Chapter 283: . Caring about how I died

After Zhang Bining, Jia Zhang, and Yang Ting were all restrained, Yuan Zhe and Zheng Tianfeng, two masters of the Ninth Realm, took action. Biray Island, the Western Zhou royal family, and the people of Western Chu who refused to return, were naturally unable to resist, only to be swept away. child.
Zhang Bining and Yang Ting were determined to rescue Zicheng Mountain, the Western Zhou Dynasty royal family, and the Yang family, but they were powerless in the face of Lin Ying and Zhuo's crimes.
Jia Zhang directly prepared to leave everyone behind and break through alone.
It is a pity that Cao Ranran is also a great Confucian in the ninth realm, and Cao Ranran is even more powerful than him.
The family, country, and world of both sides are unfolding together, and it is surprising that Cao Ranran's family and country has turned into a boundless fire, constantly burning and engulfing the independent world created by Jia Zhang's family and country.
Jia Zhang finally broke through from Cao Ranran's homeland, but immediately slammed into the other independent world.
It turned out that Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy of Jindi, took the shot.
While suppressing the people of Biray Island, Xizhou, and Xichu, he could also allocate a little energy to take care of Jia Zhang's side.
Yuan Zhe doesn't have to have to divide the victory or defeat with Jia Zhang.
He only needs to interfere with Jia Zhang. Jia Zhang couldn't get away for a while, so he was caught up by Cao Ranran again.
Enemies on the West Sea side are naturally more difficult to deal with than the lonely man Kukai on the South Sea side.
But Changan has undoubtedly more masters gathered this time.
Zhang Bining and Yang Ting had no choice but to make the same choice as Jia Zhang, trying to break through by themselves.
They can't go if they don't go.
The three ninth-level masters worked together and rushed out side by side. If they were willing to pay a price, the Zhuo Sin Five were not sure enough, leaving them all behind, there might be one or two fish that slip through the net.
However, in the Daming Palace of Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun, who was watching all this through the marks of Zhuo Sin and others, was not in a hurry.
Zhang Bining and others are destined to be unable to get away today.
When they tried to break out of the siege, they were always on guard, and they were in a secret threat that surfaced.
First of all, in front of Yang Ting, a fist suddenly appeared.
A fist that is by no means inferior to the Thunder Palm of Zhuo Gui Jiu Xiao.
A fist that looks like a starry river in the sky.
Yang Ting, who was already wounded under Zhuo Sin's palm, was desperately escaping, facing this sudden punch, he was immediately knocked down and flew out.
He has been guarding against the secret ambush of his opponent.
However, at this moment, he was already powerless, and he was fisted by Li Jie, the master of Dahe Longmen who suddenly appeared.
Yang Ting spurted blood, barely supporting.
He knew he could not fall.
But still that sentence, powerless.
An unexpected palm hit from behind, and he couldn't avoid it.
So after Li Jie punched, Zhuo Sin made another palm.
The ninth stage master, Yang Ting, the head of the Yang family, was no longer able to support him, and his figure fell downward, dying of serious injuries.
At the same time that Li Jiejie held hands, a girl in white appeared in midair.
The girl's whole body is black and white, and the skin is not bloody, as if it is completely composed of black and white.
With a single hand, Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang were immediately covered with thick ink.
"Is this Taoist school or Confucian school?"
One by one, two masters of the ninth realm, they couldn't see through the foundation of the girl in front of them for a while.
But as soon as they were enveloped by the black ink, the two of them felt that their connection with the outside world had all been cut off.
The two who had just been side by side didn't feel each other at this moment.
They can only work their own efforts to break through the thick ink that is like a mist in front of them.
Zhang Bining drives his Zicheng Mountain Supreme Sword, the Zixiao Zongtian Jue.
The sword light suddenly turned purple, and then led Zhang Bining's whole body to join the sword, turning into purple light and soaring into the sky.
Ziguang broke through the thick ink and moved forward.
But the black ink in front of me seemed to have no end.
No matter how Zhang Bining rushed in it, he couldn't rush out.
Her sword light was gradually consumed and gradually dimmed, but she still couldn't break out of the thick ink.
On the other side, the Great Confucian Jia Zhang of the ninth realm expands his own homeland and protects himself.
Jia Zhang is in the world of his family, temporarily isolated from the outside world.
He quickly picked up his pen to write, splashed a few strokes of ink, and wrote one beautiful article after another.
While he is writing, the space above his head is more like a giant pen in a rafter, and he is also writing articles.
Countless calligraphy, covering his homeland and the world.
But as Jia Zhang wrote, his expression suddenly changed.
Because this independent world seems to have become tangible and bounded.
The thick black ink stained the borders of the country, the world, and then penetrated in.
Jia Zhang's home country and the world have been dyed black.
He threw his pen to the ground, and the ink marks floating in the air around him, on the contrary, shone with the rich light of Wenhua, and then spread out to resist the thick ink of the opponent.
However, under the thick ink, Baoguang dimmed and disappeared continuously.
Jia Zhang looked down at his feet in shock.
Seeing that the ground of this world has also become black.
His figure is sinking even more.
It seems that the ground has become a pond of thick ink, and the thick ink keeps pouring upwards to swallow him.
Except for Li Jie, few people know the origin of Qi Mo.
