Chapter 218: Void Treasure Mirror
Yang Ling did not give him a chance to breathe, and once again turned into a flash of lightning, chasing after him relentlessly. Each attack was as powerful as thunder, and each punch and kick was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it impossible for the Black Crow Demon God to fight back, and he could only passively take the beating.

The Black Crow Demon God felt Yang Ling's almost violent attack, and his face instantly darkened. He knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely be at a disadvantage. So, he shook his body and turned into a thick black smoke, avoiding Yang Ling's thunder attack.

The black smoke spread in the air, and then quickly condensed. The figure of the Black Crow Demon God appeared again, but this time the black air around him was even darker, like miasma rising from the abyss.

He waved his hands, and countless black birds of prey flew out from the black air, swooping down towards Yang Ling with sharp whistles.

Yang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. Facing these birds of prey, he was not afraid at all. He put his right hand together like a sword and waved it lightly. A nine-leaf sword grass appeared out of thin air.

This small grass looks tender, but when the leaves flip, thick sword lights surge out like meteors from the sky, illuminating the entire crater.

The sword light was like a divine light that split the sky and the earth, destroying the birds of prey one by one, along with the black air.

Seeing this, the Black Crow Demon God's face became even uglier. After a brief fight, he already knew that Yang Ling's strength was far beyond his imagination.

However, there was no fear on his face, and he suddenly took out two treasures, a palm-sized black mirror and a green magic sword.

The Black Crow Demon God held the Immortal Sword tightly in his right hand and the handle of the treasure mirror in his left hand. The mirror was completely black, with strange runes inlaid on the edge, emitting a gloomy light.

He shone the light towards Yang Ling, and suddenly a figure flew out in the mirror. It was exactly Yang Ling's appearance, but he was surrounded by dark air, with a cold light in his eyes. His hands also had their fingers together like swords, and he used the Cao sword technique.

"Look at how you deal with yourself!" The Black Crow Demon God sneered, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Yang Ling frowned. He had not expected that the Black Crow Demon God actually had such a strange treasure in his hand. Although he was alert, he did not immediately offer the Falling Treasure Money, because he knew that the Demon Clan Prince was watching covetously. If he used such a valuable treasure now, it might cause even greater trouble. So, he temporarily suppressed the impulse in his heart and focused on dealing with it.

When the Black Crow Demon God saw that Yang Ling did not fight back immediately, he laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and mockery: "Yang Ling, do you know how powerful my Void Treasure Mirror is? The ghost reflected by the mirror can not only imitate all your moves, but also kill the original owner and replace him! Today, you will die under your own sword!"

When Yang Ling heard this, he sneered, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He knew that although the opponent's treasure was strange, the cards in his hand were not worse than the opponent's.

"Really?" Yang Ling snorted coldly, and suddenly a pitch-black spear appeared in his hand. The tip of the spear was wrapped with a cold aura of death, as if it could penetrate all illusions.

At the same time, the "Xing" secret on his body was also running to the extreme. His figure became blurred in an instant, like a phantom, making it impossible to capture his true position.

The face of the Black Crow Demon God changed. He didn't expect that Yang Ling actually had a backup plan, and this speed even made him feel a little pressured.

But it was too late. Yang Ling's figure flashed in the space, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the mirror ghost of the Void Mirror.

The Spear of Hades, carrying endless death intent, instantly pierced through the Mirror Ghost's body and completely defeated it.

The Mirror Ghost let out a scream, then turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated into the air. Even the Ink Crow Demon God's Mirror of Nothingness lost its luster, becoming dim.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at the defeated Mirror Ghost with an even wider sneer on his face, as if everything that had just happened was within his expectations.

The Void Mirror in his hand flashed an eerie light again, and there seemed to be endless darkness stirring in the mirror. Then, another mirror ghost flew out, still exactly the same as Yang Ling, but this time holding the Spear of the Underworld, and using the "Xing" secret attack to kill Yang Ling.

Yang Ling frowned, he did not expect that the Black Crow Demon God's Mirror of Nothingness could work continuously.

A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, but his hands did not stop. The Spear of Hades was swung again, carrying the melody of death, and instantly defeated the new Mirror Ghost.

Seeing this, the Black Crow Demon God smiled even more wildly. He looked at Yang Ling with a playful look, as if he was enjoying this game: "Yang Ling, no matter how powerful you are, you can't defeat yourself. My Void Treasure Mirror can create your shadow endlessly, so just keep fighting like this forever!"

