Ping stunned.

The real dragon pulls the car in the realm of sixteen golden immortals and Xuanxian. Isn't the owner of this carriage afraid that the dragon clan will make trouble for him? On this chariot, a gorgeous flame is like a blooming flower. With golden color and vast power, Gan Ping couldn't help but light up in front of his eyes, "Apollo Golden Skyfire! What a big one!"

No wonder Gan Ping was surprised. This legend is the flame generated when the first golden flower opened at the beginning of heaven and earth. It has the power of any kind of innate fire, and it is still more powerful. Power is the biggest feature of this Apollo Golden Skyfire, unparalleled power, without any miscellaneous attributes, simply relying on amazing power to bloom. This kind of pure flame is the favorite of all fire immortals.

Sixteen dragons opened the way, Apollo Jin Xun Tianhuo Hua Gai, and this is obviously a chariot of the first-level artifact. No wonder the burly man standing in front of the chariot has the power to fight with himself. This big man's face is full of chaps, and his figure is more than three feet away. Unexpectedly, he has long been extinct in all worlds, and he has cultivated to the realm of immortals.

There is Ao Yan in the East China Sea, which is as big as an island. It travels around the four poles, and Longbo people fish and eat it! In many classics, there is a saying that the people of Longbo eat Daao, which is as big as an island, and their natural strength is infinite. Every adult man in Longbo has a figure that is thousands of feet high. The physical strength alone is enough to be comparable to the Yuanying monk. Such a race is simply an unbelievable existence when cultivated, but perhaps because it is too perfect, the road of practice of the Longbo people is bumpy, and the thunderfall is also a thousand times that of ordinary monks.

However, Longbo people are straightforward. Once they recognize the Lord, they will never betray. They also have a burly figure and are the favorite of many immortal cultivation schools. In the ancient rites, there are three hundred and six people of Longbo Kingdom, the dependence of the princes. This Longbo countryman is the guard of the immortal world, the guard of honor, and the facade. However, with the changes of the vicissitudes of life, this Longbo countryman's bloodline has been thin for a long time. In addition, there are many disasters, and the Longbo people who have practiced the fairy law are far less than the speed of reproduction in the primitive state. They have gradually disappeared into the long river of history.

In front of him, the Longbo countryman is already the cultivation of the immortal king's initial level, and his strength is even more powerful, which is simply comparable to the ordinary Taiyi Zhenxian. In addition, with the power of these 16 real dragons and Apollo Jinxun Tianhuo, even the ordinary Taiyi Zhenxian, should retreat from Sanshe and temporarily avoid its edge. Unfortunately, the freak of Longbo Kingdom met Gan Ping, a more perverted freak. Now Gan Ping's reincarnation is more and more to the Mahayana. With the body alone, he has the power to compete with the high-level Taiyi Zhenxian. In addition, the opening of the ten seas of origin, even if he fights with the driver of Longbo Kingdom, he will not fall behind.

The dragon's face is purple-red, and the hammering in his palm is woven with 3,700 kinds of rare silk, and the best fairy weapon refined by 7,700 kinds of monster spines is driving the cloud whip, making a creaking sound. Obviously, it is an unbearable force, and there is a tendency to break. This made the driver couldn't help but be shocked. After countless years of edification in the fairyland, the originally simple Longbo people had already become ghosts. This divine grass is what his grandfather aspires to get. He just went down with a whip, but he just wanted to stand up, so he chose Gan Ping.

After all, there are four people present, and the other three are masters of Taiyi Zhenxian Realm. The fool also knows how to choose. Unfortunately, it should be Gan Ping with the lowest cultivation. The driver was confident that with his own strength and the power of sixteen real dragons, he would definitely tear the immortal boy in the way into pieces. It was not the first time he had done such a thing, and he was naturally familiar with it.

But what he didn't expect was that his whip fell down, and he was caught by this unknown boy. Feeling the strong force from the tip of the whip, he finally knew that he had met an iron plate today. With a cold hum, Gan Ping's not strong arm slowly exerted his strength and pulled the already straight whip to make a burst of cracks. Every sound seemed to hit the driver's heart.

His eyes were red, and the crazy fighting spirit in the blood of Long Boguo had been used. The driver roared and suddenly exerted his strength, but was casually thrown by Gan Ping and overturned down from the chariot. Xianjiamen? Just in time!" His eyes drooped, and Gan Ping let out a sneer. It's time to calculate the account between himself and the fairy armor gate. Just now, he has felt that in this car, there is a sword spirit that is faintly stirred up the remaining sword spirit in the dragon ball. He originally thought that he was going to kill the fairy armor gate and took the body of the sword rune like a lifeless return sword, but he didn't expect to meet it here today. The master of this sword spirit.

Since you're here, don't leave! A smile appeared at the corners of Gan Ping's mouth, but the curtain of the carriage was suddenly pulled open, and a slender figure came out of it. "Who dares to stop the driving of the ancestor? Don't you know why you can't write dead words? Huh? It's you!" When the man saw Gan Ping, he immediately showed a trace of surprise in his eyes. At that time, a streamer flew out of his cuffs and came to Gan Ping's cover, which was a golden magic weapon.

"Since you're here, just stay for me!" Gan Ping saw the brocade pa flying and did not dodge. The person opposite was the green immortal who had not met for a long time. He didn't expect to meet this fairy family today. Anyway, the new hatred and old hatred came to an end. A fire cloud on the head turned into seven lotus flowers and flew out, and in an instant, the brocade handkerchief turned into flying ash.

With Gan Ping's cultivation at this time, the strength of the innate god Yan, even if this green immortal is already the body of Taiyi true immortal, don't want to take down yourself with a top-quality fairy weapon. Poor young immortals, arrogant and arrogant, have long forgotten Gan Ping's previous appearance of great power. After all, after experiencing such a battle of masters, it is inevitable to forget some things, but forgetting some things means that they have to pay the price.

A knife light rose to the sky, and the magic blood knife, with a sobbing sobbing sound, came to the green immortal in an instant and split it hard at the top of his head. With a wail, Gan Ping looked at a dark golden flying sword floating in front of the earth-colored green fairy. The flying sword was covered with ancient and mysterious patterns, and the powerful force was bulging in it. This artifact-level flying sword was constantly trembling. Obviously, it was not pleasing to the heavenly magic blood knife.

The magic blood god knife hovered proudly in the air and cheered, and just cut it off with a knife. Its fierce murderous intention has fiercely stabbed into the spirit of the flying sword in front of it. The fear from the spirit in this artifact can be clearly felt. If it hadn't been for the superior quality of this flying sword, I'm afraid it would have been seriously damaged long ago.

"Why can't this little friend get along with my fairy armor gate? Since this divine grass is born, I can naturally get a share of it. It's a little too much!" As soon as the bead curtain was raised, a kind-browed old man came out of it. His eyes were bright and he looked at Gan Ping. His fingers crossed the body of the flying sword, and his face was full of heartache.

Gan Ping's eyes have been attracted by this flying sword, like a lifeless return to the original sword! It turns out that this sword is not a unique fairy weapon, but an advanced artifact! But what about this? Since the sword spirit has damaged your father's soul, you can only be suppressed! Seeing that Gan Ping did not respond, the old man immediately showed an unhappy look on his face, his eyelids fell, and he rolled his eyes, "Jior! Is that what your parents teach you?"

The corners of Gan Ping's mouth smiled. Don't look at the ancestor of the mixed Yuan, who looks upright and kind-looking, but under the awareness of Gan Ping's mind, on this carriage, several masters have been quietly lurking beside him, and the most sharpest part of this vaguely formed array is the kindness in front of him. Old stuff!