Chapter 216 Swallowing the Sun's True Fire
There was a gleam of disbelief in the eyes of the Bifang Demon God. He had never imagined that two powerful enemies would suddenly appear, and so suddenly, as if they were born out of thin air.

His body was almost unable to move under the power of the Static Dao Fruit, but as an ancient demon god, his will was extremely strong and he would never give in easily.

The Bifang demon god mobilized the power in his body, trying to break the invisible shackles. His muscles swelled and his green wings vibrated violently, trying to escape the static shackles with a powerful explosive force.

However, at this moment, Jade Ding Zhenren's heavenly swords poured down like a rainstorm, and each sword carried irresistible power, fiercely stabbing at the Bifang demon god.

As the sword rain fell, the body of the Bifang demon god was instantly covered with dense sword marks, and blood gushed out from the wounds. His body in the sword rain looked like a hedgehog shot by countless arrows, a horrible sight.

"hateful!"

The Bifang demon god let out a low roar, his voice was full of anger and unwillingness, but those sounds could not break the stillness of Manjusri Taoist.

His body kept shaking, and every struggle made Tianjian's wound worse. Blood stained his clothes red, and pain twisted his face into the most genuine expression.

Jade Ding Zhenren had a blank expression on his face. He held the sword in both hands. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall. Each ray of sword light pierced the body of the Bifang demon god accurately.

The piercing pain made the Bifang demon god scream miserably. His body seemed to have turned into a hedgehog, with sword wounds all over his body.

The determination in Yang Ling's eyes became even stronger. He knew that the opportunity was rare and he must not let the Bifang Demon God have any chance to breathe.

He clenched his right hand, and a spear of the underworld appeared in his hand. This spear contained endless power of death, and the black spear was wrapped with netherworld flames, like a messenger of death, ready to reap lives.

The screams of the Bifang demon god echoed in the magma world. In addition to pain, there was more fear of impending death in his eyes.

He knew that if the spear hit him, he would be seriously injured.

Yang Ling did not hesitate at all. His figure was wrapped in black flames, floating like a ghost, and finally condensed into shape in front of the Bifang Demon God.

He raised the Spear of Hades high up, gathering all his strength. The black flame on the tip of the spear burned even more vigorously, as if even the air was going to be burned to ashes.

“Kill!” Yang Ling shouted and threw the Spear of Hades with all his strength.

The spear cut through the space, leaving a black afterimage, and went straight to the heart of the Bifang demon god.

The pupils of the Bifang demon god suddenly shrank. He felt the breath of death. The feeling of despair made an unprecedented fear surge in his heart.

He tried his best to dodge, but the injuries on his body and the static power of Manjusri Taoist made his movements extremely slow.

The Spear of Hades finally arrived. Carrying all of Yang Ling's determination and strength, it mercilessly pierced into the chest of the Bifang Demon God. The black flames on the tip of the spear desperately devoured his vitality.

The body of the Bifang demon god seemed to be on the verge of collapse after being pierced by the Spear of the God of the Underworld, but there was a gleam of unyielding light in his eyes.

The black flame on the tip of the spear burned on his chest, trying to devour his vitality, but encountered strong resistance the next moment.

Suddenly, a powerful light emanated from the body of the Bifang demon god, and his soul was like a golden sun, illuminating the surrounding magma world.

His body recovered rapidly in the light. The wounds deep enough to see the bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he was back to normal.

Seeing this, Yang Ling's eyes flashed with a hint of awe.

He knew that as a Golden Immortal, the powerful spirit of Bifang Demon God had long been indestructible and could not be destroyed by ordinary means.

Defeating a Daluo Jinxian is a very difficult task, and killing a Daluo Jinxian is even more difficult.

At this time, the figures of Manjusri Taoist and Jade Ding Zhenren gradually faded, and with Yang Ling's current level of Taoism, it was difficult for them to maintain this for too long.

The Bifang demon god was able to break free from the restraints of the Static Dao Fruit and stood above the magma with a hideous smile on his face, "You are just a Taiyi Golden Immortal, do you think you can kill me like this?"

Obviously, he regarded Yang Ling as Taiyi Jinxian.

He swung his arm violently, the space shook, and an ancient magic treasure in the shape of a treasure seal appeared in his palm.

The seal exudes a heavy aura, as if carrying the vicissitudes of endless years. Its surface is engraved with dense runes, and each rune flashes with a mysterious light.

