Zhang Yuanqing's loud cry was accompanied by a terrible, overwhelming yin and cold aura surging from the Tianji Building, like a breath from the depths of hell, rapidly polluting the magnificent tower.

Being on the eighth floor, he bore the brunt of the impact. He was directly hit by the expanding and rampant yin energy. In an instant, he felt the Taiyin power in his body become chaotic and uncontrollable, just like when he was stared at by the vertical eye on the forehead of the Devil Eye Heavenly King.

His complexion began to turn pale, his eyes became bloodshot, his rationality faded, and his bloodthirsty and brutal nature surfaced. Like the disciples in the building, he was transforming into a yin corpse due to the Taiyin power rampage.

The next second, the fierce and domineering power of the Sun God burst out from his body, suppressing the yin energy and curbing the mutation of his body.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly flew out of the Tianji Building, escaping into the air. He saw the entire Tianji Building shaking violently, like a building about to collapse in an earthquake. All the candles in the building flickered, turning into eerie green ghost fires.

The originally brightly lit tower became a ghost tower in the dark night, emitting a chilling and eerie light. The disciples in the building, whether awake or asleep, whether extraordinary or saint, were transforming into yin creatures under the erosion of the yin and cold aura.

Their consciousness vanished instantly, and they emitted beast-like "hoarse" sounds from their throats. The rationality in their eyes faded, leaving only pure brutality and bloodlust.

"Fuck!" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but curse.

His speculation was correct. The National Preceptor was refining yin corpses. He didn't want to refine himself into a Level 9 yin creature. Based on his previous experience, the National Preceptor was now in a weak Level 9 state, surpassing the peak of Level 8, but not truly promoted to Level 9. This was because he had failed to seize the dragon energy, and had no choice but to break through early.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The noise of helicopter propellers came. Bee Woman, Xiao Yuan, who was known for her speed, was the first to arrive. Although she had already advanced to "Defiled Spirit," she still preferred to use her Gu body to travel.

The advantage of the Gu body did not disappear with her advancement to Dominator. Then, a stream of fire came swiftly and exploded outside the Tianji Building. Duan Bangzhu, with dark red hair and a burly figure, manifested.

He was covered in bloodstains, with injuries that were neither light nor severe. The Dominator-level yin corpse that had fought with him had already turned into charred remains in the scorching flames.

Finally, the Palace Mistress in a red dress glided over on a strip of silk, like a shooting star.

The three Dominators stood side by side with Zhang Yuanqing, floating in the air, looking at the Tianji Building. The entire tower seemed to have added terrifying special effects, emitting eerie green light, revealing an eerie and terrifying aura, like a building from the underworld appearing in the human world.

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "As I expected, the National Preceptor has refined himself into a yin creature, wanting to break through to the Grandmaster realm. Although the plan has been disrupted by me, he has still stepped into the Grandmaster realm with one foot."

These words were mainly for Duan Bangzhu to hear. This Jianghu brute didn't understand the concept of weak Level 9, but he could understand half-step Grandmaster in an instant.

Duan Bangzhu was shocked, but what shocked him even more was the emperor beside him. He looked him up and down in disbelief, "What Wang Beiwang said is all true?"

Wang Beiwang had told him that His Majesty the Emperor had a talent comparable to a demon, and therefore suffered from heavenly jealousy. He was afraid that his shocking cultivation would be sealed, so he was disheartened, indulged in wine and women, and lived a decadent life.

Duan Bangzhu and Elder Xu didn't believe it at all, thinking that this was Zhao Shunzhou's bewitching words.

There was no lack of similar events in history. Many heroes would fabricate some shocking legends for themselves before they rose up, in order to deter people's hearts, such as beheading the white snake, such as proclaiming themselves celestial masters, and so on.

Unexpectedly, what Zhao Shunzhou said was actually true. The fact that he had entered the master realm was right in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

"A ruler doesn't joke." Zhang Yuanqing stood with his hands behind his back. "Since ancient times, emperors have been sons of heaven, but only Zheng is a human king who is feared by heaven."

Bangzhu was greatly shocked, and then looked at Xiao Yuan and the Palace Mistress. He was suspicious, "Are you two also human kings?"

Xiao Yuan and the Palace Mistress still had a sense of shame and didn't respond.

At this moment, the four of them felt a chill in their hearts, possessing a feeling of being watched by a terrifying creature. Their hairs stood on end, and a chill ran down their spines.

