At this moment, Hu Buwei looked up at the giant face that had just disappeared with a very serious look, and the shock on his face did not disappear for a long time.
Ning Ping's face also turned solemn, and he threw the words of Master Tongxuan behind his mind.
Because, just now, he could clearly sense that the Immortal Lord Luo Kun was looking at him.
Even the mockery in his eyes could be clearly felt.
This is also the power of Immortal Lord Luo Kun. Everyone sees him with a different feeling, as if he has thousands of faces.
The figures of Wu Chuxun and his group became higher and higher, until finally even the spiritual consciousness could not lock onto them.
All one could see were streaks of light getting closer and closer to the descending ball of light.
After a long time, they could vaguely be seen colliding with the slowly descending ball of light.
"boom……"
After a while, there was a loud bang and the entire space shook violently.
Everyone standing below seemed to be feeling unstable.
The central beam of light also began to twist violently.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Continuous loud noises came from the sky, accompanied by waves of air.
The ball of light that was originally descending slowly was stopped from descending, and with a roar, it actually retreated and rose upwards.
"Is that Immortal Lord Luo Kun the one in that ball of light?"
Sensing the intense power, Ma Wu of Taiqing Sect, a powerful man who was only one step away from reaching the Mahayana stage, murmured in great shock.
In this war, Taiqing Sect also reappeared in the world of cultivation, and was also the sect that rushed to the front.
After nearly two hundred years of forbearance, the overall appearance of Taiqing Sect has changed greatly, and it is on the verge of becoming the number one sect in the world of cultivation again.
Gradually, the ball of light above the nine heavens completely disappeared into the clouds again.
“Boom boom boom!”
The huge noise continued to spread to the bottom without stopping, and from time to time, there was a bright light in the clouds.
Huge waves would occasionally be transmitted downwards.
Being able to sense it clearly from such a long distance shows how fierce the fight above is.
Everyone was eager to fight at this moment and wanted to witness their exciting fighting scenes with their own eyes.
Just at this moment, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and his eyes swept around.
One figure after another was coming closer and surrounding their group.
Just a glance revealed that there were hundreds of thousands of them, and the ones behind them gave him a feeling of being countless.
"Be careful! People from the Holy Land are coming!"
As the words fell, everyone was finally shocked. The fighting spirit aroused by the battle above their heads finally had a place to vent.
The place where they are standing now is also the retreat route for Wu Chuxun and his group, and they must not lose it.
"Yun Family cultivators, spread out and join forces to fight the enemy!"
Ning Ping had an idea at this moment, and he shouted and started to make arrangements in advance.
The Yun family cultivators knew this very well as they had already mastered the technique to activate the back door of the alchemy technique.
It will also be more effective in the upcoming melee.
Ning Ping threw out the formation plate without reservation at this time, and the formation plate immediately unfolded quietly, but he did not activate it immediately. Now is not a good time.
"Kill these outsiders!"
Some of the leading monks from the Holy Land shouted loudly to encourage the people behind them.
This time they were clearly organized, even the formation was very neat.
The dozen or so people in front are all Mahayana monks, and they are basically the indigenous people of the holy land.
Perhaps due to the rules of heaven and earth, the indigenous people here cannot ascend through the Holy Light Ceremony like the monks outside.
That's why there are so many of them.
The good news is that they cannot escape from this cage, otherwise the entire cultivation world would have long been ruled by the Holy Land.
At this time, Ning Ping saw his old acquaintance, Yu Tianxiao, in the crowd.
At this moment, he was looking at this side with an angry face, but he was obviously very cautious and not reckless.
They moved closer, obviously concerned about the faint fluctuations of the formation in front of them.
At this moment, Ning Ping's mind moved, and he communicated with the three Mahayana cultivators beside him and the Yun family's Fusion cultivator at the same time.
"Later, you will prioritize killing the Mahayana cultivators with all your strength! I will assist you from the side!"
"Okay! No problem! With that spell, it should be easy to kill!"
After hearing this, they immediately agreed with great excitement. Thinking of being able to participate in killing the Mahayana cultivators, all the Yun family cultivators were filled with fighting spirit.
"kill!"
"kill!"
After hesitating for a while, amidst a burst of shouts and screams, the monks from the holy land finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward.
Suddenly, they emitted dazzling light and rushed straight towards this side.
The magic weapon in his hand was raised high, and powerful power emanated from it, as if it was about to strike at the next moment.
The entire surroundings suddenly became brightly lit, as if it was about to drown them all.
This is the main practice of the indigenous people of the holy land, the Pro-Holy Light Ceremony, and a strong aura of the law of light also emanates from it.
The dazzling light stung people's eyes and caused them to feel a sharp pain. People here closed their eyes one after another, and some monks even used magic weapons to block their eyes.
At this moment, Ning Ping's eyes suddenly lit up. With a thought, a thick fog condensed in the area within several miles around him in an instant.
The sudden emergence of thick fog instantly enveloped the monks from the holy land who were advancing in front, and at the same time blocked the dazzling light.
However, under Ning Ping's control of spiritual consciousness, the thick fog had no effect on the people on his side.
In their eyes, the light ahead is simply brighter.
"Take action!" Ning Ping shouted softly, and with a thought he began to activate the magic formula.
"Um……"
"Um……"
Several muffled groans were heard, and the originally concentrated offensive momentum suddenly stagnated.
And at this moment, several rays of light suddenly lit up, and heads flew up one by one.
As a Mahayana cultivator, his grasp of the timing of battle is certainly not comparable to that of the cultivators from the holy land.
Ning Ping simply thought about it and activated the Soul Refining Mountain through the spirit of the weapon.
Those souls that had lost their bodies were pulled by a huge force as soon as they came to their senses, and their faces suddenly showed horror.
A huge dark mountain appeared in front of them.
This huge mountain cannot be seen by others, as if it is in an invisible void.
The giant mountain has an extremely powerful pressure. Just one glance at it will give you a feeling of powerlessness in your heart. Moreover, the giant mountain also emits infinite suction.
No matter how they struggled, they were dragged into the huge mountain one by one.
“Boom boom boom…”
At this time, attacks from all directions finally arrived. Under Ning Ping's deliberate control, the formation was not responsible for all the attacks.
