My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

The prince of the demon clan was furious when he saw this. He roared like thunder over the battlefield: "Don't run away! Stay calm, break this Tai Chi diagram with me!"

Hearing the prince's order, the demon gods stopped fleeing despite fear, gathered together, and condensed a more powerful force than before.

The brilliance of many spiritual treasures rekindled, and the magical powers were used again, trying to break the seemingly indestructible Tai Chi diagram.

However, when their attacks fell on the Tai Chi diagram, they found that these attacks were like a stone sinking into the sea, and were easily absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram, without causing any waves.

The power of the Tai Chi diagram exceeded their cognition. Their attacks were not only ineffective, but also became the nutrients of the Tai Chi diagram, making its light more dazzling.

The prince of the demon clan saw that the attacks of the demon gods were ineffective, and his anger and helplessness reached the extreme.

He knew that if he could not break the Tai Chi diagram today, he could only escape in disgrace.

By then, his dignity as the prince of the demon clan will be gone, and his hegemony will become a joke.

He gritted his teeth, and the sun above his head burst into dazzling light again. He gathered all his strength in his palm, turning it into a golden light column, rushing straight into the Tai Chi diagram.

"Break it for me!" The voice of the demon prince was full of despair and madness.

The light column collided with the Tai Chi diagram, making a deafening roar, and the whole battlefield trembled at this moment.

The golden light column of the demon prince was like a sharp sword, piercing the sky and the earth. Under this strong impact, the balance of yin and yang in the Tai Chi diagram was suddenly broken, the pattern began to distort, the black and white light began to interweave and become chaotic, and the rotation of the Tai Chi diagram gradually became unstable, and the light flickered, as if it could collapse at any time.

Yang Ling's face was solemn. He could feel the turmoil inside the Tai Chi diagram, which was an indescribable chaotic force raging.

He knew that if the Tai Chi diagram collapsed, he would lose his strongest means of defense and attack, and the situation would take a sharp turn for the worse.

He quickly mobilized the power of the stars in his body, trying to stabilize the yin and yang balance of the Tai Chi diagram, but it seemed to have little effect.

The demon prince saw this and immediately realized the mystery. That was the power of the balance of yin and yang. Once one side was too strong, the Tai Chi diagram would lose balance and its power would be greatly reduced.

He loudly ordered the demon gods: "Go all out, attack the Tai Chi diagram with the power of extreme yang, and disrupt its yin and yang balance!"

Upon hearing this, the demon gods condensed the hottest and purest yang-attributed power, turning into dazzling rays of light, converging into a torrent, and rushing towards the Tai Chi diagram.

These attacks of extreme yang power made the turbulence of the Tai Chi diagram more violent, and the rotation of yin and yang became more and more unstable. The balance between yin and yang was like an ice layer that was about to break, and it was in danger.

Yang Ling's heart tightened. Without any hesitation, he hurriedly took out the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd. This treasure contained a powerful Yin attribute power and was his only hope.

He raised the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd high, chanted something, and sacrificed it, turning it into a huge Yin attribute energy core, suspended in the center of the Tai Chi diagram.

The Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd emitted a faint light, as if it could absorb all the Yin power. Yang Ling urged the power in the gourd and put it into the Tai Chi diagram, making it the Yin attribute core in the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.

With the drive of Yang Ling's mind, the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd began to emit a deep light, attracting the surrounding Yin attribute power, and forming a new balance with the Yang attribute power in the Tai Chi diagram.

Under the coordination of the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, the power of Yin and Yang in the Tai Chi diagram blended again, and the black and white light gradually became harmonious, rotating faster and faster, forming a huge vortex, swallowing all the extremely Yang power that impacted it.

The huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram began to rotate again, and the black and white light became stronger and stronger, as if two giant dragons were entangled between heaven and earth. The Yin-Yang power was constantly chasing and rotating, producing an indescribable shocking force.

The demon prince and the demon gods saw this scene, and their faces changed drastically.

Their attacks not only failed to break the Tai Chi diagram, but instead became a boost to the opponent's power.

The power of the Tai Chi diagram was constantly increasing, and their situation became more dangerous.

Yang Ling stood in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, like a god who controlled Yin and Yang, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and his mind moved. The Yin-Yang power on the Tai Chi diagram was like a summoned beast, instantly enveloping a demon god who rushed to the front. The demon god struggled to escape, but the power of the Tai Chi diagram was like an endless black hole, swallowing it, leaving only a shrill scream echoing over the battlefield.

