My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

At the moment when the starry sky was disillusioned, countless stars were like destroyed dreams, broken into countless light points and dissipated in the void.

The two demon gods Xiqu and Qiongqi looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and uneasiness. Facing the power of the demon prince, they knew that even Yang Ling would not be able to win easily.

"Master Yang Ling, the situation at this moment is extremely unfavorable to us. Why don't we retreat first and leave the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood." Xiqu Demon God said to Yang Ling with a trembling voice.

Qiongqi Demon God also eagerly agreed: "Yes, Mr. Yang Ling, your life is more important than anything else. We can find another opportunity to show off with the demon prince."

However, Yang Ling had a calm look on his face. He glanced at the two demon gods with blazing eyes and said calmly: "No need to say more, I have my own plan. You two go and hold the demon clan prince back first, and I will deal with the other nine demon gods." Demon God."

When Xiqu and Qiongqi heard this, they were filled with anxiety, but they also knew that this was not the time to hesitate.

They looked at each other, and although they were both uneasy, they could only obey Yang Ling's orders. The two men agreed in unison: "As you command!"

After saying that, Xiqu Demon God and Qiongqi Demon God quickly mobilized the power in their bodies, turned into two streams of light, and rushed towards the Demon Clan Prince.

They exploded with all their strength, trying to contain this peerless strongman among the demon clan with their own strength.

Upon seeing this, the prince of the Yao clan had a flash of sarcasm in his eyes. He did not take Xiqu and Qiongqi into consideration. The golden sun flame around his body became even hotter, as if it could burn everything. He snorted coldly and faced the two rushing streams of light.

At the same time, Yang Ling moved and turned into a sword light, rushing directly towards the remaining nine demon gods. He waved the star sword in his hand again, each sword containing the power to destroy the stars. As the sword light flashed, countless star swords surged towards the nine demon gods like a tide.

When the nine demon gods saw Yang Ling challenging them alone, although they were a little surprised, they were more angry. They roared again and again, each using their strongest magic to compete with Yang Ling's Star Sword.

The battle started on the ruins of this starry sky. Although the stars were broken, the battle here became increasingly fierce.

Fragments of the starry sky were scattered in the void, and the roars of the nine demon gods shook the chaos. The star flags in their hands were like artifacts that controlled the movement of the stars. The starlight on the flags rotated faster, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.

As their power gathered, the brilliance on the star flags became more and more dazzling, and a huge starlight sword condensed and took shape in the void. The blade of the sword was flowing with the brilliance of the stars, as if it could cut off the shackles of the universe.

"Kill me!" The Jade Demon God roared angrily, and took the lead in waving the Qingxuan Fan in his hand, guiding his giant sword to slash at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's face was solemn. He knew that this sword contained all the power of the nine demon gods and was by no means easy to trade with. The Starlight Sword in his hand immediately danced, and the grass-shaped sword technique was used to the extreme. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, turning into sharp sword nets, trying to block the giant sword.

However, when the sword net collided with the giant sword, Yang Ling felt a huge pressure. Although the grass-shaped sword technique was exquisite, it seemed slightly inadequate in the face of this power. The sword web was torn, the sword energy was suppressed, and Yang Ling had to retreat continuously.

Seeing this, the green jade demon god showed a look of ecstasy on his face. He shouted loudly, inspiring the other demon gods: "Everyone, go all out, today is the day when Yang Ling will be destroyed!"

When the nine demon gods heard the words, their morale was greatly boosted. They worked together again, and the power in the star flags surged like a tide. The giant sword struck again, with even greater power. The stars were bright, as if they were going to cut the starry sky into pieces again. Two halves.

In the starry sky above Yang Ling's head, colorful clouds appeared, and the colored light flowed, like the arrival of gods. He tried to use Qingyun's power to resist the terrifying sword. However, the destructive power brought by the giant sword was too strong. Although Qingyun was beautiful, he was shattered by the impact of the giant sword, unable to block the heaven-destroying and earth-destroying sword. A blow.

Yang Ling's eyes were full of calmness. Although the situation was critical, he did not panic at all. He knew that at this moment, he could only find an opportunity to defeat the enemy by retreating.

As a result, his figure was erratic, like a nebula flying across the battlefield. Every time the giant sword struck, he could avoid it at the minimum cost.

In the starry sky, the sound of sword light and giant swords clashing continuously.

