After Zhang Bining, Jia Zhang, and Yang Ting were all held back, Yuan Zhe and Zheng Tianfeng, the two ninth realm experts, took action. Naturally, Green Ray Island, Western Zhou's royal family, and the people of West Chu who refused to surrender were powerless to resist. They could only be swept aside.
Zhang Bining and Yang Ting wanted to save the Zicheng Mountain, Western Zhou's royal family, and the Yang Clan, but Lin Ying and Zhuo Zui seemed powerless.
Jia Zhang was prepared to leave everyone behind and break out of the encirclement alone.
Unfortunately, Cao Ranran was also a Ninth Realm great scholar, but he was more powerful.
Both sides unleashed their respective domains. Cao Ranran's domain turned into a boundless inferno, incessantly burning and devouring the independent world that Jia Zhang's domain had created.
Jia Zhang finally managed to break out of Cao Ranran's domain, but immediately crashed into another independent world.
It was Yuan Zhe, the Dean of Jindi's Jiguang Academy, who made his move.
While suppressing Green Ray Island, Western Zhou, and West Chu, he could also spare some energy to deal with Jia Zhang.
Yuan Zhe didn't have to fight Jia Zhang alone.
All he had to do was disrupt Jia Zhang for a moment, and Jia Zhang would be unable to escape and Cao Ranran would immediately catch up.
The enemy on the West Sea's side was naturally more difficult to deal with than Venerable Kong Hai's lone enemy on the South Sea's side.
However, there were 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 themselves.
If they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to.
Three Ninth Realm experts working together to break out of the encirclement. If they were willing to pay a price, Zhuo Zui and the others weren't confident that they could stop all three of them. One or two of them might escape.
However, in Chang 'an's Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun, who was watching all this through the imprints on Zhuo Zui and the others, wasn't worried at all.
Zhang Bining and the others were destined not to be able to escape today.
Just as they were trying to break out of the encirclement, the hidden threat they had been guarding against all this time surfaced.
First, a fist suddenly appeared in front of Yang Ting.
It was a fist that wasn't inferior to Zhuo Zui's Nine Heavens Thunder Palm.
It was a fist that looked like the stars in the sky.
Yang Ting, who had already been injured by Zhuo Zui's palm and was desperately trying to escape, was immediately sent flying by this sudden punch.
He had always been on guard against the enemy's secret ambush.
However, at this moment, he was powerless and was sent flying by Li Jie, the leader of the Dahe Longmen, who had suddenly appeared.
Yang Ting spat out a mouthful of blood, barely holding on.
He knew he couldn't fall.
But it was still the same thing, he was powerless.
As expected, a palm came from behind him, and he was unable to dodge it.
And so, after Li Jie's punch, Zhuo Zui followed up with a palm strike.
The Ninth Realm expert, Patriarch Yang Ting of the Yang Family, could no longer support himself. His body fell downwards, heavily injured and on the verge of death.
At the same time that Li Jie attacked, a white-clothed girl appeared in the air.
The girl's entire body was black and white. Her skin was bloodless, as if it was made up entirely of black and white.
She opened her hand, and clouds of thick ink immediately spread out in all directions, enveloping Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang.
"Is this a Daoist technique or a Confucian one?"
The two Daoist and Confucian Ninth Realm experts were unable to see through the girl's foundation for a moment.
But as soon as they were enveloped by the black ink, the two of them felt as if their connection with the outside world had been completely severed.
The two of them, who had been holding hands just now, could no longer sense each other's existence.
They could only try their best to break through the thick, fog-like ink in front of them.
Zhang Bining controlled the Purple Cloud Sword, the supreme treasure of the Purple City Mountain, and used the Purple Cloud Skyflight Technique.
Her sword aura suddenly turned purple, and then Zhang Bining's entire body merged with the sword, turning into a purple light that shot into the sky.
The purple light broke through the thick ink and continued forward.
But there seemed to be no end to the black ink in front of her.
No matter how Zhang Bining charged and killed, she was unable to break out.
Her sword aura gradually dissipated and dimmed, but she still couldn't break out of the thick ink.
On the other side, the Ninth Realm Great Confucian Jia Zhang unleashed his Country and World to protect himself within.
Jia Zhang placed his Country and World within it, temporarily isolating himself from the thick ink.
He quickly picked up his brush and wrote, waving his brush and splashing the ink, writing one beautiful essay after another.
While he was writing, the huge brush above his head was also writing essays.
Countless calligraphy treasures filled his Country and World.
But as Jia Zhang wrote, his expression suddenly changed.
This was because this independent world seemed to have become tangible and bounded.
The thick, black ink stained the borders of his Country and World, and then seeped in.
Jia Zhang's Country and World had been completely dyed black.
He threw his brush to the ground, and the ink floating in the air around him shone with the light of literary talent, and then spread out to resist the thick ink.
However, under the cover of the thick ink, the light kept dimming and disappearing.
Jia Zhang looked down at his feet in shock.
He saw that the ground of this world had also become ink-black.
His body was sinking even deeper.
It was as if the ground had become a pool of thick ink, and the thick ink kept surging upward, wanting to devour him.
Other than Li Jie, very few people knew about Qi Mo's origins.
The people of Chang 'an felt uneasy when they saw the white-clothed girl suddenly attack, and even though she was fighting one against two, she was still able to easily capture the two Ninth Level experts, Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang at the same time.
