Chapter 157: They are all old coins! (Subscribe)

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Black Dragon's face turned pale. If this skill was fully unleashed, would he still be alive?

At that moment, he bent down without hesitation and knelt heavily on the cold riverbed with his knees, making a "dong" sound.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Yang Ling, and could only continue to plead with a trembling voice: "I am blind and do not know the divine power of the Immortal. Please have mercy on me!
Isn't the Immortal looking for treasure? I am willing to be loyal to you and be at your service!"

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment.

The black dragon in front of him has reached a high level of Taoism, at least the level of a Golden Immortal. Although he is a bit cruel, if he can be tamed, it may help him find the jade bottle.

What's more, this black dragon looks majestic and can be used as a mount.

Thinking of this, he slowly said: “If you can help me find what I want, I will spare your life.

If your performance is acceptable, I can also give you a chance to go to Daluo Mountain and teach me how to guard the gate!"

"People's religion?"

Upon hearing this, Black Dragon's eyes immediately flashed with shock, "Could it be that you, Immortal, are the great master Xuandu of the Human Cult?"

"Master Xuandu is my senior brother, and my name is Yang Ling."

"It turns out to be the Immortal Yang Ling!"

The black dragon showed a hint of flattery on his face, and introduced himself enthusiastically: "My name is Ao Ming, I was born in the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and I am a cousin of the East China Sea Dragon King Ao Guang.

When I was young, I fought with him for the throne of the Dragon King. After I lost, I was suppressed in the Eye of the Sea. Later, I took advantage of the laxity of the guards and secretly escaped. After that, I was hunted all the way until I was forced to hide in the Forgotten River..."

He told his origins without reservation, and then said sincerely: "I don't want revenge now, I just want to follow you to Daluo Mountain to guard the gate!

Don't worry, Immortal. I promise to be conscientious and I won't let even a fly in without your permission!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly. He could see that this Black Dragon had never heard of his name.

This is also normal.

After all, he had only been a disciple for a short time, and it was the last discussion in West Kunlun that made him famous and gained a certain degree of popularity among the immortals and gods in the Three Realms.

The Black Dragon has lived at the bottom of the Wangchuan River all year round and has very few chances to see living people, so it is naturally impossible for him to have heard of Yang Ling's name.

However, this guy was quite smooth, and he nodded immediately, showing the appearance of a loyal "lackey": "Don't worry, Immortal, I will do my best to find the treasure for you!"

Yang Ling nodded and asked the Black Dragon to swear an oath to the Heaven that if he had any second thoughts, both his body and soul would be destroyed. Then he stopped the rain of flowers from the sky.

He looked around, and the cold bottom of the Forgotten River became silent again.

The black dragon Ao Ming raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing with caution and curiosity: "My Lord, what exactly does the treasure you are looking for look like? If I knew its characteristics, I might be able to find it faster."

Yang Ling smiled slightly, looked at him and said: "Have you ever heard of the Red Cloud Ancestor?"

Ao Ming showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face, and laughed loudly, "I understand now, it turns out that the Immortal is also here to look for that primordial purple energy.

My Lord, you were right to spare my life!

I actually know a little about the Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

"Oh?"

Yang Ling didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. He casually tamed a black dragon and happened to get the clue he wanted.

Could it be that my luck has become so strong?

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in a deep voice: "What do you know? Tell me quickly."

Ao Ming saw Yang Ling's solemn expression and knew that this was a critical moment. He did not dare to hide anything and quickly told him everything he knew: "Sir, there is a mysterious area at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, which is completely covered by glaciers.

I have tried to get closer to that area before, but I felt a strong sense of danger, as if someone was watching me in the dark, so I never dared to go deeper. "

Hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring.

He knew that this black dragon had the power of a golden immortal, and was like a tyrant in the Wangchuan River. Even this guy didn't dare to approach the area easily, so there must be great danger.

Especially when he said he felt someone was watching him in secret, this is very intriguing.

You must know that the Forgotten River is not a good place. Except for a few creatures who can practice in the river, the vast majority of creatures stay away from it.

If there are living creatures stationed in that area for a long time, there must be a problem!
Many speculations flashed through Yang Ling's mind, and he finally decided to go and check it out in person, otherwise he would be worried.

He pondered for a moment, then told Ao Ming: "Take me there to have a look."

Ao Ming nodded quickly, expressing his absolute obedience: "Don't worry, Immortal, I will never have any second thoughts and will definitely bring you to a safe destination."

