Gu Xiao and Gu Qing did not go with them, and of course did not speak to stop them.

Especially Gu Xiao knew that Ning Ping would definitely do whatever he decided to do.

Moreover, the cultivation of the two is limited. If the other party is really strong, they will become a burden.

Besides, the Gu family also needs them to take charge of the overall situation.

At this moment, the Gu family relies on the large formation and has a group of guards.

In addition, Yun Hongzhuo allocated some high-level cultivators from the Yun family to come, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Ning Ping and his companions flew all the way to the outside of Wanling City. After flying for several hours, they saw thick smoke billowing on a plain in the distance.

A town engulfed in flames appeared before everyone's eyes. This was the former Dian family, but now it has become a ruin.

As soon as they approached, several Yun family monks who were guarding the place came to greet them.

"Greetings to the head of the family, and greetings to all the seniors!" After the visitor bowed respectfully, his eyes fell on Ning Ping, who was dressed in a green shirt, and a burning look appeared in his eyes.

Nowadays, Ning Ping's reputation is at its peak, and he seems to be unprecedented and unrivaled.

"Well! You guys step back and go to the outer realm. Don't let anyone get close!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Yun family cultivator gladly accepted the order and retreated.

"Look, those people from the Holy Light Church definitely did this on purpose!"

Standing in front of the ruins, Yun Hongzhuo said coldly with anger in his eyes.

Ning Ping frowned and swept out with his spiritual sense.

This place has been burned to a scorched earth under the raging flames.

The people who were burned to charcoal seemed to still maintain the postures they had in life, either curled up or kneeling.

But they did not turn into ashes. It was as if a raging fire was extinguished by a sudden heavy rain, forming this hellish scene on earth.

However, this scene did not seem to be the work of a monk, but rather a war among mortals, with a massacre followed by a fire.

Because the fire released by the monks is like poison to the tarsal bones, it is extremely difficult to extinguish it with just rain.

Ning Ping swept his spiritual sense over them one by one, and as expected, there was not a single survivor, and their corpses that had turned into charcoal could still be vaguely seen.

Moreover, on the periphery, the remaining fluctuations of the formation were still floating around.

A flash of blue light swept across his eyes, and a faint breath was revealed above the ruins.

"Four fusion stages, and one very obscure aura..."

After Ning Ping took a closer look, he immediately made a preliminary judgment.

Especially that obscure aura. After sensing it carefully, he could indeed distinguish from it that it was indeed a Mahayana cultivator.

"Ning Ping, how is it? Did you gain anything?"

Ding Cang, who was standing by, saw Ning Ping's thoughtful expression and spoke with a confused look on his face.

Just like Ning Ping, he tried very hard to see something, but because some time had passed, he could not see anything.

"Four at the Fusion Stage, and one at the Mahayana Stage! They really came prepared!"

"These damned ones..." Ding Cang was about to get angry, but seeing that Ning Ping still looked serious, he endured it.

Yun Hongzhuo's eyes lit up slightly, and the gap between them was immediately apparent. He was worthy of being a person with a mysterious soul body, and he could even see the difference now.

You should know that Yun Hongzhuo has nothing to investigate now. The slight fluctuations that existed before have now disappeared.

Ning Ping looked around with burning eyes, and his spiritual sense also swept outward suddenly.

"Over there! Go!" After a while, Ning Ping's eyes lit up slightly, and his figure suddenly shot towards the distance.

Yun Hongzhuo and others immediately followed.

Ning Ping flew forward slowly, glancing around casually from time to time.

"Ning Ping, have you discovered anything?" Yun Hongzhuo quickened his pace and came to Ning Ping's side.

"No!" Ning Ping smiled faintly and replied casually.

When Yun Hongzhuo heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, revealing a smile and a hint of worry.

"Father, didn't Ning Ping say there were no clues? Then why are you running around?"

Ding Zuo, who was behind him, also heard what the two people in front said, and his mind became confused.

"This is called luring the snake out of its hole! Think about it, since you've put so much thought into this, isn't there anyone watching here..."

"Eh~! That's right..."

Ding Cang glanced at his son beside him and became even more determined to get out and about more often, so that his brain wouldn't rust.

Ning Ping and his group flew farther and farther, and soon arrived at a huge basin surrounded by continuous mountains.

At this point, Ning Ping also paused, then flipped his hand and took out a formation plate, which immediately merged under his feet and disappeared.

"What! Just waiting here? Do you want to notify someone to come over?"

Yun Hongzhuo looked around carefully. There were weeds everywhere and he didn't find anything unusual.

"Well, just wait here, no need to notify anyone! If they still don't show up, I really despise them. So there's nothing to worry about!"

"That's true!"

Seeing Ning Ping's calmness, Yun Hongzhuo felt a lot more at ease, but he was still very worried about Ning Ping's safety.

After all, Ning Ping’s meaning to the Yun family is completely different now than before. It can be said that all the hopes of the Yun family are now focused on Ning Ping.

"Ning Ping, what if there really is a Mahayana cultivator..."

Of course, Ning Ping's action of setting up the formation was also seen, but if he was facing a Mahayana cultivator, it would be completely different.

"No problem, I still want to see it!"

As he spoke, Ning Ping also exuded a strong fighting spirit.

Danta had been practicing in seclusion for hundreds of years. With this opportunity to make some moves, the fighting spirit in his heart was instantly ignited.

It’s also a good opportunity to test the results of hundreds of years of practice.

Even if the other party is a Mahayana cultivator, there is nothing to fear.

Time passes quietly, and it is still quiet here.

Except for Ning Ping, the others became more and more nervous.

Just a few hours later, Ning Ping, who was sitting cross-legged to rest, suddenly opened his eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile, and his eyes looked in one direction.

This sudden action immediately made everyone nervous.

"You're careful enough, but you're so slow..." Ning Ping stood up, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

In his spiritual consciousness, some figures appeared in some hidden places in the surrounding mountains.

At this time, a white figure slowly appeared in the distance, followed closely by four people.

As he got closer, the white color on the old man in the white robe gradually faded away and turned into a fiery red robe.