The Bifang demon god roared, and the seal-shaped magic treasure instantly burst into brilliant light, turning into a dazzling beam of light, carrying the power to destroy everything, and rushed straight towards Yang Ling.

The space seemed to be torn apart by this force, and black cracks appeared around the light column.

Facing such a fierce attack, Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, and a hint of calmness flashed in his eyes.

He waved his right hand lightly, and an ancient coin appeared in his hand.

This coin exudes a light golden glow, and is surrounded by circles of mysterious runes, each of which contains profound truths.

Yang Ling muttered something, and the money spun in his hands, making a crisp sound.

As his magic spells changed, the Falling Treasure Money burst out with a dazzling golden light and fell directly towards the treasure seal-shaped spiritual treasure.

The golden light collided with the light column, making a deafening roar.

For a moment, the entire magma world trembled, as if it could collapse at any time. However, in this powerful impact, the falling treasure money was like a bamboo breaking force, directly penetrating the attack of the treasure seal-shaped spiritual treasure and landing on the treasure seal.

The seal-shaped spiritual treasure let out a shrill whine, as if it had suffered a great insult. Its light quickly dimmed, and it was firmly suppressed by the falling treasure money, unable to move at all.

When Bifang Demon God saw this, his face changed instantly, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. His seal-shaped spiritual treasure was made by him collecting countless treasures for many years and refining them with great effort. It was so powerful that even cultivators of the same realm could hardly resist it.

However, today, he was suppressed by Yang Ling with just one coin. How could he accept this?
Looking at the "seeing a ghost" expression of the Bifang Demon God, Yang Ling did not say much. Two treasures suddenly appeared in his hands - the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd and the Liuli Yunguang Bottle.

He waved his hands and the two treasures flew in the air, releasing brilliant light and transforming into countless stars, forming a vast and boundless star array - the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array.

In the star array, countless starlight intertwined into a web, trapping the Bifang demon god inside.

"Damn it!"

The Bifang demon god did not expect that Yang Ling actually had such a trick, and he was immediately extremely angry. A strong green light emerged around his body, and he tried to break through the formation, but the star formation seemed to have its own life, constantly changing its shape, trapping him firmly in the center.

“Yang Ling, do you think you can trap me like this? You are too naive!” The Bifang demon god roared, his voice echoing in the formation but unable to shake it in the slightest.

Yang Ling had a blank expression on his face, as he was at the core of the formation, strengthening the power of the formation. He knew that the power of the Bifang demon god should not be underestimated, and he had to do his best to suppress it.

The body of the Bifang demon god continued to struggle in the star array. His every attack could cause the stars to shake, but the array was like a solid cage and would never let go.

"Even if you use the treasure, you can't kill me!" The voice of the Bifang demon god was full of sarcasm and anger.

Yang Ling's face was solemn. He formed seals with his hands, and the power of the star array moved in response, as if the real starry sky had descended to the earth.

Under his control, countless bright stars transformed into sharp rays of light, like a punishment from heaven, bombarding the Bifang Demon God.

Faced with this sudden attack, a trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the Bifang demon god, but it was quickly replaced by endless anger.

The green light around him suddenly surged and transformed into balls of blazing Nanming Lihuo. The flames contained the power to destroy everything, trying to break through this seemingly impeccable star formation.

Starlight and fire collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening roar. Under the fierce attack of the Bifang demon god, the star formation seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but under Yang Ling's constant urging, it always stabilized at the critical moment.

At this moment, boundless starlight condensed into the figure of Yang Ling. His shadow stood at the core of the star array, holding a long sword condensed from starlight in his hand. The sword body flowed with the light of the stars, and the tip of the sword pointed at the Bifang demon god, with an imposing manner like a rainbow.

When the Bifang demon god saw this, his pupils shrank. He did not expect that Yang Ling could use the power of the stars to condense such a real clone, and the power of this clone was not inferior to his original body.

The battle between the two broke out instantly, and Yang Ling's star clone and the Bifang demon god launched a shocking battle in the star array.

Every fight was accompanied by flashing stars and splashing fire, and the entire magma world trembled under the impact of this force.

Every time Yang Ling's star clone swung his sword, it was as if the light of the stars turned into a giant sword and slashed down. Although the Bifang demon god was powerful, he looked quite embarrassed under such an attack.