Upon hearing this, Black Dragon Ao Ming felt somewhat uneasy, but under the intimidation of Yang Ling, he did not dare to hesitate at all.

He slowly stood up and transformed into a black dragon a hundred feet in size, letting Yang Ling stand on his head. He then crossed the dark red waters of the Forgotten River and swam towards the so-called mysterious area.

Ao Ming had a nimble figure, and there was a wild beauty in his swimming. He seemed to be very familiar with the terrain at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. Every turn he made was just right, and he avoided many crises.

After traveling for thousands of miles, they finally arrived at the mysterious area that the black dragon had mentioned.

The river here seemed deeper and colder than other places, with wisps of black mist lingering in the water, as if even the light was swallowed up.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was being watched. His heart trembled as he felt a pair of sharp eyes staring at him from the black fog.

This feeling is like a sharp blade, penetrating deep into the soul and cannot be ignored.

The black dragon Ao Ming was stunned for a moment, his huge pupils filled with fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "My Lord, I feel like I will die here if I go any further."

His voice was filled with panic, and the unprecedented fear made his huge body begin to tremble slightly.

Yang Ling felt awe-inspiring and even more curious about this mysterious area.

Who is hiding in there?

What are you doing again?
Thinking of this, he said calmly: "Don't stop, keep moving forward."

Ao Ming hesitated for a moment, but under Yang Ling's intimidation, he dared not disobey. He could only bite the bullet and continue to control the huge dragon body, slowly swimming towards the area covered by black fog.

A faint glow appeared on his dark dragon scales, as if he was trying his best to protect himself.

As they got closer, the feeling of being watched became stronger and stronger.

The huge body of the black dragon Ao Ming moved slowly in the cold water of the Wangchuan River. Yang Ling stood on his head, his eyes as sharp as lightning, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, a chill came over me, along with an extremely cold warning.

"Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"

Almost at the same time as the sound rang out, two blood-red sword lights shot out from the fog like arrows shot from a bow, heading straight for Yang Ling and the Black Dragon Ao Ming.

The two blade lights were extremely fast, carrying a suffocating murderous intent, as if they were going to chop into pieces everything that stood in their way.

The black dragon Ao Ming felt the threat of death and instinctively wanted to turn around and escape, but when he thought that he had now surrendered to the immortal sect of the Human Sect, he forced himself to suppress the fear.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he put his right hand together like a sword. The next moment, a dazzling sword light burst out from his hand, like a rising sun, dazzling and rushing straight towards the two blood-red sword lights.

"Puff!" The sword light and the knife light collided, making a slight sound. The two blood-red knife lights that were thought to be indestructible, under the impact of the sword light, were like thin ice encountering the scorching sun, and instantly disintegrated, turning into dots of blood-red light that dissipated in the water.

Upon seeing this, the Black Dragon Ao Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His body finally stopped trembling, and he felt even more in awe of Yang Ling.

In the black fog, that cold voice sounded again, with a hint of surprise: "Who are you?!"

Yang Ling's eyes flashed. He knew that the opponent he met this time was no ordinary one and he had to deal with him with caution.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is why you are hiding here and why you attacked us?"

The voice in the black fog was silent for a moment, as if it was measuring Yang Ling's strength, or considering whether to answer.

After a long while, the voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing in its tone: "Want to know the answer? Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

Before he finished speaking, an even stronger murderous aura suddenly erupted from the black fog, and the area within hundreds of miles seemed to be shrouded in this murderous aura, making people feel suffocated.

Suddenly, a tall figure rushed out from the black fog like a ghost. His body was as majestic as an iron tower. He held a long sword in his right hand. The long and narrow sword was wrapped in cold black air, and the blade was flashing with cold light.

There was a bloodthirsty and cruel light in his eyes, as if all life in his eyes was just grass waiting to be harvested.

With his appearance, all the water within hundreds of miles was evaporated, forming a huge hole.

The water of the Forgotten River could not fall above his head, forming a dark red dome, shining on countless sword lights that fell like stars.

Each blade light contained the power to destroy heaven and earth, slashing straight towards Yang Ling, trying to completely wipe him out.

Facing this sudden attack, Yang Ling remained calm. He put his right hand together to form a sword. A bright sword light burst out from his fingertips, instantly cutting through the sky and cutting down countless stars.

Those seemingly indestructible sword lights shattered under the impact of the sword light and turned into starlight and disappeared.

At this time, the black dragon Ao Ming saw the tall figure and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Indra!"

