Chapter 172 Who is really asking for death?

Seeing Yang Ling kill all four Jiejiao disciples, Jiang Ziya was slightly shocked, and then said in a deep voice: "Count me in as well."

After saying that, he began to use his Taoist magic, and the sky was suddenly filled with thunderclouds, lightning and thunder.

Two bolts of lightning as thick as buckets hit the two little Taoist boys accurately.

Under the strike of lightning, the bodies of the two little Taoist boys were instantly burnt, and then they turned into two jackals, fell to the ground, and died.

Jiang Ziya looked at the corpses of the two jackals, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "These evildoers transformed into humans and did all kinds of bad things. Today they finally got their retribution!"

When he said this, he felt that he was completely different now than before.

He became more decisive, more radical, and more easily swayed by emotions, as if all the forty years of asceticism in Kunlun Mountain had been in vain.

But this feeling seems to be quite refreshing.

At least the idea is clear!
Jiang Ziya then saw the four children trembling, and quickly walked up to them, squatted down, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, you are safe now."

When the children heard Jiang Ziya's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"

Jiang Ziya nodded, reached out and patted her shoulder gently, trying to give her some comfort.

He turned to look at Yang Ling and asked, "Brother, how should we place them?"

Yang Ling's gaze shifted from the wreckage around him to the children, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

He took out an ancient scroll and gently spread it out. The mountains and rivers on the scroll were looming, like a small world.

"Don't worry, I will take care of them."

As Yang Ling spoke, he waved his finger lightly, and the scene on the scroll suddenly became vivid. The four children seemed to be wrapped in a gentle force, slowly floating towards the scroll, and then disappeared into it.

"This is a map of mountains and rivers. It is an independent space with mountains and water. It is spring all year round. They can live peacefully in it." Yang Ling explained, and then his eyes became cold. The flame in his hand leaped, illuminating the entire cave.

The flames jumped, emitting dazzling light. With a low roar from Yang Ling, the flames turned into a fire dragon, engulfing the entire cave.

The raging flames quickly burned the cave to ashes, along with those unclean things.

Yang Ling turned to look at Jiang Ziya, his eyes showing determination: "The other children are all on Jiulong Island. I have to go save them now. It may be dangerous. I will let the Black Dragon take you back to Chaoge later, okay?"

"That won't work." Jiang Ziya shook his head and said, "If I go back to Chaoge, I will still be worried about the safety of those children and will still be unable to sleep or eat.

I know I am not very experienced, but I can still help a little. If you are afraid that I will hinder you, you can also take me into the world in the painting and let me look after those children!"

Yang Ling looked at Jiang Ziya's serious expression, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "Okay, since you insist on going, let's go to Jiulong Island together!"

Without saying anything else, the two of them moved and jumped onto the back of the black dragon that was waiting on the side.

The black dragon let out a long roar and rushed towards the east.

Jiulong Island, as a well-known fairy island in the East China Sea, is a holy place in the eyes of the immortal practitioners in the East China Sea. The island has beautiful scenery, abundant spiritual energy, and is surrounded by nine dragon veins, so it is named Jiulong Island.

The black dragon Ao Ming is a native of the East China Sea, so he naturally knows the location of Jiulong Island.

As time passed, the sun gradually set below the horizon.

Yang Ling and his group did not stop and continued to rush towards Jiulong Island.

The weather at sea was changeable. In the early morning of the next day, the wind and waves seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, with dark clouds and rumbling thunder.

But no matter how strong the wind, waves or thunderstorms were, they could not stop them from moving forward.

Not long after, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up. Just as we were talking about the fiery red sun, a majestic and magnificent island appeared in our field of vision. The island was surrounded by clouds and mist, and nine dragon-shaped mountains surrounded it. It was undoubtedly the Kowloon Island.

The island has beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy, making it a rare place for spiritual practice. The black dragon circled over the island, immediately alerting the immortals on the island. A middle-aged Taoist priest in a green robe with a serious face flew out of the clouds on a crane, staring at Yang Ling and Jiang Ziya with sharp eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Jiulong Island? Don't you know that this is the Jiejiao temple?" the middle-aged Taoist asked in a deep voice, appearing to be intimidating without even getting angry.

