"Dune! Is it really you? Junior brother!"
The Ice Flame Immortal Lord exclaimed in surprise after just one look.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Dunie was still unmoved and did not respond at all. Even the fluctuations on his body were extremely weak.
"He now voluntarily transforms into the spirit of the Soul Refining Mountain!" Ning Ping said silently.
"Spirit of the weapon!" There was a slight flash in the Ice Flame Immortal Lord's eyes, and he suddenly looked enlightened.
"Haha! It seems he also wants to witness this Soul Refining Mountain dominate the universe in your hands. Very good, don't let him down!"
Ning Ping smiled slightly, only God knows what will happen in the future.
"Ah... I never thought... that when we met again, everything would have changed!"
Immortal Lord Bingyan looked with complicated eyes at Immortal Lord Xuanyue who had transformed into an evil spirit, and Immortal Lord Dunie who had transformed into an instrument spirit.
A figure who once dominated the fairy world has now ended up like this. Looking back at myself, it seems that I am not much better off than the other two.
His face sometimes showed nostalgia, sometimes reluctance, sometimes...
"Thank you, Ning Ping. No matter what, today is thanks to you. The three of us can finally meet again!"
After a long time, the Ice Flame Immortal Lord calmed down again and thanked Ning Ping with a serious face.
"Senior, you don't need to thank me. This may just be a chance encounter!"
Ning Ping was reluctant to take credit for his achievements, and he felt even more awed by the concept of cause and effect and reincarnation.
Looking back on my own journey of cultivation, there was the meeting with Wu Chuxun, and then there were Yuntianfu and Hunyuan.
Then there are the Bingyan Secret Realm, Qinglan Secret Realm, and so on!
It really seems like there is an invisible hand arranging everything.
Fortunately, all this was just a coincidence and was my own decision, otherwise I would really think so.
At this time, the Ice Flame Immortal Lord's expression suddenly hardened and he raised his head to look up at the sky.
Seeing the other party's expression, Ning Ping's heart moved. He withdrew his spiritual sense and also looked up at the sky.
“Boom boom boom…”
Above the nine heavens, the entire sky became bright, and with a loud rumbling sound, the earth of the entire holy land began to tremble violently.
All the monks tried their best to keep their bodies steady, and looked up with serious expressions.
"You think you can escape my suppression by breaking the formation? What a joke! I, the dignified Holy Lord, am not someone you, the lowly people of the lower realm, can look down upon! Humph!!"
The voice of Immortal Lord Luo Kun also faintly came from above the nine heavens.
The voice was extremely cold, and even the endless light at the moment could not conceal the chill in it.
The light was so dazzling that it turned the whole world into a snow-white color.
Ning Ping activated his Hongyun Spiritual Eyes, gathered his energy and looked upwards fiercely, but this look gave him a sudden shock.
At this time, several black spots were seen falling rapidly, which were Wu Chuxun and his companions.
After seeing it clearly, Ning Ping was secretly shocked.
It seems that the breath of several people is very weak at the moment.
Especially the aura of Wu Chuxun, which showed signs of instability.
It seems that after I came down, the battle between them became more intense, which led to the defeat of several people.
Behind them was a ball of light, and a figure could be vaguely seen in the light. It was the Immortal Lord Luo Kun.
As they fell, they turned around to deal with the attacks from behind.
"After coming here, do you still think you can survive? Haha, you underestimate me too much, a bunch of ignorant people!"
Luo Kun, the Immortal Lord, raised his hand and struck out with a palm. Countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth condensed immediately, forming a giant palm that covered the sky with radiant light, and suddenly struck towards the few people.
The lines on the giant palm are clearly visible, giving people an incomparable peaceful atmosphere.
But no one would doubt the terrifying power contained in this palm.
At this time, one of the huge black shadows turned around and rushed forward. Upon closer inspection, it was unexpectedly the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian.
The demonic energy of the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian surged all over his body, and his entire body rapidly expanded.
A towering demonic figure also emerged, with a sharp horn dozens of feet long on its head.
"You bastard! What do you think you can do here? Let me meet you!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and the sharp horns on his head pushed upwards.
"boom……"
The towering giant palm, seemingly slowly, hit the sharp corner, and a rumbling sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth erupted.
Along with a loud rumbling sound, a hurricane also rolled wildly in the entire holy land space.
Under this attack, the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian, under the huge force of that palm, fell directly to the ground like a meteorite breaking through the sky, directly passing over Wu Chuxun and the other three.
But the power of that palm did not dissipate, it just dimmed a little.
"Ao......." Just as it was about to get close to the people, the turtle roared angrily.
A giant turtle also emerged from the body. There were many more cracks on the thick turtle back than what Ning Ping had seen before.
"boom……"
There was another loud bang, and the giant turtle broke apart and turned into chaotic demonic power all over the sky.
Guiying's body spurted out a mouthful of blood after being hit, his face turned extremely pale, and he fell directly down.
And that giant palm still smashed down on the few people like a broken bamboo.
Master Tongxuan swung the whisk in his hand again at this time, and it turned into silk threads all over the sky, which then wrapped around the giant palm.
“Zizizizi…”
With a sizzling sound, the countless silk threads turned into sharp blades, cutting quickly in the giant palm.
However, the silk thread was deeply embedded in the giant palm and could not tear it apart. Fortunately, it did slow down the movement to some extent.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
A rapid sound of breaking strings was heard, and the silk threads in the sky could not withstand the power of the giant palm and broke one after another.
In the blink of an eye, Master Tongxuan's hands were empty.
The magic whisk that had accompanied him for who knows how many years had now turned into a bare wooden stick.
Affected by the destruction of the magic weapon, the whole person fell down.
The giant palm behind him was weakened again, but it still struck down relentlessly.
“Back off!”
Wu Chuxun finally shouted softly, and the weak eldest disciple Ju Bing beside him hurriedly moved aside.
With a wave of his hand, the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror was summoned out again.
But just by using the magic weapon, the blood color on his face disappeared a little.
The Wanxiang Luotian Mirror swelled as soon as it felt the wind, and in an instant it grew to be several times larger than the giant palm.
At this moment, a dark cloud covering the sky and the sun appeared above the heads of the people below.
This also allowed everyone to see clearly what was happening above their heads, and they all looked shocked.
"Huh!! You think you can stop me like this?"
At this time, a cold snort came from the sky above, and then Ning Ping perceived that another giant palm was condensed and then slapped down fiercely.
