Chapter 572 Recasting Juntian

The endless blood power is integrated into the blood. It is worthy of the existence of a half-step golden immortal. The power of Huo Minglie and the magic blood is simply powerful and scary, and the essence of the Mahayana monks of Fengxingyuan is also extremely pure, which is just convenient for Ganping's refining and absorption. Gan Ping is like an ancient beast, coiled in the depths of the starry sky, constantly absorbing everything that has been refined and plundered. The refined blood is integrated into itself. Zhenyuan absorbs and enhances cultivation. As for the magic weapons on these people, he has absorbed the treasures and refined their own Daluo gold body, and the remaining residues are all put into the molten gold of the sun. In the furnace, repair the lost law of heaven.

To Gan Ping's surprise, there is also a Buddha treasure on this Huo Minglie's body. This Buddha treasure looks like a diamond pestle. The divine power is actually a fairy-level existence. Maybe this is also this Huo Minglie can come to the starry sky ravaged by extraterritorial demons to find his own support.

Gan Ping no longer cares about this Buddha's magic pestle, but he did not put it into the solar melting gold furnace. This Buddha's heavy treasure can best restrain the demon clan. Now the demon clan invades. If it is refined by himself like this, it will be a little violent. As soon as he grasped the backhand, a Sensen magic tower appeared in the palm of Ganping's hand. The whole body of the magic tower was slender and surrounded by magic light. Although all the demons inside had been refined by Ganping, the fierce spirit that had been attached to it for a long time could not be melted away.

And what Gan Ping appreciates most is this fierce spirit, coupled with the fiery ape transformation, which complements each other. The fire beside him had already scratched his ears and cheeks excitedly and jumped up and down. Knowing that his master was going to refine weapons for himself, the little thing hurriedly stuffed the star sticks made of dozens of stars in his palm. The magic power of the Hercules apes to pick the stars and the moon is really mysterious. These stars have all changed to exist in the starry sky in the ancient era. The trajectory of heaven has been photographed by the fire and become weapons.

At present, Gan Ping's eyes are bright, and the stars are like crystal clear jade beads, which are slender in his eyes without a trace of cover. As soon as he pointed out, the endless flames swept up and burned the long stick condensed by the stars. Gan Ping kept taking out many rare treasures from the ring and hitting them into the long stick one by one. For Huoer, Ganping will not be stingy with materials at all. Many of the best materials are integrated into it one by one, and thousands of arrays are superimposed and superimposed in the core of this giant stick.

And the Jiuxiao Magic Palace on the side seemed to feel the crisis. The continuous tweets trembled and suddenly rose up. Looking at the posture, it was about to fly in the air. Evil, how can you be rampant? Suppress me!" Gan Ping's eyes turned, and his backhand was heavily pressed down, and immediately pressed down the fleeing Jiuxiao Demon Palace. This quality is already a magic weapon at the level of fairy weapons. Unexpectedly, he can't even support Gan Ping's casual blow. Under Gan Ping's power, he kept whining, as if he was begging for mercy.

Gan Ping ignored it. The Jiuxiao Demon Palace gathered hundreds of millions of demons and killed countless people, which had already made this magic weapon have wisdom. Although he is so clever at present, if he is released, he may provoke a lot of evil.

"The anger is derived, and everything is transformed. Go to me!" Gan Ping slapped the Jiuxiao Magic Palace into the long stick, and the artifact contained in it was under Gan Ping's palm, with a howling and dissipating. The fire was shining, and in an instant, a fierce spirit came out of the big stick. The originally slightly transparent star stick turned black as ink in an instant, and a sad howl came faintly from the stick.

"Good baby!" Gan Ping couldn't help admiring, and the fire beside him scratched his ears and cheeks, which was impatient. It was just that it also knew that it was important and could not easily interrupt the refining of the stick, so it abruptly put up with it. Then Gan Ping's palm turned sharply. On the stick, the charm pattern on the body of the self-naturalized blood knife and the array on the sun melting golden tripod were all depicted into this long stick, and the ferocity of the sky was restrained and dissipated.

However, in this re-refined Juntian stick, the streamer rotates like a stream of smoke flowing in it, which is a sign of Shen Yun's restrainedness. With a shake of the backhand, countless golden fragments flew out of the Ganping sleeves and rushed to the Juntian stick one after another. On the body of the Juntian stick, countless pattern spells were formed. Although the golden fairy rune was swept into pieces by his own sword, the remaining golden fairy law is extremely huge and contains powerful power. Naturally, Gan Ping will not let go.

This fiery is really a money-giving boy! Gan Ping couldn't help admiring in his heart that if there were two more such money-giving boys, he would make a lot of money. As soon as the palm of his hand turned over, a ball of flesh and blood appeared in the palm of Gan Ping's hand, and the angry scolding came out immediately. "Kid, I'm dead. How dare you imprison my magic air? Do you know who I am? I will devour you alive and never turn over!"

As early as when the Huoerjuntian stick exploded, Gan Ping had already put away the magic air. After defeating the magic sky, he did not see it. As soon as it was released, he jumped up and down and cursed endlessly. Gan Ping frowned slightly and smiled coldly, "Don't be so big. Look what this is!"

With that, he put the magic air on the stick of the Juntian stick, "This!" Mokong's tongue seemed to be knotted, and he immediately howled, "Impossible! How could this happen? Jiuxiao Magic Palace, why is Jiuxiao Magic Palace in your hands? Gan Ping sneered, but did not answer. He said to himself, "Mokong, on the day you took away the bell, you should think of the consequences now. I won't kill you. Be the weapon of this blade obediently!"

As he spoke, he didn't allow Mokong to speak. He patted his backhand and put the magic air together with the flesh and blood soul into the newly refined Juntian stick. The magic air screamed and howled, and was refined by the rising flame and integrated into the Juntian stick. It's ridiculous that this magic empty has been deliberately trying to seize his father's power and control the Jiuxiao Magic Palace all his life. Now he has finally got what he wanted and become the owner of the Jiuxiao Magic Palace.

In an instant, the spirit returned to its position and the divine power was born. The brilliant long stick suddenly trembled, and the divine light of the whole body began to conver. The flame on the stick slowly faded, and the whole stick immediately became simple and unpretentious. The gods are obscure and powerful and restrained! Gan Ping immediately copied the fire beside him, and a knife light spewed out of his mouth, which cut a wound on Huo's small wrist in an instant.

The little thing immediately screamed in pain, and the dark golden blood gushed, drenching the Juntian stick from beginning to end. However, the stick seemed to be alive and swallowed the blood of the fire without listening. With the current body of fire, the huge wound healed in an instant, and the blood no longer flowed out. It's not enough!" Gan Ping shouted fiercely, and another knife light flew out, reflecting the little face turned pale!

This long stick actually absorbed blood seven times, that is to say, Huoer was split seven times by Gan Pingsheng. At present, with Huoer's body, even if Gan Ping splits with the magic blood knife, it is extremely difficult. This tossing makes Gan Ping exhausted. Huo'er is even more frightened and lose so much blood, even if it is real. The mythical beasts are also a little uny.

The top of the head is covered with purple clouds, circling endlessly, and the Juntian stick below trembles endlessly. It is the coming of the heavenly disaster, and the divine soldier's disaster!