My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Yang Ling did not give him a chance to breathe, and turned into a flash of lightning again, chasing him relentlessly. Each attack was as powerful as thunder, and each punch and kick was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it impossible for the Black Crow Demon God to fight back, and he could only passively take the beating.

The Black Crow Demon God felt Yang Ling's almost violent attack, and his face instantly became gloomy. He knew that if he continued to fight hard, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. So, he shook his body and turned into a thick black smoke, avoiding Yang Ling's thundering blow.

The black smoke spread in the air, and then quickly condensed, and the figure of the Black Crow Demon God appeared again, but this time the black air around him was even worse, like the miasma rising from the abyss.

He waved his hands, and countless black birds of prey flew out of the black air, with a sharp whistle, and pounced on Yang Ling.

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, facing these birds of prey, he did not have the slightest fear. He put his right hand together and waved it lightly like a sword, and a nine-leaf sword grass appeared out of thin air.

This grass looked tender, but when the leaves turned, thick sword lights surged out, like meteors from outer space, illuminating the entire crater.

The sword light was like a divine light that split the sky and the earth, destroying those birds of prey one by one, and clearing away the black air together.

Seeing this, the Black Crow Demon God's face became even uglier. After a brief fight, he already knew that Yang Ling's strength was far beyond his imagination.

However, he showed no fear on his face, and suddenly offered two treasures, a palm-sized black mirror and a green fairy sword.

The Black Crow Demon God held the fairy sword tightly in his right hand and the handle of the mirror in his left hand. The mirror was pitch black, with strange runes inlaid on the edge, emitting a gloomy light.

He looked at Yang Ling, and a figure suddenly flew out of the mirror. It was Yang Ling, but the whole person was surrounded by black air, and there was a cold light in his eyes. His fingers were like swords, and he used the grass sword technique.

"See how you deal with yourself!" The Black Crow Demon God sneered, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Yang Ling frowned. He did not expect that the Black Crow Demon God actually had such a strange treasure in his hand. Although he was alert in his heart, he did not immediately offer the falling treasure money, because he knew that the demon prince was watching covetously. If he used such a treasure now, it might cause greater trouble. So, he temporarily suppressed the impulse in his heart and focused on dealing with it.

Seeing that Yang Ling did not fight back immediately, the Black Crow Demon God laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and teasing: "Yang Ling, do you know how powerful my Void Treasure Mirror is? The mirror ghost can not only imitate all your moves, but also kill the original owner and replace him! Today, you will die under your own sword!"

When Yang Ling heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He knew that although the opponent's treasure was strange, the cards in his hand were not worse than the opponent's.

"Really?" Yang Ling snorted coldly, and suddenly a black spear appeared in his hand. The tip of the spear was wrapped with a cold death aura, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

At the same time, the "Xing" secret on his body also operated to the extreme, and his figure became blurred in an instant, like a phantom, making it impossible for people to capture his real position.

The face of the Black Crow Demon God changed. He didn't expect Yang Ling to have a backhand, and this speed even made him feel a little pressure.

But it was too late. Yang Ling's figure flashed in the space, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the mirror ghost of the Void Mirror.

The Spear of the Hades, with endless death, instantly pierced the body of the mirror ghost and completely defeated it.

The mirror ghost screamed, and then turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated in the air, and the Void Mirror of the Black Crow Demon God also lost its light and looked dim.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at the defeated mirror ghost, and the sneer on his face became even more intense, as if everything just now was within his expectations.

The Void Mirror in his hand flashed a gloomy light again, and there seemed to be endless darkness in the mirror surface, and then another mirror ghost flew out, still exactly the same as Yang Ling, but this time holding the Spear of the Hades, and performing the "Xing" secret killing to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling frowned, he did not expect that the Void Mirror of the Black Crow Demon God could work continuously.

A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but his hand did not stop. The Spear of Hades was swung again, with the melody of death, and instantly defeated the new mirror ghost.

Seeing this, the black crow demon god smiled even more wildly. He looked at Yang Ling with a look of watching a play, as if he was enjoying this game: "Yang Ling, no matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat yourself. My Void Treasure Mirror can create your shadow endlessly, so you just keep fighting forever!"

Yang Ling's face did not change when he heard this, but he was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his heart. He knew that simply destroying the mirror ghost would not solve the problem, and he had to find a way to destroy the Void Treasure Mirror.