From the Tianji Building with flickering ghost fires, a deep darkness suddenly surged out. In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing and the others were in complete darkness and silence.

They couldn't hear a single sound, and even the stars in the sky disappeared. Zhang Yuanqing had encountered a similar situation before, that was during the trip to the capital, when he was pulled into the secret realm by Ling Tuo.

He didn't hesitate to use the "Sun Rise" skill, condensing the power of the Sun God on his head, forming a miniature sun.

Golden light burst through the darkness, dispelling the secret realm, and returning to the real world.

At the same time, the Palace Mistress's urgent call came from his ear, "Your Majesty, be careful behind you."

A tall and burly black shadow manifested behind him, and claws gleaming with black light stabbed towards his heart.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly opened the item bar and took out the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and the Violet Thunder Shield.

Since there was no time to wear the "Craftsman Ring," after the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon transformed into a dragon shape, it fell to the street below with a crash, making a deafening snore.

The Violet Thunder Shield faced the ghostly claw attack alone.

"Chi!"

In the ear-piercing sound of metal twisting, the claws gleaming with black light pierced through the Violet Thunder Shield and inserted into Zhang Yuanqing's chest and abdomen. Taking advantage of the opportunity brought by the props, Zhang Yuanqing condensed a golden spear in his right hand and stabbed it into the chest of the tall black shadow.

At this time, he could see the true face of the tall black shadow.

This was a yin creature wearing a Taoist robe, with white hair like dry grass scattered on top of its head, and a Mo Yu-like Pixiu lying on its head.

Its skin was dark black and keratinized, its two eyeballs were emerald green, its senile white fangs protruded from its lips, and a viscous, mist-like yin energy filled its body.

The golden light stabbed into the opponent's chest like a red-hot iron immersed in molten iron, making a "chi chi" explosion sound, and bursts of illusory black smoke rose.

And Zhang Yuanqing's mouth and chest condensed ice and frost, and yin energy invaded his body, freezing his vitality.

"Zhao Shun, you ruined my big plan and forced me to leave seclusion early. There is no hope for promotion to Grandmaster. Today, I will use your life and the lives of the creatures in the city to atone for your sins." The National Preceptor spoke human words, his voice no longer ethereal and majestic, but with a hoarse voice with phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Aowu!"

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was finally awakened by its owner. It rushed towards the sky, its neck bulged, and it sprayed pure Yang flames towards the two. The Mo Yu Pixiu on the top of its head opened its mouth.

The air current rolled, and the fierce and domineering Yang flames were instantly sucked into the Pixiu's mouth. A dark golden light lit up in the Pixiu's abdomen, as if it was about to expand, and in the next second, it was refined into nothingness.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon's big eyes bulged out, as if it was shocked.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yuanqing kicked the National Preceptor in the chest, kicking away the claws stuck in his chest.

Immediately, he switched to the mount mode, riding the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and fleeing out of the city, shouting, "Follow me."

Xiao Yuan, the Palace Mistress, and Duan Bangzhu understood and chased after him towards the outside of the city.

The Dominator-level battlefield cannot be in the inner city, as it would involve too many ordinary people.

The battle had just begun, and both sides had not yet exerted their full strength. Once they were blinded by the fight, they would not care about the people in the city at all.

Although most of the spirits in the dungeon would refresh, what would happen to the next mission if the capital was destroyed?

The National Preceptor stood in mid-air, motionless, his voice hoarse and terrifying, "Zhao Shun, if you dare to escape, I will turn the capital into a ghost city."

Zhang Yuanqing "Pfft" and took out the natal spirit object, the Lunar, and shouted, "Old thief, I have a treasure that can help you advance to the Grandmaster realm. Come and get it if you have the guts."

The National Preceptor's emerald green eyes shrank, revealing a look of greed. He had a desire for the treasure in Zhao Shun's hand that came from instinct. No yin creature could refuse a natal spirit object of Taiyin origin.

He turned into a wisp of black smoke, seemingly slow but actually fast, and chased after him. The two chased after each other, and soon, they came outside the city and continued south until the outline of the city wall was left at the end of the horizon. Zhang Yuanqing stopped and turned his head to look, only to find that the National Preceptor was gone.

He opened the item bar, summoned the Gale Glove, and felt the surrounding airflow. Although the Night Wanderer could cover up his aura and movements, it couldn't make his body disappear.

However, even Zhang Yuanqing didn't find the National Preceptor from the feedback of the airflow.

A secret higher than Night Wanderer?

A two-meter-tall yin creature manifested, less than ten meters away from Zhang Yuanqing.

Dense yin energy took the opportunity to surge in, wanting to engulf him.

In the distance, the Palace Mistress's skirt fluttered, and thousands of streamers shot out, stretching out towards the National Preceptor like claws. On the other side, Xiao Yuan waved her hands in the void and conjured a virtual magic table. Bright red candles burned on the table, and there were talisman paper, straw men, silver needles, copper coins, incense ashes, and other items. She grabbed the straw man and chanted.

The face of the straw man twisted, turning into a black-skinned yin creature with withered white hair, which was the National Preceptor's figurine.

The little finger picked up the incense ashes and smeared them on the straw man's face. A viscous black liquid flowed out from the top of the National Preceptor's head in the distance, full of filth and full of evil.

His whole body was like a malfunctioning machine, stiff there. The red threads took the opportunity to wrap around him, tightly binding him into a rice dumpling.

Duan Bangzhu ran wildly in the air, his whole body ignited with flames, comparable to a falling meteor. He quickly approached the National Preceptor, and with a "chi" sound, the flames in his right palm spewed out, condensing into a substantial flame sword.

Duan Bangzhu jumped up, rotating his body and driving the sword, and slashed fiercely at the yin creature's head.

The Pixiu on the top of the National Preceptor's head swelled again, opening its dark mouth.

The flame knife in Duan Bangzhu's hand instantly disintegrated into red streamers and was sucked into the Pixiu's mouth. The defiled spiritual power poured on the National Preceptor was also taken away.

The National Preceptor shook his arms, and the red threads shattered. The claws gleaming with black light swept towards the sky, and Duan Bangzhu's right arm was cut off at the shoulder.

He endured the severe pain and counterattacked. With a bang, the Fire God flew out, his chest sunken and his abdomen cut open by the claws, his intestines hanging down.

The Fire Master, who was good at close combat, was instantly defeated miserably.

At this time, the broken red threads were like experiencing a reversal of time, and they were restored to their original state. Instead of attacking the National Preceptor, they wrapped around Duan Bangzhu's broken arm like tentacles. After a flash of red light, Duan Bangzhu suddenly found that he had a sense of the broken arm, as if the arm was still growing on his body.

The Life Controller's rebirth skill could allow tangible matter to regain life once.

Duan Bangzhu's eyes sharpened, and he detonated that arm!

The explosion was deafening, and the expanding fire swallowed the National Preceptor.

The Pixiu's abdomen swelled again, opening its mouth to devour the expanding fire. Seeing this scene, let alone Duan Bangzhu, Zhang Yuanqing and the other two felt a burst of deflation.

The miniature sun rose again, creating a field that repelled all spiritual power to prevent the National Preceptor from secretly attacking.

Zhang Yuanqing retreated to his teammates and said in a deep voice, "Let's solve the Pixiu on his head first, otherwise we can't beat him."

Although he still had a bunch of prop suits that he hadn't used, the role that those props could play was limited if the Pixiu wasn't dealt with.

The Palace Mistress took out the Demon Refining Pot, caressed the body of the pot, and poured concentrated life source liquid to heal Duan Bangzhu's injuries.

Duan Bangzhu said in a deep voice, "That Pixiu is a magic weapon, with the ability to refine. Any spiritual power can be easily refined."

Zhang Yuanqing ignored the Palace Mistress and said in a low voice, "Earth Monster profession, Dominator-level skill, also called Decomposition."

No wonder the Earth Monster profession is so difficult to deal with.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly asked, "How to deal with it?"

He knew a lot of Dominator-level Earth Monsters, but he hadn't fought with them.

As they spoke, the National Preceptor surged with yin energy and rushed again. With his half-step Grandmaster realm, even if he didn't use Night Attack, he could still catch these Master-level enemies.

The four of them fled quickly. The Palace Mistress said very quickly, "Snatch it."

"Don't joke." Zhang Yuanqing immediately rejected it.

The National Preceptor was already weak Level 9, and he also had a Pixiu that could devour spiritual power. Even Duan Bangzhu couldn't last three moves against him, how could he snatch it!

Besides, Pixiu was obviously a prop with intelligence, not a dead object, so it was not easy to snatch.

"Otherwise, what else can we do?" The Palace Mistress said unhappily, "I'm not a scholar. If Xiahou Aotian was here, he might be able to think of a way to restrain it."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he suddenly had an idea. He quickly opened the gang warehouse and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

pt.