My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

"Your Highness..."

The wings of the Black Crow Demon God fluttered wildly, and his eyes were full of disbelief. His Highness the Crown Prince actually escaped, which was a scene he had never thought of.

His body collided with the restraints of the Nine Sky Cloud Star Array, and every collision made him feel bone-like pain, but the array did not move at all, and he could not escape.

Yang Ling looked at this scene, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that your master doesn't want you! Black Crow Demon God, this is your end."

The trapped Black Crow Demon God heard this, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. His master fled the battlefield, leaving him alone to face the enemy. This betrayal made his heart feel like being cut by a sharp blade.

At this moment, the Xiqu Demon God, who had been hiding in the dark, suddenly jumped out, with a relieved smile on his face: "Haha, I knew that Lord Yang Ling would win!!"

The anger of the Black Crow Demon God was like a volcanic eruption, and his eyes spewed out anger that almost ignited the air: "Xiqu, you traitor! I want you to die!"

As he cursed, the black smoke in the body of the Black Crow Demon God rolled out and turned into a huge black smoke claw, rushing straight at the Xiqu Demon God, intending to wipe him out.

The Xiqu Demon God's face turned pale in an instant, and his body retreated backwards, but he knew that he could not escape the attack of the black smoke claw.

At the critical moment, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with cold light, and a huge red bow appeared in his hand.

I saw him draw the bow and arrow, and a powerful force condensed on the arrow. His movements were swift and accurate, and the dark red energy arrow was like an arrow that had been released from the string, shooting directly at the Black Crow Demon God.

The arrow cut through the air, with irresistible force, and accurately hit the chest of the Black Crow Demon God. The black smoke claws dissipated instantly under this blow, and the body of the Black Crow Demon God flew backwards as if hit by a heavy hammer, and hit the formation heavily.

The Black Crow Demon God showed an unbelievable look in his eyes. His power was so fragile under this arrow. His body was unable to move under the restraint of the formation, and he could only watch Yang Ling slowly approach.

Yang Ling had a smile of victory on his face, and his eyes stared at the Black Crow Demon God coldly: "Do you still want to resist? Your master has abandoned you."

The Black Crow Demon God's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only lower his head helplessly and smiled miserably: "Kill me, I will not betray the demon clan!"

Yang Ling looked at the Black Crow Demon God expressionlessly, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that although the enemy in front of him was powerless, if he left behind troubles, it would become a big trouble in the future. He flipped his right hand, and the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersing Gourd appeared in his palm. With a slight shake, endless soul-dispersing red sand swept out like a storm, instantly submerging the figure of the Black Crow Demon God.

The Black Crow Demon God struggled to escape, but the red sand was like a living thing, tightly wrapped around him, and no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of it. In the end, wrapped in the red sand, his figure completely disappeared in the gourd.

Seeing this, the Xiqu Demon God trembled in his heart, and hurried forward, bowed and congratulated: "Lord Yang Ling is wise and brave, today's battle will surely be passed down through the ages!"

Yang Ling glanced at him lightly and said nothing. He put away the Nine Nine Souls Gourd, and then waved his hand to unlock the Nine Sky Cloud Star Array. With the lifting of the array, the world returned to peace, and only the golden sun-chasing car was quietly parked aside, as if waiting for the owner to drive.

Yang Ling's eyes fell on the sun-chasing car, and his heart moved. He turned to the Xiqu Demon God and said lightly: "Drive, take me to the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm."

Hearing this, the Xiqu Demon God nodded and agreed as if he had been pardoned, and hurried forward to drive the sun-chasing car. As the wheels rolled, the Sun Chaser turned into a golden light, like a dazzling sun, breaking through the clouds and speeding towards the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm.

As the wheels rotated, the surrounding scenery quickly receded. Yang Ling closed his eyes and rested, feeling the power brought by the Dao tree in his body. He knew that the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm contained endless mysteries, and he would continue his path of cultivation there.

The Sun Chaser was like a messenger traveling through time and space, leaving behind golden tracks and speeding towards the unknown secret realm.

In the car, Yang Ling closed his eyes and meditated, and his mind had already begun to plan the next famous action.

The Sun Chaser was quiet and solemn inside the Sun Chaser, and Yang Ling's brows were slightly wrinkled. His mind was immersed in the battle just now, and he repeatedly pondered every detail.