At this moment, another mirror ghost flew out of the Void Treasure Mirror. Its movements were the same as Yang Ling's, as if it was Yang Ling's shadow, and it also waved the Spear of Hades and killed Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's eyes were stern, and he knew that he could no longer passively take the beating.

His figure became erratic again, as if it had turned into countless phantoms.

In these phantoms, the real Yang Ling was hard to recognize. He was like a ghost shuttling through the dark night, elusive.

The Spear of Hades danced again, with an irresistible force, directly penetrating the body of the Mirror Ghost and defeating it. But Yang Ling did not stop, his eyes were fixed on the Void Treasure Mirror in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God.

In the countless phantoms, the real Yang Ling had quietly approached the Black Crow Demon God. The Dark God Spear in his hand, with a devastating force, pointed directly at the Void Treasure Mirror that was emitting a gloomy light.

The face of the Black Crow Demon God changed drastically, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Yang Ling's Dark God Spear was like a sharp arrow that traveled through time and space, and it was in front of him in an instant.

With a light "click" sound, a crack appeared on the Void Treasure Mirror, and then the crack quickly spread. The entire treasure mirror seemed to be shattered by an invisible force, turning into countless fragments and scattered on the ground.

"Hahahaha... worthy of being a disciple of the Human Sect, you really have a hand!"

The cold laughter of the Black Crow Demon God echoed in the crater, as if it came from the abyss of hell, making people feel cold in their hearts.

With his laughter, the fragments of the Void Treasure Mirror that were scattered on the ground were miraculously reassembled, and in a flash, a complete mirror appeared in his hand again.

Yang Ling frowned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He stared at the reassembled mirror, wondering if he was under an illusion. He turned his gaze to the Black Crow Demon God, only to see that his face was gloomy, but the smugness in his eyes was even stronger.

The Xiqu Demon God next to him had a bleak face. He originally thought that Yang Ling could destroy the Void Mirror in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect that the Black Crow Demon God would have such a back-up plan.

He thought to himself that he might have bet on the wrong side this time, and his future was bleak.

The mirror ghosts in the mirror appeared again, one after another, as if there was no end.

Yang Ling held the Spear of the God of Hell in his hand like a sickle of death that harvested life. Every time he swung it, he scattered the mirror ghosts one by one and turned them into nothingness.

The mirror was also shattered by his spear again and again, but each time it was quickly restored in the cold smile of the Black Crow Demon God.

This situation was very wrong.

Especially as time went on, Yang Ling found that each new mirror ghost was more powerful than the previous one.

Their attacks were more fierce and faster, as if they were constantly learning Yang Ling's fighting style and gradually adapting to his attack rhythm.

Yang Ling knew in his heart that this was not a solution. The strength of the mirror ghost was constantly improving, while his mana and energy were gradually being consumed.

He had to come up with a way to crack the Void Treasure Mirror, otherwise, no matter how strong his fighting power was, he would only be worn down to death by these endless mirror ghosts.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at Yang Ling so embarrassed and laughed even more wantonly. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

He taunted loudly: "Yang Ling, no matter how strong you are, you can't defeat your own shadow! My Void Treasure Mirror is invincible, and your efforts are destined to be in vain!"

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about the ridicule of the Black Crow Demon God, but he also knew that he couldn't be beaten passively like this anymore.

His mind was turning rapidly, thinking about how to completely destroy the Void Treasure Mirror in his heart.

Yang Ling knew that he couldn't be beaten passively anymore.

His figure moved as fast as a ghost, trying to attack the Void Treasure Mirror from all angles, trying to find its weakness.

He first tried to seal the mirror with powerful magic, but the complex seal runes instantly disintegrated as soon as they touched the mirror, as if they had never existed.

Then, he tried to banish the mirror to another space, but there seemed to be a strange power around the mirror, making the space spell ineffective.

Yang Ling even tried to corrode the mirror with various polluting forces, but it seemed to have the ability to purify itself, and all the pollution was completely eliminated the moment it touched it.

After trying various methods to no avail, Yang Ling fell into deep thought again. While separating his incarnation to fight against the attacking mirror ghost, he frowned and thought about how to break the situation.

The prince of the demon clan sat on the sun-chasing car, looking at Yang Ling who was thinking hard below, and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the strength of the mirror ghosts was constantly increasing. They were no longer just shadows, but seemed to have their own consciousness and combat experience.