Under the bright starlight, in the Qingyun above Yang Ling's head, an ancient Taoist tree quietly emerged. Its branches and leaves are lush, and its trunk is winding, as if it carries the vicissitudes of endless years. On the Tao tree, there are crystal clear Sky Fire Tao Fruits, each one containing the power to destroy everything.

Following Yang Ling's thoughts, the Dao tree swayed gently, and the Heavenly Fire Dao Fruits fell one by one, interlocking with the golden sun flames beside the demon clan prince, instantly triggering a sea of ​​blazing flames.

In the flame, there is not only the power of destruction, but also a sacred power that purifies all things. It burns all uncleanness and also purifies the chaos of this battlefield.

Under the influence of this power, the offensive of the nine demon gods was obviously disturbed. The brilliance on their star flags became dim, and the edge of the starlight giant sword gradually dissipated.

Yang Ling did not miss this opportunity. He recited a mantra silently in his heart, and the images of two profound Taoists suddenly appeared around him. One is Taoist Manjusri, with eyes as bright as a torch, holding a still Taoist fruit. Once sacrificed, the surrounding time and space seem to freeze; the other is a real person named Yuding, with a solemn expression. The light of the Heavenly Sword Taoist fruit flows in his hand, and wherever the sword light touches, Nothing is left uncut.

Manjusri Taoist took the first step, and the Static Dao Fruit gently turned in his hand, immediately forming a static field on the battlefield. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the movements of the nine demon gods became slow. Their faces were terrified, but they could not escape this sudden restraint.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jade Ding Zhenren waved the Heaven Sword Dao Fruit in his hand, and endless sword light fell from the sky, pouring down like a meteor shower. Each sword light was sharp and unmatched, slashing at the nine demon gods.

Under the influence of the Static Dao Fruit, the nine demon gods could not effectively resist. They were hit by the sword light, and were injured one after another, and their blood splashed. Their roars sounded particularly shrill in the static space, but they could not change the fate of being penetrated by the sword light.

At this moment, the sun above the demon prince's head suddenly lit up, and a sun that was hotter and more dazzling than before rose up. The golden flame on his body seemed to have gained a new life, and with an indescribable power, it suddenly broke through the static space.

Under the sun, the figure of the demon prince became blurred and distorted, as if the connection between him and the starry sky was being reestablished, and his power was unprecedentedly strengthened at this moment.

Yang Ling frowned slightly, and the starlight sword in his hand danced again.

"Hehuazi Dafa!" Yang Ling shouted in a low voice, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to gather at this moment.

As his magic power was running, a figure exactly like the demon prince condensed in front of him, with a dazzling sun above his head, and golden flames radiating, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The demon gods were shocked when they saw this scene. Their eyes lingered between Yang Ling and the incarnation, wondering what kind of magical power Yang Ling had used to copy the image of the demon prince so magically.

The demon prince was furious when he saw this. His voice was full of anger and disbelief: "Yang Ling, you dare to tease me with such a trick!"

Yang Ling did not change his expression. He glanced at the demon prince calmly, then formed a seal again, and his magic power surged again. Another figure appeared beside him. It was the appearance of Bifang demon god, with the sun on his head and the momentum was undiminished.

The three stood in a line, and the two incarnations in front of Yang Ling simultaneously cast the Sun Golden Flame and the Nanming Lihuo. The flames gathered into a sea of ​​fire, surrounding the nine demon gods.

The blazing flames burned them in great pain, and their demon power was greatly suppressed. The originally fierce offensive became stretched in the face of this fire.

The nine demon gods were in great pain. They struggled in the sea of ​​fire, trying to find a way out, but no matter how they cast magic, they could not break through the fire trap formed by Yang Ling's incarnation.

Yang Ling looked at the nine demon gods trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had an absolute advantage at the moment, and as long as he added one last blow, he could completely turn the tide of the battle.

At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if an invisible sharp blade was tearing his soul apart. His face suddenly changed, and his breath instantly weakened a lot.

Under this sudden pain, the two helpers he transformed also collapsed, turning into dots of starlight and dissipating in the void.

The nine demon gods saw this, although they didn't understand why, but the Jade Demon God immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him! This is a godsend opportunity, fight back with all your strength!"

Hearing this, the demon gods were like chicken blood, waving the star flags in their hands, releasing waves of more violent attacks than the last.

The starlight giant sword condensed again, carrying the power to destroy the world, and slashed towards Yang Ling.

Although Yang Ling's soul was injured at this time, he still maintained a trace of clarity.

