After Zhang Bining, Jia Zhang, and Yang Ting were all contained, Yuan Zhe and Zheng Tianfeng, the two masters of the Ninth Realm, made a move, and the people of Bi Ray Island, the Western Zhou royal family, and the people of Western Chu who refused to surrender were naturally powerless to resist, and they were only swept away.

Zhang Bining and Yang Ting had the heart to save Zicheng Mountain, the Western Zhou royal family, and the people of the Yang family, but Lin Ying and Zhuo Sin in the face seemed to be powerless.

Jia Zhang directly prepared to leave everyone behind and break through alone.

It's a pity that he is also a Confucian in the Ninth Realm, and Cao Ranran's strength is even higher than him.

The two sides of the world unfolded together, and it was Cao Ranran's family and country that turned into boundless fire, constantly burning and encroaching on the independent world created by Jia Zhang's family and country.

Jia Zhang finally broke through from Cao Ranran's home and country, but immediately crashed into another independent world.

It turned out that Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jindi Jiguang Academy, made a move when he saw this.

While suppressing the people of Biray Island, Western Zhou, and Western Chu, he was able to spare some energy and take care of Jia Zhang's side.

Yuan Zhe doesn't have to share the victory or defeat with Jia Zhang.

He only needed to interfere with Jia Zhang, and Jia Zhang couldn't get away for a while, so he was immediately caught up by Cao Ranran again.

The enemy on this side of the West Sea is naturally more difficult to deal with than the lonely Kukai real person on the other side of the South China Sea.

But there are undoubtedly more masters 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 through by themselves.

If they don't go, they won't be able to go.

The three Ninth Realm masters joined forces and rushed out side by side, if they were willing to fight hard and pay some price, the five people of Zhuo Sin were not sure enough, and if they left all three of them, there might be one or two fish that slipped through the net.

However, in the Daming Palace of Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun, who watched all this through the imprints on Zhuo Sin and others, was not in a hurry at all.

Zhang Bining and others are destined to be unable to get out today.

Just as they tried to break out of the encirclement, they were on the lookout, and the threat in the shadows surfaced.

First of all, in front of Yang Ting, there was suddenly an extra fist.

A fist that is in no way inferior to the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm.

A fist that looks like the stars in the sky are upside down.

Yang Ting, who was already injured in Zhuo Sin's palm and was desperately escaping, was immediately beaten upside down and flew out in the face of this sudden punch.

He has been on guard against his opponent's secret ambush in his heart.

However, at this moment, he was already powerless, and was punched away by Li Jie, the master of the Dahe Longmen Gate, who suddenly appeared.

Yang Tingkou spurted blood, barely holding on.

He knew he couldn't fall.

But it's still that sentence, and it's powerless.

The expected palm came from behind, and he couldn't dodge it.

So after Li Jie punched, Zhuo Sin made up for it again.

The master of the ninth realm, Yang Ting, the head of the Yang family, was no longer able to support it, and his body fell downward, seriously injured and dying.

At the same time as Li Ming's hand, there was more a girl in white in mid-air.

The girl's whole body is black and white, and her skin is bloodless, as if it is completely composed of two colors: black and white.

With one hand, she immediately became a thick ink, covering Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang all over the world.

"Is this Taoist or Confucian?"

One Confucian, one Confucian, and two masters of the Ninth Realm, were a little unable to see through the roots of the girl in front of them for a while.

But as soon as they were shrouded in the black ink, the two of them felt that their connection with the outside world had been severed.

The two of them, who were still holding hands side by side, didn't feel each other's existence at this moment.

They can only work hard to break through the foggy ink in front of them.

Zhang Bining controlled his own Zicheng Mountain Treasure Zixiao Sword and performed the Imperial Sword Technique Zixiao Heaven.

Its sword light suddenly turned purple, and then drove Zhang Bining's entire body to merge with the sword, turning into purple light and rushing into the sky.

The purple light broke through the thick ink and went all the way forward.

But the black ink in front of me seems to have no end.

No matter how Zhang Bining rushed to kill in it, he couldn't rush out.

Her sword light gradually consumed and gradually dimmed, but she still couldn't break out of the thick ink encirclement.

On the other side, Jia Zhang, the great Confucian of the Ninth Realm, unfolded his home country and protected himself.

Jia Zhang is in the world of his family and country, temporarily isolated from the outside world.

He quickly picked up the pen and wrote, splashed ink, and wrote one splendid article after another.

While he was writing, there was a huge pen like a rafter above his head, and he was also writing articles.

Countless ink treasures are all over his home and country.

But as Jia Zhang wrote, his expression changed suddenly.

Because, this independent world seems to have become tangible and bounded.

The thick black ink soaked the borders of the country and the world, and then penetrated in.

Jia Zhang's home country has been dyed black entirely.

He threw his pen on the ground, and the ink blots suspended in mid-air around him instead shone with Wenhua treasure light, and then spread out to resist the thick ink of the other party.

However, under the thick ink cover, the treasure light continued to dim and disappear.

Jia Zhang looked down at his feet in shock.

I saw that the ground of this world had also become inky black.

He was sinking even lower.

It seemed that the ground had turned into a pond of thick ink, which kept churning upwards to swallow him.

Except for Li Jie, few people know Qi Mo's origins.