Although his Nanming Lihuo was fierce, it could never really touch Yang Ling's star clone, and every attack was cleverly resolved by the starlight.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the Bifang demon god gradually felt overwhelmed.

He originally thought that he could break out of the formation easily, but he didn't expect Yang Ling to be so difficult to deal with.

As time went by, Yang Ling's star clone seemed to be brighter, the sword light more fierce, and every move and every style contained unparalleled destructive power, making the Bifang Demon God feel unprecedented pressure.

The roar of the Bifang demon god echoed in the star array, and his figure became more ferocious under the shining starlight. Seeing Yang Ling's star clone sword light flashing, each sword condensed the power of the stars, cutting through the void and pointing directly at his vital points.

The Star Sword in Yang Ling's hand was like a meteor flying through the stars, piercing into the shoulder of the Bifang Demon God with overwhelming force. The starlight on the tip of the sword was as hard as diamond, easily tearing the Demon God's body apart, and blood spurted out.

The Bifang demon god roared in pain, and a green light became brighter. His true power exploded at this moment. A powerful force surged out of his body, forming a strong shock wave that directly smashed Yang Ling's star clone into pieces.

However, the starlight in the star array did not dissipate because of this. The broken clones quickly reassembled in the starlight, and Yang Ling's figure appeared again, like an immortal body, and the starlight became even brighter.

The eyes of the Bifang demon god were filled with shock and fear, and he felt an unprecedented despair. He understood that as long as this formation existed, Yang Ling would be able to continuously gather the power of the stars, but he could never break through this dilemma.

Under this pressure, the body of the Bifang demon god twisted and changed in the starlight, and finally turned into an incomparably huge one-legged green-feathered divine bird, with blazing Nanming Lihuo surrounding its body. When its wings were spread, they were hundreds of feet wide, almost covering the entire starry sky.

His true form is an ancient divine bird with the power to tear apart heaven and earth.

As he flapped his wings, a violent storm arose, and two rays of divine light shot out from his eyes, shooting straight at Yang Ling like sharp arrows, as if to pierce his soul.

The starlight around Yang Ling became brighter. Under his control, the star array transformed into sharp sword qi, and launched a fierce duel with the true body of the divine bird of Bifang Demon God.

The eyes of the divine bird Bifang demon god flashed with ferocity. He flapped his wings, and countless green feathers turned into extremely sharp arrows, shooting towards the star formation. Each arrow contained the power to tear apart the heaven and earth.

Facing this sudden and violent attack, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the bright starlight around him changed and turned into barriers to block the feather arrows that were pouring down like a rainstorm.

The collision between starlight and feather arrows produced countless dazzling sparks, as if an interstellar war was unfolding.

Although the attack of Bifang Monster God was fierce, Yang Ling's star array was extremely solid. Every attack was resolved by the starlight, and the array remained as stable as Mount Tai, unmoved. The battle intensified, and the attack of Bifang Monster God became more and more violent, but Yang Ling always responded calmly. He knew that as long as he held on, victory would eventually belong to him.

The power of the star array became stronger under Yang Ling's control. The starlight was like an endless ocean, trapping the true body of the Bifang demon god inside, making it impossible to escape.

The eyes of the Bifang demon god were filled with despair and anger. He knew that he had fallen into a truly desperate situation.

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and he clasped his hands together. Countless stars in the star array began to spin wildly, turning into meteors and smashing towards the Bifang Demon God.

These meteors are not ordinary things, but are condensed from soul-dispersing red sand. Each one contains a strong soul-breaking power, specifically targeting the primordial spirit and soul.

Bifang Demon God's eyes widened, he could feel the deadly threat brought by these meteors. He tried to resist with Nanming Lihuo, but the meteors penetrated the flames and bombarded his body without stopping.

"Boom boom boom!" Deafening explosions continued to sound in the star formation, and each explosion was accompanied by the screams of the Bifang demon god.

His spirit was like a candle in the wind, being ruthlessly struck, and his soul suffered unprecedented damage.

"Ah——!" The screams of the Bifang demon god echoed in the formation, extremely miserable.

Cracks appeared on the surface of his soul, and the power of his soul quickly dissipated. Faced with such pain, even a Daluo Jinxian like him could not endure it.

Yang Ling looked at the miserable state of Bifang Demon God's Yuanshen, without a trace of pity in his eyes, only cold murderous intent.