At this moment, seeing the white-clothed girl suddenly shot, she was still able to capture Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang two ninth realm masters at the same time with one enemy and two. The Chang'an people also felt uneasy and secretly watched out.
"Miss Qi lives in Chang'an. This time, she is here to help us to prevent the enemy from getting out." Li Jie said from the side.
Zhuo Xin, Cao Ranran and others all nodded: "The girl has a superb level of cultivation, and I will admire it."
When Qi Mo saw this, he waved his hand: "Don't be it, don't be it."
Before she finished her words, her face suddenly changed color, turning her head to look towards the sea in the southwest.
Everyone looked at her and saw a golden light flashing in the distance where the sea and the sky meet.
Everyone changes color together.
With such a close distance, they and Qi Mo only realized that the other party had brought them. What kind of cultivation was the person who came?
Zhuo Sin and Cao Ranran shouted in unison: "Be careful! It's a golden-winged roc bird!"
They had just spoken, and before everyone in Changan came back to their senses, the golden light was as fast as a rush, and it had reached everyone's head.
It really is an extremely powerful golden-winged roc bird.
One of the demonic spirits was unconcealed, scattered around.
With the cultivation strength of Li Jie, Zhuo Sin and others in the ninth stage, at this moment, they were shocked by the demon energy of the other party, and they were terrified.
With the exception of Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Xin, all the others snorted and tried their best to resist, so that they could barely restrain the horror in their hearts, and would not turn around and run away or bow their heads to surrender.
It is said that the snake master is frightened, but those who have dealt with the meteorite are convinced that the shock and terror of the golden-winged roc bird in front of us is much stronger than that of the meteorite.
This is purely from the soul crushing shock brought about by the realm strength gap.
"You know where Chang'an is?"
The Golden-winged Roc Bird suddenly spoke, and said, "Or, you are from Chang'an? Are you my family here?"
"Your kin has invaded Chang'an and has already died."
Zhuo Sin said in a deep voice.
The golden-winged Dapeng bird smiled: "Then I will kill a few people in Chang'an, too."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth suddenly.
Then from his mouth, there was a huge suction force, and everyone in front of him was sucked into his mouth.
Although the Golden Winged Dapeng Bird is not good at similar magical powers among the monster race, his current realm crushes everyone, and whatever he does, it is equivalent to great magical powers.
So for a while, except for Qi Mo, Li Jie, and Zhuo Xin who could barely maintain their figure in the air, everyone else was unstable, as if they were about to fall into the mouth of the Dapeng involuntarily.
Yang Ting, who was seriously injured and dying, was the first to bear it, and was directly swallowed by the Golden-winged Roc.
Suddenly, flesh and blood fly.
"Although it is not as good as the Emperor Wu, the human martial artist of the ninth stage can be considered a great supplement, and the taste is good, but it is a pity that a lot of blood has leaked under the injury."
The golden-winged roc bird laughed.
Everyone in Chang'an couldn't care about talking.
Cao Ranran and Yuan Zhe showed their homeland and world at the same time.
But under the influence of the suction from the golden-winged Dapeng bird, the world of the two people's homeland began to twist and deform, like a dilapidated tent, as if to be swept away by a typhoon.
Zheng Tianfeng and Lin Ying are even more unstable.
The mist from the sword gas around Lin Ying became thinner and thinner, and was inhaled by Dapeng.
Zheng Tianfeng's figure stood on the ground as stable as a mountain.
But the other party seemed to be able to lift the mountain from the ground, shaking Zheng Tianfeng's figure, making it difficult to control himself and ascending to the sky.
Upon seeing this, Qi Mo discarded the two groups of thick ink that had captured Zhang Bining and Jia Zhang.
Then, facing the golden-winged Dapeng bird, she solemnly, squeezed the method lightly.
As a result, the ink marks converge and outline in the air, condensing into a huge talisman with a radius of hundreds of meters.
This talisman was printed on the golden-winged roc bird.
Dapeng was a little surprised upon seeing this.
It's not that he is not surprised that Qi Mo is superior in 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 into the Taoist soul.
"Why look so familiar?" Dapeng muttered to himself.
At the same time, he flapped his wings.
A golden tornado blew out, hitting Qi Mo's talisman.
So the ink marks were scattered by the golden storm.
Qi Mo snorted, and his figure fell backward.
Dapeng Bird ignored the others and flew towards Qi Mo instead.
With his paws all over, he pinched the white-clothed girl 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. Why are you a Taoist?" The golden-winged Dapeng bird was surprised.
He stopped paying attention to Zhuo Xin and others, grabbed Qi Mo, turned back and flew away in the direction he came.
Confirmed the whereabouts of the same clan, although he did not avenge him, but after arresting the girl in white, Dapeng felt that his trip was worthwhile.
While flying away, he pondered the secrets of Qi Mo:
"It turned out not to be a descendant disciple, but the ink was spotted into essence, no wonder, no wonder..."
The Golden-winged Roc Bird was sighing and was suddenly interrupted by a voice:
"That's none of your business."
Dapeng's eyes condensed, and he stopped in midair.
In front of him, a silhouette emerged in the air, gradually showing the figure of a silver-clawed white dragon.
"What you should care about is, how do you want to die?"
At the corner of Bailong's mouth, a human-like sneer appeared.