As the sound dissipated, the demon god turned into ashes and disappeared into the air, as if he had never existed.

After this attack, the Tai Chi diagram shone brighter, as if it had just devoured a sumptuous meal, and the yin and yang forces became more harmonious and rotated more smoothly.

The demon prince witnessed this scene, and his face instantly became extremely ugly. His body trembled slightly, which was a tremor of anger and fear. A trace of retreat flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed, because he knew that if he retreated, he would become a joke of the entire demon clan.

The other demon gods saw their companions being easily destroyed, and the fear in their hearts was like a flood and beast, which could not be contained. There was desolation and panic in their eyes, and they were at a loss.

Faced with the giant Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram covering the sky, the demon gods panicked. They didn't know what to do. They could only watch the power of the Tai Chi diagram grow stronger and stronger, and their lives became more and more out of control. Their hearts were filled with fear of Yang Ling. The threat brought to them by this human monk far exceeded their expectations.

Yang Ling stood in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, like the master of heaven and earth. His eyes swept over the terrified demon gods, and the murderous intent in his heart was even greater. He knew that at this moment, he was the absolute master of this battlefield.

Seeing this, the demon gods fled in all directions like frightened birds. They no longer had the will to fight in their hearts, only the fear of death.

Seeing this, the demon prince roared repeatedly, with endless anger and majesty in his voice: "Stop! Whoever dares to escape, I will kill him without mercy!"

However, his words could no longer stop the demon gods from fleeing. They fled in all directions like panicked deer and no longer obeyed orders.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, the demon prince felt cold in his heart, knowing that if he tried to forcefully fight today, he would only die in vain.

He had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart, and his figure flashed, escaping into the void, temporarily avoiding Yang Ling's sharp edge.

Yang Ling saw the demon prince retreat, but he did not feel relieved at all, he knew that this battle was far from over.

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the panicked demon god, and the power of the Tai Chi diagram in his hand burst out again.

The yin and yang forces stretched out like tentacles, instantly absorbing three or four demon gods who tried to escape, crushing them into ashes, without even a scream.

However, with each absorption, the light of the Tai Chi diagram gradually dimmed, and Yang Ling's face became paler and paler.

Obviously, maintaining such power consumption is extremely great, even he can hardly support it for a long time. Finally, after another absorption, the light of the Tai Chi diagram slowly dissipated, and Yang Ling's figure also seemed a little shaky.

The prince of the demon clan noticed this change, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

He appeared from the void, and the golden feather blade in his hand slashed at Yang Ling like a golden sun.

Although Yang Ling was exhausted, he remained calm in the face of danger. He secretly operated the "fighting" secret, urging the power of the stars to evolve countless magic spells and magical powers, which collided violently with the golden feather blade, making a thunderous roar.

The two of them launched a shocking battle in the sky above the battlefield. Yang Ling used the "fighting" secret to resolve the countless attacks of the prince of the demon clan, and the golden feather blade of the prince of the demon clan was constantly tearing Yang Ling's defense. The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and the outcome was unpredictable.

Above the battlefield, yin and yang intertwined, and golden light flashed, as if two worlds were colliding. The figures of the two appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of light and shadow, and neither of them was willing to give in easily.

As the demon gods fled, they were frightened by the roar of the demon prince. Although they were afraid, they still dared not disobey the majesty of the demon tribe and the majesty of the prince.

After hesitating, they turned back to the battlefield.

Seeing this, Yang Ling was shocked and knew that his situation would be more dangerous, but he was not someone who would give up easily.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and chanted something. The starry sky behind him suddenly lit up, and a huge force surged out of his body, turning into a huge figure, directly covering the entire battlefield.

This was the magical power of the law of heaven and earth. Yang Ling turned into a giant who stood upright in the center of the dark galaxy. Every breath he took seemed to cause changes in the wind and clouds.

In his eyes, the attacks of the demon gods were like insignificant tickling, which could not have any effect on him at all.

The demon prince looked even uglier.

He shouted loudly, and his body suddenly swelled up, revealing the true form of the three-legged golden crow. The golden feathers shone with blazing light, and the huge body almost blocked out the sun. When the wings were spread, they were thousands of miles long.

