The Path to Becoming Immortal

At this moment, Hu Buwei looked up at the giant face that had just disappeared with great solemnity, and the shock on his face did not dissipate for a long time.

Ning Ping also turned into a solemn face, and threw the words of Tongxuan Zhenren behind his mind.

Because just now he could clearly sense that Luo Kun Xianjun's eyes were also looking at him.

Even the teasing in his eyes could be clearly felt.

This is also the strength of Luo Kun Xianjun. Everyone sees a different feeling, as if he has thousands of faces.

The figures of Wu Chuxun and his group are getting higher and higher, until finally his consciousness can't lock them.

All he can see is that the escaping light is getting closer and closer to the descending light ball.

After a long time, he vaguely saw that they collided with the slowly descending light ball.

"Boom..."

After a while, with a loud noise, the whole space shook violently.

All the people standing below seemed to have a feeling of being unstable.

The light column in the center also twisted violently.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of loud noises came from the sky, accompanied by waves of air.

The light ball that was originally slowly descending was also stopped from descending, and in the roar, it even retreated and rose upward.

"Is that the one in the light ball the Immortal Lord Luo Kun?"

Sensing the violent power, Ma Wu of Taiqing Sect, a powerful man who was only one step away from Mahayana, 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 almost two hundred years of forbearance, the overall appearance of Taiqing Sect also changed greatly, and it was faintly known as the first sect in the world of cultivation again.

Gradually, the light ball above the nine heavens also completely disappeared in the clouds again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The huge sound still continued to be transmitted to the bottom without stopping, and the light in the clouds was shining from time to time.

A series of huge fluctuations were also transmitted to the bottom from time to time.

Sensing from such a long distance, it can be clearly sensed, which shows how fierce the fight above is.

Everyone is eager to fight at this moment, and they all want to witness their exciting fighting scene with their own eyes.

At this moment, Ning Ping suddenly had an idea and his eyes swept around.

One figure after another was coming towards his group from far to near.

With a casual glance, there were hundreds of thousands of them, and the ones behind gave him a feeling of countless numbers.

"Be careful! People from the Holy Land are coming!"

As the voice fell, everyone was finally shocked at this moment, and the fighting spirit aroused by the battle above their heads could be regarded as a place to vent.

The place where they were standing now was also the retreat of Wu Chuxun and his group, and they must not lose it.

"Yun family cultivators, spread out and fight the enemy together!"

Ning Ping had an idea at this time, and he shouted and made arrangements in advance.

And this group of Yun family cultivators also knew it well, and they had mastered the formula to activate the back door of the Dan Jue.

In the next melee, it can also play a miraculous effect.

Ning Ping threw out the array plate without reservation, and the array plate was quietly unfolded, but he did not activate it immediately. Now is not a good time.

"Kill these outsiders!"

Some of the leading holy land monks shouted and encouraged the people behind them.

This time it was obviously organized, and even the formation was very neat.

The dozen people in front were all Mahayana monks, and they were basically the natives of the holy land.

It may be due to the rules of heaven and earth that the natives 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 can't get out of this cage, otherwise the entire cultivation world would have been the world of the holy land.

At this time, in the crowd, Ning Ping saw his old acquaintance, Yu Tianxiao.

At this moment, he was also looking at this side with an angry face, but he was obviously very cautious and did not rush.

They approached further, obviously worried about the vague fluctuations of the formation in front of them.

At this time, Ning Ping's heart moved, and he communicated with the three Mahayana monks beside him and the Yun family's fusion monk at the same time.

"Later, you will give priority to killing the Mahayana monks with all your strength! I will assist you!"

"Okay! No problem! With that spell, it should be easy to kill!"

After hearing this, they responded directly with excitement. Being able to participate in killing the Mahayana monks, thinking about those Yun family monks, all of them were eager to fight.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

After hesitating for a while, under a burst of shouts, the monks of the holy land finally couldn't hold back and rushed over directly.

I saw that they suddenly radiated dazzling light and rushed straight over here.

The magic weapons in their hands were also raised high, and powerful power was also radiated, as if they were going to kill them in the next moment.

The whole surroundings suddenly shone brightly, as if they wanted to drown their group directly.

This is the main practice of the Holy Land's natives, the Pro-Holy Light Ceremony, and a strong breath of the law of light is also exuded.

The dazzling light stung people's eyes and caused a sharp pain. People here closed their eyes one after another, and some monks even offered magic weapons to block their eyes.

At this time, Ning Ping's eyes also suddenly lit up, and with a thought, a thick fog condensed in the surrounding area for several miles.

The thick fog that suddenly emerged instantly enveloped the holy land monks who were advancing in front, and at the same time blocked the dazzling light.

However, under the control of Ning Ping's consciousness, the thick fog had no effect on his people.

In their eyes, the light in front was just brighter.

"Attack!" Ning Ping shouted softly, and his mind moved and he also activated the magic formula.

"Hmm..."

"Hmm..."

A few muffled groans came, and the originally condensed offensive was instantly stagnant.

And at this moment, several rays of light suddenly lit up, and heads flew up directly.

As a Mahayana monk, the grasp of the timing of the battle is certainly not comparable to that of the holy land monks.

And Ning Ping directly moved his mind and activated the Soul Refining Mountain through the spirit of the instrument.

Those souls who had lost their bodies were pulled by a huge force as soon as they came to their senses, and they suddenly burst into horror.

A dark giant mountain appeared in front of them.

Others could not see this huge mountain, as if it was in an invisible void.

The huge mountain had an extremely powerful pressure. Just a glance at it would give people a sense of powerlessness. Moreover, the huge mountain also exuded infinite suction.

No matter how they struggled, they were dragged into the huge mountain one by one.

"Boom boom boom..."

At this time, the attacks from all directions finally came. Under Ning Ping's special control, all the attacks did not let the formation bear them.