Chapter 176 The Middle Line

As soon as the sword light turned, the dirt outside his body shattered and fell down one after another. Gan Ping's heart was a little calm, and he quickly urged the sword light to rush up. Although he could not limit himself here, it was inevitable that he was under the ground. It was better to return to the ground first. However, what disappointed Gan Ping was that whenever he felt that he was about to reach the surface, there was always an extremely huge soft force to push him back. Gan Ping used a little force, and he also blocked it with a little force. Gan Ping surged up all his strength and he also blocked it with the same force. After tossing for a long time, Ganping pickled vegetables retreated. It seemed impossible to rush out of the ground.

Although I don't quite understand why this is the case, Gan Ping also figured out some things. On the surface, it seems that the witch array is gentle and harmless, and the power is only a little stronger, but it contains cruel killing. In this witch tomb, there is no aura that monks can absorb, so there is no supplement after this consumption. Being trapped here is simply locked in a cage for nothing. Although it will not be killed by the array for a moment, over time, as long as the people trapped in it run out of spiritual stones and the elixir are exhausted, one day they will have spiritual power. Dries up and dies.

The reason why Gan Ping was so out of state on the surface before is to calculate the abnormality of this space. Unlike the external space, the time here is extremely slow. The day outside the cultivation of the truth world is here for a year. Now that I think about it, only in this way can I die a long-lived monk. After all, if the monks bring a lot of spiritual stones and elixir, they will not die if they are trapped in this array for more than a hundred years. Only the transformation of this time can speed up this process.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help but be deeply shocked by the viciousness and magical power of the owner of the witch tomb here. Obviously, the witch god occupying this place has mastered the power of space and time and can open up a separate space to control the passage of time. For the great witch who lives with heaven and earth, the speed of time is no different. However, for the practitioners who are trapped here and have no spiritual supply, there is no doubt that they are harvesting Shang Ming little by little with a blunt knife. These long-lasting practitioners can only watch themselves die little by little, but there is nothing they can do.

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help shivering. What a terrible method. With a flash of inspiration in his hand, more than a hundred spiritual stones and large and small jade bottles appeared in front of him. Since he knew the means of this formation, Gan Ping had to lighten his savings to see how many spiritual stone elixirs he had. Looking at the more than 100 spiritual stones in front of him with a wry smile, and the dozens of bottles, Gan Ping sighed in his heart.

If all the Akeiho pills are replaced with spiritual stones instead of the useless low-grade materials that day, you must be much more at ease at this moment. Somehow, Gan Ping thought of the red lips in Luo Zhenfang, and the scene in the dark room flashed in front of him. He jumped and quickly expelled the charming appearance of Hua Wuyi from his mind. I actually thought of the charming woman at this time, and I really didn't know whether to live or die.

I took a look at the spiritual stones on my body. There are 37 top spiritual stones, of which the fire spirit stones that meet my attributes are at least, only six. There are more than 100 medium-grade spiritual stones, and about 30 fire-related spiritual stones. As for the lower-grade spiritual stones, there are few. There must be no lower-grade spiritual stones stored in Xuanmingzi's ring. In the eyes of Xuanmingzi, the spiritual stones of this grade are basically like garbage in the eyes of such great monks. Most of these 100 pieces of spiritual stones were given by the elders of the sect when they worshipped the Lishan Temple on that day. Most of the spiritual stones in the previous ring were used a lot by Gan Ping, alchemy, cultivation, or arrays.

Suddenly, Gan Ping remembered something, and a small storage bag flashed in his hand, which was the sealing fee for himself by Xiao Motian. It's ridiculous that day, I was quite disdainful of this hundred low-grade spiritual stones. In this situation, I feel that this Xiao Motian has given me less. Thinking of Xiao Motian's appearance after he found out that he had disappeared, Gan Ping couldn't help sighing. What he had disappeared should have been passed back to the sect, and he didn't know how anxious his two masters were. Fortunately, the year in this witch's tomb is only one day outside, so you don't have to worry about their crazy waiting.

