"boom……"
Another loud noise was heard from above the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror, and the giant palm finally disappeared.
But soon after that, another giant palm came.
A thunderbolt followed.
"boom……"
Under this palm, the Wanxiang Luotian Mirror finally couldn't resist. After a violent vibration, it suddenly turned into its original form and flew back into Wu Chuxun's body in a flash.
"snort……"
A muffled groan burst out from Wu Chuxun's mouth, and it was obvious that his injuries were a little more serious after this blow.
But at this time she had no chance to recover, and the second palm did not dissipate at all.
Wu Chuxun's eyes turned cold, and the aura in his body surged violently again. Then, he suddenly raised his sleeves backwards one after another.
Waves of icy air surged out, and as soon as it appeared, an iceberg condensed.
And with the blessing of Wu Chuxun's continuous icy energy, it quickly grew larger and became more solid.
Ju Bing beside her was also not idle. The little energy left in his body turned into ice and merged into it.
“Boom boom boom…”
Rumbling sounds were heard one after another.
This scene sounds long, but it is actually short.
Below, the falling figure of Demon Ancestor Hun Tian was clearly visible.
Ning Ping swept his spiritual sense over and found that the other party was already unconscious. Even if his body was extremely strong, it would be difficult for him to withstand such a direct fall.
“Get out of the way!”
At this time, Hu Buwei shouted loudly, and Yun Jian and Hong Shi also went forward to meet them.
All the dozens of remaining monks made way, and Ning Ping also moved aside.
Although the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian was only falling, he still possessed the power of his towering giant palm, which was not easy to resist.
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian fell very quickly and approached several people in a flash.
At this moment, Yun Jian opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand and rushed forward with a hurricane.
"call……"
The hurricane was spinning rapidly, constantly eroding the power of the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian.
But this was still not enough. Hu Buwei flashed his body and slapped out with his palms continuously to continuously dissolve the opponent's falling force.
Finally, the power of the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian was almost dissipated.
"Ning Ping catches it!"
Before he fell to the ground, they rushed forward again, and Guiying fell down right after him.
Seeing this, Ning Ping immediately flashed into the air and raised his hand to support the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian.
"Um……"
A huge force instantly pressed down on his body. Ning Ping mobilized all the energy in his body, and lightning flashed all over his body.
But the speed is still very fast, and the power contained in the opponent is still extremely strong.
"Whoosh..." A pair of spiritual wings instantly spread out behind him, and then flapped violently and quickly.
After a while, Ning Ping and the unconscious Demon Ancestor Hun Tian finally stood safely on the altar.
At this time, several figures flashed around and came forward.
Looking closely, they saw that they were indeed a group of demons.
Especially He Ling, whose true form is the Golden Winged Cloud Crane, she rushed to the front in a flash.
Using the method that Ning Ping had just used, he supported Gui Ying who was falling rapidly.
With the combined efforts of several people, Guiying also landed steadily on the ground.
While they continued to fight in the sky, Ning Ping was not idle below. He kept flicking his fingers and shooting pills into the opponent's mouth.
However, the situation of the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian is rather special, and the elixirs of the cultivators are not applicable to him.
At this moment, Ning Ping's heart moved, and he remembered that he still had a lot of magic crystals on him.
Then, one after another, pitch-black magic crystals shot directly towards the opponent.
Sure enough, as soon as the magic crystal touched the opponent's body, it was directly and firmly absorbed, turning into rolling magic energy and being absorbed into the opponent's body.
"Um……"
The eyes of the Demon Ancestor Hun Tian suddenly opened wide, and then he looked up.
"Humph! I never thought that this bastard's clone could be so powerful. He's really willing to spend so much money!"
"Oh? Is there something special about this?"
When Ning Ping heard the other party mention the clone, he immediately thought of the clone he had cultivated.
"When you go to the lower realm, it's usually just a soul fragment that possesses you. It's extremely difficult to sacrifice and refine a clone, as it's equivalent to your own life."
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian said with a serious expression.
"Of course, the clone's power is much greater! Humph, otherwise I wouldn't be able to fight him on equal terms!"
Ning Ping felt secretly amused when he heard this. This guy in front of him was really stubborn. He couldn't beat him, but he had to find an excuse for himself.
"Then why don't you make a clone?"
Since we know that the other party is about to descend on the world of cultivation, we should be well prepared and send a clone to avoid being so passive now.
Besides, in the upper realm, creating an avatar shouldn't be a difficult task.
"Hmph, you think it's so easy to cultivate a clone? Besides, he must have specially cultivated this clone to deal with the rules of this world. I naturally have a clone, but if I descend into this world at the level of a clone, I'm afraid even my original body will be affected!"
The Demon Ancestor Hun Tian glanced at Ning Ping unhappily, then looked up again.
At this time, above the Nine Heavens, the second palm was finally blocked, but the Immortal Lord Luo Kun, with his ten-thousand-foot-long light, was still chasing him closely.
He continued to chase Wu Chuxun relentlessly, as if he wanted to kill him in mid-air.
Fortunately, Wu Chuxun has the ability to anticipate the enemy's moves, and can often avoid crises in advance.
But her injuries seemed to be very serious, and no matter how rich her experience in fighting the enemy was, she was still defeated.
At this moment, Hong Shize had just brought back the unconscious Ju Bing. Looking up, he saw Yun Jian and Hu Buwei also coming forward.
Yun Jian suddenly slashed out with the sword in his hand continuously, and a series of powerful wind blades hundreds of feet long shot towards the opponent.
Hu Buwei directly took out a spear that he had snatched at some unknown time, raised his hand and stabbed it out into the air.
The other party's cultivation was far superior to his own. Although they were both at the Mahayana stage, the gap between them was huge.
"Humph! You dare to block the way like an ant! Get out of the way!"
The giant of light transformed by Immortal Lord Luo Kun showed surprise on his face and punched out with two punches.
“Boom boom…”
Now the difference in cultivation is revealed.
With two punches, the wind blade slashed out by Yun Jian collapsed at the first touch.
In horror, he barely managed to hold the magic weapon in his hand in front of him.
"Boom..." With just one punch, Yun Jian fell headfirst like a kite with a broken string.
On the other side, Hu Buwei's gun was shattered by a punch and rushed towards Hu Buwei.
"Too strong!" Hu Buwei was also shocked and used all his strength to activate his body skills.
But he still couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the fist, and the energy shield on his body was instantly shattered.
He was seriously injured and fell down after just one punch.