He realized that in the duel with the demon prince and the black crow demon god, although he finally won, he was very dangerous in the several attacks and defenses in the process, and consumed too much mana.

Especially when using the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, he almost exhausted all his mana, which made him realize that he still had a lot of room for improvement in the deployment and control of mana.

But now he has been promoted to Taiyi Jinxian, with endless mana, and no longer has to worry about running out of mana.

He recalled the scene when he used the Tong Bow in the battle. Although the power contained in the dark red energy arrow was very huge, Yang Ling knew that if he could add more secret techniques to the arrow, such as combining the power of wind and thunder, it might make the attack more deadly and faster.

Yang Ling's fingers gently tapped the armrest of the Sun Chaser, and a flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind. In future battles, he must use the magic weapons and secret techniques he mastered more flexibly to achieve the effect of defeating the majority with the minority and the weak with the strong.

While Yang Ling was immersed in this thought, his mind suddenly shook. He felt that the Dao tree in his body had grown significantly after this battle, and his realm seemed to have improved as a result. This feeling made him feel an indescribable joy in his heart.

Yang Ling turned his eyes to the window, and through the golden light, he seemed to see the vague outline of the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm. He was more eager to absorb the true fire of the sun, and he believed that the magical power would take his cultivation to a higher level.

However, in addition to this expectation, Yang Ling also felt a little uneasy. He knew that his family must be worried about him, and they might still be anxiously waiting for news of the battle.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling took out a jade slip from his arms, and his fingertips condensed a trace of magic power, and gently engraved some thoughts. Then, he injected a ray of spiritual power into the jade slip, turning it into a stream of light, penetrating the carriage, rushing into the sky, and flying towards the direction of Chaoge.

As the Sun Chaser continued to speed forward, Yang Ling's heart also flew to his distant home with the jade slip.

…

The morning in Chaoge City is like an elegant ink painting, quiet and full of vitality.

The eastern sky gradually revealed a fish belly white, and a faint blush quietly dyed the clouds, indicating that a new day is coming. The crowing of chickens and barking of dogs in the city broke the tranquility of the night and awakened the sleeping people.

On the streets, early vendors have started a busy day. They push carts full of fresh vegetables and fruits, slowly move forward along the bluestone road, and occasionally shout a few times, and the sound is particularly crisp in the morning air.

In the fields outside the city, farmers carry hoes and step on the morning dew to start a new day of work. The green crops sway gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of fresh earthy smell.

The market in the city also began to bustle, and vendors put out a variety of goods, from exquisite silk to practical pottery, dazzling. The hawkers' cries and the customers' bargaining interweave into a lively symphony of the market.

In a corner of Chaoge City, several children chased and played in the open field. Their laughter was crisp and innocent, adding a bit of vitality to this ancient city.

By the river, the women washing clothes have started a day's work. The sound of the mallet and the splash of water are intertwined, accompanied by the sound of their casual chats, forming a warm and simple picture of life.

As the sun gradually rises, the morning of Chaoge City gradually becomes lively, but the tranquility and harmony always linger in everyone's heart, making people feel the beauty and tranquility of life.

In Chaoge City, the morning light shines, Yunhua is busy in the kitchen, she skillfully stirs the ingredients in the pot, and the fragrance is overflowing. Today she deliberately got up early to prepare a hearty breakfast for Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

At the dinner table, Yang Jian and Yang Chan sat opposite each other, and the brother and sister ate breakfast while bickering.

"Yang Chan, how was your sword practice yesterday? Don't always think about skipping classes." Yang Jian chewed his food and looked at his sister jokingly.

"Humph, brother, you only know how to laugh at me. I have learned new sword moves yesterday. If you dare to look down on me, I will compete with you!" Yang Chan retorted unyieldingly, with a challenging light flashing in his eyes.

Yang Jian laughed after hearing this: "Okay, then we will have a competition later. Don't cry if you lose."

Yang Chan pouted angrily, "You only know how to bully me. When Daddy is not at home, you are even more lawless. When he comes back, I must tell him."

Seeing that his sister was about to cry, Yang Jian waved his hands quickly: "Okay, okay, wasn't I kidding you? Don't cry, don't cry, I won't dare to do it again."

Yang Chan snorted, but still wiped the corners of her eyes and continued to eat breakfast.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a little, Yang Jian turned to Yun Hua and asked curiously, "Mother, why hasn't Dad come back for so long?"