He knew that now he could only rely on the seven-colored celebration cloud to defend himself in order to get a chance to breathe. So, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his soul, condensed layers of colorful clouds, and wrapped himself tightly.

Under the clouds, colorful light circulated. Although he could resist for a while, he was in danger under the crazy attacks of the nine demon gods.

The prince of the demon clan saw that Yang Ling could still defend himself in this situation, and he couldn't help but sneered: "Yang Ling, even if you hide in the clouds, you can't escape death! Qingyu, don't hold back, kill him with all your strength!"

Qingyu demon god and others heard the words, and they urged the star flags in their hands. The giant sword of starlight carried more violent power and kept bombarding the colorful clouds.

Although the clouds were gorgeous, they kept cracking under this fierce attack, as if they would break at any time.

Qiongqi and Xiqu, the two demon gods, were on the other side of the battlefield. Seeing this scene, they were full of fear. They originally thought that Yang Ling could turn the tide, but they didn't expect such a change.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of regret and helplessness, but at this moment they were powerless to turn the tide. Although Yang Ling was seriously injured, his eyes still kept a trace of clarity.

He knew that he had to persevere, even if it was with his own strength, to support the hope of this battlefield.

Under the colorful cloud, Yang Ling's figure became more and more ethereal. Under the protection of the cloud, he tried his best to avoid the attacks of the nine demon gods, and tried to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Although the starlight sword in his hand was no longer as sharp as before, every time he swung it, he still had an unyielding will. Although the sword light was weak, it still cut through the void, leaving a series of gorgeous tracks.

Yang Ling's eyes were as sharp as a knife. Although his soul was in great pain, he still forced himself to stay awake and shouted at the demon prince: "What kind of evil magic did you use to hurt my soul without my knowledge?"

Hearing this, the prince of the demon clan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his voice full of sarcasm and contempt: "Yang Ling, what kind of vile magic do you think I will use? This is my orthodox sacred magic of Xuanmen, how can it be in your mouth? witchcraft?"

Yang Ling was startled. A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be an extremely powerful curse-killing technique among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs of Xuanmen - the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book?

He has also learned about this kind of magical power, but it is extremely difficult to use because it requires the target's blood essence as a guide. If it is successfully used, even Daluo Jinxian will have difficulty resisting it.

Seeing the change in Yang Ling's expression, the demon prince's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that Yang Ling could guess this, but he quickly returned to his sneer: "Huh, Yang Ling, you are smart, you can guess that it was me who cast this "The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book." However, what if you know that this technique has been used, and as long as you worship it forty-nine times, your soul will be extinguished and you will be dead!"

When Yang Ling heard this, his face became more solemn. He knew that the Seven Arrows Book was a forbidden technique of Xuanmen. Once it was used, it would be like a death sentence and almost irreversible. But he was someone who would never give up easily, and various possible countermeasures were rapidly swirling in his mind.

His eyes scanned the battlefield, looking for any environment or power that could be exploited, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

Yang Ling's heart moved, and she suddenly remembered that she had a surrogate puppet.

This scapegoat was a reward he had drawn before. It could be used to withstand a fatal attack and divert all cause and effect.

He no longer hesitated immediately, and with a change of heart, he secretly activated the scapegoat. A glimmer of light flashed in the puppet's eyes, and then there was an invisible force that transferred all the cause and effect on Yang Ling.

At this moment, the original pain of the soul that was like a knife disappeared immediately. Yang Ling could hardly believe that the power of the Seven Arrows Book was actually taken over by the scapegoat.

His heart suddenly felt relieved and his spirit was lifted.

When the demon prince saw Yang Ling suddenly relaxed, he thought it was because his will was weakening, and he felt even more proud in his heart. He said sarcastically: "Yang Ling, do you finally know fear? Are you regretting now why you were the enemy of my demon clan in the first place?"

Yang Ling listened to the demon prince's ridicule, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He knew in his heart that the demon prince didn't know that he had cracked his killing move. He didn't say much, just quietly adjusting his state and preparing to fight back.

The two demon gods Qiongqi and Xiqu who were standing by were shocked when they saw Yang Ling's sudden change in expression. They didn't know why, thinking that Yang Ling had given up resistance, and they felt regretful.

Although the two demon gods were helpless in their hearts, they could only watch the changes on the battlefield and look forward to a miracle.

