"Unfortunately, the one who wants to destroy your holy land is also me!"
As he spoke, Ning Ping also showed a bright smile on his face.
Countless sword energies shot back from all directions and directly penetrated into the body.
At this moment, the surroundings in the formation became quiet, foreshadowing the already predetermined fate of the others.
"Why did you attack the Holy Land and me? I, Di Yuanju, don't seem to have committed any crime, fellow Daoist! Besides, I am the Holy Land's Holy Lord, and I am wholeheartedly devoted to my fellow Daoists. Why would you do this?"
Realizing that Ning Ping was using the opportunity of talking to him to strangle others, Di Yuanju gave up his fantasy.
It has come to this point, so it would be better to fight to the death right away, so that you can get a chance to survive with the help of others.
At this moment, his vigilance towards the person in front of him has reached its peak.
"It's true that you haven't sinned against me, but the problem lies with your Holy Lord. There's nothing I can do!"
Ning Ping explained briefly with an expressionless face, and the energy in his body began to surge.
"Wait! My holy land has never been afraid of others..." Just when Di Yuanju was about to say something, Ning Ping's figure opposite him disappeared strangely.
At this moment, the space beside him was slightly distorted, and a fist suddenly came towards him.
Fortunately, he was also on full alert at this moment. With a thought, a huge axe flashed and blocked in front of him.
"boom……"
The fist hit the giant axe directly, but a strange force directly penetrated into the opponent's body without any hindrance.
This is Ning Ping's unique and strange force that simulates the opponent's energy fluctuations.
In an instant, the power of Tongtian Fist blasted into the opponent's body.
"Ah..." Di Yuanju exclaimed, his expression suddenly changing.
The energy in the body responded immediately, trying to calm the power raging in the body.
Just as the opponent was struggling to calm down, Ning Ping threw several punches in succession without stopping.
Along with it, there were also flashes of small black arrows.
Faced with the continuous attacks and the violent fluctuations in his body, Di Yuanju did not dare to resist and retreated quickly, but suddenly his expression changed drastically.
At this moment, suddenly a dark blue arrow flashing with a terrifying electric arc appeared from behind him and flew out of the void, directly into his back.
“Sizzle…”
In an instant, Di Yuanju was immediately enveloped by thunder and lightning, his entire soul was stunned, and there was a moment of blankness in his mind.
Although he recovered in the blink of an eye, he could no longer dodge the punches coming from the front and the black arrows that made his heart palpitate.
“Boom boom…”
After a series of loud noises, a sharp pain came from the soul.
Before I could do anything, my mind went blank.
At this time, Ning Ping's figure reappeared, and his aura gradually calmed down.
"It seems that he still can't withstand a lot of fighting! Fusion stage, not bad!"
At this moment, after Ning Ping broke through the fusion, and obtained the Soul Refining Mountain, although his soul did not completely devour the opponent, his soul was strengthened again.
From the attack just now, I could vaguely sense that even if I just shot the Soul-Devouring Arrow, the opponent would probably be unable to withstand it.
After everything was cleaned up, Ning Ping had a thought, and the thick fog around him suddenly rolled back, and everything around him became clear again.
There were still quite a few people standing sparsely in the formation, but without exception, they were all silent, staring at Ning Ping, who was smiling at the moment, with a look of horror on their faces.
"You are safe now. Fortunately you kept your hands under control!"
At this moment, in the formation, there were only a few people who were too timid and scared to take any action.
There were people lying all over the place, but without exception, they were all from the Holy Land, and some of them dared to resist in desperation.
After Ning Ping finished speaking, he thought about it, and the entire formation was instantly withdrawn and turned into a formation plate.
"What? You still want to stay here?" Seeing that everyone was afraid to move, Ning Ping shouted in annoyance.
"Senior...Senior, are you really willing to let us go?" At this time, someone in the crowd finally asked cautiously.
"That's right! You are not from the Holy Land, and I, Ning Ping, am not a bloodthirsty person. Of course, I won't touch you!"
Ning Ping grinned, but this smile seemed somewhat ferocious in the eyes of the other people.
But Ning Ping himself was of course unaware of this.
"That's more...more seniors!"
Finally, there were some brave people who carefully avoided Ning Ping and slowly moved away.
He was afraid that any big movement would anger the killer in front of him.
He only flew away with all his might after walking a considerable distance, fearing that the other party would go back on his word again.
Ning Ping was floating in the air, gazing towards Longxi City. At this moment, no one dared to act rashly.
At this time, those Mahayana monks were also fighting fiercely in mid-air.
Wu Chuxun still looked calm and composed, and it even seemed like he was joking.
On the other hand, Yun Jian and the square-faced monk had a fierce battle.
As a Mahayana cultivator, it is not easy to kill the opponent quickly.
The two of them were surrounded by hurricanes.
The square-faced monk continued to conjure up stone walls to block the wind blades coming from all directions.
When he had some free time, he pinched his fingers together and huge rocks dozens of feet long fell from the sky.
Yun Jian had no choice but to directly drive the hurricane to destroy the huge rocks that were pressing down on him one by one, or sweep them to the side.
At this time, Wu Chuxun, who was far away, glanced at Ning Ping.
Then his aura changed slightly, and his eyes focused on the purple-faced monk who was concentrating all his strength to fight.
The purple-faced monk suddenly opened his hands, and all the fire spiritual energy within a thousand miles was mobilized.
The temperature in the entire airspace rose sharply, and many buildings in Longxi City were inexplicably set on fire.
As he urged, the spear in his hand was thrown into the air.
Countless flames condensed from the void and then penetrated into the spear.
In the blink of an eye, a giant spear that was ten thousand feet long and burning with flames appeared above his head.
"kill……"
All I heard was him roaring angrily and pointing fiercely at Wu Chuxun in front of him.
At this moment, the towering spear above his head moved violently, leaving a trail of flame, and then stabbed forward in a flash.
After launching this full-strength attack, the purple-faced monk's aura seemed to have weakened somewhat.
But even so, Wu Chuxun on the opposite side still had a calm expression, as if the target of the powerful flaming spear was not him.
