These people were also the elite figures of Yi Yuan School and were not ordinary people, so their actions were very fast. Since they had decided to besiege Prince Mo Yan, then their actions were also very fast. Everyone was fully prepared because Prince Mo Yan was not a nobody and the degree of danger was extremely high.
Everyone sat down and closed their eyes to rest, Ye Xiwen was no exception. He sat cross-legged under a small tree and was constantly deducing martial arts techniques in his mind, striving to make more progress before the start of the siege.
For others, it was impossible. In such a short period of time, but for Ye Xiwen, he was constantly making progress at every moment. Almost every day, he was making progress.
Now, Ye Xiwen was at the peak of Xiantian third stage and only needed an opportunity to step into the Xiantian fourth stage. The Xiantian Zhen Qi in his body was extremely rich and only needed an opportunity to transform it into Zhen Yuan. The so-called Zhen Yuan was a higher level of energy than Xiantian Zhen Qi. When the Zhen Qi in the body was transformed into a liquid state, it was called Zhen Yuan.
Compared with Zhen Qi, Zhen Yuan was more powerful and incredible. After condensing Zhen Yuan, one's cultivation would break through to a whole new realm and reach an incredible level, which was far beyond the imagination of the masters of Xiantian fifth stage.
If Ye Xiwen could step into the Xiantian fourth stage and transform the Zhen Qi in his body, then he would truly be able to compete with the masters of Xiantian sixth stage. At that time, Ye Xiwen would truly be above those inner disciples and would be comparable to the core disciples.
After nightfall, many disciples were hiding in the mountain forest while restraining their breath. If one did not look carefully, then one would absolutely not be able to find them, and among them, Ye Xiwen's concealment was the most thorough. Ye Xiwen's' restraining breath technique 'had already reached the Dacheng level and he could even change his physique, not to mention restraining his breath.
The moon was particularly round at night and strange cries of demon beasts could be heard coming from afar.
Suddenly, almost all the disciples of Yi Yuan School opened their eyes, and they didn't know what had happened, but a group of hundreds of Bai Mojiao's disciples had appeared in the surroundings.
Each and every one of them had a ferocious look on their faces and their eyes were fierce and terrifying.
"Not good, everyone be careful!" Zhuge Xingli shouted loudly.
But at this time, those Bai Mojiao disciples finally began to move, they sat in a circle in the back row of Bai Mojiao disciples, and started to draw a strange pentagram pattern on the ground, and the Lingqi in the air instantly began to become violent.
Under their control, the spiritual energy in the sky suddenly formed an overwhelming rain of arrows.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "
Shrill sounds of breaking through the air could be heard as an endless rain of arrows fell from the sky.
The complexion of many disciples suddenly changed, with so many arrows raining down on them, if they were not careful, they would be shot into a hedgehog. These weren't ordinary arrows, these Xiantian realm experts weren't afraid of ordinary arrows, but with regards to this kind of arrows raining down on them, they were exceptionally afraid.
"Damn, how come there are so many devil bastards of Bai Mojiao here!" Xiao Jin cursed in a low voice and waved his hand. Suddenly, a huge hand formed from qi appeared in the sky. With a forceful grab, thousands of spiritual qi arrows were crushed.
"Damn!" Ye Xiwen pulled out his long blade and instantly formed a blade curtain in the air to protect himself. At this time, the power of 'missing moon beheader' was fully manifested.
When dealing with a martial artist of a lower realm than himself, he could kill them instantly with every slash of his saber. It was a killing tool for group battles. But even so, it was not a long-term solution.
However, other disciples were not as skillful as Ye Xiwen, and those disciples of peak Xiantian fifth stage had no choice but to gather together and resist the arrows raining down from one direction, so they were safe for a while.
They were not like Ye Xiwen who could use 'missing moon beheader' to protect themselves, and they were not like Zhuge Xingli and the other core disciples who had profound martial power and could freely advance and retreat in the midst of the rain of arrows and form a protective shield in the air to protect themselves.
"Evildoer, you are courting death!" Zhuge Xingli sneered, then his stature turned into a lightning, and flew into the sky. The long sword in his hand instantly danced, and a long light dragon appeared in the air, and rushed towards the disciples of Bai Mojiao.
These Bai Mojiao disciples, who were at Xiantian fourth or fifth stage, simply could not block this attack and were chopped into two halves and turned into blood mist in the sky. They didn't even have the time to scream.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Yuan rushed out and stretched out her white palm and grabbed a huge palm in the air and pressed down towards those Bai Mojiao disciples.
"Boom!" The huge gasified palm pressed down.
Those Bai Mojiao disciples screamed and were crushed into meat patties, simply unable to fight back.
"Come out, do you want us to kill all these minions?" At this time, Zheng Yizhao said in a cold voice.
"Ha ha ha, worthy of being a disciple of Yi Yuan School, you really have some skills, no wonder you actually dare to besiege this prince, your courage is not small." Suddenly, a burst of loud laughter came from afar. Then, a long rainbow flashed across the distance. A figure riding a strange beast soared into the sky from afar.
Everyone from Yi Yuan School fixed their eyes on the figure and saw a young man dressed in a black robe, with an incomparably cold look on his face, slowly descending from the strange beast.
"Prince Mo Yan!" Zhuge Xingli stared at the young man in front of him.
The disciples of Yi Yuan School instantly became nervous, even Ye Xiwen also raised his vigilance, after all, a person's reputation was like a tree's shadow, even these arrogant and proud disciples had to be careful.
"Zhuge Xingli, I have heard of your name, you are considered as a top figure among the core disciples of Yi Yuan School, but in vain, you claim to be unparalleled in wisdom, but in the end, you still fell into this prince's trap." Prince Mo Yan sneered again and again.
The complexion of many disciples of Yi Yuan School suddenly turned ugly, they thought that this time, they were going to besiege Prince Mo Yan, but now it seemed that they had fallen into the prince's trap.
"Little Prince Mo Yan, today will be the day you die. You've really walked right into the trap today. Our sect's true disciple, Senior Brother Luo Yifan, is not far from here. When he arrives, it will be the day you die!" Xiao Jin said.
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