My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

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"Damn..."

The demon prince's face was slightly distorted, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his heart was full of shock and annoyance.

He never thought that the Ten-Day Heaven Alchemy Diagram that he had worked so hard to condense would be taken away so easily by Yang Ling. Anger burned in his chest, his hands clenched into fists, and the golden light in his eyes flashed dangerously.

The Black Crow Demon God stood aside, also stunned. He originally thought that this battle would be the victory of the demon prince, but now it seems that everything has been reversed.

On the other hand, the Xiqu Demon God in the distance let out a sigh of relief and was secretly glad, feeling more and more that he had chosen the right path.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, turned his palm over, and put the Lotus Lamp and the Ten-Day Heaven Alchemy Diagram into the treasure bag.

He looked at the demon prince, deliberately adding some disdain and ridicule in his tone, trying to anger his opponent: "His Royal Highness, it seems that you have used all your trump cards. If you still have any means, feel free to use them."

Although the demon prince knew that Yang Ling was deliberately irritating him, he was still angry in his heart and his face was as gloomy as water.

The big sun above his head suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and the light was like substance, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Yang Ling, do you think you can defeat me like this? I will let you know that the power of this prince is beyond your imagination!"

As his words fell, a powerful force burst out from the body of the demon prince, and his figure became increasingly blurry in the golden light, as if he had turned into a real sun.

Golden runes condensed around him, and his body was like a golden furnace, trying to completely suppress Yang Ling.

The figure of the demon prince became more and more dazzling in the golden light, like a golden god, whose power almost tore apart the heaven and earth. But Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged. He took a deep breath and took out a long bow as red as blood - Tong Gong from the treasure bag.

The Tong Bow is engraved with rows of ancient runes, and every time the string is pulled, the power of thunder condenses inside. Yang Ling waved his finger, and nine golden arrows appeared out of thin air. The arrows were surrounded by bright light, and each one contained the power to pierce the sky.

He aimed at the demon prince and shot nine arrows in a row, traveling through the void and heading straight for him. Dark red arrows pierced the sky, like nine meteors, reaching the demon prince in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the demon prince's complexion changed, and the sun above his head suddenly burst out with even hotter brilliance, shattering all nine arrows.

Golden fragments scattered in all directions, like a dazzling firework.

But Yang Ling was not discouraged. He formed seals with his hands and activated the star formation in the sky. Suddenly, the cloud formation, thunder formation, and star formation were all powerful at the same time. The sky was filled with clouds and mist, thunder rumbled, and stars twinkled. The three intertwined into a magnificent battlefield.

Frequent hallucinations appeared in front of the demon prince's eyes, and he seemed to be in a world full of changes. Thunder and lightning from the sky fell from the sky from time to time. Each thunder and lightning contained the power to destroy everything, so he had to distract himself to resist it.

Under the influence of the star formation, the giant sword condensed by the light of the stars also appeared out of thin air. Each sword seemed to be able to cut through the galaxy and point directly at the demon prince.

The demon prince looked miserable under these three attacks. Although his golden light was strong, it was difficult for him to withstand such a fierce attack at the same time. His body was constantly shaking under the bombardment of thunder and lightning, and the Star Giant Sword made him feel that his life was threatened.

He roared again and again, trying to shatter these illusions with his own powerful power, but it seemed that every attack was resolved by invisible power, which only made him fall into more trouble.

Yang Ling stood outside the formation, with a calm light shining in his eyes. He knew that although the demon prince was powerful, he could only defeat him in front of the array of stars in the Nine Heavens that he had carefully arranged.

The Tong Bow in his hand was fully drawn again, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the demon prince when he was most exhausted.

Yang Ling's eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake, calm and profound. His fingers moved slightly, and a thicker arrow than before condensed on Tong Bow.

This arrow's entire body exudes a deep red light, as if it was forged from lava, with a faint cloud wrapped around it, which is the manifestation of the power of the cloud formation.

The arrow was ready to go, and Yang Ling's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath and suddenly let go of the bowstring.

"Zheng~"

There was a loud sound in the air, and the thick arrow carried unparalleled power, like a red lightning, heading straight for the demon prince.

An ominous premonition arose in the heart of the demon prince. Just when he was about to escape, an illusion suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It was the scene of Tanggu in the East China Sea. The huge sacred Fusang tree stood between heaven and earth, and nine three-legged golden crows lived on the tree.

