Wu Chuxun waved his hand and threw out a bronze mirror, which instantly transformed into a towering ice wall, protecting the few people behind it.
But even this ice wall quickly melted away in the light.
The direction where Ning Ping was located was melting even faster.
"Hurry down, this guy is targeting you!"
Wu Chuxun shouted softly, then swung his sleeve towards Ning Ping from a distance.
Ning Ping's body suddenly felt lighter, and he disappeared in a flash. At an extremely fast speed, the beam of light was right in front of him.
Just as Ning Ping was about to rush into the beam of light, he turned his head and looked back.
The towering ice wall that Wu Chuxun had just cast had completely melted away, revealing the true form of the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror.
As soon as the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror appeared, it immediately turned into a huge mirror that covered the sky and the sun, completely obscuring the world.
Of course, this also includes the light emitted by the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.
"Buzz..."
The invisible power of the light hit the bronze mirror, and a buzzing sound suddenly resounded throughout the world, and everyone couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Under this shock, the soul was in a trance.
Suddenly, all of them seemed to disappear.
The world in the mirror!
Ning Ping suddenly realized at this moment that this seemed to be the true power of the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror.
At this moment, Ning Ping also rushed into the light column, and his whole body immediately fell rapidly downwards.
Just like traveling through a time tunnel, at a certain moment the holy land below appeared before the eyes again.
It was not until then that Ning Ping felt a sense of relief all over.
As soon as his spiritual sense swept over, he was illuminated by the opponent's light for a while, and the energy that had just recovered in his body was consumed again.
When I raised my hands, I saw that not only my exposed palms, but also my face and the skin on my body seemed to have melted.
He felt weak all over, and had been seriously injured without realizing it.
Ning Ping raised his hand and stuffed a handful of pills into his mouth again. Under the stimulation of his skills, his injuries began to recover quickly.
"What a powerful martial art!" Ning Ping felt a palpitation at this time.
Just now I just felt numb all over, who would have thought that without realizing it, I would have such great power.
It’s hard to imagine how much pressure Wu Chuxun and his companions, who are confronting them head-on, must be under.
In my heart, I became even more wary of this Immortal Lord Luo Kun.
In a flash, the surface injuries recovered, but the injuries on the body had to continue to recover slowly.
After a while, the people who were looking up below could clearly see Ning Ping landing steadily on the altar in an instant.
"How is Ning Ping?" Shen Qingyao came to him as soon as he landed, and looked him up and down with a look of concern.
"Brother! Has that bad guy been beaten to death?" Yoona jumped in front of him and opened her eyes wide with anticipation.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. That bad guy is almost unable to hold on!"
Ning Ping smiled at Shen Qingyao, then reached out and rubbed Yoona's head.
But everyone naturally sensed the injuries on Ning Ping's body, and the faint sounds of fighting still coming from the sky above their heads.
"Ning Ping, we all heard a loud noise just now, and then we all sensed a strange aura! Is it done?"
At this time, Hu Buwei also walked forward, with a slight glint in his eyes. Although he understood something in his heart, he still looked expectant.
"It lived up to my expectations! The formation that sealed off our cultivation world has been broken! From now on, our cultivation world will be able to ascend again!"
Ning Ping nodded slightly at him, confirming what the other person was thinking.
"Haha! Great, that's great! This battle was worth it! Great!!"
Hu Buwei and the people around him also cheered.
Even Yun Jian, who had been calm all the time, nodded repeatedly with joy on his face.
There is no doubt that after this battle, the Yun family's reputation will probably reach the pinnacle of the cultivation world.
The person who achieved this feat was none other than this unremarkable young man in front of us.
Although the other party has never intended to change his surname to Yun, who cares? It is not impossible for the entire Yun family to change their surname to Ning.
Thinking of this, my mind was full of imagination and my eyes were flashing.
"Ning Ping, just now I really wanted to go up with you to see the world! You are really amazing!"
At this time, Yuan Qi and his companions, who were old acquaintances of the demon clan and whose true form was the Blood-Eyed Demon Ape, also came forward to greet them.
"It will certainly be much easier if you come with me, but it's also a relief to have you all here. You all have made an invaluable contribution!"
Ning Ping looked at the half of the figure left in front of him, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart.
He Ling, Lei Peng, Zi Xian and others also took the opportunity to greet him.
Among them, Lei Peng, who had a conflict with Ning Ping, was also impressed. The little resentment he had before had now disappeared.
The Xuan Yue Sword Sect's group was fine, with only two seriously injured, but the Lotus Sect's ancestor He Binbai had disappeared.
There are also two independent cultivators, Master Wangchao and Pang Heng, who have disappeared at this moment.
My heart felt even heavier.
Ning Ping asked again about what happened after he left.
After he left, the monks of the Holy Land launched several more attacks, but were still beaten back.
There are still several Mahayana monks who have been practicing in seclusion in the holy land. After tying up several Mahayana monks on their side, it is not easy to resist here.
After this battle, not only the holy land but also the entire cultivation world was severely damaged.
Just as Ning Ping finished asking and fell into deep thought, someone sent a message.
"Ning Ping, is there still a battle going on up there?" This was Luo Heng, the headmaster of the Luoshen Sect, which was inherited from the Ice Flame Immortal Lord.
"Well, that's right. I'm afraid it's not easy for them either!" Ning Ping glanced at the reddish-brown stone tablet behind the other party and said calmly.
No one mentioned it on their own initiative just now, and they all considered not to lower their own morale.
However, for Luo Heng, there might be other deeper meanings behind his message to him, because the person behind him was the Ice Flame Immortal Lord.
"My ancestors want to ask you about your situation." As Luo Heng finished speaking, the stone tablet on his back also emitted a very obscure wave.
"Ning Ping, long time no see!" A strange voice suddenly sounded in Ning Ping's mind.
"But Senior Ice Flame Immortal Lord?" Ning Ping's heart moved, and the huge stone statue appeared in his mind.
"Well, you are indeed very smart. You immediately thought of me! Please come over and have a gathering!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Ping's spiritual sense also probed into the reddish-brown stone tablet.
Suddenly, his spiritual consciousness suddenly became empty and appeared in a space.
Looking around, it was the Ice Flame Space that he had been to before. It seemed that the Ice Flame Space was also transformed from the other party's magic weapon.
Then Ning Ping saw the familiar stone statue at a glance. At this moment, the other party was staring at him with a smile on his face.
"Greetings, Senior Bingyan!" Ning Ping's face straightened and he bowed respectfully.