At this time, seeing that the girl in white suddenly made a move, she was still at ease with one enemy and two enemies, and she wanted to capture Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang, two masters of the Ninth Realm, at the same time, and the people of Chang'an also felt uneasy and secretly guarded.

"Miss Qi lives in Chang'an, and this time she is here to help us in case the enemy escapes. Li Jie said on the side.

Zhuo Sin, Cao Ranran and others all nodded: "The girl's cultivation is outstanding, I admire it." ”

Seeing this, Qi Mo waved his hand: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

Before she could finish speaking, her face suddenly changed color, and she turned her head to look at the sea in the southwest direction.

Everyone followed her line of sight, and saw that there was already a flash of golden light at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance.

Everyone's faces changed color together.

The distance was so close, they and Qi Mo only noticed that the other party brought, what kind of cultivation did the person who came?

Zhuo Sin and Cao Ranran shouted in unison: "Be careful! It's a golden-winged Dapeng bird!"

As soon as they spoke, before the people of Chang'an came back to their senses, the golden light was as fast as lightning and had already reached the top of everyone's heads.

It is really an extremely powerful golden-winged roc bird.

His demonic aura was undisguised and scattered everywhere.

With the cultivation strength of Li Jie, Zhuo Sin and others in the ninth realm, they were all shocked by the other party's demonic aura at this moment, and they were terrified.

Except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Sin, the rest all snorted and resisted with all their might, so that they could barely restrain the horror in their hearts, and not turn around and run away or bow their heads and surrender.

It is said that the beetle snake lord is frightened, but those who have dealt with the meteorite are sure that the golden-winged roc bird in front of him is much stronger than the beetle snake meteorite.

This is purely from the soul crushing shock brought about by the difference in strength of the realm.

"You guys, do you know where Chang'an is?"

The golden-winged Dapeng bird suddenly opened its mouth and let out a human voice: "Or are you from Chang'an?

"Your kindred invaded Chang'an and died. ”

Zhuo Sin said in a deep voice.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird smiled: "Then I'll kill a few people in Chang'an." ”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth suddenly.

Then from his mouth, a huge suction force came out, and he wanted to suck all the people in front of him into his mouth.

Although the Golden-winged Dapeng Bird is not known for similar supernatural powers in the demon clan, he is now in the realm of crushing everyone, and doing anything is equivalent to great supernatural powers.

So for a while, except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Sin, who could barely maintain their bodies in mid-air, everyone else was unstable, as if they wanted to involuntarily throw themselves into the mouth of that Dapeng.

Yang Ting, who was seriously injured and dying, was the first to bear it, and was directly swallowed by the golden-winged Dapeng bird.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew.

"Although it is not as good as the Martial Emperor, the Terran warriors of the Ninth Realm are also considered to be a great supplement, and they taste good, but it is a pity that under the injury, a lot of qi and blood are leaked. ”

The golden-winged roc bird laughed.

The people in Chang'an didn't care to speak.

Cao Ranran and Yuan Zhe showed their home and country at the same time.

But under the influence of the suction power coming from the mouth of the golden-winged roc bird, the world of the two families began to distort and deform, like a dilapidated tent, as if it was about to be swept away by a typhoon.

And Zheng Tianfeng and Lin Ying are even more unstable.

The mist that the sword qi around Lin Ying was turning into thinner and thinner, and it 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 the mountain peak up from the ground, shake Zheng Tianfeng's figure, make it difficult to control himself, and ascend to the sky.

Seeing this, Qi Mo discarded the two balls of thick ink that captured Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang.

Then, she faced the golden-winged Dapeng bird, solemnly and lightly pinched the magic trick in her hand.

As a result, the Dao ink marks converged and outlined in mid-air, condensing into a huge talisman with a radius of hundreds of meters.

This talisman was imprinted towards the golden-winged Dapeng bird.

Seeing this, Dapeng was a little surprised.

He was not surprised by Qi Mo's superior strength.

No matter how outstanding it is, it is still within the scope of the Nine Realms, and it has not been able to cultivate the Taoist Yuan Shen.

"Why do you look so familiar?" roc muttered to himself.

At the same time, he flapped his wings.

A golden tornado blew out, hitting Qi Mo's talisman.

As a result, the ink marks were suddenly blown away by the golden storm.

Qi Mo snorted, and his figure fell backwards.

The Dapeng Bird no longer paid attention to the others, and instead flew towards Qi Mo.

He clawed the girl in white in his paws, and then looked carefully.

"The artistic conception of Taoism is indeed familiar, but it should be the handwriting of a great Confucian master, how are you a Taoist?"

He ignored Zhuo Sin and the others, grabbed Qi Mo, turned around and flew away in the direction he came.

confirmed the whereabouts of the same clan, although he did not avenge it, but after capturing the girl in white, Dapeng already felt that the trip was worthwhile.

While he flew away, he pondered the mystery of Qi Mo's body:

"It turned out that it was not a disciple, but the ink was turned into essence, no wonder, no wonder ......"

The Golden-winged Roc Bird was sighing, when it was suddenly interrupted by a voice:

"That's none of your business. ”

Dapeng stared at him and stopped in mid-air.

In front of him, a silhouette appeared in the air, gradually manifesting the form of a silver-clawed white dragon.

"What you should be concerned about is, how do you want to die?"

The corners of the white dragon's mouth outlined a human-like sneer.