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, but he was thinking of a solution quickly. He knew that simply destroying the mirror ghost would not solve the problem, and he had to find a way to destroy the Void Treasure Mirror.

At this moment, a mirror ghost flew out of the Void Mirror again. Its movements were consistent with Yang Ling, as if it was Yang Ling's shadow. It also wielded the Spear of the Underworld and rushed towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's eyes were stern. He knew he couldn't take the beating passively anymore.

His figure became erratic again, as if he had turned into countless phantoms.

In these phantoms, the real Yang Ling is hard to recognize. He is like a ghost shuttling through the dark night, impossible to capture.

The Spear of Hades danced again, with an irresistible force, directly piercing through the body of the Mirror Ghost and defeating it. But Yang Ling did not stop, his eyes were fixed on the Void Treasure Mirror in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God.

In countless phantoms, the real Yang Ling had quietly approached the Black Crow Demon God. The Spear of the Underworld God in his hand, with a devastating force, pointed directly at the Void Treasure Mirror that emitted a gloomy light.

The Black Crow Demon God's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly tried to retreat, but it was too late. Yang Ling's Spear of the Underworld was like a sharp arrow that traveled through time and space, and it was in front of him in an instant.

With a slight "click" sound, a crack appeared on the Void Mirror, and then the crack quickly spread. The entire mirror seemed to be shattered by an invisible force, turning into countless fragments and scattering on the ground.

“Hahahaha… As expected of a top disciple of the Human Religion Sect, you really have some skills!”

The cold laughter of the Black Crow Demon God echoed in the crater, as if it came from the abyss of hell, making people feel cold in their hearts.

As he laughed, the fragments of the Void Mirror that were scattered on the ground miraculously reassembled, and in a flash, an intact mirror appeared in his hand again.

Yang Ling frowned, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He stared at the reassembled mirror, wondering if he was under an illusion. He turned his gaze to the Black Crow Demon God, only to see that his face was gloomy, but the smugness in his eyes was even stronger.

The Xiqu Demon God next to him had a bleak expression on his face. He originally thought that Yang Ling could destroy the Void Mirror in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect that the Mo Ya Demon God actually had such a backup plan.

He thought to himself that he might have bet on the wrong side this time and his future was bleak.

The mirror ghosts in the mirror reappeared, one after another, as if there was no end.

Yang Ling held the Spear of Hades in his hand like a scythe of the god of death reaping lives. Every time he swung it, the mirror ghosts would be shattered and turned into nothingness.

The precious mirror was shattered again and again by his spear, but each time it was quickly restored amid the sneer of the Black Crow Demon God.

There is something very wrong with this situation.

Especially as time went on, Yang Ling discovered that each new mirror ghost that appeared was more powerful than the previous one.

Their attacks became more brutal and faster, as if they were constantly learning Yang Ling's fighting style and gradually adapting to his attack rhythm.

Yang Ling knew in his heart that this was not a solution. The Mirror Ghost's strength was constantly increasing, while his magic power and energy were gradually being consumed.

He must find a way to break the Void Mirror, otherwise no matter how strong his fighting power is, he will be worn down to death by these endless mirror ghosts.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at Yang Ling in such an embarrassing state and laughed even more wildly. He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

He taunted loudly, "Yang Ling, no matter how strong you are, you can't defeat your own shadow! My Void Mirror is invincible, and your efforts are doomed to be in vain!"

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about the ridicule of the Black Crow Demon God, but he also knew that he couldn't just passively take the beating like this anymore.

His mind was working rapidly, thinking of a way to completely destroy the Void Mirror.

Yang Ling knew that he could no longer passively take the beating.

His figure moved as fast as a ghost, trying to attack the Void Mirror from all angles, trying to find its weakness.

He first tried to seal the mirror with powerful magic power, but those complicated sealing runes instantly disintegrated as soon as they touched the mirror, as if they had never existed.

Then, he tried to banish the magic mirror to another dimension. However, there seemed to be a strange force around the magic mirror that made space spells ineffective.

Yang Ling even tried to use various polluting forces to corrode the mirror, but it seemed to have the ability to purify itself, and all the pollution was completely eliminated the moment it came into contact with it.

After trying various methods without success, Yang Ling fell into deep thought again. While sending out his avatar to fight against the attacking mirror ghost, he frowned and thought about how to break the impasse.

The demon prince sat on the sun-chasing chariot, looking at Yang Ling who was deep in thought below, with a disdainful smile on his face.

