I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

After Zhang Bining, Jia Zhang, and Yang Ting were restrained, Yuan Zhe and Zheng Tianfeng, two masters of the ninth realm, made their move. Biyu Island, the Western Zhou royal family, and the Western Chu people who refused to surrender were naturally powerless to resist, and could only be swept away. Son.

Zhang Bining and Yang Ting are determined to rescue Zicheng Mountain, the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the Yang family, but Lin Ying and Zhuo Zui in front of them seem unable to do what they want.

Jia Zhang directly prepared to leave the crowd and break out alone.

It's a pity that Cao Ranran is even more powerful than him as he is also a great Confucian in the ninth realm.

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

Jia Zhang managed to break through from Cao Ranran's home country, but immediately crashed into another independent world.

It turned out that it was Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Jindi who saw this and acted.

While suppressing the Biying Island, Western Zhou, and Western Chu people, he can also spare some energy to take care of Jia Zhang.

Yuan Zhe doesn't have to decide whether to win or lose with Jia Zhang.

He only needs to interfere with Jia Zhang, and Jia Zhang can't get away for a while, and Cao Ranran catches up immediately.

The enemy on the West Sea side is naturally more difficult to deal with than the lonely Kong Hai Zhenren on the South China Sea side.

But there are undoubtedly more masters gathered in Chang'an this time.

In desperation, Zhang Bining and Yang Ting had to make the same choice as Jia Zhang and try to break through by themselves.

If they don't leave, they won't be able to leave either.

The three masters of the ninth realm worked together and rushed out side by side. If they were willing to pay some price, Zhuo Zui and the five were not sure enough to keep all three of them, and one or two might slip through the net.

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

Zhang Bining and others are destined to be unable to escape today.

Just when they were trying to break out of the siege, they had been on guard, threatened in the dark, and surfaced.

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

A fist that is by no means inferior to Zhuo Zui's Nine Heavens Thunder Palm.

A fist that looks like a galaxy rewinding in the sky.

Yang Ting, who was already injured in Zhuo Zui's palm and who was desperately trying to escape, was immediately thrown backwards by the sudden punch.

He has been guarding against the opponent's secret ambush in his heart.

However, at this moment, he was unable to do what he wanted, and was punched and sent flying by Li Jie, the head of Dahe Longmen who suddenly appeared.

Yang Ting spat out blood, barely supporting himself.

He knows he cannot fall.

But still that sentence, powerless.

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

So after Li Jie punched, Zhuo Zui made another punch.

Yang Ting, the master of the ninth realm and the head of the Yang family, could no longer support himself, and fell down, dying of serious injuries.

At the same time as Li Jie made his hand, another girl in white clothes appeared in midair.

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

As soon as she opened her hand, thick ink was immediately filled, covering Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang in all directions.

"Is this a Taoist method or a Confucian method?"

One, one Confucian, two ninth-level masters, for a while, they couldn't see through the roots of the girl in front of them.

But as soon as they were covered by the black ink, the two of them felt that their connection with the outside world was cut off.

The two who were holding hands side by side just now couldn't feel each other's existence at this moment.

They can only work hard on their own to break through the thick ink like fog in front of them.

Zhang Bining controls the Zixiao Sword, the most precious treasure of her own Zicheng Mountain, and performs the Zixiao Zongtian Jue, the art of imperial swordsmanship.

Its sword light suddenly turned purple, and then led Zhang Bining's entire body to join the sword, turning into purple light and soaring into the sky.

The purple light broke through the thick ink and moved forward.

But the black ink marks in front of my eyes seemed to have no end.

No matter how Zhang Bining charged in it, he couldn't get out.

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

On the other hand, Jia Zhang, a great Confucian in the Ninth Realm, launched his own family, country and world, and protected himself in it.

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

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

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

Countless treasures of calligraphy are all over his home country and the world.

But while Jia Zhang was writing, his expression suddenly changed.

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

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

Jia Zhang's family, country and world have been dyed black.

He threw the pen on the ground, and the ink blots floating in the air around him shone with the precious light of Wenhua, and then spread out to resist the opponent's thick ink.

However, under the cover of thick ink, Baoguang kept dimming and disappearing.

Jia Zhang looked down at his feet in shock.

Seeing that the ground of this world has also become pitch black.