Every time they fought with Yang Ling, the mirror ghosts could learn some of his moves and magical powers, and even Yang Ling's demeanor was imitated by it vividly.

The Black Crow Demon God watched the mirror ghost become more and more powerful, and the joy in his heart gushed out like a spring.

He laughed loudly and said, "Yang Ling, every attack of yours makes my mirror ghost more perfect. You are digging your own grave!"

Facing more and more mirror ghosts, Yang Ling had to use all his strength.

The Spear of the Underworld in his hand danced more and more violently, and each swing was accompanied by the power of thunder, but even so, every time a mirror ghost was defeated, the Black Crow Demon God's Void Treasure Mirror would immediately create a new one, and each time it was stronger than the last time.

The battle had been going on for a long time, and fine beads of sweat oozed from Yang Ling's forehead. His mana consumption was huge, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

A glimmer of inspiration flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he suddenly thought of a possibility-this Void Treasure Mirror may not exist in this space at all, or it is not in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God at all.

The mirror in his hand may be just a false projection, an illusion used to confuse the enemy.

Once this thought flashed through his mind, Yang Ling immediately took action.

He no longer focused on the mirror ghosts that were constantly generated, but locked his eyes on another treasure in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God - the green fairy sword.

The Black Crow Demon God saw that Yang Ling's offensive suddenly changed, and his eyes turned to the fairy sword in his hand, and his face suddenly changed.

He hurriedly grasped the Immortal Sword and dodged Yang Ling's attack. But this action confirmed Yang Ling's guess - the Immortal Sword was the real body of the Void Treasure Mirror.

Yang Ling saw the panic of the other party and became more confident.

His figure shuttled through the air like a dragon, and the Spear of the Underworld God carried the breath of death and pointed directly at the blue Immortal Sword in the hand of the Black Crow Demon God.

The Black Crow Demon God panicked when he saw that his secret was exposed.

He shouted loudly, asking the Mirror Ghost to pounce and stop Yang Ling from approaching.

The Mirror Ghost put his fingers together like a sword, urging the Grass Sword Art, stimulating a series of brilliant sword lights, colliding with Yang Ling's Spear of the Underworld God, making a deafening roar.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the airflow in the crater was torn into pieces by their power, and the magma in the crater was also stirred and splashed everywhere.

However, Yang Ling's offensive became more and more fierce, and every attack made the Mirror Ghost difficult to resist.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the Spear of Hades pierced through the chest of the Mirror Ghost, turning it into a ball of black gas, and then rushed directly to the Black Crow Demon God.

The new Mirror Ghost had not yet been born, but the Black Crow Demon God did not use the fairy sword in his hand to fight. Instead, he tightly protected it by his side and summoned thirty-six black feather swords at the same time, attacking Yang Ling with murderous intent.

Yang Ling saw this and sneered.

He had already made up his mind, and no longer hesitated at this time. He waved his right hand gently, and saw the space in front of him fluctuate, and an ancient copper coin appeared out of thin air. That was his treasure - the Falling Treasure Gold Coin.

The Falling Treasure Gold Coin rotated in the air, making a crisp and pleasant sound. As Yang Ling's "Soldier" Secret was running, the runes on the copper coin flashed with dazzling light, and a strong suction force emanated from it, directly covering the green fairy sword in the hand of the Black Crow Demon God.

The Black Crow Demon God felt that the Immortal Sword was being pulled by an invisible force, and his face changed drastically. He tried desperately to control the Immortal Sword, but the power of the Falling Treasure Money was too strong. The Immortal Sword trembled in his hand and finally flew out of his hand and flew towards the Falling Treasure Money.

The moment the Immortal Sword was pulled by the Falling Treasure Money, it suddenly became dim, as if it had lost all its vitality and spirituality.

At the same time, those black feather swords also lost control, fell one after another, and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

More importantly, the mirror ghost that had just been born also disappeared with the Void Treasure Mirror, as if it had never appeared, and the entire battlefield was instantly quiet.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at the empty hands, the Immortal Sword and the Void Treasure Mirror were missing, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"Impossible, how could my Void Treasure Mirror be taken by you..." The Black Crow Demon God's voice trembled, and he could not accept the facts in front of him.

Yang Ling looked indifferent, and he had already taken the green Immortal Sword in his hand.

To be precise, this is a mirror.

