After Zhang Bining, Jia Zhang, and Yang Ting were all restrained, two ninth-level masters Yuan Zhe and Zheng Tianfeng took action. Biyu Island, the Western Zhou royal family, and the people of Western Chu who refused to surrender were naturally unable to resist, and they could only be swept away.
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Zhang Bining and Yang Ting were determined to save Zicheng Mountain, as well as the Western Zhou royal family and members of the Yang family, but Lin Ying and Zhuo Zui in front of them seemed unable to do so.
Jia Zhang was directly preparing to leave everyone behind and break out of the encirclement alone.
It's a pity that Cao Ranran is a great scholar in the ninth realm, but Cao Ranran is even more powerful than him.
The families and worlds of both sides unfolded together, and it turned out that Cao Ranran's family, state, and world turned into boundless fire, constantly burning and engulfing the independent world created by Jia Zhang's family, state, and world.
Jia Zhang finally broke out of Cao Ranran's homeland and the world, but immediately crashed into the independent world of the other side.
It turned out that Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Shanxi, took action upon seeing this.
While he was suppressing everyone in Biyu Island, the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the Western Chu Dynasty, he could also spare some energy to take care of Jia Zhang's side.
Yuan Zhe did not have to decide the outcome with Jia Zhang himself.
He only needed to interfere with Jia Zhang. Jia Zhang could not escape for a while and was immediately caught up by Cao Ranran.
The enemies on the West Sea side are naturally more difficult to deal with than the solitary Kukai master on the South China Sea side.
But there are undoubtedly more experts gathered in Chang'an this time.
Zhang Bining and Yang Ting had no choice but to make the same choice as Jia Zhang and try to break out of the encirclement on their own.
If they don't leave, they won't be able to leave either.
The three Ninth Level masters joined forces and rushed out side by side. If they were willing to pay a price, the five Zhuo Zui were not sure enough and left all three of them behind. One or two might slip through the net.
However, in the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun, who was watching all this through the marks on Zhuo Zui and others, was not worried at all.
Zhang Bining and others are destined to be unable to escape today.
Just as they were trying to break out of the encirclement, they were always on guard against a hidden threat that surfaced.
First, an extra fist suddenly appeared in front of Yang Ting.
A fist that is no less inferior to Zhuo Zui's Nine Heavens Thunder Palm.
A fist that looks like the stars in the sky rolling back.
Yang Ting, who had already been injured by Zhuo Sui's palm and was trying desperately to escape, faced this sudden punch and was immediately knocked backwards.
He was always on guard against his opponent's secret ambush.
However, at this moment, he was already beyond his capabilities and was punched away by Li Jie, the leader of Dahe Longmen Sect who suddenly appeared.
Yang Ting spurted blood from his mouth and could barely hold on.
He knew he couldn't fall.
But as I said, it's not enough.
An unexpected palm came from behind, and he couldn't avoid it.
So after Li Jie punched him, Zhuo Zui added another punch.
Yang Ting, the master of the ninth level and the head of the Yang family, could no longer support himself, and fell downwards, seriously injured and dying.
When Li Jie took action, another girl in white appeared in the air.
The girl's whole body is clearly black and white, and her skin has no blood color, as if it is completely composed of black and white.
She opened her hand, and immediately thick ink covered Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang in all directions.
"Is this a Taoist method or a Confucian method?"
Two Ninth Level masters, one Confucian and one Confucian, couldn't see through the background of the girl in front of them for a moment.
But as soon as they were enveloped by the black ink, the two of them felt that all their connections with the outside world were severed.
The two people who were holding hands side by side just now couldn't feel each other's presence at this moment.
They can only work hard first to break through the thick fog in front of them.
Zhang Bining controls his own Zixiao Sword, the most precious treasure of Zicheng Mountain, and performs the sword-controlling technique Zixiao Zongtian Jue.
The sword light suddenly turned purple, and then caused Zhang Bining's entire body to merge with the sword, turning into purple light and rising into the sky.
The purple light breaks through the thick ink and moves forward.
But the black ink stains before my eyes seemed to have no end.
No matter how Zhang Bining rushed in, she couldn't get out.
The light of her sword gradually consumed and faded, but she still could not break out of the thick ink surroundings.
On the other side, Jia Zhang, a great scholar in the ninth realm, spread out his family, country, and world to protect himself.
Jia Zhang was surrounded by his family, country and the world, and was temporarily isolated from the outside world.
He quickly picked up the pen to write, splashing ink, and wrote one beautiful article after another.
While he was writing, there was a giant pen like a rafter above his head, which was also writing articles.
Countless calligraphy treasures are all over his home, country and world.
But as Jia Zhang wrote, his expression suddenly changed.
Because this independent world seems to have become tangible and bounded.
Thick black ink saturates the borders of home, country and world, and then seeps in.
Jia Zhang's family, country, and world have all been dyed black.
He threw the pen on the ground, and the ink marks suspended in mid-air around him shone with precious light, and then spread out to resist the opponent's thick ink.
However, under the thick ink cover, the precious light continued to dim and disappear.
Jia Zhang looked down at his feet in shock.
You can see that the ground in this world has also become pitch black.
His figure was sinking further.
It seemed that the ground had turned into a pond of thick ink, and the thick ink kept rising upwards, trying to swallow him up.
Except for Li Jie, few people know the origin of Qi Mo.
