Chapter 220 The prince escaped?

"Damn..."

The demon prince's face was slightly distorted, as if he could hardly believe what he saw, his heart filled with shock and annoyance.

He never thought that the Ten Days Refining Heaven Diagram that he had worked so hard to condense would be taken away by Yang Ling so easily. Anger burned in his chest, his hands clenched into fists, and the golden light in his eyes flashed dangerously.

The Black Crow Demon God stood aside, also dumbfounded. He originally thought that this battle would be a victory for the demon prince, but now it seems that everything is turned upside down.

However, the Xiqu Demon God in the distance breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing, and felt more and more that he had chosen the right path.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, turned his palm, and put the Precious Lotus Lantern and the Ten-Day Refining Heaven Diagram into his treasure bag.

He looked at the demon prince and deliberately added some disdain and sarcasm in his tone, trying to irritate his opponent: "Your Highness, it seems that you have already played all your cards. If you have any other tricks, feel free to use them."

Although the demon prince knew that Yang Ling was deliberately provoking him, he was still furious in his heart and his face was as gloomy as water.

The big sun above his head suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, the light seemed real, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Yang Ling, do you think you can defeat me like this? I will let you know that the power of this prince is beyond your imagination!"

As his words fell, a powerful force burst out from the body of the demon prince. His figure became increasingly blurred in the golden light, as if he had turned into a real sun.

Golden runes gathered around him, and his body was like a golden furnace, trying to suppress Yang Ling completely.

The figure of the demon prince became more and more dazzling in the golden light, like a golden god, and his might almost tore the world apart. But Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged. He took a deep breath and took out a blood-red longbow from his treasure bag - the red bow.

There were rows of ancient runes engraved on the red bow, and every time the string was pulled, the power of thunder gathered inside. Yang Ling waved his finger, and nine golden arrows appeared out of thin air, with bright light lingering on them, and each arrow contained the power to break through the air.

He aimed at the demon prince and shot nine arrows in a row, crossing the void and heading straight for him. The dark red arrows streaked through the sky like nine meteors and instantly reached the demon prince.

When the demon prince saw this, his expression changed. The sun above his head suddenly burst into an even hotter light, shattering all the nine arrows.

Golden fragments flew everywhere like a dazzling firework.

But Yang Ling was not discouraged. He formed seals with his hands and activated the Nine Skies Cloud Star Array. Suddenly, the cloud array, thunder array, and star array all started to work at the same time. The sky was filled with clouds and mist, thunder rumbled, and stars twinkled. The three elements intertwined to form a magnificent battlefield.

The demon prince's eyes were filled with illusions, as if he was in a world full of unpredictable changes. Lightning bolts from the sky kept falling from the sky, and each bolt contained the power to destroy everything, forcing him to distract himself to resist.

Under the influence of the star array, giant swords condensed from the light of the stars also appeared out of thin air in the void. Each sword seemed to be able to cut through the galaxy and point directly at the demon prince.

The demon prince was in great pain under the triple attack. Although his golden light was strong, it was difficult to resist such a fierce attack at the same time. His body was shaking under the bombardment of thunder and lightning, and the giant sword of stars made him feel threatened.

He roared repeatedly, trying to shatter these illusions with his own powerful strength, but it seemed that every attack was dissolved by an invisible force, which put him in even greater trouble.

Yang Ling stood outside the formation, his eyes flashing with calmness. He knew that although the demon prince was powerful, he could only surrender in front of the Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Formation that he had carefully arranged.

He pulled the red bow in his hand to its full length again, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the demon prince when he was most tired.

Yang Ling's eyes were like the frozen lake, calm and deep. His fingers moved slightly, and an arrow thicker than before gathered on the red bow.

The entire body of this arrow exudes a deep red light, as if it was forged from lava, and is surrounded by a faint mist, which is the manifestation of the power of the cloud formation.

The arrow was ready to be launched, and Yang Ling's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, and then suddenly let go of the bowstring.

"Zheng~"

There was a loud sound in the air, and the thick arrow, carrying unparalleled power, went straight towards the demon prince like a red lightning.

An ominous premonition arose in the demon prince's heart, and just as he was about to hide, an illusion suddenly appeared before his eyes.

That was the scene of Tanggu in the East China Sea. The huge Fusang sacred tree stood between heaven and earth, and nine three-legged golden crows lived on the tree.

The little golden crows are taking off in groups, spreading their wings and flying high. Their wings cut through the sky, bringing up pieces of golden flames.

This illusion was so real that even the heat waves in the air and the cry of the Golden Crow were vivid in his mind. The demon prince felt as if he had returned to his carefree childhood...

However, he was strong-willed and saw through the illusion almost instantly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the Golden Crow and the Fusang sacred tree in front of him disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by a huge energy arrow carrying the power of destruction, shooting towards his face at an astonishing speed.

At the critical moment, the demon prince did not hesitate at all. His body quickly expanded and changed, turning into a dazzling sun, radiating golden light, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to melt everything.

Under this powerful force, the arrow that was about to hit him began to melt slowly, and eventually turned into drops of golden-red liquid and dissipated in the air.