The little golden crows are taking off in groups, spreading their wings and flying high. Their wings cut through the sky, bringing up pieces of golden flames.

This illusion was so real that even the heat wave in the air and the chirping of the Golden Crow were clearly visible. The demon prince felt as if he had returned to the carefree time of his childhood...

However, his tenacity destroyed this illusion almost instantly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the Golden Crow and Fuso Sacred Tree in front of him disappeared instantly, replaced by the huge energy arrow carrying the power of destruction, which was shooting at his face at an alarming speed.

At the critical moment, the demon prince did not hesitate at all. His body expanded and changed rapidly, turning into a dazzling sun, radiating golden light, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to melt everything.

Under this powerful force, the arrow that was about to hit him began to melt slowly, and finally turned into drops of golden red liquid, dissipating in the air.

Yang Ling frowned slightly when he saw this.

In terms of magic power alone, the demon prince's power was far superior to his, but he still had many killing moves in his hands, and he was not afraid at all.

At this time, the black crow demon god saw that the situation was not good, his face was fierce, and he bit his tongue suddenly, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, turning into a ball of thick black smoke, and then the black smoke surged, turning into countless black crows, and pounced on Yang Ling like an overwhelming force.

Each of these crows exuded an evil breath, their screams pierced the clouds, and the biting wind sounded with the taste of chaos and death.

The darkness was like a huge net, trying to swallow Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's eyes were stern, his palms flew, and the thunder array runes quickly condensed in the air. Suddenly, the power of thunder gathered into an electric grid. In the flash of lightning, countless black crows were like moths to a flame, and were smashed into powder by the thunder array.

Only bursts of burnt smells remained in the air, and the black smoke was completely dispelled by the power of thunder and lightning.

The prince of the demon clan raised his head and roared, and the sound shook the sky. The golden sun above his head suddenly expanded and turned into a huge three-legged golden crow.

The wings of the three-legged golden crow spread out, enough to cover half of the sky, and each feather on it shone with dazzling golden light.

The three-legged golden crow was bathed in the thunder and lightning starlight, not only did it not suffer any damage, but under the agitation of thunder and lightning, the golden light became more brilliant, and each ray of light was like a sharp blade, piercing the void and pointing directly at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling, however, remained calm. His figure moved in the lightning and starlight, as naturally as flowing clouds and water. The red bow in his hand was fully drawn again, and the arrow was surrounded by clouds, stars, and lightning.

There was no fear in his eyes, only calm calculation and decision. He knew that this arrow must hit the vital point to completely end this battle.

At the moment when the light of the three-legged golden crow was about to touch Yang Ling, he let go of the bowstring. A brighter arrow than before cut through the sky and went straight to the vital point of the demon prince.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on that arrow.

"Cry!"

The cry of the three-legged golden crow cut through the sky, and the sharp sound waves were like a physical attack, hitting the depths of Yang Ling's soul.

He only felt pain in his ears, and even a trace of blood seeped out of his ears.

At the same time, the arrow in his hand also lost control, deviated from the original trajectory of going straight to the vital point, and shot towards the distant mountains.

There was only a loud noise, and the arrow's air-breaking momentum actually shot down the mountain, rocks rolled down, dust flew, and the scene was in chaos.

Yang Ling frowned, and his hands quickly formed seals. The power of starlight condensed around him, turning into a starlight giant thousands of feet tall.

The giant's body was transparent, and stars flickered in his body, as if he had the power of the entire starry sky.

The starlight giant slowly raised his huge palm and started a fierce melee with the three-legged golden crow. Every collision was accompanied by a thunderous roar, and invisible waves rippled around, even the air was suppressed and whimpered.

The three-legged golden crow had an absolute advantage in this close-range melee.

Every swing of it was accompanied by a blazing flame, which not only had amazing destructive power, but also had the ability to burn everything. Although the starlight giant was strong, under this flame, his body began to show signs of melting.

The battle lasted for a long time, and although the three-legged golden crow's offensive was strong, it also began to show signs of fatigue. Its flames were no longer as hot as before, and its cry was a little hoarse.

Yang Ling found an opportunity and summoned the red bow, which had also become huge, to condense an extremely huge energy arrow and aim at the three-legged golden crow.