At this time, they saw the girl in white suddenly taking action, fighting one against two and still able to capture Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang, two masters of the ninth level, at the same time. All the people in Chang'an also felt uneasy and were secretly on guard.
"Miss Qi lives in Chang'an. This time she came specially to help us to prevent the enemy from escaping." Li Jie said at the side.
Zhuo Zui, Cao Ranran and others all nodded: "Young girl has extraordinary cultivation, I admire her."
Qi Mo waved his hand when he saw this: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it."
Before she finished speaking, her face suddenly changed color, and she turned her head to look at the sea in the southwest.
Everyone looked along her line of sight and saw a golden light flashing where the sea and the sky met in the distance.
Everyone's faces changed color together.
With such a close distance, they and Qi Mo realized what kind of cultivation the other party brought?
Zhuo Zui and Cao Ranran shouted in unison: "Be careful! It's a golden-winged roc!"
As soon as they opened their mouths, before everyone in Chang'an could recover, the golden light was as fast as lightning and had already reached everyone's heads.
It is indeed an extremely powerful golden-winged roc.
His demonic aura spreads everywhere without concealing it.
With the cultivation strength of Li Jie, Zhuo Zui and others in the ninth level, they were all frightened by the opponent's evil spirit at this moment, and they were trembling with fear.
Except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Zui, the others all groaned and used all their strength to resist. Only then could they barely restrain the horror in their hearts and avoid turning around and running away or bowing their heads to surrender.
It is said that the snake owner is frightened, but everyone who has dealt with the meteorite is convinced that the golden-winged roc in front of him can scare and intimidate people's hearts much more powerfully than the meteorite.
This is purely a soul-crushing shock caused by the difference in realm strength.
"Do you know where Chang'an is?"
The golden-winged roc suddenly spoke and made a human voice: "Or are you from Chang'an? Are my compatriots here?"
"Your people invaded Chang'an and died."
Zhuo Zui said in a deep voice.
The golden-winged roc smiled and said, "Then I'll kill a few people in Chang'an too."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth suddenly.
Then, a huge suction force came out from his mouth, trying to suck everyone in front of him into his mouth.
Although the Golden-winged Dapeng is not known for his similar magical powers among the demon clan, his current state crushes everyone, and whatever he does is equivalent to a great magical power.
So for a moment, except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Zui who could barely maintain their figures in mid-air, everyone else was unsteady, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the big roc involuntarily.
Yang Ting, who was seriously injured and dying, could not bear it for the first time and was swallowed directly by the golden-winged roc.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"Although not as good as the Martial Emperor, it can be considered a great supplement for a ninth-level human warrior. It tastes good, but it's a pity that the energy and blood were drained a lot due to the injury."
The golden-winged roc laughed loudly.
But everyone in Chang'an didn't bother to talk.
Cao Ranran and Yuan Zhe showed their home, country and world at the same time.
But under the influence of the suction coming from the mouth of the golden-winged roc, their family and the world began to twist and deform, like a dilapidated tent, as if it was about to be swept away by a typhoon.
Zheng Tianfeng and Lin Ying were even more unstable.
The mist formed by the sword energy around Lin Ying became thinner and thinner, and was sucked into Dapeng's mouth.
Zheng Tianfeng's figure stood on the ground as steady as a mountain.
But the other party seemed to be able to pull up the mountain from the ground, shake Zheng Tianfeng's figure, make it difficult for him to control himself, and rise to the sky.
When Qi Mo saw this, he captured Zhang Bining and threw away the two thick balls of ink that Jia Zhang had.
Then, facing the Golden-winged Dapeng, she spoke seriously and gently kneaded the magic formula with her hands.
As a result, the ink marks merged and outlined in mid-air, condensing into a huge talisman with a radius of hundreds of meters.
This talisman was printed towards the golden-winged roc.
Dapeng was a little surprised when he saw this.
It wasn't that he wasn't surprised by Qi Mo's superior strength.
No matter how outstanding he is, he is still within the scope of the Nine Realms and has not been able to cultivate the Taoist Soul.
"Why does it look so familiar?" Dapeng muttered to himself.
At the same time, he flapped his wings.
A golden tornado blew out and hit Qi Mo's talisman.
Then the ink marks were suddenly blown away by the golden storm.
Qi Mo groaned and stumbled backwards.
The Dapeng bird ignored the others and flew towards Qi Mo.
He stretched out his claws, pinched the girl in white in his claws, and then looked at her carefully.
"The artistic conception of Taoism is indeed familiar, but it should be the handiwork of a great Confucian master. How can you be a Taoist?" The Golden-winged Dapeng clicked his tongue in surprise.
He ignored Zhuo Zui and others, grabbed Qi Mo, turned around and flew away in the direction he came from.
After confirming the whereabouts of his compatriots, although he did not take revenge for them, Dapeng felt that his trip was worthwhile after capturing the girl in white.
While he was flying away, he was pondering the secrets of Qi Mo:
"It turns out that he is not a disciple, but the ink was turned into essence. No wonder, no wonder..."
The Golden-winged Dapeng was sighing when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice:
"That's none of your business."
Dapeng's eyes narrowed and he stopped in mid-air.
In front of him, a silhouette emerged in the air, gradually manifesting into the shape of a white dragon with silver claws.
"What you should be concerned about is, how do you want to die?"
The corners of Bailong's mouth formed a human-like sneer.