"Miss Qi lives in Chang 'an as a guest. This time, she came specially to lend us a hand and prevent the enemy from escaping," Li Jie said from the side.
Zhuo Zui, Cao Ranran, and the others all nodded. "Miss, your cultivation is extraordinary. We admire you."
Seeing this, Qi Mo waved her hand. "You flatter me."
Before she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed, and she turned to look at the sea in the southwest direction.
Everyone followed her gaze and saw that there was already a flash of golden light in the distance where the sea met the sky.
Everyone's expression changed.
They were so close, but they and Qi Mo had only just noticed the other party's arrival. What kind of cultivation level did the other party have?
Zhuo Zui and Cao Ranran shouted in unison, "Be careful! It's a Golden-winged Roc! "
As soon as they opened their mouths, before the people in Chang 'an could come back to their senses, the golden light was as fast as lightning and had already arrived above their heads.
It was indeed an extremely powerful Golden-winged Roc.
Its demonic aura was not concealed at all, and it spread everywhere.
Even though Li Jie, Zhuo Zui, and the others were at the Ninth Level of cultivation, they were still intimidated by the other party's demonic aura, and their hearts trembled.
Apart from Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Zui, the others all let out muffled groans and circulated their martial arts to resist with all their might. It was only by doing so that they could barely restrain the fear in their hearts and prevent themselves from turning around and fleeing or lowering their heads in surrender.
It was said that the Flying Serpent was the master of fear, but those who had dealt with falling stars were sure that this Golden-winged Roc in front of them was much more intimidating than the Flying Serpent Falling Star.
This was a psychological shock that came purely from the difference in their cultivation levels.
"Do you people know where Chang 'an is?"
The Golden-winged Roc suddenly spoke in a human voice. "Or are you people of Chang 'an? Are my fellow clansmen here? "
"Your fellow clansmen invaded Chang 'an and died."
Zhuo Zui said in a deep voice.
The Golden-winged Roc laughed. "Then I'll kill a few people from Chang 'an too."
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his mouth.
Then, a huge suction force came from his mouth, trying to suck everyone in front of him into his mouth.
Although the Golden-winged Roc was not known for this kind of supernatural power among the Demon Clan, his cultivation level was so high that anything he did was equivalent to a great supernatural power.
Therefore, apart from Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Zui, who could barely maintain their figures in the air, the others could not stand steadily, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the Golden-winged Roc.
Yang Ting, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was the first to be swallowed by the Golden-winged Roc.
In an instant, flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
"Although it's not as good as a Martial Emperor, it's still a great tonic for a Ninth Realm human martial artist. It tastes good, but it's a pity that a lot of Qi and blood have been lost because of the injury."
The Golden-winged Roc laughed.
But the people of Chang 'an did not have time to talk.
Cao Ranran and Yuan Zhe showed their countries at the same time.
But under the influence of the suction force from the Golden-winged Roc's mouth, their countries began to distort and deform, like a dilapidated tent that was about to be swept away by a typhoon.
As for Zheng Tianfeng and Lin Ying, their figures were even more unstable.
The mist formed by the Sword Qi around Lin Ying became thinner and thinner, and was sucked into the Golden-winged Roc's mouth.
Zheng Tianfeng's figure stood on the ground as steady as a mountain.
But the Golden-winged Roc seemed to be able to uproot a mountain from the ground, shaking Zheng Tianfeng's figure, making it difficult for him to control himself and rise into the sky.
Seeing this, Qi Mo threw away the two balls of thick ink used to capture Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang.
Then, facing the Golden-winged Roc, she solemnly formed a spell with her hands and tapped lightly.
Then, the ink marks intersected and outlined in the air, condensing into a huge talisman with a radius of a hundred meters.
This talisman was imprinted on the Golden-winged Roc.
Seeing this, the Golden-winged Roc was a little surprised.
It was not that he was not surprised by Qi Mo's outstanding strength.
No matter how outstanding she was, she was still within the Ninth Realm and had not cultivated the Taoist Primordial Spirit.
"Why does it look so familiar?" the Golden-winged Roc muttered to himself.
At the same time, he flapped his wings.
A golden tornado blew out, hitting Qi Mo's talisman.
Then, the ink marks were instantly blown away by the golden storm.
Qi Mo let out a muffled groan and fell back.
The Golden-winged Roc ignored the others and turned to fly toward Qi Mo.
He stretched out his claws and pinched the white-clothed girl in his claws, then sized her up carefully.
"The Taoist conception is indeed familiar, but that should be the work of a Confucian Grandmaster. Why are you a Taoist?" The Golden-winged Roc clicked his tongue in wonder.
He ignored Zhuo Zui and the others, grabbed Qi Mo, and flew back in the direction he came from.
After confirming the whereabouts of his clansmen, although he did not avenge them, the Golden-winged Roc already felt that this trip was not in vain after capturing this white-clothed girl.
As he flew, he pondered the mystery of Qi Mo's body.
"So she's not a disciple of a successor, but ink that has been enlightened into a spirit. No wonder, no wonder …"
While the Golden-winged Roc was sighing, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"That's none of your business."
The Golden-winged Roc's eyes focused and stopped in midair.
In front of him, an outline appeared in the air, gradually revealing the figure of a silver-clawed white dragon.
"What you should be concerned about is, how do you want to die?"
The white dragon's lips curled into a cold smile.
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