Yang Ling stood on top of the black dragon, overlooking the fairy island below, his eyes were cold and fierce, and he said with a stern gaze: "Stop talking nonsense, tell that Lu Yue to come out and answer me!"

When the middle-aged Taoist heard Yang Ling's words, his face suddenly darkened, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly, "You are so brave! It seems that you are really looking for death, you... you you..."

Seeing Yang Ling looking at him expressionlessly, the middle-aged Taoist kept saying "you" for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to make a move. Instead, he shouted, "Just wait for me. I will go back and report to Master. Jiulong Island will not allow you to run wild!"

"I'll give you a ride!"

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and he gently waved his right hand. Suddenly, a huge purple-gold palm condensed in the air, with a bright light burning in the palm. Carrying boundless power, it slammed towards the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist's face turned pale instantly. It was too late for him to dodge, and he could only watch as the Heaven-Destroying Hand quickly enlarged in front of him.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, a giant purple-gold palm slammed heavily on the middle-aged Taoist priest, knocking him down like a meteor.

His figure drew an astonishing arc in the air and finally crashed into a mountain in the distance, causing rocks to fly and dust to rise.

For a moment, the entire Jiulong Island was shaken by this blow, as if the heaven and earth were trembling. Then, the immortals on the island flew out of their caves one after another, their eyes full of doubt and uncertainty, and discussions rose and fell.

"What kind of power is that? He actually knocked down Master Qingyang with just one palm!"

"Look at that person coming on a dragon. He has an extraordinary aura. He is definitely not an ordinary person. Could he be some hidden master?"

"When did such a strong man appear in the East China Sea?"

Just as the immortals and gods were discussing, a tall, thin Taoist with a gaunt face flew into the sky. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe and a string of copper bells hung around his waist, jingling in the wind.

His name is Zhou Xin. He is a Golden Immortal from the Jiejiao sect. He has profound Taoism and great magical powers. He is Lu Yue's junior brother.

Zhou Xin's eyes were as sharp as torches as he scanned Yang Ling and Jiang Ziya, and he discovered that Jiang Ziya was just a human cultivator who had not yet achieved immortality, while Yang Ling, on the side, was a very secretive person and it was impossible to tell what realm he was at.

He couldn't help but frowned and said in a deep voice: "Where are you from? What do you want to do in my Jiulong Island?"

Yang Ling looked at Zhou Xin with contempt, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was cold: "You are not worthy of knowing my origins. Go and call Lu Yue out, and ask him to come out and answer."

When Zhou Xin heard this, his face turned pale and the anger in his eyes was like a blazing flame. He was the Golden Immortal of the Jiejiao Sect. Who in the East China Sea would not give him some face?

But today he was looked down upon by an unknown cultivator. If he didn't teach the other party a lesson, wouldn't he lose all face?
"You are so bold!" Zhou Xin laughed in anger, his words full of murderous intent, "I, Zhou Xin, am a Golden Immortal of Jiejiao. The East China Sea has been the territory of Jiejiao since ancient times. How dare you, an outsider, act wildly here? You really don't know how to live or die!"

His tone suddenly changed, his voice as cold as a knife: "If you know what's best for you, get out of my Jiulong Island now, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Hearing this, Yang Ling's smile widened. "You're welcome? Then I'd like to see what you, the Golden Immortal of Jiejiao, are capable of."

Zhou Xin was a little hesitant. He had a vague feeling that the guy opposite him might have bad intentions, but as a Golden Immortal, he would not show weakness easily.

The next moment, he hardened his heart, stretched out his hand and made a fist, and immediately countless invisible five-colored rotating wind blades attacked Yang Ling.

The corners of Yang Ling's mouth rose slightly, and with a wave of his hand, a giant purple-gold palm came out, easily smashing the wind blades into pieces.

"Is this what you are capable of? How disappointing." Yang Ling said disdainfully.

Zhou Xin's face changed drastically and he hurriedly retreated, but the speed of the Heaven-Destroying Hand was astonishingly fast. Almost in an instant, a giant purple-gold hand had slapped Zhou Xin's body.

With a "bang", Zhou Xin was slapped away by Yang Ling like a kite with a broken string, and crashed heavily into a mountain on the island.

Rocks were broken and dust was flying.

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(End of this chapter)