He knew that this was the best time to completely defeat the Bifang Demon God.

The power of the star array reached its peak under Yang Ling's manipulation. Countless stars turned into meteor showers, like a dazzling galaxy, falling from the sky, sweeping up the Bifang demon god and forming a huge starlight vortex.

The demon god Bifang struggled in the vortex of starlight, but every struggle caused his soul to be torn apart more.

His voice was already hoarse, but the desperate roar still filled the entire magma world.

Finally, with a loud bang, the figure of the Bifang demon god was completely sucked into the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd in Yang Ling's hand.

There were flashes of red light at the mouth of the gourd, as if it was swallowing up everything, until the soul of the Bifang demon god completely disappeared in the gourd and the red light dissipated.

The star formation gradually calmed down. Yang Ling held the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd in his hand, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

This was the first Daluo Jinxian he had personally defeated, a genuine Daluo Jinxian. Although he mainly relied on the Nine Heavens Clouds Star Array and the Nine Nine Soul-scattering Gourd, a top-grade spiritual treasure, this result still made him quite excited.

At least it means that he is not without a chance of winning against the Golden Immortal!

Yang Ling took a deep breath and regained his mind. As the spells in his hands changed, the stars in the sky gradually dissipated and finally turned into two treasures that fell back into his hands.

He put away the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd and the Liuli Yunguang Bottle, and returned to the desolation of the underground magma world.

A ray of blazing light pierced through the darkness of the magma world, and a gigantic three-legged golden crow descended from the sky, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes.

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He knew clearly that the three-legged golden crow in front of him was no ordinary creature. It was a divine beast condensed from the true fire of the sun. It contained the remnant of the ancient golden crow in its body and was extremely powerful.

When the three-legged golden crow flapped its wings, a huge wave of fire swept in all directions. The entire magma world seemed to be controlled by its power. The magma was surging, as if an even more violent attack would erupt at any time.

Yang Ling was not panicking, he also had his own trump card.

He slowly raised his hand, and the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd in his hand emitted a dark red light again, and countless soul-dispersing red sands inside were about to burst out.

The three-legged golden crow let out a deafening roar, the ferocious sound waves almost tore the space apart, its eyes flashed with contempt and anger towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling remained calm, for he knew in his heart that although the Three-legged Golden Crow was powerful, it was after all formed by the condensation of true fire and was not a real living being. Although its attacks were fierce, they also followed certain patterns.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, then gently tossed the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd in his hand, aiming the gourd mouth at the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow was extremely fast and it approached Yang Ling in almost the blink of an eye.

Every time it flapped its wings, it brought up pieces of blazing flames. Those flames burned in the magma world, causing even the magma to lose its color.

Yang Ling did not panic. A layer of faint black flames quickly condensed around his body, forming a protective shield, trying to melt the Tao Fruit to resist the scorching sun fire.

The three-legged golden crow's attack was extremely fierce. Every time it dived, it was accompanied by a raging wave of fire, as if it wanted to burn the entire world to ashes.

Although Yang Ling's Tao Fruit of Melting was powerful, it seemed a little powerless in front of the Sun's True Fire.

The fierce light of the three-legged golden crow became more and more intense. It seemed to sense Yang Ling's resistance, and its angry roar echoed in the magma world.

Its offensive became more and more fierce, and every attack made Yang Ling feel tremendous pressure.

Yang Ling responded calmly, urging the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd to spit out endless soul-dispersing red sand, which turned into a galaxy. Under his control, this stream of star power turned into starlight sword energy, competing with the Three-legged Golden Crow's Sun True Fire.

Each of his counterattacks hit the Three-legged Golden Crow's vital points accurately. Due to the nature of the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand that targets the original spirit, even this seemingly invincible divine bird could not help but feel a little pain.

As the battle progressed, Yang Ling gradually figured out the attack pattern of the Three-legged Golden Crow, and his counterattacks became more and more fierce.

In the collision of starlight and true fire, Yang Ling finally found an opportunity. A starlight sword energy that condensed all his strength pierced directly into the eyes of the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow let out a heart-wrenching scream, its body violently retreating under the impact of the starlight sword energy, and its ferocious momentum also stagnated.

Yang Ling did not miss this opportunity. His body turned into a ray of starlight and instantly appeared in front of the three-legged golden crow. Endless scattered soul red sand gathered into a huge star sword and slashed at the three-legged golden crow without hesitation.