At this time, the green jade demon god showed a ferocious face, and the treasure in his hand shone brightly, turning into a bright meteor, carrying a devastating power and approaching Yang Ling.

Seeing this, the other demon gods were not to be outdone. They each used their magical powers, or turned into giant palms, or condensed thunder, or summoned a storm, and attacked Yang Ling overwhelmingly.

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he knew that he could not hold anything back at this moment.

He formed seals with his hands and muttered words. In the star formation, the endless soul-dispersing red sand rose into the sky one after another like summoned elves, turning into a bright star river and sweeping towards the demon gods who were rushing towards them.

The galaxy is rolling, and the soul-splitting red sand is extremely sharp. Every grain of red sand is like a falling star, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The demon gods were caught off guard by this sudden attack, their spirits were shaken, and their pain was evident. Their attacks collapsed in the galaxy, and they could no longer pose a threat to Yang Ling.

When the demon prince saw this, he frowned. He thought that Yang Ling was at the end of his strength, but he didn't expect that the other party had such a back-up plan.

Angry in his heart, he slapped away Qiongqi and Xiqu who were about to step forward to support them. The two demon gods flew out of the battlefield like kites with broken strings and fell to the ground seriously injured.

The demon prince no longer hesitated. The sun above his head rose again, hotter and more dazzling than before. The golden flames were like the sea and the heat waves were rolling. He wanted to use his most powerful power to break through the galaxy set by Yang Ling in one fell swoop.

Under the bright sun, the figure of the demon prince became taller and taller, as if he had transformed into a supreme god. His palms turned into golden flame wheels, and he struck hard at the hanging star river.

Under the impact of the golden flames of the Great Sun, the galaxy began to fluctuate, the stars flickered, and it seemed that it might be completely defeated at any time.

Yang Ling didn't panic at all, but a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into countless blood beads and merged into the galaxy.

The galaxy suddenly bloomed with time, and the soul-splitting red sand seemed to have gained new life. The starlight became even brighter, and it actually competed with the golden sun flame of the demon prince.

The two forces collided in the center of the battlefield, inspiring huge waves of air, and the entire battlefield seemed to tremble at this moment.

The galaxy and the golden flames of the sun represent two completely different forces, and at this moment, the most intense duel is unfolding in the starry sky.

In the collision between the galaxy and the golden flame of the sun, Yang Ling felt an unprecedented pressure. Although his power of stars is powerful, it seems there is still a gap compared with the power of the sun of the demon prince.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, and the Sun True Fire in his body was awakened like a sleeping giant beast. His body seemed to have become a huge furnace, and the Sun True Fire rolled and boiled in it, and finally turned into a sun that was more dazzling than the sun above the head of the demon prince.

This new sun rose above the galaxy, echoing the sun of the demon prince, but opposing each other. The two sun forces collided violently in the air, bursting out dazzling light, as if to illuminate the entire battlefield.

The demon prince was furious when he saw this.

These Sun True Fires were originally precious resources that he had cultivated for many years and prepared for his promotion to Quasi-Sage, but he didn't expect that they would be snatched away by Yang Ling today and used against him.

His anger was like lava erupting, and his voice was full of anger and unwillingness: "Yang Ling, you thief, you dared to steal my Sun True Fire, today I will make you pay with blood!"

However, although the demon prince was extremely angry, the power of the two suns was still deadlocked. The world was filled with the breath of two kinds of flames, interweaving into a hot and dangerous battlefield.

During this stalemate, doubts arose in the heart of the demon prince.

He clearly remembered that he had used the Seven Arrows Book to cast a fatal curse on Yang Ling. Logically, the other party should have collapsed and died.

However, Yang Ling in front of him not only had a firm look, but also had no less strength, which made him doubt whether there was something wrong with his magical power.

"Yang Ling, how did you do it? Doesn't the curse of the Seven Arrows Book work on you?" The demon prince suppressed his inner shock and questioned.

Facing the doubts of the demon prince, Yang Ling smiled. He was unwilling to reveal the secret of the dead puppet, and just responded lightly: "The Seven Arrows Book is indeed powerful, but there is always a way to crack it in the world."

"Humph."

The demon prince snorted coldly, and the sun above his head became more fierce.

The two sides once again broke out in a more fierce fight. The power of the sun and the power of the stars raged between heaven and earth, and the battle entered the most intense stage.

The nine demon gods were anxious when they saw that the power of the demon prince and Yang Ling was in a stalemate. They knew that they could not let Yang Ling have a chance to breathe.

