Chapter 628 Qingluan
"In my door, we should guard the superiority and inferiority of the elders and children, carry forward our school, and inherit everything..." The nagging words in Gan Ping's sea of knowledge make Gan Ping speechless, but the extreme pressure makes Gan Ping dare not take it lightly. After breaking through several levels in a row, I didn't expect that what I finally faced was a test on the soul.
This huge rune treasure is like a star burning in front of him, which seems to be the eternal pressure, which almost suppresses Ganping's soul so much that it can't breathe. However, the nagging words are still endless like a dream, floating around Gan Ping's ear, and there are only useless words over and over again, which makes him extremely irritable, but there is no way to attack.
The more so, the flame in my heart became more and more fierce. "Enough!" In Gan Ping's soul, countless huge thoughts rushed out and turned into a huge knife. The array on it was faint, as if it were a little similar to the blood-chemical knife. The mind is clear, and Gan Ping has realized that he has entered this fantasy. If he can't get out, he will obviously get lost in this nagging.
The light of the knife swept all over the sky, and in an instant, it tore the sky in front of it. In this knife, there is endless determination. The wisdom sword is held high and cut everything! With the cut down of Gan Ping's knife, the imperial edict on his head, the magic capital of Xuantian Dongling Town, was immediately pressed down. As if he wanted to teach this arrogant boy a lesson, Gan Ping spewed out a mouthful of blood, his left knee fell to the ground, and the bones on his body made a creaking sound.
"Drink!" With a roar, under this terrible pressure, Gan Ping's body was shining brightly. The big Luo Jin body immediately ran wildly, and his figure also stood up step by step. However, at this time, the chatter in the air was extremely loud, and the voice suddenly changed, revealing a little murderous intention. "Before you get started, do you have to bully the master and destroy your ancestors? Where is the guardian Qingluan?
With the sound, a clear phoenix sound resounded through the sky, and an emerald green figure appeared in the air at some point, attacking Gan Ping fiercely. The mythical beast Qingluan?" Gan Ping was shocked. He saw a green feather all over his body, with divine light on his body, a red crown on the top of his head, and his eyes were as bright as electricity, and he was rushing at him fiercely.
Qingluan, also known as Cangluan, is the legendary upper god bird. It is in line with the divine bird phoenix. It is the king of birds and the mythical beast of the wooden genus. It's just that Gan Ping felt that the green Luan in front of him seemed to be different from the legendary wooden god bird, and there was no pressure of the legendary top level. The slightly illusory body made Gan Ping have a trace of understanding. Obviously, this green Luan was transformed by a secret method, but at this moment, it was too late to think about it. The sharp spear-like beak was approaching Gan Ping's eyebrows.
The wood belongs to wind and thunder. The whole Qingluan is like a flag gun hanging upside down, hitting Gan Ping below with a heavy attack. It was 60 moments in a flick of a flick of his finger, and less than ten minutes, it came to him in front of him. It's really fast and unbreakable! Gan Ping dodged in a hurry, but it was too late. The moan sounded like tearing leather. Gan Ping's figure staggered to the side, and his face was already bloody.
A terrible wound in the middle of his eyebrows, one ran through the tip of his nose. Fortunately, in the most dangerous lesson, Gan Ping finally dodged, otherwise under this blow, his soul would definitely be extinguished. He looked at the Qingluan in shock and angrily. Gan Ping's back was already a cold sweat, and he was afraid for a while. Without any sign, so many strong winds and waves have broken through, and I almost fell into this small gutter.
Although there is no powerful law power on the beak of Qingluan, the terrible speed alone is enough to penetrate Ganping's sea of knowledge and kill together with the physical soul! Inadvertently, he had walked away from the Hall of the King of Yan. Gan Ping gently stroked the wound on his forehead, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. The ancient monk's methods were really extreme. In the face of those who were about to inherit, he actually laid these means.
In ancient times, killings were everywhere, and the fight was much more fierce than now. Therefore, all the sects that can be handed down are the best at that time, and they are even more decisive. It's better to lack than to abuse. This is the creed of the ancient monks who chose the heirs. If Gan Ping can't escape this raid and die, then I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it will take to open again.
"What a green Luan!" When he turned his hand and pressed it, a colorful fan appeared in Gan Ping's palm, which was the five fires and seven bird fans. This treasure fan has rarely been used since Ganping entered the lockdown. Although there are several strange inflammations in it, the grade is still only the middle grade. In the face of the top masters, it is useless at all. These five fire and seven bird fans need seven divine bird feathers to be refined. Unfortunately, Gan Ping only got a wing feather of a dark evil phoenix and a three-legged golden black feather.