This sword contained all of Yang Ling's strength and determination. It was like a meteor that streaked across the sky, carrying endless starlight, and directly slashed at the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged crow's body finally cracked under the sword. Its fierce light gradually dimmed, and the sun's true fire also began to dissipate.

Under the power of the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand, the remnant of the ancient Golden Crow finally turned invisible.

Yang Ling stood above the magma sea, and the three-legged golden crow in front of him was already at the end of its strength. He knew very well how precious the true fire of the sun was, and this was a great opportunity to "cultivate".

He immediately closed his eyes and began to circulate the "Burning Technique" spiritual energy in his body.

An invisible suction force emanated from his body, slowly devouring the sun's true fire that condensed the body of the Three-legged Golden Crow.

This was not a difficult task for him, because he had done this long ago. Now he just followed the same method and successfully transformed the Sun's True Fire into his own magic power.

As time passed, the true fire of the sun seemed to be attracted by an invisible black hole and poured into the spiritual energy in Yang Ling's body.

These solar true fires were extremely pure, containing terrifying heat and destructive power, but under the effect of the "Burning Technique", they were assimilated one by one and became part of Yang Ling's power.

Yang Ling felt that the spiritual energy in his body became increasingly hot, as if a small sun was burning in his body. His cultivation also rapidly improved at this moment, and his strength skyrocketed.

He sat cross-legged above the magma sea, a vortex of flames formed around his body, the true fire of the sun constantly gathered in this vortex, and was swallowed up bit by bit by the "Burning Art". His body was like a bottomless pit, no matter how much true fire of the sun was thrown into it, it would be completely assimilated.

At this moment, Yang Ling seemed to have merged with this magma world. His aura became even stronger, and his whole body exuded a domineering and mysterious temperament.

The process of devouring the Sun's True Fire is not a one-shot process, it requires time and patience. Yang Ling did not relax at all, he knew this was a rare opportunity and he must seize it.

As time went by, the originally violent Sun True Fire became more and more docile. It circulated in Yang Ling's body and merged perfectly with his spiritual energy, allowing Yang Ling's "Burning Technique" cultivation to reach a higher level.

A satisfied smile appeared on Yang Ling's face. He felt his strength growing, and this feeling made him very excited.

His cultivation had a qualitative leap during this period of time, and he even began to touch a higher level.

The three-legged golden crow above the magma sea gradually disintegrated and turned into a vortex of fire, which became smaller and smaller as time passed.

After a long time, the sun's true fire was completely devoured by him.

Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

He stood above the magma sea and released his divine sense to explore the entire underground magma world. After discovering that there were no missed treasures, he turned around and returned to the ground, and then returned to the area covered by the psychedelic formation.

He stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly. A faint spiritual power hit the core of the formation, instantly eliminating the psychedelic effect.

As the formation dissipated, the burly man trapped inside roared like a wild beast that had been released, and leaped up from the ground. The axe in his hand brought up a gust of wind and chopped towards Yang Ling without hesitation. The axe light was so sharp that it seemed to split the sky and the earth in half.

However, Yang Ling moved slightly and easily avoided the attack of the axe. Then, his palm turned over and turned into a huge purple-gold palm - the Heaven-Destroying Hand.

The Heaven-Destroying Hand carried boundless power, and with a gentle push, it neutralized the burly man's attack, and with a backhand palm, it knocked him away. The man's body hit the rock wall heavily, making a dull sound, and he groaned in pain, obviously suffering a serious injury.

Yang Ling did not chase after him, but stood quietly where he was, looking at the burly man with calm and determined eyes.

He said calmly: "Tell me the whereabouts of the other Nine Sun Springs."

A trace of fear flashed across the burly man's eyes. He was obviously shocked by Yang Ling's strength, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who is afraid of death? Let me tell you, the Bifang demon god has arrived here. No matter who you are, you'd better leave quickly..."

Before he could finish, Yang Ling said calmly: "Bifang is dead, do you want to follow in his footsteps?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, holding a precious seal in his palm, which was the magical seal of the Bifang demon god.

When the burly man saw this treasure, a look of shock flashed across his eyes.

"You... you really killed Bifang?"

Yang Ling said noncommittally: "Can you answer my question now?"

"...Of course! I promise to tell you everything I know, and I only ask the Immortal to spare my life!"

(End of this chapter)