"Zheng~"

With a crisp sound of the string, the arrow carried the power of starlight, like a meteor that cut through the night sky, and shot straight at the right wing of the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow seemed to be aware of the danger, and it frantically flapped its wings, trying to avoid this fatal blow, but it was too late.

The arrow hit the target accurately, and the huge right wing exploded instantly, and the golden flames splashed everywhere.

The three-legged golden crow let out a shrill whine, its body was shaky in the air, and the golden light began to dim rapidly.

The demon prince No. 4 didn't care, and a sneer appeared on his lips. Suddenly, thirty-six black Zhoutian star flags appeared in the sky. Each flag was engraved with complex star runes and flashed with mysterious light.

"Yang Ling, do you think you can beat me?!"

The demon prince shouted loudly, and the thirty-six flags were waved at the same time, as if tearing the sky, pulling down the endless starlight power, forming a series of beams of light that were like substance, and shot directly at Yang Ling's starlight giant.

Under the impact of this star power, the body of the starlight giant began to crack, and the starlight gradually dimmed, and finally shattered with a loud bang, turning into starlight spots all over the sky.

Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. He didn't expect that the demon prince had such a trump card.

He wanted to offer the falling treasure money to take those black flags, but when he was just about to move, the demon prince had already put away the Zhoutian star flags in time, not giving him any chance.

Obviously, the demon prince had learned his lesson after losing the Ten-Day Heaven Refining Map, and he put the treasure away immediately after using it once.

Then a strong golden flame erupted around his body. It was the golden flame of the sun. The temperature was high enough to burn everything.

The golden flames turned into golden firebirds and rushed toward Yang Ling like a blanket of heaven and earth. The momentum was so majestic that it seemed to burn the entire world to ashes.

Facing such an attack, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly used his body skills, and his figure was like a phantom, shuttling in the flames, narrowly avoiding the attacks of the golden flames of the sun.

The golden flames of the sun were like the scorching sun, shining the entire battlefield red. Yang Ling's figure was looming in the sea of ​​fire. Every time he evaded, he was struggling on the edge of life and death. The screams of the firebirds pierced the eardrums, and every time they flapped their wings, they brought up waves of fire, as if they were about to turn everything in the world into ashes.

"Yang Ling, although you have many methods, in front of my golden flames, you are just a mantis trying to block the car." The prince of the demon tribe stood in the flames, like the god of fire coming to the world, "You still have time to admit defeat now! Otherwise, There is only a dead end."

Yang Ling's expression was calm, and there was a trace of amusement in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the threat of the demon prince.

He slowly took out a simple gourd from his arms. The surface of the gourd was carved with ninety-nine and eighty-one runes, each of which shone with a strange red light.

"The Golden Sun Flame is certainly powerful, but I want to see if your flame can burn my Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd!"

Yang Ling raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and patted the gourd lightly.

In an instant, streams of red sand spurted out from the mouth of the gourd. Each sand grain exuded heart-stopping fluctuations, as if it could shake people's soul.

The red sand expanded in the air and turned into a bright galaxy in an instant. Every star in the galaxy was a scattered red sand, shining with a strange light.

The demon prince's expression instantly became solemn. He could feel the terrifying power contained in those red sands. It was a direct attack on the soul. Even a demon master like him did not dare to underestimate it.

The golden flames around his body became even hotter, as if they were going to burn everything into nothingness, but the red sand was like a weird existence that was not bound by the rules of physics, moving through the flames, constantly approaching the demon prince.

The prince of the demon race frowned. He knew that he had to get rid of these red sands as soon as possible. Otherwise, once these galactic red sands invaded his body, his soul would be greatly shocked, and he might even suffer irreversible damage. of damage.

He took a deep breath, and all the strength in his body was concentrated to the extreme in an instant. The golden flames of the sun turned into golden fire phoenixes, colliding with the red sand.

Deafening roars erupted in the sky, and the battlefield where flames and red sand intertwined was like a doomsday picture, a collision of light and shadow, a battle between life and death.

The face of the demon prince's face became extremely complicated the moment he saw the Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd. There was a flash of shock in his eyes, followed by unconcealable greed.

"It seems that the rumors are true. Ancestor Hongyun's treasure really fell into your hands. So the Hongmeng Purple Qi is really in your hands?" The demon clan prince's voice was trembling, and he was obviously affected by it. Shaken by the scene before him.

