Chapter 215 Three-Legged Golden Crow
Yang Ling stood in the middle of the valley and looked around. He saw that this small world was full of spiritual energy, lush vegetation, and beautiful mountains and rivers. It seemed like an unpolluted paradise. The air was filled with a faint spiritual energy, which made people feel happy physically and mentally every time they breathed.

Unfortunately, the trace of the ancient demon god had disappeared, so Yang Ling could only carefully extend his divine sense to carefully perceive everything around him. His divine sense flowed like a trickle of water, exploring this unknown world without disturbing it.

The subtle divine thoughts quietly passed through the forest, swept across the mountains and even probed into the depths of the volcano, but no figure of the demon god was found.

Yang Ling couldn't help but wonder, where did the demon god go? Did he leave, or did he hide his aura?

Just as Yang Ling was about to investigate further, his mind suddenly touched a powerful force fluctuation.

His mind focused and he immediately concentrated on the direction of the power fluctuations.

It was a broad plain with a huge stone platform in the center. The platform was engraved with dense runes and emitted a faint light.

And around the stone platform stood a burly man.

The big man was more than two meters tall, with muscles as strong as iron and dark brown skin. He wore a golden crown on his head and had a huge battle axe hanging from his waist. He stood there like an unshakable mountain.

His aura was strong and overbearing, and he was obviously a powerful being. Yang Ling could feel that this man's cultivation was at least at the level of Taiyi Jinxian, and might even be as good as that of a Chanjiao Jinxian like Wenshu Taoist.

The big man's eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he was alert to all movements around him. He held the battle axe tightly in both hands, looking ready to fight at any time.

Obviously, he was guarding the stone platform.

Yang Ling knew that if he showed up rashly, he would definitely be attacked by the big man. If he alarmed the ancient demon god again, the situation would be unfavorable to him. He had to come up with a proper way to get close to the stone platform and see what was going on.

He withdrew his mind, took a deep breath, and began to think about countermeasures. He needed to act cautiously and not let his whereabouts be exposed, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

Yang Ling's eyes were sharp. He knew that if he wanted to approach the stone platform quietly, he had to use some tricks.

He took out some materials for setting up the formation and waved them lightly. They turned into countless runes that flew out from the air, covering the surroundings and disappearing in the air.

These runes blended silently into the surrounding environment, and soon, an invisible psychedelic array took shape.

Yang Ling's figure flashed in the formation and turned into a phantom, and then an incarnation was separated. This incarnation had a handsome face and was dressed in fiery red armor, exactly the appearance of the ancient demon god.

The incarnation slowly walked out of the psychedelic formation and headed towards the stone platform. His steps were steady and his aura was majestic.

However, as soon as he approached the stone platform, the burly man suddenly raised his head, staring at Yang Ling's incarnation with a sharp gaze, and shouted: "Who is it?!"

Yang Ling's incarnation did not panic, but just stood there quietly with a cold look. When the burly man saw the incarnation's appearance clearly, he was shocked: "Bifang Demon God, didn't you just go in?"

It turns out that the ancient demon god was called Bifang.

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he controlled his avatar to respond coldly: "Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man immediately shook his head like a rattle, with a respectful look on his face, but he quickly reacted and his eyes became sharp: "You... Bifang Demon God never calls himself this seat... You are a fake!"

The incarnation remained calm and proud, but Yang Ling knew that things could no longer go according to the original plan.

He had to act immediately.

Yang Ling's heart tightened, and he immediately controlled his avatar to turn around and flee without stopping for a moment.

Seeing this, the burly man shouted angrily, and the sound echoed across the plain like thunder, shaking the air around him.

"Escape? Where to escape!"

After shouting, the burly man said nothing, swung the battle axe in his hand, turned into a golden light, and chased after him. His speed was so fast that he was like a wild beast that had broken free from its reins. Every step he took made the ground tremble and the grass and trees fall.

Under Yang Ling's control, the avatar flexibly shuttled through the forest, avoiding the pursuit of the big man. However, although his movements were fast, the big man's attack was more fierce. Every time the axe light passed by, the avatar felt the breath of death.

Dodging again and again, Yang Ling's incarnation was almost dancing on the line of death, and each time was extremely dangerous.