At the same time, the strength of the mirror ghosts is constantly increasing. They are no longer just shadows, but seem to have their own consciousness and combat experience.

Every time it fought with Yang Ling, the Mirror Ghost could learn some of his moves and magical powers, and even imitated Yang Ling's expression vividly.

As the Black Crow Demon God watched the Mirror Ghost grow more and more powerful, the joy in his heart gushed out like a spring.

He laughed loudly: "Yang Ling, every attack of yours makes my Mirror Ghost more perfect. You are digging your own grave!"

Faced with more and more mirror ghosts, Yang Ling had to use all his strength.

The Spear of the Underworld in his hand danced more violently, and each swing carried the power of thunder. But even so, every time a mirror ghost was defeated, the Black Crow Demon God would immediately create a new one of the Void Mirror, and each time it was stronger than the last.

The battle had been going on for a long time, and beads of sweat appeared on Yang Ling's forehead. His magic power was consumed greatly, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

A gleam of inspiration flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and he suddenly thought of a possibility - this Void Treasure Mirror might not exist in this space at all, or it might be said that it was not in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God at all.

The mirror he holds in his hand may just be a false projection, an illusion used to confuse the enemy.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Yang Ling immediately took action.

He no longer focused his attention on the constantly generated mirror ghosts, but instead locked his eyes on another treasure in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God - the green fairy sword.

When the Black Crow Demon God saw that Yang Ling's offensive suddenly changed, his gaze turned to the magic sword in his hand, and his face suddenly changed.

He quickly grasped the Immortal Sword and dodged Yang Ling's attack. However, this action confirmed Yang Ling's guess - the Immortal Sword was the real body of the Void Treasure Mirror.

Yang Ling saw the other party's panic and became more determined.

His figure shuttled through the air like a dragon, and the Spear of the God of the Underworld carried the breath of death, pointing directly at the green fairy sword in the hands of the Black Crow Demon God.

When the Black Crow Demon God saw that his secret was discovered, he immediately became panicked.

He shouted loudly, asking the Mirror Ghost to stop Yang Ling from getting closer.

Mirror Ghost put his fingers together like swords and activated the Grass Sword Technique, stimulating brilliant sword lights that collided with Yang Ling's Spear of the Underworld, making a deafening roar.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. The airflow in the crater was torn into pieces by their power, and the magma in the crater was also stirred and splashed everywhere.

However, Yang Ling's offensive became more and more fierce, and each attack made it difficult for the Mirror Ghost to resist.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the Spear of Hades pierced through the chest of the Mirror Ghost, turning it into a ball of black gas, and then rushed directly towards the Black Crow Demon God. The new Mirror Ghost had not yet been born, but the Black Crow Demon God did not use the immortal sword in his hand to fight, but instead protected it tightly by his side, and at the same time summoned thirty-six black feather swords, attacking Yang Ling with murderous intent.

Seeing this, Yang Ling sneered.

He had already made up his mind, so he no longer hesitated. He gently waved his right hand, and the space in front of him fluctuated. An ancient copper coin appeared out of thin air. It was his treasure - Luobao Gold Coin.

The falling treasure money spun in the air, making a clear and pleasant sound. As Yang Ling's "Soldier" secret was activated, the runes on the copper coins flashed with dazzling light, and a powerful suction force emanated from it, directly covering the green fairy sword in the hand of the Black Crow Demon God.

The Black Crow Demon God felt that the immortal sword was being pulled by an invisible force, and his face changed drastically. He tried desperately to control the immortal sword, but the power of the Falling Treasure Money was too strong. The immortal sword trembled in his hand and finally flew out of his hand and towards the Falling Treasure Money.

The moment the immortal sword was pulled over by the falling treasure money, it suddenly became dim and lifeless, as if it had lost all its vitality and spirituality.

At the same time, those black feather swords also lost control, fell down one after another, and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

What’s more crucial is that the mirror ghost that had just been born also disappeared along with the Void Mirror, as if it had never appeared, and the entire battlefield became quiet in an instant.

The Black Crow Demon God looked at the empty hands. The Immortal Sword and the Void Mirror were both missing. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"Impossible, how could my Void Mirror be taken by you..." The voice of the Black Crow Demon God trembled, he found it difficult to accept the fact before him.

Yang Ling's expression was calm, he had already taken the green fairy sword in his hand.

To be precise, it is a mirror.

