The spear moved very quickly and disappeared in a flash.
At this time, Ning Ping also saw a strange scene.
The flaming spear was clearly locked onto Wu Chuxun.
But Wu Chuxun seemed to have anticipated the trajectory of the spear and took a step forward early.
The powerful blow instantly landed in the air and disappeared at the end of the sky in a flash.
"Hey, what is this..."
Not only was the opponent, the purple-faced monk, confused, but Ning Ping was also puzzled.
"snort……"
The purple-faced monk couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and started dancing with his hands.
One after another, flaming spears shot out with great momentum, causing flames to fill the sky.
At this time, the sky above the entire Longxi City seemed to be on fire, and the entire sky was instantly illuminated red.
Ning Ping was shocked when he saw this. This was the full force of a Mahayana cultivator.
Flames wrapped around countless spears, turning into rolling waves that surged towards Wu Chuxun, who had a calm face.
Wu Chuxun remained expressionless, raising his hand and letting his long sleeves flutter.
An extremely cold air swept out, and the billowing flames that had just approached were extinguished one by one, leaving only dark spears in the sky.
Facing the gun shadows all over the sky, Wu Chuxun still strolled leisurely, as if he had foreseen all this.
Each of the pitch-black spears was avoided with ease.
At this moment, Ning Ping, who was far behind, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, as if he was suddenly stared at by something dangerous.
Wu Chuxun showed a sneer on his face, and just as all the spears were shot at him one by one, he simply flipped his hand and flicked his fingers.
"laugh……"
An ice crystal flashed and flew out.
"bite……"
With a slight sound, among the countless gun shadows, one of them deviated from its trajectory due to the impact of the ice crystals, and then collided with the other gun shadows.
The purple-faced monk who took the initiative to attack suddenly stopped and his face turned into a cautious expression.
Ning Ping, as a spectator, was even more shocked.
Just now, I suddenly felt alert. It was the purple-faced monk who had locked onto me inadvertently.
A small portion of the flaming spears that were shooting from the sky were directed at him.
However, those seemingly irregular attacks were easily seen through by Wu Chuxun who was fighting back.
With just a flick of his hand, Ning Ping was able to resolve the crisis.
This move not only requires powerful cultivation, but what is even more terrifying is the opponent's eyesight.
But at this moment Ning Ping knew that this was probably not just about amazing eyesight.
You should know that the law that Wu Chuxun practiced is the most mysterious law of reincarnation.
Although Ning Ping did not sense the power of the domain at this moment, the other party's unpredictable strength was certainly not something he could see with his eyesight.
The opponent's attacks clearly seemed to have some kind of ability to predict danger in advance, and they could often avoid it long before the danger came.
Now Ning Ping also knew this. No wonder everyone was so wary of the Wu Nian Sect.
Including the Yun family, including Old Hu, and of course the holy land.
At this time, Ning Ping looked at the opponent's rear. Once this side took action, the two directions of Longxi City were completely blocked.
In the remaining direction, many people were also quietly leaving at this moment.
Ning Ping took a glance and couldn't help but sneer. He moved immediately and intercepted him.
In his sight, some monks with balls of light in their bodies were also mixed in with the crowd and flying away.
When Ning Ping swooped down, the fleeing crowd also caused a commotion.
"Ah! They're going to kill us all! Everyone, rush out! If you don't, you'll have no chance!"
At a loud shout from the crowd, all the monks rushed out in panic, regardless of anything else.
Ning Ping swept his spiritual sense and immediately knew that the owner of the voice was the Golden Sword Elder of a holy land.
It was probably because they saw that the two powerful men who had arrived were too powerful, and those of them with low cultivation were just a burden here.
Instead of getting in the way here, it is better to get away first. Besides, you can also spread this matter to the entire cultivation world.
In this way, the reputation of the holy land may reach an unprecedented height.
Of course, this is just because they are too idealistic. Even if they go back, it will be the same dead end.
"call……"
Before the person arrived, Ning Ping raised his hand from a distance and threw a formation plate out.
Then, with a thought, the formation plate emitted a strong wave, blocking their way forward.
And in one fell swoop, they were all enveloped in it, and clouds of mist suddenly spread out.
"Everyone, be careful. Attack together. It's just a mere formation..."
At this moment, the voice from before came out again.
But in the thick fog, a sword light suddenly flashed by.
The voice that was about to continue to incite something suddenly stopped at this moment.
After a flash of sword light, a skull-piercing person flew up directly, and then a small black arrow was shot out, directly piercing through the opponent's soul.
Di Yuanju was also in the formation. Of course, he already knew the person who prevented him from leaving.
Ning Ping, he is Ning Ping from the Yun family, a rather controversial person.
What he didn't expect was that this person was so powerful.
Before, he vaguely noticed that the other party was only at the Spirit Transformation Stage, but now he has reached the Fusion Stage.
"Fellow Daoist Ning Ping, I know you were once persecuted by the Yun family. As long as you are willing, my Holy Land will definitely be your strongest support, as long as you leave with me!"
Di Yuanju looked around cautiously, and saw a thick fog that even his cultivation level and spiritual sense could not penetrate.
Faintly, from the depths of the thick fog, screams kept coming, which also frightened Di Yuanju.
All those trapped in the formation thought they had the highest level of cultivation, but they actually felt a sense of fear in their hearts.
Especially when I feel that the number of people around me is decreasing, the fear deep in my heart becomes more and more intense.
"Oh! Really? You look a little scared!"
Just when Di Yuanju was feeling uneasy, the thick fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, and Ning Ping, dressed in a green robe, was strolling out.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, listen to me. It's not too late to stop now. You are different from those Mahayana cultivators. They can just walk away, but you still have a long way to go!"
As soon as he saw Ning Ping appear, Di Yuanju immediately seized the opportunity and spoke quickly.
"What you said makes sense, but I've already killed so many of you, what can I do now?"
Ning Ping smiled helplessly.
Hearing Ning Ping say this, Di Yuanju's eyes lit up.
"It's okay. I know you've simply been bewitched by others! As long as you can open the formation, or come with me to the academy, we'll set off for the Holy Land to face the Grand Elder. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to even meet the Holy Lord!"