In the forest, the shadows of the trees were swaying. The incarnation controlled by Yang Ling was extremely agile. He dodged and avoided the strong wind caused by the big man swinging his battle axe.

"Little thief, where can you escape to?"

The burly man's shouting and cursing sounded behind him, like an angry beast, but the avatar used the complex environment to keep a distance from the opponent. Yang Ling knew in his heart that although the burly man was strong, he was not as fast as the avatar he controlled.

He used this advantage to the extreme, and his incarnation sometimes dodged left and right, sometimes galloped like the wind, causing the big man to run around in all directions.

The burly man became increasingly angrier and swung his axe more violently, his rage rising with each strike that missed.

Under his axe, mountains exploded and dense forests collapsed. He was like a storm, destroying everything wherever he went.

But before he knew it, Yang Ling had already controlled his avatar to lead the angry, burly man into the psychedelic formation that had been set up long ago.

When the big man stepped into the formation, the surrounding scenes changed instantly. The originally clear forest became hazy, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. The rolling hills, the abrupt lakes, the endless deserts, and even the illusory strange beasts, everything seemed both real and unreal.

The burly man couldn't tell the directions for a moment. He rushed around, trying to break the formation by brute force, but he was confused by the illusion every time, as if he was trapped in an endless maze.

He swung his battle axe, chopping through one illusion after another, but found that he could not find a way out.

The big man's anger gradually turned into anxiety. He kept trying to break out of the formation, but failed every time.

Yang Ling was outside the psychedelic formation, sensing the big man's every move through his divine sense, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This psychedelic formation was a carefully prepared method by him. Even if one was a Taiyi Golden Immortal-level expert, if he did not understand the art of formation, he would not be able to escape from it within three to five days.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ling quickly approached the stone platform, his eyes sweeping over the densely packed runes.

This stone platform is also an entrance, and perhaps the secret treasure of the demon clan is hidden inside.

The burly man just said that the Bifang demon god had already gone in, so if he went in now, he would definitely have a battle with this demon god from the ancient demon court period.

Facing an ancient demon god at the level of a Daluo Jinxian, Yang Ling was not very confident, but he was not willing to give up.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the stone platform.

In an instant, the runes on the stone platform seemed to be activated, light flowed, and gradually condensed into a dazzling light gate.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he took this step, he might face unknown danger. However, he did not retreat and stepped directly into the light gate.

The moment he passed through the light gate, Yang Ling felt a strong sense of distortion, as if his whole body was stretched and compressed, and then in the next moment, he appeared in a completely new space.

This is an underground magma sea. The fiery red magma is surging, emitting scorching heat, baking and distorting the surrounding air.

Yang Ling stood on a protruding black rock. In front of him was an underground magma sea. Above the fiery red sea, a huge three-legged golden crow was soaring. Its wingspan was a hundred feet. Every time it flapped its wings, it brought up rolling heat waves, making the entire space tremble.

This scene made Yang Ling feel indescribably familiar. He had seen the same scene before in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm.

This also shows that his judgment was correct. This is indeed one of the Nine Yang Spring secret realms where the demon clan hides their treasures.

The three-legged golden crow in front of him was obviously condensed from the true fire of the sun. It took countless epochs to form this power, waiting for the demon prince to come and absorb it.

However, Yang Ling discovered that the three-legged golden crow in front of him was much larger and more solid than the one he had seen in the Xianglengquan Secret Realm before.

The feathers of the three-legged golden crow were like flowing molten gold, each one shining with dazzling light, and two balls of blazing flames burned in its eyes.

Obviously, this golden crow is much more powerful than the ones seen before.

Yang Ling was slightly excited. If he could do the same thing and devour the three-legged golden crow again, his strength would increase significantly again!

At this moment, the Golden Crow seemed to sense Yang Ling's presence. Its sharp eyes turned towards Yang Ling and it let out a deafening cry.

The sound was so loud that it could pierce gold and split rocks. It instantly penetrated the underground magma sea and made the air tremble.

Then, the three-legged golden crow spread its wings and flew high, stirring up a blazing rain of fire, which came towards Yang Ling...

(End of this chapter)