As soon as the soul left the body, it was dragged towards the black figure that had just emerged under a huge suction force.

"No......"

In the midst of utter terror, the black-faced monk's soul had no room to resist and merged directly into the black robe. Then he saw a huge black mountain...

"How was it? This fight was really fun!"

The person who came was naturally Ning Ping's clone. He did all this effortlessly and looked at the two of them calmly.

"Oh, Ning Ping, why did you kill him?"

This scene happened in the blink of an eye. Ding Zuo only came to his senses then, his face full of regret.

"You don't even need to do anything. My father and I can definitely kill this piece of charcoal!"

"Shut up!! Are you embarrassed? If it weren't for Ning Ping's formation... humph!"

As Ding Cangdu said this, his old face turned red, and he fiercely slashed the boy with a look of regret.

"Haha, no rush, there are still two people waiting for you to deal with, I'll go get busy first!"

As he spoke, Ning Ping's clone, dressed in a black robe, took a step forward and merged directly into the formation.

"Good! Looks like we still have a chance to take action. Father, hurry up! Otherwise, we'll be killed by them if we're late!"

Seeing Ning Ping disappear, Ding Zuo couldn't wait any longer.

"Great! I didn't expect Ning Ping to be so strong!"

Unexpectedly, Ding Cang's eyes were fixed on the place where Ning Ping had just disappeared, and he nodded repeatedly with relief.

You have to know that at this moment, Ning Ping was still fighting with the Mahayana cultivator, and unexpectedly he could still distract himself to help the two of them.

In comparison, although they are both in the fusion stage, the difference is obvious.

This can no longer be described as a gap. Compared to him, there is a world of difference.

"It's a good thing that he's strong, he's one of our family anyway!"

Ding Zuo said nonchalantly, with a look of anxiety on his face as he wanted to fight somewhere else as soon as possible.

"Haha, yes, he is from my Ding family!"

Ding Cang looked helplessly at Ding Zuo, who had little ambition, then thought about it and suddenly felt relieved.

That’s right, Ning Ping is one of us, why should he have such high expectations of Ding Zuo?

After all, there is only one genius like Ning Ping. Comparing his useless son with him would be asking for trouble.

Besides, Ding Zuo is actually not bad compared to many other cultivators. The concept of talent and opportunity is as unpredictable as the way of heaven.

"Alright! Let's go, father and I are going to have a big fight! Let's stretch our arms and legs!"

After saying that, the two of them set off together and rushed towards the direction where another strong wave was erupting.

Ning Ping's clone disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already arrived at the edge of the formation.

I saw a group of dozens of monks in front of me, working together to attack the translucent formation shield in front of them.

But even if they continued to attack with all their strength, apart from causing violent vibrations in the formation shield, it remained unbreakable.

This is the effect of significantly reducing the function of the array disk.

Remove those complicated and flashy changes to highlight the effects you need.

The new array plate now has two functions.

One piece is the illusion, which serves to divide the battlefield and make it easier to defeat them one by one.

The other aspect is protection, or trapping the enemy.

With the support of the array pattern, the defensive ability of the array plate has reached an incredible level.

It takes some time for a Mahayana cultivator to break through.

Of course, with me in charge, the other party would not be able to break the formation easily.

"What are you busy with?"

Ning Ping said softly as he looked at the busy group of people in front of him with a sincere smile.

“Who~!”

But this sudden sound was like thunder in their ears.

Of course, they could clearly hear the violent fluctuations in the distance from the formation, but such a fight was not something they could participate in at all.

The highest level of cultivation among these people is only the Spirit Transformation Stage. It would be good enough if they could go and participate in the battle without being a drag.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a man in a black robe staring at them with a smile. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

"Xue Tu! He is Xue Tu!"

Shi Yi, the former Purple Sword Elder of the Holy Land, was known as Xue Tu. His reputation in the Holy Land was countless times greater than Ning Ping's.

"Good answer! Very good!"

The smile on Ning Ping's face grew even wider. He flipped his lowered hand and grabbed the black sword that had just disappeared.

"careful!"

But just as they cried out in surprise, the terrifying black shadow disappeared.

"ah......"

A terrified voice screamed.

He saw with his own eyes that beside him, a flash of black light passed by, and his companion's head flew high up. The terrified expression on the flying head was still clearly audible.

But his scream stopped abruptly, and the whole world began to spin.

At a certain moment, he saw his headless body standing there trembling in a daze, and then fell into eternal darkness.

In an instant, the crowd dispersed and screams were heard everywhere.

"escape!"

"Where to escape..."

"I'm not from the Holy Land!"

"Don't be afraid, let's fight him together!"

"That's right, he is Xue Tu, he won't let us go!"

“…”

But no matter how they screamed, their heads kept flying off.

Even if they tried to resist, they couldn't even catch up with the other party.

A one-sided massacre began.

The massacre did not last long. Just after the last headless corpse fell, a black shadow suddenly condensed, revealing Ning Ping's figure.

"Oh! How boring! There's not enough to chop!"

Ning Ping, dressed in a black robe, showed no joy at all after getting rid of everyone. Instead, he turned his head to look in the direction where the earth-shaking sound came from in the distance.

There was also a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Trouble! Let's clean up these ants first, and then have a big fight!"

Muttering to himself, Ning Ping's clone took a step forward, merged into the formation and disappeared.

At this time, the entire formation was like one's own domain, and it could be used at will.

When he appeared again, he saw another group of monks trying to escape.

"Ah...blood...blood slaughter!"

As soon as he appeared, he was seen by everyone and caused another round of chaos.

Ning Ping smiled, his body turned into a black shadow and rushed into the crowd.

The long sword in his hand flew up and down again, and heads flew into the sky one after another.

Ning Ping's clone always felt that this direct killing method was more direct than any other killing method.