His figure is sinking downwards.

It seemed that the ground had turned into a pond of thick ink, and the thick ink kept surging upwards, trying to swallow him up.

Except for Li Jie, few people knew about Qi Mo's origin.

At this time, seeing the girl in white suddenly make a move, one against two and still able to capture Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang, two masters of the ninth realm, alive at the same time, all the people in Chang'an also felt uneasy and secretly guarded.

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

Zhuo Zui, Cao Ranran and others all nodded: "Young lady's cultivation is extraordinary, I admire you."

Seeing this, Qi Mo waved his hands: "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it."

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

Everyone followed her gaze, and saw a golden light flashing at the place where the sea and the sky meet in the distance.

Everyone's faces changed color together.

The distance is so close, they and Qi Mo just realized that the other party is coming, what kind of cultivation is the person who comes?

Zhuo Zui and Cao Ranran shouted in unison: "Be careful! It's a golden-winged roc!"

They just opened their mouths, and before everyone in Chang'an came back to their senses, the golden light had already reached the top of everyone's heads as fast as a lightning bolt.

It really is an extremely powerful golden-winged roc.

His demonic aura was undisguised and scattered everywhere.

With the cultivation strength of Li Jie, Zhuo Zui and others at the ninth level, at this moment, they were frightened by the opponent's demonic aura.

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

It is said that Teng Snake Lord is terrified, but those who have dealt with Meteor are convinced that the frightening and intimidating effect of this Garuda in front of them is much stronger than that of Teng Snake Meteor.

This is purely the spiritual crushing shock brought about by the gap in realm strength.

"You guys, 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 fellow clansmen here?"

"Your clan invaded Chang'an and died."

Zhuo Zui said in a low voice.

The golden-winged roc smiled: "Then I'll kill a few people in Chang'an too."

When he was speaking, he opened his mouth suddenly.

Then from his mouth, there was a huge suction force, trying to suck all the people in front of him into his mouth.

Although the golden-winged roc is not known for similar supernatural powers among the monster clan, but he is now crushing everyone in his realm, and doing anything casually is equivalent to great supernatural powers.

So for a while, except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Zui, who could barely maintain their figures in mid-air, the others were unable to stand still, as if they were going to throw themselves into the mouth of the roc involuntarily.

Yang Ting, who was seriously injured and dying, couldn't bear it first, and was directly swallowed by the golden-winged roc.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Although it's not as good as Martial Emperor, the ninth realm's human warriors can be regarded as a great tonic. The taste is good, but it's a pity that after being injured, a lot of energy and blood have been vented."

The golden-winged roc laughed.

Everyone in Chang'an couldn't care less about talking.

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

But under the influence of the suction force coming from the mouth of the golden-winged roc, the world of the two of them began to distort, like a dilapidated tent, as if it was about to be swept away by the 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 stable as a mountain.

But the other party seems to be able to pull the mountain from the ground, shake Zheng Tianfeng's figure, making 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 roc, solemnly, and lightly squeezed the formula with her hands.

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

This talisman was printed on the golden-winged roc.

Seeing this, Dapeng was a little surprised.

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

No matter how superior it is, it is still within the scope of the Nine Realms, and it has not been able to cultivate the Taoist primordial spirit.

"Why does it look so familiar?" Dapeng muttered to himself.

At the same time, he flapped his wings.

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

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

Qi Mo snorted, and slumped backwards.

But Dapeng ignored the others and flew towards Qi Mo instead.

He covered his paws, pinched the white-clothed girl in his paws, and then looked at her carefully.

"The artistic conception of Taoism is indeed familiar, but it should be the handwriting of a great Confucian master. Why are you a Taoist?" The golden-winged roc was amazed.

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

After confirming the whereabouts of the same clan, although he didn't take revenge for him, Dapeng already felt that his trip was worthwhile after capturing the girl in white.

While flying away, he pondered the mysteries of Qi Mo:

"It turned out that it was not the disciple of the successor, but the ink was turned into a spirit. No wonder, no wonder..."

The golden-winged roc was sighing, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice:

"That's none of your business."

Dapeng stared and stopped in mid-air.

In front of him, a silhouette emerged from the air, gradually manifesting the figure of a silver-clawed white dragon.

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

The corner of Bailong's mouth formed a human-like sneer.

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