Yun Hua smiled and put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand, looking at her son gently: "The place where your father went is full of dangers, but it is also full of opportunities. He knows his limits, you don't have to worry too much. Besides, you know your father's strength, he will be safe and sound."

Yang Jian nodded, although he was still a little worried, but he knew that Yun Hua was right, his father Yang Ling's strength was indeed unfathomable, he should be able to deal with all kinds of dangers.

At this moment, Yun Hua suddenly felt a little strange, she stretched out her hand and waved it gently, the spiritual power condensed in the air turned into a stream of light, slowly falling into her palm.

It was a jade slip, which was sent by Yang Ling.

Yun Hua opened the jade slip with a solemn look, and a message was directly transmitted into her consciousness. She first showed a relieved smile on her face, and then replaced by worry.

In the jade slip, Yang Ling described his promotion to Taiyi Jinxian and his plan to continue to the Nine Yang Spring Secret Realm.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian noticed Yun Hua's abnormality, put down his chopsticks, and asked with concern.

Yun Hua took a deep breath, smiled and said to his children: "Your father has sent news, he is safe and is now going to the Nine Yang Spring Secret Realm to continue practicing."

Hearing this news, Yang Chan also put down her bowl and chopsticks, with a trace of worry in her eyes: "The Nine Yang Spring Secret Realm, I heard that it is full of dangers, will Daddy..."

"Don't worry, Chan'er, Daddy is so powerful, nothing will happen." Yang Jian interrupted his sister's words, his voice full of firmness and confidence.

Yunhua looked at the two children tenderly, nodded, and said with a hint of determination: "Your father is indeed very powerful, but this does not mean that we can relax our vigilance. You still need to practice harder and don't be lazy."

Yang Jian and Yang Chan looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They answered in unison: "Yes, mother."

Yunhua stood up, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "In this case, I will teach you kendo in person today. You go to the martial arts field to prepare first, and I will be there later."

The brother and sister immediately stood up, walked out of the dining room with expectation, and walked towards the study. On the wall of the study hangs a picture of mountains and rivers, which is where they practice.

...

Beijing Juluzhou

The barren and desolate mountains, like a painting without life, silently stretch across the vast land. Here, perhaps there were mountains and peaks and vitality, but now there are only exposed rocks and cracked surfaces, witnessing the ruthlessness of time and the changes of nature.

The outline of the mountain range looks particularly cold under the gray sky, and the ridges are as sharp as if they were cut by a knife. On the mountain, the rocks are exposed, severely weathered, and full of cracks. The once lush vegetation no longer exists. Only scattered dead grass sways in the wind, making rustling sounds, adding a bit of desolation.

In the barren and desolate mountains, a slightly dilapidated majestic palace stands silently, and its existence brings a touch of mystery and solemnity to this dead land.

The outer wall of the palace is made of huge stones. The erosion of the years has made the wall mottled, and moss and vines climb on it, covering this ancient building with a layer of green coat. The gate of the palace is closed, and the copper rings and carvings on the door are rusty, but it still can't hide its former glory.

A golden light cuts through the sky, like a falling meteor, and slams into the desolate mountains of Uttarakuru. The golden light gradually faded away, and a figure emerged from it. It was the prince of the demon clan.

His face was twisted, full of anger and unwillingness. His clothes were torn and bloody, and he had obviously just experienced a fierce battle. His eyes were red, like a burning flame, staring at the surroundings.

"Yang Ling!!" The prince of the demon clan roared, and his voice was like thunder, shaking in this dead mountain range.

Soon, several figures fell from the sky and landed around the prince of the demon clan. They were several Daluo Jinxian from the demon clan.

Seeing the embarrassed prince of the demon clan, their eyes were full of doubts and worries, and they all asked.

"Your Highness, what's going on? Where are the two demon gods Bifang and Mo Ya?" A Daluo Jinxian with emerald wings asked anxiously.

The chest of the demon prince rose and fell violently. He endured the pain in his body and said in a hoarse voice: "We were ambushed by the disciples of the human sect. Yang Ling's strength is unfathomable. Bifang and Mo Ya... they have died in battle!"

The faces of the surrounding demons changed drastically when they heard this. Bifang and Mo Ya are both powerful in the demon clan. Now they are dead in battle. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the demon clan.