The true form of the three-legged golden crow carried endless heat, and every time it flapped its wings, there was a raging flame, as if it was going to burn the world.

In this state, the demon prince's strength increased greatly. His eyes were like two scorching suns, emitting amazing light, and rushed directly towards the giant that Yang Ling had transformed into.

Facing such an attack, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless. His giant form stared closely at the three-legged golden crow, waving his huge hands, attracting endless star power, colliding with the demon prince's flames, and erupting with a deafening roar.

The sky and the earth changed color, and the stars lost their color.

In such a battle, the demon gods seemed insignificant, and their attacks were almost negligible in the duel between the two powerful men.

The giant Yang Ling transformed into was huge, and every step seemed to be able to shake the entire star. His fists smashed at the three-legged golden crow like a meteorite, and each punch contained endless star power, with amazing power. The body of the three-legged golden crow kept dodging under the giant's fists, but was still shaken by the huge force, causing feathers to fly and golden flames to scatter.

The three-legged golden crow roared continuously, and the golden flames of the sun lingered all over its body. That was the supreme power of the demon prince, which was extremely hot and could almost burn everything. Its wings flapped suddenly, bringing up a raging wave of fire, and pounced on Yang Ling. The golden flames passed through the air, forming dazzling rays of light, rushing straight into the giant's body.

The giant Yang Ling transformed into did not retreat, and met the golden flames of the sun with both hands. The power of the stars condensed in his palms, turning into layers of light curtains, and forcibly resisted the invasion of the golden flames. His hands seemed extremely firm in the flames, and every contact seemed to cause a shock between heaven and earth.

Just as the three-legged crow was about to attack again, Yang Ling's giant suddenly launched a counterattack, stretched out his hands, and grabbed the three-legged crow's wings with lightning speed.

The three-legged crow struggled to break free, but Yang Ling's power was like an abyss, bottomless.

The demon prince felt unprecedented fear, his wings were tightly grasped by the giant, unable to move.

A fierce look flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and his hands began to exert force. The power of the stars and the golden flame of the three-legged crow collided violently in the air, causing waves of space distortion.

Finally, with a loud bang, Yang Ling tore the wings of the three-legged crow in half. The golden flame and blood intertwined in the air, forming a thrilling picture.

The three-legged crow let out a shrill scream, lost its balance, and fell heavily from the air.

But even so, the three-legged crow still let out a sharp cry, and the sound was as sharp as piercing gold and cracking stone, piercing Yang Ling's ears, causing him to let go of the three-legged crow involuntarily, reaching out to cover his ears, and showing a trace of pain on his face.

The sound contained a strong shock force, even causing the surrounding space to produce subtle fluctuations.

Yang Ling only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his mind was difficult to concentrate for a while. And at this moment, the three-legged crow that was torn in half actually miraculously put its body together, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its body swelled again, golden flames blazing, and fierce light shot out of its eyes, and it pounced on Yang Ling.

The three claws of the three-legged crow were like three extremely sharp swords, instantly grabbing Yang Ling's head, and the sharp beak pecked at his eyes like a sharp arrow.

Yang Ling relied on his instinctive reaction and ducked his head, but was still scratched by the claws of the three-legged crow and bleeding.

The two fought fiercely in the air. Yang Ling's clothes were torn to shreds, and blood dyed half the sky red.

The golden flames of the three-legged crow and Yang Ling's star power kept colliding in the air, and every contact seemed to tear the world apart.

Qiongqi, Xiqu and other demon gods were terrified when they saw this, but they did not dare to get close. They could only watch from a distance, and their fear and awe of Yang Ling were even greater.

Yang Ling's figure kept changing in the air, and every movement was accompanied by a trail of starlight, like a ghost shuttling between the stars. His fists condensed the power of the stars, and every blow was as heavy as a thousand pounds, hitting the huge body of the three-legged crow.

The three-legged crow's reaction was also extremely fast. With a flap of its wings burning with golden flames, it brought a scorching storm, trying to engulf Yang Ling.

Its claws were like five golden swords, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, pointing directly at Yang Ling's vitals.

The melee between the two was extremely brutal. Yang Ling's body was constantly covered with wounds and blood, and the golden feathers of the three-legged crow were torn by Yang Ling's star power and scattered in the air.