It was just that it had the ability to change its form at will, so it was turned into a fairy sword by the Black Crow Demon God. The treasure mirror in the Black Crow Demon God's hand was just the projection of the Void Treasure Mirror, just as Yang Ling thought.

Therefore, no matter how many times it was broken, it would be restored in an instant.

Facing the lost Void Treasure Mirror, the Black Crow Demon God's anger erupted like a volcano. He roared, his whole body was filled with black gas, and he rushed towards Yang Ling like a cloud of smoke, trying to take back the mirror.

Yang Ling did not change his expression. He smiled lightly, raised his right hand lightly, and a majestic force condensed in his palm, turning into a huge Heaven-Destroying Palm. He waved lightly, and the Heaven-Destroying Palm slapped towards the Black Crow Demon God with endless pressure.

The roar of the Black Crow Demon God stopped abruptly, and his figure was slapped by a huge palm in the air, falling into the crater like a cannonball.

In an instant, the magma in the crater rolled and soared into the sky, as if the end of the world had come. The red lava and the billowing black smoke covered the sky.

The Xiqu Demon God witnessed all this from the side. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell. Seeing Yang Ling so easily solve the Black Crow Demon God, he felt that his choice this time was undoubtedly correct.

The demon prince frowned, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. He was obviously disappointed with the performance of the Black Crow Demon God. His eyes turned to the falling treasure money in Yang Ling's hand, and the surprise and curiosity could not be concealed.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted in the crater.

A huge three-eyed crow soared into the sky from the magma. Its feathers were as black as ink, and its three eyes were cold and intimidating. Obviously, this was the true body of the Black Crow Demon God.

The three-eyed crow opened its huge mouth and sprayed a black smoke. The smoke quickly spread, mixed with countless tiny mosquito-like poisonous beasts, which swept towards Yang Ling with poison.

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and his figure instantly disappeared, leaving only a rain of flowers.

The magma in the crater was like a raging ocean, constantly churning, and the screams of the three-eyed crow echoed in it, full of threats and anger.

Yang Ling's figure had disappeared in the rain of flowers, replaced by countless blooming fairy flowers, each of which was like an exquisite work of art, beautiful and deadly.

In each flower, there was a figure of Yang Ling, their brilliance flashed, as if they were countless independent wills, but they were different faces of the same person.

When those poisonous beasts with highly toxic venom tried to approach, the Yang Lings in the fairy flowers attacked at the same time, and each flower released a ray of brilliance, killing all the poisonous beasts, and none of them could escape.

And in the air, the roar of the three-eyed crow became more and more shrill, and its black feathers flashed an ominous luster in the light.

Countless Yang Lings attacked simultaneously, and each attack was accompanied by the falling of flowers and rain, turning into countless rays of light, bombarding the three-eyed crow like a meteor shower.

The body of the three-eyed crow was riddled with holes under this endless attack, and its cry became weaker and weaker, its feathers fell off, and its flesh was bloody, struggling painfully in the air.

At this moment, the demon prince slowly stood up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. His figure appeared particularly tall on the edge of the crater, as if he was an insurmountable god.

His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty, he took a step forward and shouted: "Break!"

With the order of the demon prince, those beautiful fairy flowers instantly turned into nothingness, the flower rain dissipated, and the figures of countless Yang Lings disappeared.

The entire battlefield returned to calm in an instant, with only Yang Ling's real body standing there. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he obviously did not expect the demon prince to be so powerful.

Is this a matter of words?

Just one word broke his magical power, what kind of means is this?

The three-eyed crow took the opportunity to break free from the restraints. Although its body was covered with wounds, it was still extremely ferocious. It stared at Yang Ling fiercely, as if it wanted to turn this last hatred into murderous intent.

Yang Ling's expression did not change. He looked deeply at the demon prince, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

The demon prince stared at Yang Ling with a sharp eagle-like gaze, as if he could see through him completely. He said in a deep voice: "Hand over the Sun True Fire, the Void Treasure Mirror, and the coin you just used to take the Void Treasure Mirror... I will not pursue the matter of you killing the Bifang Demon God before."

"Heh, what a good joke."

Yang Ling raised a barely perceptible sneer at the corner of his mouth and said: "The demon prince, huh? Do you think that I will obediently hand over my treasures with just one word from you? You underestimate me, Yang Ling."