However, it has the ability to change its shape at will, so it was turned into an immortal sword by the Black Crow Demon God. The magic mirror originally in the Black Crow Demon God's hand was just as Yang Ling thought, it was just a projection of the Void Magic Mirror.

Therefore, no matter how many times it breaks, it will be restored to its original state in an instant.

The Black Crow Demon God was facing the lost Void Treasure Mirror, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. He roared, and his body was covered with black gas, and he pounced on Yang Ling like a cloud of thick smoke, trying to take back the mirror.

Yang Ling, however, remained calm. He smiled faintly and raised his right hand slightly. A great force gathered in his palm, transforming into a huge Heaven-Destroying Palm. He waved it lightly, and the Heaven-Destroying Palm, with endless pressure, slapped towards the Black Crow Demon God.

The roar of the Black Crow Demon God came to an abrupt end. His body was slapped in the air by a huge palm and fell into the crater like a cannonball.

In an instant, the magma in the crater rolled and soared into the sky, as if doomsday had come, and the red lava and billowing black smoke covered the sky.

The Xiqu Demon God witnessed all this and heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Yang Ling deal with the Mo Ya Demon God so easily, he felt that his choice this time was undoubtedly the right one.

The demon prince frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he was obviously disappointed with the performance of the Black Crow Demon God. His eyes turned to the falling treasure money in Yang Ling's hand, and his surprise and curiosity could not be concealed.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the crater.

A huge three-eyed crow rose into the sky from the magma. Its feathers were as black as ink, and its three eyes were cold and intimidating. It was obviously the true form of the Ink Crow Demon God.

The three-eyed crow opened its huge mouth and spewed out a jet of black smoke, which quickly spread, mixed with countless tiny mosquito-like poisonous beasts, which were carrying extremely poisonous substances and swept towards Yang Ling.

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and his figure instantly disappeared, leaving only a rain of flowers in the sky.

The magma in the crater was like a raging ocean, constantly churning, and the cry of the Three-Eyed Raven echoed in it, full of threat and anger.

Yang Ling's figure had disappeared in the rain of flowers, and was replaced by countless blooming fairy flowers, each of which was like an exquisite work of art, beautiful and deadly.

In every flower, there is a figure of Yang Ling. Their brilliance flickers, as if they are countless independent wills, yet they are different faces of the same person.

When those poisonous beasts tried to approach, Yang Ling and others in the fairy flowers attacked at the same time. Each flower released a ray of light, killing all the poisonous beasts. Not a single one could escape.

In the air, the roar of the Three-Eyed Raven became more and more shrill, and its black feathers flickered ominously in the light.

Countless Yang Lings attacked simultaneously, and each attack was accompanied by the falling of flower rain, which transformed into countless rays of light and bombarded the Three-Eyed Crow like a meteor shower.

The Three-Eyed Raven's body was riddled with holes under the endless attacks. Its cries became weaker and weaker, its feathers fell off, its flesh and blood were blurred, and it struggled in pain in the air.

At this moment, the demon prince slowly stood up, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. His figure seemed particularly tall on the edge of the crater, as if he was an insurmountable god.

His voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable majesty. He took a step forward and shouted, "Break!"

Following the order from the demon prince, those beautiful fairy flowers instantly turned into nothingness, the flower rain dissipated, and countless figures of Yang Ling also disappeared.

The entire battlefield returned to calm in an instant, with only Yang Ling's real body standing there. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he obviously did not expect that the demon prince was so powerful.

Is this what you say and what you do?

Just one word was enough to break his magical power. What kind of power is this?

The three-eyed crow took the opportunity to break free from its restraints. Although its body was covered with wounds, it was still extremely ferocious. It stared at Yang Ling fiercely, as if it wanted to turn this last bit of hatred into murderous intent.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged. He looked deeply at the demon prince, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The demon prince stared at Yang Ling with a sharp eagle-like gaze, as if he wanted to see through him. He said in a deep voice, “Hand over the Sun True Fire, the Void Treasure Mirror, and the coin you just used to take the Void Treasure Mirror… I will not pursue the matter of you killing the Bifang demon god before.”

"Oh, that's a good joke."

Yang Ling raised his lips with a barely perceptible sneer, and said, "You are the prince of the demon clan, right? Do you think that I will obediently hand over my treasures just because of your words? You underestimate me, Yang Ling."

The Black Crow Demon God's face turned pale when he heard this. He roared like a storm, "Yang Ling, you don't know what's good for you! Do you think you can fight against His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with your strength?