The intensity of the battle exceeded everyone's imagination. Every collision seemed to shake the heaven and earth, and every attack contained destructive power.

The three-legged crow's sharp beak suddenly made a sharp cry, and the sound wave carried a strong shock force and rushed straight to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's face changed, and he hurriedly used the star power to form a defense to resist the sound wave attack, but he was still shocked and his blood was surging.

At this moment, the three-legged crow's wings flapped violently, bringing up a piece of blazing golden flames, condensing into golden fire blades, slashing towards Yang Ling.

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He knew that he could no longer passively take the beating and had to fight back. His body spun violently in the air, turning into a meteor and rushing straight to the three-legged crow.

The distance between the two was shortened instantly, and Yang Ling's fist and the claws of the three-legged crow collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening sound.

The power of the stars and the golden flame burst into dazzling light in the collision, as if illuminating the entire battlefield.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Yang Ling and the three-legged crow were already wounded, but neither of them had the slightest intention of retreating, and they still fought in the air in a shocking and soul-stirring fight.

Every attack was full of murderous intent, and every dodge was tense. This was a real life-and-death contest.

The eyes of the three-legged crow were also full of madness. It could not accept the fact that it was suppressed by a human, and it wanted to use its own strength to prove the dignity of the demon race.

In the bloody rain and wind, Yang Ling's hand-to-hand fight with the three-legged crow became more and more tragic.

His fists were like iron hammers, carrying the power of the stars, smashing into the body of the three-legged crow, and every punch dimmed the golden flame of the three-legged crow.

In the fierce battle, the three-legged crow's sharp claws grabbed Yang Ling's face again. Yang Ling leaned back suddenly to avoid the fatal blow, and then kicked out with both legs, hitting the three-legged crow's abdomen.

The three-legged crow roared in pain and rolled in the air, but its counterattack was even more fierce. The golden flame was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and slashing towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's hands were like steel, and he once again tightly grasped the three-legged crow's struggling wings. His face was no longer calm, but replaced by a fanatical fighting spirit. He wanted to end this battle with his own strength.

The three-legged crow seemed to feel Yang Ling's murderous intention, and a hotter flame burned in its eyes.

Its sharp beak pecked fiercely and hit Yang Ling's eyes accurately.

The heart-wrenching feeling made Yang Ling almost lose the strength to fight, but he did not give up, still tightly grasping the three-legged crow's wings to prevent it from escaping.

At this moment, the star power in Yang Ling's body surged wildly, and his eyes recovered at a miraculous speed.

The three-legged crow was not to be outdone, and the golden flames on its body burned more vigorously. Its wings reconnected in Yang Ling's hands and restored its original strength.

The recovery of the two made the battle return to a balanced state again, but the killing intent of both sides became stronger.

They all understood that only one person could survive this battle, and the other would surely fall.

Yang Ling's body burst into dazzling starlight in the air, and each of his attacks was full of destructive power.

The golden flames of the three-legged crow were also constantly burning, and each of its swings was accompanied by endless heat and sharpness.

The two intertwined in the air, creating stunning light and shadows, and each collision caused the surrounding space to fluctuate, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling.

Yang Ling's fist hit the head of the three-legged crow again, and the three-legged crow's claws also grabbed Yang Ling's heart fiercely.

The attacks of the two collided head-on in the air, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

At this moment, Yang Ling and the three-legged crow were desperate, and their attacks were full of determination to take each other's lives.

Yang Ling's eyes were pecked blind, but his attack did not stop. His body continued to fight fiercely with the three-legged crow with his instinct for fighting.

The three-legged crow's sharp beak pecked at Yang Ling again, and Yang Ling desperately punched the three-legged crow with his fist.

The two bodies intertwined in the air, and every contact was accompanied by blood and flesh flying.

This was a battle without any skills, only the most primitive contest of strength and will.

Yang Ling and the three-legged crow had reached their limits, but their eyes were still full of unyielding light.

The battle continued, and the degree of cruelty exceeded everyone's imagination.

Every attack of Yang Ling and the three-legged crow was full of the breath of death, and they were proving their existence in their own way.

Qiongqi, Xiqu and other demon gods watched this battle from a distance, and their hearts were full of shock.

The bloody atmosphere filled the battlefield. Yang Ling's arm drew an arc in the air, like a fatal sickle, heading straight for the neck of the three-legged crow.

