Although Yan Jing, who was surrounded at the core, had a calm face on the surface, in fact, she was more nervous than anyone present at this time.

The memory fragments only have knowledge about the medicinal properties of the Void Ink Lotus, but there are no memory fragments of what the Ink Lotus looks like when it matures. Therefore, Yan Jing had to always pay attention to the changes in the ink lotus under her feet.

When Mo Lian matures, it is not only her own opportunity, but also the most dangerous time.

If you still use Ruyi Ding to take away the mature ink lotus like last time, you will definitely not be able to deceive the scattered cultivators and the monks of the Xiaju period who are eyeing each other.

"How do I escape?"

This is the problem that Yan Jing urgently needs to solve.

If the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding can recover part of its functions, especially the function of traveling through space, of course it is not a problem to escape, but judging from the weak voice of Ding Ling Xiao Er just now, if it wasn't for the sudden encounter with Mo Lian that stimulated Ding Ling Xiao Er, I am afraid that he would not even have the power to speak, how could he travel through space and escape with himself?

Try to maintain a calm and breezy expression on his face, but his heart is spinning sharply, looking for a way to escape in front of everyone after collecting Mo Lian.

In the end, the three groups of people joined together, so that they could give themselves a chance to escape.

It seemed that the three groups of people had guessed Yan Jing's thoughts, and they didn't even send out the three-person battle group just now, and they all chose to stare at Mo Lian and Yan Jing's waiting.

If it continues like this, not to mention that the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding will turn into a speck of dust, even if it becomes a tiny particle that is a hundred times smaller than the dust, it will be impossible to escape the divine consciousness of the monks of the Xiaju Period, let alone the three scattered cultivators.

When Yan Jing suddenly thought of the two magic weapons that had always been hidden in the palm of her hand: the Demon Suppression Tower and the Lock Demon Mirror, could they be used at a critical moment to distract everyone's attention?

Yan Jing, who couldn't think of any other good way, could only pin her hope of escaping on the Demon Suppression Tower and the Lock Demon Mirror.

Just as Yan Jing was pondering, she suddenly felt that something seemed to be rising under the ankles of her crossed and falling feet. Moving slightly, he suddenly found a flower stem that Mo Lian had just grown and stared at the flower bud.

When Yan Jing changed from a sitting position to a standing position to make room for the growth of the ink lotus stem, many monks who were watching from a distance all pointed to the growing ink lotus stem that was visible to the naked eye.

"It's coming out."

"It's about to ripen."

Could it be that the moment when the ink lotus blooms is the time for the ink lotus to mature?

In the discussion of the monks who watched the leaves, it was not difficult for Yan Jing to come to such a conclusion.

"Junior, get out of the way, otherwise you will blame the ruthlessness of the immortals for a while."

Scattered immortals generally call themselves immortals, which Yan Jing knows.

No matter what the other party claimed, where Yan Jing went back to pay attention, she only cared about when Mo Lian matured and how to escape after putting it away.

"Xiao Er, I know you can hear it, even I will put it away when the ink lotus blooms in a while, and you don't have to worry about the rest. Remember, remember. ”

Secretly staring at Ding Ling Xiaoer's words, Yan Jing's mind was all on the Demon Suppression Tower clasped in the palm of her right hand.

Yan Jing had already made plans, and this time she could only sacrifice the Demon Suppression Tower, which may have followed her for countless years, which was only a top-level magic weapon inferior to a half-immortal weapon.

Yan Jing's plan was to wait for the moment when Mo Lian bloomed, she suddenly sacrificed the Demon Suppression Tower, and detained herself and Mo Lian inside, so that Ding Ling Xiaoer could calmly put away herself and Mo Lian, so as to take advantage of the unpreparedness of others and once again let the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding turn into dust and float in the void.

Yan Jing, who was engrossed in the ink lotus at her feet, had quietly disappeared from the ranks of onlookers at this time, and there were no seven monks who had intercepted her at this time.

"Get ready to do it!"

It's still that Hong Zhong's Dalu-like voice, this time it should have been infused with a certain amount of power, so Yan Jing's ears were a little buzzing.

"Little Er, it's time to prepare."

Yan Jing also did not forget to remind Ding Ling Xiaoer again.

Since the time left for Yan Jing may only be a moment, she does not have the ability to use two minds, not only to sacrifice the Demon Suppression Tower, but also to hide in the Ruyi Ding at the same time, so she has to pin her hopes on Ding Ling Xiaoer.

"Okay."

Ding Ling Xiaoer made an even weaker voice again, and Xu didn't even have the strength to say one more word.

The size of the ink lotus is enough for Yan Jing to stretch out her arms for more than ten measurements, and the flower stem that sprang out from the center is as thick as Yan Jing's thighs, as high as a zhang, and the huge flower bud at the top is also as big as Yan Jing's hug.

Although there was not a trace of wind in the void space, the huge flower buds swayed slightly at the top of the flower stem.

As the amplitude of the bud's swing gradually increased, three loud roars overlapping suddenly sounded like thunder:

"Do it!"

Yan Jing knew that it was time to sacrifice the Demon Suppression Tower.

When the three gangs led by Sanxian suddenly rushed to Mo Lian in the center and opened a foot away, the scene in front of them suddenly changed, Mo Lian was gone, but a golden and brilliant giant tower stood in the place where Mo Lian grew just now.

"Presumptuous!"

"Guts!"

"Destroy her!"

Yan Jing had already been included in the Ruyi Dingzhong by Ding Ling Xiaoer and the blooming Mo Lian, turned into a speck of undetectable dust, and floated out from the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Although it was a top-level magic weapon that was only inferior to a half-immortal weapon, the Demon Suppression Tower still couldn't resist the three scattered cultivators, coupled with the fierce attacks of several Xiaju period monks, it was shattered almost instantly, turning into countless tiny fragments and floating in the vast void.

However, the golden and splendid giant tower disappeared, but Mo Lian, who was blooming just now, and the Maiden in Mai also disappeared at the same time.

How does this make the three scattered immortals willing?!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

After three angry roars in succession, they all ordered their monks to search on the spot, threatening that if Yan Jing was caught by any of them, she might not be eaten alive.

In fact, Yan Jing even counted the shattered fragments of the Demon Town Tower at that time.

The reason why I chose the Demon Suppression Tower, instead of the Lock Demon Mirror, is that the Demon Suppression Tower can block everyone's eyes for a moment, and the shattered fragments can also make the Ruyi Ding, which is as thin as dust, be in it, and it is not easy to be found.

Sure enough, the Ruyi Ding, which was as thin as dust, happened to be attached to a fragment of the Demon Suppression Tower, and was carried away quickly into the distance.

"It's not good, collect all the pieces, and don't let go of a single piece, not even a piece as small as dust!"

One of the late Xiaju monks seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but open his mouth and remind him loudly.

The three scattered immortals were also dizzy just now, and when they heard this reminder, they suddenly woke up. Relying on his own cultivation, he quickly chased after the fragments of the Demon Suppression Tower that were falling apart and drifting everywhere.