A trace of grief and reluctance flashed in the eyes of the demon prince. He gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Ling has the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersion Gourd in his hand, which is extremely powerful. Bifang and Mo Ya have been taken into it.

I was seriously injured and could only tear the space to escape back, otherwise I would die in vain."

After hearing this, the demons looked at each other. They knew that this loss was a heavy blow to the demon clan. In the days to come, they will face more difficulties and challenges.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" A slender female demon asked, her eyes full of worry.

The demon prince took a deep breath and tried to calm down. His eyes became firm and cold: "The true fire of the sun cannot be lost. You must go with me to stop that guy!"

The demons nodded one after another when they heard this.

Although they had different ideas in their hearts, they were particularly united at this moment.

The demon prince waved his hand and asked the demons to prepare quickly. They set off together half an hour later.

After the demon gods turned into rays of light and rushed towards the demon territory, the demon prince's face became more gloomy.

The demon prince stepped into the hall. The hall was dark and damp, with only a few faint lights coming in from the high windows.

A trace of complex emotions flashed in the demon prince's eyes. He took out a stick of incense from his sleeve, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. Thick smoke and fragrance filled the air. As the smoke rose, the smoke gradually transformed into the figure of a Taoist.

The Taoist priest was wearing a green robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword on his back. His face was serious and his eyes were like torches.

If Yang Ling was present, he would definitely recognize that this Taoist priest was the Taoist priest Lu Ya, the scattered immortal from West Kunlun.

Taoist priest Lu Ya was wearing a robe, with a serious face and a lightning-like gaze. He looked around and finally his eyes fell on the prince of the demon clan. He asked in a deep voice: "What happened? Why did you summon me?"

The prince of the demon clan took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and told the previous experience one by one.

After hearing this, Taoist priest Lu Ya frowned, his face was as gloomy as water, and he scolded: "You are a waste. You are a golden immortal, but you are teased by a human child. You are the prince of the demon clan, but you can't control the situation. You are really useless!"

The prince of the demon clan heard such a rebuke, his face changed, and he was ashamed and angry. He clenched his fists, his body trembled, and anger burned in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said: "Lu Ya, you and I are one, what qualifications do you have to scold me?!"

Taoist Lu Ya's voice was like the cold wind in winter, penetrating through the smoke and piercing the demon prince's heart: "What exactly do you want?"

The demon prince raised his head, his eyes burning with raging anger, and his voice was firm and cold: "I want Yang Ling to die! I want the treasures in him, especially the Nine-Nine Soul-dispersing Gourd. I want to get the Hongmeng Purple Qi, in the future I want to attain enlightenment and become a saint, transcending the three realms and not being bound by anything!”

When Taoist Lu Ya heard these words, his face became even more gloomy, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Your ambition is not small, but this will not be easy. Yang Ling is a disciple of the Human Cult. If his life is in danger, the saint may come to rescue him. If you want to deal with him, you must have something A surefire solution.”

The demon prince clenched his fists and was silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "Then what should I do? Can't I just let Yang Ling go?"

A cunning light flashed in Taoist Lu Ya's eyes, and he said slowly: "Let him go? That's impossible. However, we must make a decision before we act.

Doesn't he want to steal the real fire from the Sun? We can do something about it. "

A glimmer of excitement flashed in the eyes of the demon prince: "What do you mean..."

Taoist Lu Ya smiled slightly and continued: "Yes, we can set up an ambush quietly first! He has just won a big victory, so he will definitely be unprepared. That is a good time for us to take action."

After hearing this, the demon prince showed a satisfied smile on his face, and he nodded: "Okay, I will do as you say.

I will send out the strongest demon god under my command to ensure success in one fell swoop! "

Taoist Lu Ya reminded again: "Remember, all actions must be cautious and there must be no mistakes. Otherwise, once the saints of the human religion are alerted, we will all fall into a situation of eternal disaster."

The demon prince responded in a deep voice: "I understand that I will not make any mistakes this time. I will personally plan and supervise and never leave any chance to Yang Ling."

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes were as bright as a torch, and there was a hint of coldness in his voice: "During the fight, did you collect Yang Ling's hair, blood essence, etc.? If the ambush fails, we can also use the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book to curse him to death."

Hearing this, the demon prince's eyes flashed with a cunning light. He nodded and said in a low voice: "I left a drop of Yang Ling's blood. This thing has been secretly sent to West Kunlun by my trusted subordinates."

When Taoist Lu Ya heard this, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He nodded gently: "Very good. This way, our chances of winning have increased a bit."

The Seven Arrows Book of Nail Head is an extremely vicious spell. Once it is cast, even Daluo Jinxian will not be immune.

A sneer appeared on the lips of the demon prince, with a hint of crazy expectation in his voice: "As long as we can get rid of Yang Ling and seize his treasure, the revival of our demon clan is just around the corner."

Taoist Lu Ya also showed a hint of expectation in his eyes, and he said slowly: "If we can get the treasures from Yang Ling, especially the treasure money and the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, the strength of our demon clan will be greatly increased, and the revival of Hope nature is brighter.”

The demon prince stood up, his eyes burning with ambition: "I will personally supervise this operation and will never allow any mistakes. Yang Ling, your end is coming!"

Taoist Lu Ya nodded slightly, and his figure gradually faded in the smoke, and finally disappeared, leaving only the rich aroma in the room and the firm and gloomy face of the demon prince.

The demon prince turned and left the hall. His steps were heavy and firm, and every step seemed to be on the road to revenge in his heart. He knew that this time, he had to succeed, otherwise the future of the demon clan would be bleak.

"If you want to blame it, blame yourself for being too greedy!"

The True Fire of the Sun is very important to the Demon Clan Prince. It is the promotion path he has prepared for himself and must not be missed.

…

West Kunlun has been a holy land for immortals since ancient times. Its scenery is magnificent and mysterious, transcending the world.

The sky is clear and transparent, as if it can cleanse people's hearts. The white clouds are long and leisurely, sometimes gathering into a sea, sometimes scattering into light veils, drifting in the wind, and changing in unpredictable ways.

The mountains are majestic, with many peaks and peaks. The mountains are steep yet beautiful. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, as if covered with a mysterious veil. The sun shines through the clouds and onto the top of the mountain, forming beams of light, decorating the mountain like a jade palace in the fairyland.

There are many exotic flowers and plants in the mountains, which are undefeated all year round and compete for beauty. The fairy flowers bloomed, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance; the spiritual grass swayed, flashing with a faint spiritual light.

The stream is gurgling and crystal clear, running through the mountains like jade belts. The stream water is sweet and refreshing to drink. There are many strange rocks along the stream, with different shapes, some like beasts, some like fairies, lifelike.

Deep in West Kunlun, there are many immortal caves hidden in the caves. The entrances of the caves are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the aura is compelling. The cave is filled with immortal energy, and rare treasures can be seen everywhere.

Taoist Lu Ya sat cross-legged in the cave, his eyes slightly closed, and his body was surrounded by a faint cyan light. His consciousness was wandering in the void, thinking carefully about the conversation he had just had with the demon prince. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes shining with the light of wisdom.

He waved his hand gently, and there seemed to be slight fluctuations of magic power in the air, and then an ancient painting appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Taoist Lu Ya blew gently, and the scroll slowly unfolded, revealing the densely packed portraits of demons and gods inside. These portraits are vivid and lifelike, and every demon and god is lifelike, as if they could jump out of the scroll at any time.

His eyes quickly swept through the portraits, and finally stopped at a dignified and majestic portrait of the demon saint. He took a deep breath and said in a low and solemn voice: "Please show up, Bai Ze Demon Saint."

As his voice fell, the portrait of Bai Ze Demon Saint in the scroll began to ripple with layers of light waves, as if a stone was thrown into the water. The light waves became more and more intense, and finally a figure wearing a white robe and with elegant temperament emerged from the scroll.

Bai Ze Demon Saint's eyes were like lightning. He looked around, and then his eyes fell on Taoist Lu Ya. His voice was steady and powerful: "Lu Ya, why did you call me?"

Taoist Lu Ya nodded slightly, and briefly told Bai Ze Demon Saint what the demon prince had encountered and the general process of the plan. Finally, his voice was inquiring: "Is there any risk in this move?"

After listening to Taoist Lu Ya's narration, Bai Ze Demon Saint frowned slightly, and his eyes revealed a trace of deep thought.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Although this plan is good, the risks should not be underestimated. Yang Ling is not a trivial person, and there are people who support him behind the scenes. If the action fails, the consequences will be disastrous."