The three-legged crow felt the threat of death, and a trace of fear flashed in its eyes, but soon this fear was replaced by anger.

His claws were like sharp blades, with blazing golden flames, and fiercely tore Yang Ling's chest. Blood and golden flames intertwined in the air to form a cruel picture.

There was no trace of pain on Yang Ling's face. His eyes were as firm as iron, and the strength in his hands did not decrease at all.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the neck of the three-legged crow was twisted by Yang Ling, and then pulled out with the bones.

The body of the three-legged crow twitched violently in the air, and the sharp cry stopped abruptly.

But this could not take his life.

Yang Ling opened his mouth and spurted out sword lights. They were the sword energy condensed from the star power in his body. They were extremely sharp, like falling stars, and they annihilated the body and soul of the three-legged golden crow.

The sword light shuttled around the body of the three-legged golden crow, breaking its body into dust, and its soul became increasingly dim under the grinding of the sword light.

"Cry!"

A shrill scream cut through the sky, and a new head miraculously grew on the broken neck of the three-legged golden crow.

The new head was full of violence and madness, and its eyes shot out deep hatred and unwillingness for Yang Ling.

A trace of coldness flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He knew that this battle must be completely ended, otherwise the immortal body of the three-legged golden crow would bring him endless troubles.

He flashed and appeared in front of the three-legged golden crow again. The star power in his hand condensed into a huge star sword, and he cut off the new head again without hesitation.

This time, Yang Ling did not give the three-legged crow any chance to recover. He quickly took out an ancient red gourd from his arms - the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd.

Yang Ling stuffed the severed head into the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, and the three-legged crow's angry and desperate roar immediately came from the gourd, but was soon suppressed by an invisible force.

That was the sealing power in the gourd, which could imprison any fragment of the soul and prevent it from returning to its body.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the three-legged crow. It felt the threat of the gourd in Yang Ling's hand and knew that if it did not escape, it would really be imprisoned in the sealed place and would never be able to turn over.

So, it flapped its wings violently, turned into a golden light, and fled to the horizon.

Yang Ling saw the three-legged crow turn around and flee, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In his hand, a huge red bow appeared. On the bowstring, dark red divine power gathered, condensing into an extremely thick energy arrow, flashing a dazzling light.

"Where are you running!" Yang Ling shouted coldly, and pulled his arm hard. As the bowstring vibrated, an energy arrow carrying the power of the stars broke through the air and chased the three-legged golden crow.

In the air, the figure of the golden crow flashed rapidly, trying to avoid this fatal blow, but the arrow seemed to have a spirit, tightly locked on the target, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch.

Finally, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the energy arrow pierced the body of the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow let out a shrill scream, and the golden flame on its body dimmed instantly. Its body lost its strength and fell heavily from the sky.

Yang Ling's eyes and hands were quick, and his figure swept across the sky like lightning, and quickly caught the falling three-legged golden crow.

He exerted force with both hands, and the power of stars burst out, tearing off the two wings of the three-legged crow.

The three-legged crow screamed in pain, which was more miserable than death, but it was no longer able to resist.

Yang Ling did not hesitate to stuff the two wings burning with golden flames into the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd.

The mouth of the gourd closed, and the roar of the three-legged crow stopped abruptly, and its power and spirit were completely sealed in the gourd.

Yang Ling's eyes were like ice, and his hands accurately grasped the claws of the three-legged crow.

One, two, three, Yang Ling tore them off without hesitation and stuffed them into the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd.

With the seal of the last claw, the body of the three-legged crow finally couldn't hold on. Its huge body quickly shrank, and the golden flames gradually dissipated, and finally turned back to the original appearance of the demon prince.

The demon prince's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

"Fairy Yang Ling, please let me go!" The demon prince trembled in his voice. His arrogance was gone, replaced by the instinct of survival.

"Beg for mercy? It's too late to say that now." Yang Ling's voice was cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

He stretched out his hand, and the power of the stars gathered in his palm, turning into a bright light.

A trace of despair flashed in the eyes of the demon prince. He knew that he could not escape the grasp of this human strongman.

A bright sword light cut the demon prince in half, and his bloody body floated in the air like a kite with a broken string.

Then Yang Ling stuffed the remains of the demon prince into the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd. As the gourd closed, all the sounds disappeared.