When Chen Ping returned to the forbidden land, the magma pool was still tumbling and boiling, but the ancient majestic aura was more solid than before.

The Demon Suppression Tower was suspended in the air, and the tower body emitted a soft gray light.

Huo Ling’er guarded outside the tower, and when he saw Chen Ping coming back, he immediately greeted him.

“Chen Ping, are you okay?” Huo Ling’er looked Chen Ping up and down, his eyes full of concern.

“It’s okay.”

Chen Ping smiled slightly and gently held her hand, “It’s just a few noisy flies.” ”

Huo Ling’er breathed a sigh of relief, and then a light of admiration flashed in her eyes: “I’ve heard about it…… You slashed three Heavenly Immortal Realm ninth-rank peaks with one sword! It’s crazy outside, saying that you are a god descending to earth! ”