"Stop! We admit defeat!"

As soon as Master Hai Ji fell out in a mess, he screamed in horror.

"You can fight whenever you want and stop whenever you want. It's not that easy!"

Ning Ping sneered and immediately activated the virtual fire that spread across the field.

"Ah..." Immediately, Master Hai Ji felt as if his soul was inexplicably ignited, and as his fear grew, the fire burned more and more vigorously.

Seeing the other party's panic, Ning Ping simply snapped his fingers and shot out a series of small black arrows.

“Puff, puff, puff…”

Master Hai Ji had just thought of a way to resolve the fire in his soul when he was horrified to see several small black arrows shooting towards him.

But he had no way to dodge it and could only watch helplessly as the small arrow emitting a terrifying aura penetrated his body.

"ah......"

A huge pain that is difficult to describe in words suddenly emerged from his soul, and he couldn't stop screaming again.

Originally, if the immortal faced Hu Buwei and Hong Shi, he could really be said to have the upper hand with his ethereal body.

But who knew that there was a variable called Ning Ping, who was specifically designed to restrain their group.

Ning Ping ignored Master Hai Ji who was struggling and twisting in the void, and stared coldly at Taoist Yin Yang.

The Yin-Yang Taoist over there was also under the dual suppression of the surrounding lightning and the Soul Refining Mountain. He could not escape at all and was firmly trapped in place, constantly being weakened.

"Everyone! I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you! I apologize for offending you all!"

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Taoist priest watched his companions screaming heart-wrenchingly, and a chill surged in his heart.

"Why, are you still trying to delay?"

Ning Ping looked up thoughtfully at the distant void in front of him, and an extremely weak wave was captured by his powerful spiritual sense.

"Hmph~ Since you know there are people behind us, why don't you let me go? I promise to get you out of here soon!"

Seeing that he was exposed, the Yin-Yang Taoist shouted in a timid manner. At this moment, he did not care about anything else and only hoped that the other party would let him go temporarily.

At this moment, the black fog outside his body has become extremely thin, and all his cultivation is basically in this ghost fog.

However, his ghost fog was completely suppressed by the opponent's strange magic weapon.

What horrified him was that Master Hai Ji in the distance had already disappeared silently.

He also knew that he couldn't continue to waste time like this. If he couldn't get reinforcements, he would probably die here.

"Open..." In desperation, the Yin-Yang Taoist shouted loudly, and endless black mist emerged from his body again. It seemed that he wanted to fight to the death.

In the black fog, countless painful faces emerged, struggling to tear everything around them apart.

But there are dense lightning nets all around, which can suppress those ghosts all day long.

As soon as it was touched, it turned into nothingness. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the cage.

This scene made Hong Shi on the side stunned. This person's response looked much easier than his own.

I didn’t expect that after not seeing him for hundreds of years, Ning Ping’s strength has increased so much.

My confidence in this trip has increased a lot.

"Hey, he's actually a monk from the Holy Land!"

Ning Ping ignored the other party, his eyes still fixed on the waves that were getting closer and closer in the distance.

In the divine consciousness, there was a person who was clearly emitting a unique holy light that only monks from the holy land had.

The void is in full view, with a vast expanse of space in front and an extremely spectacular void storm behind.

At this time, in the void tens of thousands of miles away, a group of dozens of people were approaching rapidly, and they got much closer in a few flashes.

The leader, dressed in a spotless white robe and with a pair of cold eyes, stared at this side from a distance.

This person exuded a powerful aura, and at first glance, it was definitely not the immortal we had just seen.

"Ning Ping, it seems he is a cultivator from the Holy Land! This man is called Zhao Ming, and his understanding of the golden law is so powerful that it is feared by all. I heard that he is also related to the Zhao family of Wanling City! However, the Zhao family has never acknowledged this. This person was involved in the last attack on the monument!"

Hu Buwei approached calmly, his expression becoming a little nervous.

Ning Ping's heart moved when he heard this. As for the Zhao family of Wanling City, he knew Zhao Xiuyong, an elder of the Dan League, who was from the Zhao family. With his mastery of the Ruifeng Dan Jue, he also had a place in the Dan League.

Sure enough, there was a faint sense of sharpness emanating from the other party, giving people an invincible aura.

"If you don't let me go, I will beg the adults to spare your lives!"

Sensing the nervousness of Hu Buwei and the other man, the Yin-Yang Taoist was overjoyed and quickly launched a threat.

"Oh! Is this the person you rely on?"

Ning Ping responded without looking away, and with a thought, countless lightning bolts pressed directly towards the other party.

Seeing that his group did not seem to be running away, the other party stood far away.

Zhao Ming simply glanced at the Yin-Yang Taoist and then fixed his gaze on the three of them.

The dozens of other monks who followed them dispersed silently and surrounded the few people again.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, save me!" Suffering from the continuous attacks of thunder and lightning, the Yin-Yang Taoist was extremely anxious and did not care about his face, and directly shouted for help.

"Quack!"

Ning Ping snorted coldly, and with a thought, several dark purple arrows condensed around the opponent's body and stabbed towards him in a flash.

“Sizzle…”

When the purple lightning arrow exploded, a purple light shone brightly, and the Yin-Yang Taoist was instantly wrapped in lightning.

"Ah... Lord Zhao, save me!..."

Under the suppression and lock of the Soul Refining Mountain, he had no way of escaping.

No one spoke, and they all stared at each other coldly.

The only sounds at the entire scene were the Yin-Yang Taoist's heart-wrenching cries.

"This guy is really patient!"

Ning Ping muttered in his heart and sneered.

"It seems you are of no use! Then you might as well die!"

With just a thought, the suction force of the Soul Refining Mountain increased a bit more.

"snort......"

The Yin-Yang Taoist priest's whole body shook violently, and a hint of despair flashed in his eyes, along with a fierceness.

He looked at Zhao Ming, who was watching calmly in the distance, with a face full of resentment, and completely dropped the disguise on his face, saying hatefully.

"Humph, it turns out none of you bastards are reliable! I won't let you off easy even if I die!"

After he finished speaking, his entire body began to tremble violently, and the already thin black mist also rapidly emerged from his body.

A terrifying force was also brewing within him.

"snort......"

Ning Ping snorted coldly and just glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye.