"Master, do you need Ye Yan's help?" Ye Yan's red lips parted slightly, carrying a hint of allure.

Ji Jiuying glanced at Ye Yan, a dark glint flashing in her eyes, and nodded slightly. The two stood back to back.

The old fogies quickly recovered. Even with Ye Yan present, they completely disregarded Ji Jiuying, their killing intent surging as if they had gone mad. The eyes of the elders gleamed, and they understood each other perfectly. They unleashed their full power, their aura intensifying. They clasped their hands together, creating gusts of wind, and spiritual energy surged forth, condensing into water dragons, wood dragons, earth dragons, and gold dragons, all imbued with a bloodthirsty aura.

A metallic taste rose in Ji Jiuying's throat, but she forced it down. The pressure from several Spirit Venerables made her clench her teeth, her back was soaked with sweat, and she could barely stand.

She was only a Spirit King at the beginning, and there was still a Spirit Saint between her and the Spirit Venerable. If she hadn't contracted with a divine beast and artifact, she would have been crushed by the pressure long ago.

Hehehe, the gap is indeed huge.

The four dragons slammed fiercely at Ji Jiuying and Ye Yan. Flames spread infinitely in all directions from Ji Jiuying as the center, turning everything in their path to ashes.

Bang!

The two forces collided again, shaking the earth for a while. Those who were close by had no way to avoid it and were blasted away.

Ye Yan fared slightly better, but Ji Jiuying was directly blasted away by the powerful spiritual energy, falling to the ground, clutching her heart, and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the old men didn't give Ji Jiuying a chance to catch her breath, splitting into two groups, one dealing with Ye Yan and the other with Ji Jiuying. Looking at the Phoenix Frost Bracelet stained with blood, Ji Jiuying pursed her lips, her eyes solemn. Seeing the killing technique coming towards her, she gripped the Divine Phoenix Fan tightly, soaring into the air and waving the Divine Phoenix Fan at the dazzling killing technique in front of her. A phoenix cry suddenly rang out.

The fire phoenix shot out from the Divine Phoenix Fan, soaring and spreading its wings at great speed, turning the sky fiery red.

With a roar, a gust of wind swept by, as if to swallow the oncoming killing move whole. The sea of ​​fire was instantly blasted apart, turning into countless falling stars. Everyone was terrified by this scene.

As the smoke dissipated, the gale and the fire raged on, making the entire Dragon Head Mountain terrifyingly hot, as if one were in a sea of ​​fire. Ji Jiuying gradually began to struggle, but the killing intent in the eyes of the old men remained undiminished; they were determined to kill her.

The wind rose and the clouds surged, spiritual energy transformed into wind blades that all converged on Ji Jiuying, fraught with killing intent.

"Xiao Jiu!" Feng Che slammed the opponent away and flashed over, but was blocked by Feng Luo. "Second brother, I'm sorry, I must take Ji Jiuying with me."

"Feng Luo, don't even think about it!" Feng Che launched a frenzied attack on Feng Luo, and every time he tried to break free, he was entangled by him.

Faced with the combined spiritual techniques of many, she appeared so insignificant.

"Clang!"

The ethereal sound of the zither echoed through the mountains and rivers, as if the war had stopped. It seemed that only the melodious sound of the zither surrounded the world, piercing people's hearts and causing them to unconsciously lower their guard. Ji Jiuying also took the opportunity to fly away from the ground.

"Clang!"

The music became distant and hollow. Suddenly, invisible sound blades surged towards the old geezers. Qingling, who had woken up at some point, sat cross-legged on the ground with the ancient demon zither on her lap. Her fingers plucked the strings, but her meager spiritual power was completely inadequate in front of the old spirit venerables.

The old foxes quickly realized what was going on and shouted, "A petty trick!"

The patriarch of Tianmen Mountain recognized the zither; it was the same one Ye Zhengxiong held. However, that zither must have been in their Tianmen Mountain for at least three hundred years, yet no one could pluck the strings and produce a sound. After seeing that Qingling was merely a Great Spirit Master who had lost her power, his gaze turned cold and ruthless. How could the things of his Tianmen Mountain be easily revealed to the outside world? Even though no one could use that zither, he would not allow it!

A flash of killing intent passed by, and with a gentle wave of his hand, countless killing techniques attacked Qingling, easily knocking her to the ground. But she seemed to have no regard for her life. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, got up again, and frantically played the piano. Even though her hands were covered in blood, she didn't care, just to help Ji Jiuying.

The patriarch of Tianmen Mountain glanced at her coldly and sneered, "You've got some guts, girl. How about you consider becoming a disciple of my Tianmen Mountain?"

Tianmen Mountain's scheme is practically blatantly obvious to the author; they simply want Qingling to submit to Tianmen Mountain so that the ancient demon zither will naturally return to Tianmen Mountain.

"Go to hell with you old bastard from Tianmen Mountain, how dare you steal my man?" A gourd carrying a strong gust of wind came flying towards the direction of the old patriarch of Tianmen Mountain.

"Old Yu, I heard that you condoned your disciples killing my sect's disciples and stealing Ye Zhengxiong's belongings?" the patriarch of Tianmen Mountain asked with a cold expression.

"Oh, if that's how you think, there's nothing I can do!" Yu Bugui drank his wine without offering any further explanation. The three major sects had originally kept to themselves, but that had been disrupted by Tianmen Mountain's previous arrangement of spies and the attempt to kill his disciple. Since that had been disrupted, war was only a matter of time, so there was no need for him to pretend to be polite with them.

"Hmph, then let this old man have a go at the Dean of Star Academy!" After saying that, the Ancestor of Tianmen Mountain unleashed his full power. This time, he was determined to avenge his previous humiliation and teach him a lesson. His spiritual power surged around him, and gusts of wind rose slightly.

Yu Bugui's eyes flickered slightly. Since you want to die, then he will naturally grant your wish!

The two beams of light collided in a flash, causing ripples in the air. Everyone watched in astonishment as the two figures moved with lightning speed in the sky.

Such powerful spiritual energy!

With the patriarch of Tianmen Mountain gone, Ji Jiuying could barely breathe a sigh of relief. The Western Jin patriarch glanced coldly at the two people in the sky, then looked at the source of the zither music, his brows furrowing slightly. With killing intent, he flashed towards Qingling. Ji Jiuying was startled. Bang! The place where Qingling was instantly exploded. As the smoke and dust dissipated, she breathed a sigh of relief. She saw Yingyue protecting her while dealing with the enemies in front of her.

"Qingling, don't play! Protect yourself." Ji Jiuying said with heartache as she looked at her blood-covered wounds.

Seeing that his skills had missed, the Western Jin Ancestor didn't make a fuss. After all, his target was her, and the others weren't worthy of his attention. He turned around and continued to attack Ji Jiuying.

He admired Ji Jiuying quite a bit. A fourteen-year-old girl had actually managed to withstand so many moves from them, several Spirit Venerables. However, admiration aside, if he couldn't kill someone with such potential this time, she would become a huge threat once she grew up! Thinking of this, the killing intent in his eyes intensified, and his attacks on Ji Jiuying were all aimed at killing.

One against two, Ji Jiuying struggled to cope. In a moment of carelessness, a spirit technique that transformed into a fire dragon swept across her. Ji Jiuying retreated repeatedly as the killing techniques pressed closely. Her fiery red dress was already tattered, the red ribbon that tied her hair slipped off, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind. She was beautiful but slightly disheveled.