"Are you colluding with the demons?"
In an instant, the purple-faced monk thought of a possibility and exclaimed.
"You don't have to worry about that. Without your holy land, the demons are no longer a threat!"
Yun Jian stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly.
Wu Chuxun, who was in the distance, stood quietly by the side, as if he had not even made a move, and looked as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Alright! If that's the case, then come! The Holy Light will surely illuminate the entire world of cultivation!"
A hint of ferocity flashed in the purple-faced monk's eyes. He roared and rushed towards the few people.
At the same time, his entire body exuded a terrifying power.
"Oh no! He's going to self-destruct! Be careful!" Yun Jian's expression changed slightly, and he immediately flashed to stand beside Ning Ping.
However, Ning Ping's eyes flashed repeatedly, and he had no fear at all, because he saw Shen Qingyao still standing there motionless, with no intention of moving at all.
Sure enough, as soon as the other party approached, Shen Qingyao moved, raised her hand and swept it away with her long sleeves.
"Whoosh^" an extremely cold gust of wind instantly swept towards the other party.
Even though he was dozens of feet away, Ning Ping couldn't help but shiver all over.
In an instant, the purple-faced monk who was rushing towards him from the opposite side also slowed down rapidly in the cold wind.
The purple-faced monk, with a look of fear on his face, tried his best to move his body, but it was still no use.
A layer of ice condensed all over his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the violent fluctuations in his body seemed to be restrained.
Before he could rush to the front of the few people, the purple-faced monk turned into an ice sculpture. At this moment, even the terrified expression on the other party's face was frozen.
"Sister Chuxun, awesome!"
Only then did Ning Ping give a thumbs up and give a sincere compliment.
Yun Jian, who was standing in front of Ning Ping at this moment, was so shocked that he stood still.
This is the true strength of this Wu Nian Sect Master!!!
As a fellow Mahayana cultivator, I actually have a feeling that I will never be able to reach that level, and a deep sense of powerlessness arises in my heart.
"Hmph! Stop flattering me and start fighting!"
Wu Chuxun glanced at the other person unhappily, and then his expression turned cold.
"Okay!"
Ning Ping responded happily, his eyes fixed on the ice sculpture.
At once, dozens of pitch-black arrows shot out and penetrated the body of the defenseless purple-faced monk one by one.
The purple-faced monk was unable to move at all. Apart from the fear in his eyes, he could only watch helplessly as the other party acted.
A pure spiritual power came again, continuously merging into the Soul Refining Mountain.
Fortunately, after refining the Soul Refining Mountain, his own soul also reached a bottleneck and could no longer increase.
Otherwise, with himself and the Soul Refining Mountain, two major sources of spiritual power, it would be difficult for Ning Ping to distribute the resources.
However, this Soul Refining Mountain seemed like a bottomless pit. It swallowed up the souls of two Mahayana cultivators in succession, but there didn't seem to be much change. This also made Ning Ping very shocked.
After a while, everything finally stopped, and two more gray-white corpses appeared on the ground.
Ning Ping felt a slight emotion in his heart, and casually shot out two fireballs. Two balls of fire exploded in an instant, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.
Two Mahayana monks from the holy land also died!
After doing all this, Ning Ping looked at the hundreds of thousands of monks who were silent in Longxi City.
"Don't worry, we won't make things difficult for you! You're safe! All the rumors about the Holy Land before were not just rumors, they're all true! Okay, go back. You don't need to be stationed here anymore!"
With Ning Ping's comfort, the monks finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After a few people took the lead and flew away, all the cultivators scattered like birds and beasts, and soon the entire Longxi City became a deserted city.
Wu Chuxun's figure flashed slightly and he went straight to the entrance of the passage, and then he became quiet again.
Just as Ning Ping and Yun Jian had just caught up, a faint aura of demons emerged from the entrance of the passage ahead.
Seeing this, Ning Ping couldn't help but feel moved. It seemed that the demons were also paying attention to the situation here, and it seemed that the real culprit was about to appear.
Then the demonic energy could be clearly heard, and in a blink of an eye, the entire passage ahead was occupied by the pitch-black demonic energy.
"Oh my! You guys are really punctual, not bad! You didn't let me down! Bashano, that's great! I'll remember you for a big achievement when I get back!"
With a dull sound, a short and burly man walked out.
As he spoke, his small eyes kept scanning Ning Ping and the others.
"Master Demon Ancestor Hun Tian, this is my responsibility!" Beside him, Bashano was standing with his hands behind his back with a respectful look on his face.
While speaking, he also directly pointed out the other party's identity, verifying the guesses of several people.
Several people looked at the two people who had just appeared calmly. There was no doubt that the person in front of them was the demon they had been waiting for.
But at this moment Ning Ping had a strange look on his face. If this person was really the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian, then this was indeed different from what he had thought.
At that time, in the underground cave of Ruolin Star, the man who called himself the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian had a giant hand that was as terrifying as a tiger.
Therefore, in his own imagination, the other party was also a towering giant...
Could it be that the other party is just a clone?
Just as Ning Ping was looking at the other party, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian's eyes flashed and he stared at Ning Ping, with a hint of doubt on his face.
"You are Hun Tian!!"
Just as the other party was looking at Ning Ping unscrupulously, Wu Chuxun frowned and showed a hint of displeasure.
"Yes, I am the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian!!"
Just as he withdrew his gaze, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian looked Wu Chuxun up and down again, and knew that the three people opposite him were mainly this woman.
"Okay! That's all right, just turn around and follow us!"
Wu Chuxun nodded silently and gave the order casually.
"Okay! No problem!"
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian nodded in agreement without hesitation, but suddenly his brows furrowed and his expression became startled.
"That's not right! Who are you to dare to order me, the dignified Demon Ancestor, like this?"
As he spoke, demonic energy began to surge throughout his body, and a demonic shadow several dozen feet tall appeared behind him.
As soon as the demonic figure appeared, it opened its eyes wide and stared at Wu Chuxun below.
But Wu Chuxun still looked at the other person calmly, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
There was even a hint of mockery in his eyes!
When Ning Ping saw this demonic shadow, his eyes lit up slightly, and he instantly sensed the familiar feeling.
"You are Hun Tian, right? Listen carefully!"
So he stepped forward, puffed out his chest, and shouted softly.
"This one is world-renowned, feared by all, feared by demons, and even shied away from by holy places! The master of the Wu Nian Sect, whose cultivation is unfathomable and whose mystery is incomparable! Fairy Wu Nian!"