Although the underworld evil and poisonous phoenix is named as the phoenix, it is just a branch of the phoenix. Although the poisonous fire is terrible, it is not a pure fire god bird. Although the three-legged golden black was quite famous in ancient times, it was worse than this green owl. What's more, what did Gan Ping get was not the most powerful wing feather, but just a feather. Therefore, although this treasure fan can be rampant when Ganping's cultivation is low, now there are lessons that are unbearable.
At the moment when he was staggered with death, Gan Ping had already seen clearly the body of the green phantom, which was a green green wing! What's the reason why you don't want the treasure sent to your door? Obviously, this is a test laid by the Dongling real person here to accept the inheritor of the mantel. The spiritual power of the winged is faint, which is obviously obtained from the twenty-fourth-level mythical beast Qingluan. The twenty-fourth-level mythical beast Qingluan stimulates all the blood, which is enough to be comparable to the Daluo Jinxian. I think that this winged Ling must be the Dongling real person does not know from. Where did you get it? After some refining, it was placed in this array. Otherwise, with the strength of Taiyi Jinxian, how dare he pluck hair at this Qingluan?
With just one wing, it has almost killed Gan Ping, which is comparable to Jinxian's combat power. It can be seen how terrible this realm of Daluo Jinxian is. Thanks to the wings that contain only a trace of true spirit now, if the body is here, I'm afraid it will be enough to kill Gan Ping between the backhands.
He was really sleepy and met the pillow. Gan Ping was distressed by his magic weapon Xuanbing, but now he accidentally met this thing, which is really exciting. However, in a breath, the huge wound on Gan Ping's face had closed, and only the most seriously injured place in the center of his eyebrows was still flashing with a trace of lightning. It is the wood thunder that Qingluan turned into.
If you can refine this divine bird feather into your own five fire and seven bird fan, especially this wooden divine bird, it can stimulate the power of this treasure fan. The so-called wood makes fire. The biggest disadvantage of this treasure fan at present is its lack of power. In the face of the top masters, it lacks the power of one blow. If the feathers of this wooden bird can be refined as the core of the flame, it can stimulate the secret magic power of this treasure fan.
Thinking of this, Gan Ping's heart was already hot, and he flashed and fought with the Qingluan transformed by the wing. Gritting his teeth fiercely, Gan Ping took out dozens of second-grade flying swords and put a small Vientiane killing sword array in the air. If he wanted to get this wing intact, it was impossible not to pay some price. With the burst of a handle of Xuanbing, the Qingluan was also forced to a dead corner by Gan Ping. After all, it was just a dead thing. Even if it was so terrible, it only caused damage to Gan Ping with the help of his unexpected advantage. Now Gan Ping has slowed down and fights steadily step by step. Naturally, he has compressed it. A corner.
"Come out!" With a loud shout, Gan Ping broke the Qingluan's body protection light with a palm. A gorgeous wing lingering with a green light appeared in front of the Gan plane. Gan Ping was so happy that he quickly urged the refining of the five fires and seven bird fans to absorb the floating wings. When this treasure fan was refined, it had left a lot of vacancy in case of today's event. With the demon immortal body as the handle and thousands of spirit bird feathers as the help, the green wing slowly turned into a ruler's length, attached to the blank of the layers of rune urn, which is the core of the stalk.
With a shake of his hand, a green spiritual vein that was escaping in the distance was immediately caught in the palm of Gan Ping's hand and flew this way. The monk who originally chased this spiritual vein saw Gan Ping's action. He immediately saluted slightly and turned to chase the dragon transformed by other spiritual veins. The spiritual veins of this list of Yipin wandered endlessly in the palm of Ganping's hand. A mass of flames rolled. In an instant, countless impurities were refined into wisps of smoke. Originally, there was only a foot long under a giant dragon's eye that was several miles long. It wandered around Gan Ping's fingertips like a thin line, hitting Gan Ping's palm from time to pleases.
This spiritual vein that generates divine wisdom also knows the power of the congenital silence in Gan Ping's palm, and does not dare to disobey Gan Ping at all. Gan Ping ignored him, and the mythical beast knocked out the thin line and wrapped it layer by layer on the wing of the treasure fan in front of him. Tens of thousands of soul thoughts swept out, and layers of arrays were imprinted on the five fires and seven bird fans, and the hole of virtual cold smoke Qingming Shenyan also instantly attached to it, refining this wood spiritual object. If the silent destructing Shenyan is used, it is inevitable to damage the source. If it is replaced by this cold god fire, it is obviously more complete.
In an instant, the treasure fan became, and thousands of glows shone, shocking the monks in the distance. Yu Ion looked at the treasure fan in Gan Ping's palm with a charming face. Obviously, it was already a magic weapon at the peak of the best. Even if it was far from the fairy weapon, it was only a line away. He nodded with satisfaction. Gan Ping's slender and powerful fingers had been put on the handle of the fan. Suddenly, he waved his hand, and a finger was thick and bright red light spewed out, "Taihao Xuanyan God Needle!"