Yang Ling's heart was slightly moved, and he immediately asked: "Who is Indra?"

Ao Ming said quickly: "He is Indra, the leader of the four famous demon generals in the Asura clan, and his strength is extraordinary!

The long sword in his hand is a killing weapon forged by the leader of the Styx himself. He once absorbed millions of dead souls to refine this pair of devil blades, which are extremely ferocious..."

When Indra heard Ao Ming's voice, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he sneered again: "It turned out to be you, the little dragon from the East China Sea. Last time, this general was at a critical juncture in his training, so I spared your life. I didn't expect that you would dare to show up here again.

But today, don't even think about leaving alive. I will use your souls to feed my Heaven-Slaying Devil Blade!"

After saying that, Indra's figure once again turned into a black lightning and rushed towards Yang Ling and the black dragon Ao Ming.

As the long sword was swung, it brought up gusts of wind, and the extremely sharp sword energy even cut terrifying cracks in the void.

Under this fierce attack, even the Black Dragon Ao Ming felt unprecedented pressure. The space around him seemed to be bound by invisible chains, making him unable to move.

A sense of despair surged in Ao Ming's heart. He clearly felt the breath of death. The blade was like the sickle of the god of death, hanging over his head and could fall at any time.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand calmly, and suddenly a golden ancient coin appeared in his palm - Luobao Gold Coin.

This ancient coin emits a faint light, and seems to contain infinite power.

Yang Ling silently practiced the "Soldier" secret, and the two small wings on the Luobao Money seemed to come alive. An invisible force quickly spread out and directly locked onto the long sword in Indra's hand.

Indra was swinging his long sword, ready to reap Yang Ling's soul with one strike, but suddenly he felt that the sword in his hand seemed to have its own will and flew out of his hand uncontrollably.

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

"How is this possible! How could my Sky-Slaying Devil Blade..."

Indra exclaimed, and he hurriedly reached out to grab the long sword again, but the long sword drew a strange arc in the air and flew directly back into Yang Ling's hand.

Yang Ling held the long sword, smiled faintly, and said: "I am not good at using a sword, you don't need to be so polite..."

Indra's face showed an expression of disbelief, his eyes were filled with anger and humiliation. This Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade was a treasure given to him by the Styx Patriarch, and it must not fall into the hands of others!

"Give me back my knife!"

Indra roared, like an enraged beast, and suddenly turned into a streak of blood and pounced on Yang Ling, trying to take back his weapon.

However, Yang Ling had already prepared a response plan.

I saw a yellow wooden stake falling from the sky, growing towards the wind to a height of more than three meters. There were three golden rings inlaid on the stake according to the distribution of the three elements, and a golden lotus underneath.

The three golden rings flashed with golden light and appeared out of nowhere on Indra's neck, feet and waist, and tightened quickly.

Indra screamed and struggled, but the more he moved, the tighter it became.

His expression changed from anger to fear, and Indra finally realized that something was wrong.

"You...who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you are now in my hands."

Yang Ling threw the Heaven-Slaying Devil Blade directly at Indra's feet and said calmly, "Indra, you are hiding here. Did the Styx Patriarch ask you to find that primordial purple energy?

Tell me everything you know, and I can let you go. I don't want this treasure, so you can take it."

Indra's body was constantly shaking under the restraint of the Dragon Escape Pillar, his eyes were full of hesitation and struggle, and finally he lowered his head helplessly and said in a low voice:

“Since you have already found this place, it’s okay to tell you. I just hope you can keep your promise… Previously, the leader searched the Yellow Spring Secret Realm and found nothing, so he guessed that Patriarch Hongyun might have hidden the Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Wangchuan River.

So he ordered us to search in secret, and finally we found a large formation hidden here..."

Hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It turns out that none of these quasi-saints are easy to deal with, they are all a bunch of old coins!
　Recommend a new book.

　　"Risks and opportunities always coexist. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. This is an eternal truth!"

　　“Opportunities often come to those who are prepared, and I will seize every opportunity when it comes, because I am always the one who is most prepared.”

　　Hearing this, the reporter looked up and asked curiously.

　　"So, dear Mr. Chen Ning, what preparations do you usually make before accomplishing something?"

　　"Going undercover in a cult organization, killing heretic gods, and capturing the demon princess, the risk of each of these things seems to be beyond the tolerance of ordinary people, right?"

　　Chen Ning glanced at the subtitles in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

　　“I always have only one preparation.”

　　"?"

　　"That is to ensure that my survival rate is never less than 100 percent."

(End of this chapter)