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth raised slightly, revealing a playful smile. He looked at the demon prince curiously, as if he was a little surprised by his reaction: "This is something everyone has known since ancient times. Are you so ill-informed?"

However, Yang Ling felt relieved when he thought that the demon clan had been living in the barren Beiju Luzhou.

Beiju Luzhou is lacking in resources, and the communication between the demon clan and the outside world is not frequent, so news is naturally blocked.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the demon prince, but this emotion was soon replaced by desire and greed.

He knows very well that if he can get the treasure of Ancestor Hongyun, or even the Hongmeng Purple Qi, his strength will make a qualitative leap, and he may even reach the position of legendary saint!

Once he becomes a saint, let alone reviving the Demon Court, it will not be difficult to restore the prosperity of the entire Demon Clan to the ancient times.

"Kill!" The demon clan prince shouted, and the golden sun flames all over his body once again erupted into even hotter flames.

The golden flame seemed to melt everything in the world, and even the red sand floating in the air began to look unstable, as if it might be swallowed up by the blazing flame at any time.

The teasing look in Yang Ling's eyes became even stronger. He was not frightened by the threat from the demon prince.

The ninety-nine soul-dispersing gourd in his hand shook slightly, and more soul-dispersing red sand spurted out, turning into patches of red sand seas, fighting with the golden flames of the sun.

The two forces collided fiercely in the air, and the intertwining of flames and red sand produced a huge explosion. The entire battlefield was shaken by the impact of this force.

The demon prince's offensive became more and more fierce, and the golden flames of the sun were like flames under the scorching sun, constantly trying to devour everything.

Yang Ling, on the other hand, dealt with it calmly. The power in the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd seemed to be endless. The red sand shuttled through the flames, constantly eroding the power of the demon prince.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the whole world seemed to be trembling.

Seeing the urgent situation of the battle, the Black Crow Demon God was filled with anxiety. He flapped his wings and wanted to rush to the front line to help the demon prince.

However, just when he was about to join the battlefield, the star array in the Nine Heavens Sky suddenly started to move. Countless clouds squirmed like living things, thunder shuttled through them, and the stars twinkled, forming invisible bonds, trapping the Black Crow Demon God in the original place. land.

The clouds rolled, the thunder roared, and the stars shone brightly. Every time the Black Crow Demon God tried to struggle, he would be counterattacked more fiercely, making him miserable and unable to extricate himself.

In the field, the demon prince saw the Black Crow Demon God trapped, and he was anxious, but he had no time to be distracted. A golden feather blade suddenly appeared in his hand, and the blade emitted a dazzling light, which was extremely sharp, as if it could cut off everything.

The demon prince waved the golden feather blade and easily cut down the stars in the sky. Every time the sword fell, hundreds of red sand-transformed stars were chopped into pieces, turning into countless light points and dissipating in the void.

Yang Ling saw this, his face did not change, his hands quickly formed seals, and operated the "Soldier" secret technique, and an invisible force instantly controlled the golden feather blade in the hands of the demon prince.

In the astonished eyes of the demon prince, the golden feather blade suddenly flew out of his hand, and the tip of the blade turned and was actually aimed at himself. Under Yang Ling's control, nine red stars fell like meteors and hit the demon prince.

The demon prince was caught off guard and was hit by nine stars in succession. Each star was like a heavy hammer, which made his body shaky and his soul shake. The pain was clearly visible on his face.

Taking advantage of the fact that his soul was greatly impacted and it was difficult to condense his power in a short time, Yang Ling made another move. The red sand in the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd surged out like a tide, turning into pieces of red sandstorms, gradually suppressing the demon prince's golden flame and constantly eroding his defense.

The figure of the demon prince was looming in the red sand, and a trace of awe flashed in his eyes, and there was no longer the initial contempt.

Seeing that the situation was not favorable to him, the demon prince's face sank, and he knew that he could not drag it on any longer. His eyes shot to the sky like a sharp arrow, and the sun hanging in the sky seemed to sense his will and began to slowly descend, merging with the golden flame above his head.

As the sun and the golden flame combined, the demon prince's momentum began to rise wildly, and the hot breath even made the air begin to distort. The sun's golden flame formed a huge fireball around him, and the power was so strong that even the surrounding space began to crack.