So, they stood together, and the Zhoutian Star Banner in their hands seemed to be endowed with life, with starlight flickering, as if they could attract the star power between heaven and earth.

As the nine demon gods chanted the spell, an invisible force emanated from the Star Banner. This force was like an invisible net, slowly spreading out and firmly covering Yang Ling's star power.

Yang Ling felt that the star power in his body began to drain away. Those stars that were originally dazzling and dazzling were now dim. His heart sank, knowing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

Seeing this, the demon prince showed a grim smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew that the opportunity had come. He raised his hands above his head and pressed down suddenly. The sun above his head seemed to be summoned, and the violent golden flames poured down like a waterfall, directly suppressing Yang Ling.

"Yang Ling, accept death!" The voice of the demon prince was full of triumphant arrogance.

Yang Ling's figure seemed extremely small under this pressure, and his Sun True Fire was also suppressed by this force, unable to fight against the demon prince's Sun Golden Flame.

The stars in the sky seemed to have lost their light at this moment, and the entire battlefield fell into a dead silence.

Yang Ling's brows were furrowed, he knew that he could not give up at this critical moment, and he had to find a way to break through.

But under the joint efforts of the nine demon gods, his star power was suppressed so heavily that even he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

His eyes shuttled between the rapidly dimming stars, looking for the last ray of life. In his heart, he urged the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, hoping to awaken those sleeping stars and give himself strength.

At this moment, an unprecedented wave of fluctuations was stirred in the depths of Yang Ling's heart. In his mind, the Sun True Fire and the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand intertwined, as if hinting at some mystery of yin and yang balance.

Yang Ling suddenly realized that this was the unity of the power of yin and yang, the most fundamental power in the universe.

He closed his eyes and immersed his mind in the intersection of yin and yang deep in his heart, allowing his consciousness to synchronize with the mysterious power.

As he breathed, the sun's true fire and the scattered soul red sand began to slowly merge, gradually turning into a huge Tai Chi diagram, rotating and covering the entire universe.

On the Tai Chi diagram, the sun and the moon rotated with each other, endlessly, and the black and white colors alternated, forming a mysterious attraction.

The demon prince saw that the sun above his head suddenly lost control, and all the power actually surged towards the huge Tai Chi diagram like a tide, and was absorbed by it.

His face turned pale in an instant, his eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"What kind of power is this?" The demon prince's voice trembled, and his arrogance and confidence collapsed at this moment.

The Jade Demon God was also stunned. His treasure's brilliant offensive was like a drop in the ocean in front of the Tai Chi diagram. It was completely useless.

The Xiqu Demon God and the Qiongqi Demon God were even more shocked. They couldn't understand how Yang Ling, a human cultivator, could comprehend such a heaven-defying power.

The Tai Chi diagram was spinning faster and faster, and the black and white light was getting brighter and brighter. Yang Ling's figure became more and more obvious in the center of the Tai Chi diagram. His aura merged with the Tai Chi diagram, as if he had become the master of Yin and Yang.

The prince of the demon clan was panicking at this moment. His Great Sun Golden Flame was constantly absorbed by the Tai Chi Diagram, and his own power was rapidly fading.

He tried to take back his power, but found that he could no longer control it. His power seemed to be locked by some invisible shackles and could only be absorbed by the Tai Chi Diagram.

Seeing this, the nine demon gods wanted to join forces to break this situation, but their power was insignificant in front of the Tai Chi Diagram.

Their Zhoutian Star Banner was attracted by the Tai Chi Diagram, and the starlight was dim, unable to exert its due power.

Yang Ling, in the center of the Tai Chi Diagram, had become the master of this battle.

His eyes flashed with determination and calmness. He knew that the outcome of this battle was self-evident.

The entire battlefield was covered by the Tai Chi Diagram, and everything returned to peace.

As Yang Ling's mind drove, the Tai Chi Diagram slowly turned, and the black and white light became stronger, like two giant dragons dancing between heaven and earth.

The Jade Demon God was mercilessly sucked into the diagram. The power of the sun and the moon were like two huge millstones, crushing him mercilessly. The screams of the Jade Demon God echoed in the depths of the Tai Chi diagram, but were soon annihilated by the endless power, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the void.

The demon gods witnessed this scene and were immediately terrified to the extreme. Driven by instinct, they turned into various lights, flew into the sky, hid in the ground, or shuttled through the void, and fled away one after another.