You are asking for death! "

The demon prince frowned slightly. He was not angry because of Yang Ling's refusal. Instead, he looked at Yang Ling more calmly, with an irresistible force in his voice: "Yang Ling, think about it carefully and don't make a decision that you will regret. If you don't hand it over, be prepared to die here."

Yang Ling smiled coldly, "Your Highness, times have changed! The present prehistoric world is no longer the era where you demons can run rampant!"

The magma in the crater was still churning, and the firelight reflected on everyone's face, making the scene even more tense.

There was a flash of unconcealable anger in the eyes of the demon prince.

"No matter how the times change, it can't change the fact that you are no match for me!"

After the demon prince finished speaking, his figure swayed slightly and he appeared in front of Yang Ling. His speed was so fast that he looked like a ray of golden light.

"Since you insist on doing so, don't blame me for being rude." The demon prince's voice was low. He put his left hand behind his back and directly pinched Yang Ling's neck with his right hand. He tightened his fingers as if he was going to crush Yang Ling to death like an ant.

The demon prince's fingers clenched tightly, but he felt a void. Yang Ling under his hands actually shattered and turned into specks of light and disappeared.

His face darkened instantly.

This is not Yang Ling’s true identity!

He turned his head and looked around quickly, only to see Yang Ling's real body standing hundreds of feet away with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Prince of the Demon Clan, you are indeed fast, but your vision is not sharp enough."

The demon prince frowned. He didn't expect that he would fall into an illusion. This was a huge shame for him.

His gaze shot towards the Black Crow Demon God like a sharp sword. The latter's third eye was already wide open, revealing a strange fluctuation.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. My third eye is naturally capable of seeing through illusions." The Black Crow Demon God's voice was full of confidence. There was a strange light flashing in his third eye. As long as Yang Ling cast an illusion again, he would be able to see through it immediately.

However, at this moment, Yang Ling took out a large red bow. The bow was fiery red all over, engraved with complex runes, and exuded an ancient and powerful aura.

He gently pulled the bowstring, and a dark red energy arrow condensed, containing the power of destruction.

"It seems that you still underestimated me." Yang Ling's voice was cold. His eyes were fixed on the Three-Eyed Raven, and then he released the bowstring in his hand.

With a whoosh sound, a dark red arrow carrying a long tail flame streaked across the sky like a meteor and headed straight for the Three-Eyed Raven.

The Three-Eyed Raven felt the threat of death and tried to dodge, but the arrow was so fast that it reached it almost instantly.

The arrow pierced its body and shot it down. Its huge body drew a tragic arc in the air and finally fell heavily into the lava.

The magma in the crater began to roll again, accompanied by the mournful wail of the Three-Eyed Raven. The whole scene was extremely shocking.

The demon prince's face turned ugly, and his anger erupted like magma. His eyes stayed on the red bow in Yang Ling's hand for a moment, and he finally recognized the weapon that frightened him.

"Tong Gong!"

His voice was filled with disbelief and deep fear. It was an unforgettable memory. "How did you get Dayi's red bow?!"

Yang Ling looked at the changes in the demon prince, a smug smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled the red bow in his hand to its full length again, ready to shoot the next arrow.

"This bow once shot down nine of your brothers. Now, it still craves the blood of the three-legged golden crow."

Yang Ling's voice was calm but full of provocation.

The demon prince's face instantly turned ferocious, his eyes were extremely vicious, as if he wanted to eat Yang Ling alive.

"You! You deserve to die! I want you to die without a burial place!" The demon prince roared, and a golden spear appeared out of thin air in his hand. There was a sun totem on the spear, emitting dazzling light.

The demon prince waved his spear, and the tip of the spear cut through the void like a golden meteor, breaking through the air at such a fast speed that it seemed to tear the sky and the earth apart.

At this critical moment, an even more powerful force erupted from Yang Ling. It was the power of the sun's true fire. His body was wrapped in flames and he turned into a giant firebird.

The firebird flapped its wings and flew high, brushing past the demon prince's spear. Yang Ling's figure appeared again in the distance. The red bow in his hand was bent like a full moon, and a dark red arrow was firmly locked on the demon prince...

"call out!"

The arrow shoots out like a rainbow!

　Lu An traveled through a chaotic world of demons and warriors, holding a tripod that could reach the sky, controlling yin and yang, and participating in the creation, and achieved the supreme path to immortality!
　　
　
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