Yang Ling saw this change and knew that he could no longer hold back. His palms flew and he took out an ancient treasure lotus lantern from his arms. Although the treasure lotus lantern was weak, the colorful light was still mysterious and exuded a faint glow.

He blew a breath gently at the treasure lotus lantern, and the colorful light suddenly surged, turning into a series of colorful light curtains, wrapping Yang Ling tightly and resisting the invasion of the sun's golden flame. The flames collided with the light curtain, making crackling sounds, and the air was filled with a burning and sacred breath.

In this visible war of attrition, Yang Ling's brows suddenly frowned slightly, and he actually sensed a ray of mysterious Tao rhyme.

A touch of purple air evolved in front of his eyes. It turned out that the primordial purple air evolved into infinite laws of the Great Dao in his heart, all of which were related to fire.

The mysteries of various flames all poured into his mind.

Yang Ling instinctively closed his eyes, and felt the laws of fire without distraction, trying to break through his own limits at this critical moment of life and death.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Deep in Yang Ling's heart, a fire was slowly growing. It absorbed the essence of the golden flame of the sun, constantly condensed, and gradually turned into the true fire of the sun.

The true fire of the sun is the purest and hottest flame between heaven and earth. It can burn all impurities, purify all things, and even refine the laws. It is the supreme among flames.

Around Yang Ling's body, the colorful light curtain gradually merged with a touch of the essence of the true fire of the sun. The color of the light curtain began to become deeper, as if it contained endless power.

This power condensed into a seed shaped like a flame, which soon took root and sprouted, grew into a Taoist tree, and then bloomed Taoist flowers and produced a Taoist fruit.

The Dao fruit was also in the shape of a flame, and it was the Dao fruit of heavenly fire, which could control all flames.

The prince of the demon clan sensed the flow of Dao rhyme, and was shocked to see Yang Ling comprehending the Dao in the battle. He roared, and used all his strength to drive the golden flame of the sun, trying to completely defeat Yang Ling before he could fully comprehend it.

However, just as he was about to launch the final attack, Yang Ling opened his eyes, and the light of the sun's true fire flashed in his eyes.

He waved his right hand, and the essence of the sun's true fire turned into a flame sword energy, which directly cut through the void and slashed towards the prince of the demon clan.

Under this sword, the golden flame of the demon clan prince's sun began to melt rapidly like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. He looked at the approaching flame sword energy in horror, and felt an unprecedented threat.

Finally, the flame sword energy collided with the golden flame of the demon clan prince, bursting out an unprecedented brilliance, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in this dazzling light.

The dazzling light gradually dissipated, and everything on the battlefield returned to calm.

The colorful clouds above Yang Ling's head slowly rotated. On the clouds, a graceful Taoist tree was quietly planted, with lush branches and leaves. The hanging Heavenly Fire Taoist fruit exuded a fiery and sacred light.

This Taoist tree is the symbol of Yang Ling in the realm of Taiyi Jinxian. Each leaf contains profound laws of fire, and each petal is a deep understanding of the Tao of Fire.

Yang Ling just smiled lightly, and the Taoist tree shook lightly. Those originally extremely hot flames, whether it was the Great Sun Golden Flame or his own Sun True Fire, were extinguished in this instant, as if they had never existed.

The shock of the demon prince at this moment can no longer be described in words. His Great Sun Golden Flame is his masterpiece, but it is so vulnerable under the light shaking of this Taoist tree, which makes him full of wonder.

Before he recovered from the shock, Yang Ling had already started the next move. With a light wave of his hands, the red sand in the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd turned into a dazzling galaxy, sweeping towards the demon prince.

Each grain of red sand in the galaxy carries the power to tear the soul apart. They dance in the void, forming a magnificent doomsday picture.

The demon prince couldn't believe it. His body was constantly retreating, trying to escape from the red sand galaxy. But no matter how he struggled, the red sand always followed him closely.

His eyes were full of fear. He knew that if the red sand invaded his body, his soul would be devastated, and his soul might even be destroyed.

A sense of despair surged in the demon prince's heart. His power seemed so small and powerless at this moment.

Not long ago, he thought highly of himself and thought that Yang Ling was not enough to be his enemy. He didn't expect that the other party had the power to defeat him at this moment!

"This matter is not over yet!"

The demon prince shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few golden feathers.

Yang Ling frowned, and his mind could no longer sense the trace of the demon prince.

This prince of the ancient demon court, he escaped!