Gan Qi kept laughing: "Your IQ is really not low, but unfortunately IQ is later. People have too much confidence in this life and will eventually get beaten."

"Ganqi, the mountain is about to fall, and there are no more and no more and never fall, you are all just native chickens and tiles. Once my master comes, you will definitely have no way to live. If you want to have a way to live, you can let me go quickly."

The IQ of the Dead Immortal is really online, and it makes sense. If you don’t fall down, you won’t fall down. Then you will be a native chicken and tile dog, and your blood is hidden and unstoppable.

Even Ganqi nodded: "Well, you're right."

The dead immortal was overjoyed: "Gan Qi, with your talent, you have devoted yourself to the Blood Hidden Sect. My master loves talents the most and will be valued. As long as you let me go, you and I will not blame you. From now on, brothers of the same school will work together to ascende to ascend!"

Gan Qi's magic tricks were still there, but he shook his head again: "It's a pity that the ancestor Xueyin dared not come and did not come to the mountain, otherwise he would not have sent you to die. At this time, he was afraid that he would be hiding in a corner and was in a panic all day long, fearing that his injuries would be difficult to heal, so he would be killed if he came out."

"Gan Qi, if you can bluff for a hundred years without falling, how can you bluff for a lifetime? Just wait for my master's injuries to heal, you will definitely regain your bluff. You don't want to leave a way out for yourself?" The dead immortal was a little anxious, anxious to convince Gan Qi.

Gan Qi suddenly stopped the magic trick in his hand and pinched his palm.

Looking at the little Yuanying imprisoned in the air, she immediately felt full of pain and struggled.

"Ganqi, what do you want to do?" The dead immortal shouted in pain!

Gan Qi opened his mouth slightly, and a small sword pill was suspended in front of him, saying, "My sword pill has been warm for more than 700 years and has produced some wisdom of sword spirit, but I have never been very satisfied. Today, with you, a small Yuanying, you can take shape with me! In this way, my sword spirit can be considered a little more satisfying."

"You... use the Nascent Soul to raise the sword spirit. Even if you are evil demons, you, a disciple of the righteous path, can you have such a cruel method to teach people to know that you... you will be immediately despised by everyone, and you can't do this!" The Dead Immortal was anxious, and he was really anxious, so he was almost begging for mercy.

"No one uses this method now, just because the Nascent Soul is hard to find. In ancient times, there were many people using this method." Gan Qi also explained that when he dug a grave and got the method of raising sword spirits, he also felt very cruel.

But from the moment Gan Qi got this method, he kept warming the flying sword and never let the flying sword take shape again. He used the sword pill for seven hundred years.

Gan Qi is like this just to wait for a Nascent Soul. Even if there are so few people in the world, Gan Qi has to wait for this Nascent Soul.

I finally waited for today!

"You, you...you can't do this!"

Gan Qi ignored it and said a little, as if he was recalling the key points of the Dharma: "First apply spiritual wisdom... and then practice his soul..."

"Give me your life, Gan Qi!" The dead immortal was a man. It was not until the last moment that he spoke the true words of begging for mercy.

It's just that it's too early to say it late, it doesn't make sense to Gan Qi. Gan Qi has already made up his mind and his heart is as hard as iron. Even if I don't fall, I teach Gan Qi to be as hard as iron as iron. Begging for mercy or not begging for mercy will not affect what Gan Qi wants to do.

The dead immortal's Nascent Soul no longer has any words, and it becomes more and more faint. His expression is like a wise child, with simple eyes and looking around, and he has no wisdom at all, and he has no idea that he is about to be destroyed and the world.

After two or three thousand years of practice, one will die in the end.

I don’t know how long it took, but Gan Qi’s hand that had been put on his chest and used the magic tricks finally took it back, with a smile on his face.

A flying sword that was the size of a palm was suspended in front, restless and jumping left and right.

Gan Qi opened his mouth slightly: "Xiaotian Xiaotian!"

The hilt of the flying sword was really moved when he heard this, as if he nodded.

"Good sword, good sword." Gan Qi's tone was a little excited.

The flying sword echoed left and right several times to express its response.

"Go and take this man's Qiankun bag!" Gan Qi actually directed the flying sword to do such a complicated thing. Not only did he command, Gan Qi also looked expectant and waited.

Sure enough, the flying sword flashed away and appeared next to the dead immortal's corpse like a soft rope. Then the flying sword walked around the lace of the Qiankun bag several times, shook slightly, and the lace was broken.

The Nascent Soul's powerful treasure is an indestructible thing, and the lace is extremely tough, but it can be split with a slight shaking of the flying sword. It can be seen that the flying sword is extremely sharp.

The flying sword flashed again with the Qiankun bag and appeared at Gan Qi's hand. Gan Qi raised his hand to take the Qiankun bag and was even more happy: "It's really a good sword, and I can only realize the fun of the ancient monk."

Gan Qi was not satisfied with this kind of sword spirit's wisdom, but was very satisfied.

Nowadays, people are like dead objects when they command, and they have to use a lot of spiritual energy and spirit, just like Gan Qi's sudden rise when he was in a hurry and was unable to exert the strongest ability of the flying sword. Only by preparing later can the strongest sword be used.

This is because of the spirituality of the flying sword. It is not spiritual enough, so it is naturally difficult to control the sword.

Once the flying sword has a very high intelligence, it is no longer like an arm, but a combination of mind and mind. With a thought, the sword will appear like thunder.

The excited Gan Qi came and went on the sword again, making the flying sword fly everywhere. When the thought of it sincerely, the flying sword immediately ran around as he pleased, and even the flying sword itself carried the joy that Gan Qi could feel.

After a long time, Gan Qi opened his mouth slightly, and the flying sword flashed and disappeared without a trace.

While excited, Gan Qi began to explore the Qiankun bag in his hand. The restriction was several levels, and it was probably difficult to untie it for a moment.

But when Gan Qi spitted out the flying sword again, the flying sword did not even have a light, and he returned to Gan Qi's body as soon as he entered and exited, and the Qiankun bag had already broken the ban, and the flying sword cut the ban.

"Wealthy, this is really rich. If you rob a family, you will have money." Gan Qi was a little surprised. The bottom of this dead immortal was really thick. There were nearly 100 top-grade spirit stones, and the number of middle-grade spirit stones was as high as 600 million. There were countless other things.

In Gan Qi's opinion, although the family was a minor path, it was also a big boost.

Gan Qi didn't check it anymore, poured the thing into his Qiankun bag, and then looked at the dead immortal corpse that had already died underground, and pondered for a moment.

Then he murmured to himself: "The powerful immortal of Xueyin Yuanying died... He was disturbed by the mountain of Wuhuoshan, and was killed by the sword of Wuhuoxian. He died and even the Yuanying was destroyed... This gimmick is good. The righteous person must run around and tell him when he heard this. The evil demons and heretics must be frightened. If the ancestor Xueyin knew about it, he would be afraid to hide in a corner and not dare to come out..."
Chapter completed!