After inspecting the elixir in his hand, Gan Ping smiled bitterly again. Previously, he used the elixir to refine it at will, but he didn't care much. Now when he was trapped here, he found that the elixir was scarce. The previous escape, swallowing the elixir crazily, has consumed more than half of the elixir in his hand. Looking at the large and small medicine bottles in front of him, a sense of crisis rushed to Gan Ping's heart. I just stare at the high-level cultivation, and the demand for this spiritual stone elixir is quite small, but this amount can only support it for several years. This is still in the case that you don't use true mana. If you use your power, it will consume faster.

But how can you wait for death? If it really waits until the spiritual stone elixir is exhausted, that one should not work every day. Thinking of this, Gan Ping dropped the Xuanwu spirit turtle shield above his head, and I also had the Huanshan sword under my feet in my hand. Under this surface, there are no flames and endless mines in the list, and even the pervasive wind is difficult to come in. Only the heavy power of the earth wraps his body layer by layer. Although it is extremely difficult to operate the body, it can also move. The consumption of these two magic weapons at all times is really huge. In this place where there is no aura as a backup, you can consume less.

Waving the mountain sword, Gan Ping waved at the coat in front of him, and the thick land in front of him opened. With the strong force of the body and the sharpness of the mountain sword, Gan Ping actually broke through the soil layer. The sword was cut away, and the soil layer opened at hand, and a foot wide gap appeared. Seeing that the gap slowly began to heal under the influence of the power of the earth, Gan Ping did not dare to neglect it. He quickly jumped in and waved another sword.

Breaking through the soil layer with the power of the flesh is much slower than using true power, but the consumption is also much less. This is also the only way. You can't be trapped there and wait for rescue, right? God knows when a person will appear in this damn place. Even if someone passes by after a day, more than ten years have passed in this witch's tomb. Maybe by that time, I will be exhausted and turned into a dead bone.

With the stabbing of one sword after another, Gan Ping unconsciously put Ling Meng's sword-killing moves and sword meaning on the body of the sword. But I didn't expect it to be much faster. Wherever the sword front went, the soil layer opened according to the situation, which was much more convenient than using brute force to chop. Gan Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hurriedly unfolded the Ling Meng's sword and kept moving forward. God knows how wide this area is. After three days of travel, Gan Ping has consumed two low-grade spiritual stones, but it has always been dark.

At this time, Huo'er was squatting on Gan Ping's shoulder, and his little eyes flashed at Gan Ping's move, as if he were learning this Lingmeng sword. In fact, Gan Ping knew that this little thing was boring. With its restless nature, how can it endure the boundless monotonous silence? As early as yesterday, when he woke up, he showed the layer of heaven and earth that wanted to break through the top of his head, but he was dizzy by the powerful forbidden force and fell into Gan Ping's arms. Only then did he calm down and squatted on Gan Ping's shoulder and watched Gan Ping move forward.

It's also strange. I don't know why in the soil layer of this area. There is not even a trace of life, which makes Gan Ping and Huoer bored. Fortunately, there is also fire to accompany him. Otherwise, Gan Ping would have been depressed long ago. For three days, he has been using this Lingmeng sword without sleep. Gan Ping's swordsmanship has improved a lot. In addition, the endless power of the earth is used to oppress Gan Ping, which makes him stab out every sword with all his strength. In this environment, swordsmanship is naturally thousands of miles a day.

If it hadn't been for the lack of spiritual stones, Gan Ping would have wanted to go out again after practicing swordsmanship for decades. But the current crisis has appeared. The spiritual stone and elixir that had been thought could support for several years did not count the fire. The little greedy ghost had a big appetite in the first place. When he woke up, he was even more stuffed because of excessive consumption. This makes the already rare spirit stone elixirs even more overstretched. Looking at this, the spiritual stone in his hand can only last for three or five years at most. Although he only spent three days in this ground, Gan Ping also made a long-term plan to be here, because he felt that the vastness of this hell was simply beyond his imagination, not to mention that he was still thinking about a headless fly-like mistake?

Condensing the strength of his whole body, Gan Ping stabbed out with a sword, and his body also moved. After walking underground for days, he had figured out the law of the ground, and naturally chose the most energy-saving method. However, to his surprise, as soon as he bullied himself into this cracked gap, a cold light pierced him. The sharp breath made Gan Ping couldn't help shivering, and the crescent halberd that had been shining in front of Gan Ping.