Suddenly, a palm several feet in size, shining with golden light, appeared in the air and slapped the claw that was grabbing it.

"Bang......"

With a crisp sound, Hu Buwei's bone claws broke immediately.

Then, this giant golden palm struck Hu Buwei with the same force, but it only shattered a shadow.

Then the giant palm slapped the floating tobacco.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared. The tobacco did not collapse with this palm.

Instead, it coiled around the giant palm like a spirit snake.

In the blink of an eye, the giant palm that was originally shining with golden light was covered with gray lines, which was extremely strange.

Moreover, the tobacco seemed to be extremely corrosive and was constantly seeping into the giant palm.

The golden giant palm's speed also slowed down greatly, and a hint of impatience appeared on Zhao Ming's face.

He just grabbed from a distance and punched out, and the golden giant palm also clenched its fist and punched towards Hong Shi.

"boom......"

Hong Shi had anticipated this. As the oil lamp in his hand began to emit thick smoke, he also merged into the thick fog.

The giant fist shot through the smoke and rushed into the distance.

Hu Buwei, who had disappeared before, had unknowingly come behind the other party and was about to strike out with a claw.

But Zhao Ming's eyes suddenly focused, he had already noticed something, turned around and wanted to slap out with his palm.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, his soul suddenly ignited, and a burst of severe pain followed.

But Hu Buwei's bone claws were already approaching him from behind.

"Dang...squeak..."

Hu Buwei grabbed the opponent's back with one claw, and there was a sharp scraping sound of metal.

"What a strong body!"

"You're looking for death, little brat!" Zhao Ming's eyes instantly turned red as he scanned the surroundings, trying to find the guy who had attacked him.

But at this time, all the airspace around became blurred. A thick fog had spread out without anyone noticing, and even spiritual consciousness could not penetrate it.

Zhao Ming was secretly shocked, and then he angrily threw a punch back.

I saw the fist shining with golden light, and the whole fist had turned into a certain metallic color.

"Boom..." But this angry punch missed again and hit the air.

"Don't hide like a mouse. If you have the guts, fight me head-on!" Zhao Ming shouted angrily.

But as the anger surged, the flames in his soul became even more fierce.

Being alert, he immediately realized the strangeness of the flame, which was taking advantage of his emotional fluctuations.

He had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart, and the pain in his soul was finally relieved.

Hu Buwei and Hong Shi appeared and disappeared around each other and fought with each other.

"Humph, you two rats, you think you can get away with it like this? What a joke!"

Zhao Ming seemed to be a little annoyed by this series of failures and the loss his soul had suffered just now.

As he spoke, streams of sharp aura continuously emanated from his body.

Those auras were like substance, emitting a metallic luster, and then transformed into sharp swords that continuously pierced and slashed around the body.

As soon as Hu Buwei appeared, a sharp sword approached and slashed down directly.

In a hurry, Hu Buwei didn't bother to take action. He directly activated his skills and merged into the shadows cast by the long swords.

Hong Shi's situation was roughly the same. He actually merged directly into the wisps of smoke and dust.

Even if there is no way to avoid it, you can still use the formation to get rid of it.

For a moment, Hu Buwei and Hong Shi had no choice but to hide, but fortunately their lives were not in danger.

"Golden Realm!"

In the formation, Ning Ping also saw this scene.

From the strong golden aura, it is not difficult to tell that the other party is using the domain of gold.

I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong. Even though I secretly used the virtual fire to spread across the land, it was blocked by the opponent.

At this moment, the formation had already been deployed, and the opponent was trying to trap him and others.

He also used the formation plate to cover everyone.

Zhao Ming has sixty-four men under his command, just as Ning Ping had guessed before.

The other party should be practicing a combined attack technique.

The sixty-four people scattered and formed a huge circle.

And using the strange round mirror in his hand, he vaguely combined with the other people around him through Yuanli, forming a whole.

After realizing that they were also trapped in the big formation, they panicked for a moment and then stabilized the formation.

After all, their cultivation is quite good, and they are all cultivators in the early stage of fusion.

From this point of view, it is enough to prove that the original holy land really attaches great importance to this place, and there is such a powerful force hidden here.

The formation they formed was not interrupted by the larger formation, and they still formed a whole.

After a little thought, Ning Ping flashed and came to the side of a cultivator.

Inspired by the Tongtian Sutra, he raised his hand and punched out.

Suddenly, a dragon head appeared on the fist, and bursts of low dragon roars were heard.

"drink......"

When the monk saw the powerful punch coming, he suddenly mobilized all his energy.

Under the urging, the round mirror in his hand also shone brightly, and a huge polygonal shield also condensed in front of him.

Each corner of this polygonal shield vaguely points to accomplices in other directions.

As a result, the whole body was affected, and Yuanli was continuously transmitted from other directions.

"boom......."

The Tongtian Fist hit the giant shield hard.

The giant shield shook violently, and then in Ning Ping's consciousness.

The dragon transformed by the fist force circled in the giant shield for a while, then turned into several dragons and were quickly distributed in other directions.

Looking around in the center, the sixty-four monks all had their round mirrors slightly lit up in their hands, and the monk behind them shook his body slightly, then forcibly neutralized his punch.

You know, the power of Ning Ping's Tongtian Fist is no longer what it used to be. Even though Ning Ping has such a strong energy, he can only throw out five punches.

Just now, Master Mi Lian was killed directly by his punch, which is enough to show how powerful it is.

But such a powerful punch was easily resolved by the opponent's strange battle formation.

"That's quite interesting!"

As a master of formations, Ning Ping understood the principle after a brief deduction in his mind.

This is exactly the use of this strange combined attack technique, using the principles of the formation to integrate everyone's strength together.

The attack I just made was equivalent to being taken by sixty-four opponents at the same time.

The sixty-four people on the other side are all genuine cultivators in the fusion stage. With his current strength, it is certainly impossible for him to knock away so many opponents of the same level with one punch.