The black crow demon god's face turned pale when he heard this, and his voice roared like a storm: "Yang Ling, you are ungrateful! Do you think you can fight against His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with your strength?

You are courting death!

The demon prince frowned slightly. He was not angry because of Yang Ling's refusal. Instead, he looked at Yang Ling more calmly, with an irresistible force in his voice: "Yang Ling, think about it carefully and don't make a decision that you will regret. If you don't hand it over, be prepared to die here.

Yang Ling smiled coldly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, the times have changed! The current prehistoric world is no longer the era when your demons are rampant!"

The magma in the crater is still churning, and the firelight is reflected on everyone's face, making the scene more tense.

The demon prince's eyes flashed with an unconcealable anger.

"No matter how the times change, it can't change the fact that you are not my opponent!"

After the demon prince said this, his figure swayed slightly and he appeared in front of Yang Ling, so fast that he was like a golden treasure light.

"Since you insist on doing so, don't blame me for being rude." The demon prince's voice was low. He put his left hand behind his back and pinched Yang Ling's neck with his right hand. His fingers tightened as if he was going to pinch an ant to death.

The demon prince's fingers contracted tightly, but he felt a void. Yang Ling under his hand actually broke apart and disappeared into bits of light.

His face sank instantly.

This is not Yang Ling's true body!

He turned his head and looked around quickly. He saw Yang Ling's true body standing hundreds of feet away, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"Demon prince, your speed is indeed fast, but your vision is not sharp enough."

The demon prince frowned. He didn't expect that he would be caught in an illusion. This was a huge shame for him.

His eyes shot at the black crow demon god like a sharp sword. The latter's third eye was already wide open, revealing a strange fluctuation.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, my third eye is naturally capable of seeing through illusions." The voice of the Black Crow Demon God was full of confidence, and his third eye flashed with a strange light. As long as Yang Ling cast an illusion again, he would be able to see through it immediately.

However, at this moment, Yang Ling took out a red bow. The bow was fiery red, engraved with complex runes, and exuded an ancient and powerful aura.

He gently pulled the bowstring, and a dark red energy arrow condensed, implying the power of destruction.

"It seems that you still underestimated me." Yang Ling's voice was cold, his eyes locked on the three-eyed crow, and then he released the bowstring in his hand.

With a "whoosh", the dark red arrow carried a long tail flame, like a meteor that cut through the sky, and went straight to the three-eyed crow.

The three-eyed crow felt the threat of death, and it tried to dodge, but the speed of the arrow was too fast, and it was almost in front of it instantly.

The arrow pierced through its body and shot it down. Its huge body drew a tragic arc in the air and finally fell heavily into the magma.

The magma in the crater rolled again, accompanied by the shrill wail of the three-eyed crow, and the whole scene was particularly shocking.

The face of the demon prince became ugly, and his anger gushed out like magma. His eyes stayed on the red bow in Yang Ling's hand for a moment, and finally recognized the weapon that frightened him.

"Red bow!"

His voice was full of disbelief and deep fear, which was an unforgettable memory. "How could you have Dayi's red bow?!"

Yang Ling looked at the changes in the demon prince, and a smug smile appeared on his lips. He pulled the red bow in his hand again, ready to shoot the next arrow.

"This big bow once shot down your nine brothers. Now, it still craves the blood of the three-legged golden crow."

Yang Ling's voice was calm and full of provocation.

The demon prince's face instantly became ferocious, and his eyes were extremely fierce, as if he wanted to eat Yang Ling alive.

"You! You deserve to die! I want you to die without a burial place!" The demon prince roared, and a golden spear appeared out of thin air in his hand. There was a sun totem on the spear, emitting dazzling light.

The demon prince waved the spear, and the tip of the spear cut through the void, like a golden meteor, breaking through the air, so fast that it seemed to tear the world apart.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling burst out with a more powerful force, which was the power of the sun's true fire. His body was wrapped in flames and turned into a huge firebird.

The firebird flapped its wings and flew high, brushing past the spear of the demon prince. Yang Ling's figure appeared again in the distance. The red bow in his hand was bent like a full moon, and a dark red arrow was firmly locked on the demon prince...

"Swish!"

The arrow shot out like a rainbow!

Lu An traveled through the chaotic world of demons and warriors, holding a Tongtian treasure tripod, controlling yin and yang, participating in the creation, and achieving the supreme longevity!