Yang Ling frowned slightly when he saw this.

In terms of magical power alone, the power of the demon prince is far greater than his, but he still has many killing moves in his hands and does not show any fear.

At this time, the Black Crow Demon God saw that the situation was not good, and a fierce look appeared on his face. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, turning into a cloud of thick black smoke. Then the black smoke surged and turned into countless black crows, rushing towards Yang Ling like an overwhelming force.

Each of these crows exudes an evil aura. Their screams pierce the clouds, and the sharp sound of the wind carries the smell of chaos and death.

The darkness was like a huge net, trying to swallow Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's eyes shone, his palms flew, and the thunder array runes quickly condensed in the air. Suddenly, the power of thunder gathered into an electric grid, and in the flash of lightning, countless black crows were like moths to a flame, and were smashed into powder by the thunder array.

Only the smell of burning remained in the air, and the black smoke was completely dispersed by the power of thunder and lightning.

The demon prince roared towards the sky, his voice shaking the nine heavens. The golden sun above his head suddenly expanded and turned into a gigantic three-legged golden crow.

When the three-legged golden crow's wings are spread out, they are enough to cover half the sky, and every feather on it shines with dazzling golden light.

The three-legged golden crow was bathed in the lightning and starlight, and not only did it not suffer the slightest harm, but under the stimulation of the lightning, the golden light became even brighter, and each ray of light was like a sharp blade, piercing through the void and pointing directly at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling, however, remained calm, his figure moving among the lightning and starlight as naturally as flowing clouds and water. The red bow in his hand was fully drawn again, and the arrow was surrounded by clouds, mist, stars, and lightning.

There was no fear in his eyes, only calm calculation and decision. He knew that this arrow must hit the vital point in order to completely end this battle.

Just when the light of the three-legged crow was about to touch Yang Ling, he released the bowstring. A brighter arrow than before streaked across the sky and went straight to the vital point of the demon prince.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on the arrow.

"Wow!"

The cry of the three-legged golden crow pierced the sky, and the sharp sound waves were like a physical attack, striking deep into Yang Ling's soul.

He just felt pain in his ears, and even a trace of blood seeped out of his ears.

At the same time, the arrow in his hand also lost control, deviated from its original trajectory that was aimed directly at the vital point, and shot towards the distant mountains.

There was a loud bang, and the force of the arrow to break through the air actually caused the mountain to collapse, rocks rolled down, dust flew, and the scene was in chaos.

Yang Ling frowned and quickly formed seals with his hands. The power of starlight condensed around his body, transforming into a starlight giant thousands of feet tall.

The giant's body is transparent, with stars twinkling inside him, as if he possesses the power of the entire starry sky.

The Starlight Giant slowly raised his huge palm and started a fierce melee with the Three-legged Golden Crow. Every collision was accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, and invisible waves rippled around, even the air was suppressed and whimpered.

The three-legged golden crow has an absolute advantage in this close-range combat.

Each of its blows was accompanied by blazing flames, which not only had incredible destructive power, but also had the ability to burn everything. Although the Starlight Giant was strong, under the flames, its body began to show signs of melting.

The battle lasted for a while, and although the three-legged crow's attack was strong, it began to show signs of fatigue. Its flames were no longer as hot as before, and its cry became a little hoarse.

Yang Ling found an opportunity and summoned the red bow which had also become huge. He condensed an extremely huge energy arrow and aimed it at the three-legged golden crow.

"Zheng~"

With a crisp sound of the string, the arrow carried the power of starlight, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, shooting straight towards the right wing of the three-legged golden crow.

The three-legged golden crow seemed to be aware of the danger. It flapped its wings frantically, trying to avoid the fatal blow, but it was too late.

The arrow hit the target accurately, and the huge right wing exploded instantly, with golden flames splashing everywhere.

The three-legged golden crow let out a shrill wail, its body swaying in the air, and its golden light began to dim rapidly.

The demon prince No. 4 didn't care and sneered. Suddenly, thirty-six black Zhoutian star flags appeared in the sky. Each flag was engraved with complicated star runes and flashed with mysterious light.

"Yang Ling, do you think you can defeat me?!"

The demon prince shouted loudly, and thirty-six flags waved at the same time, as if tearing the sky apart, drawing endless starlight power down, forming beams of light that were as real as substance, shooting directly at Yang Ling's starlight giant.

Under the impact of the star power, cracks began to appear on the body of the Starlight Giant. The starlight gradually dimmed, and finally shattered with a loud bang, turning into starlight spots all over the sky.

There was a hint of surprise in Yang Ling's eyes. He didn't expect that the demon prince had such a trump card.

He originally wanted to offer the Falling Treasure Money to take those black banners, but just as he was about to make a move, the demon prince had already put away the Zhoutian Star Banner in time, leaving him no chance.

Obviously, the demon prince had learned his lesson after losing the Ten-Day Heaven Refining Map, and he put the treasure away immediately after using it once.

Then a strong golden flame erupted around his body. It was the golden flame of the sun, which was hot enough to burn everything. The golden flame turned into golden firebirds, which rushed towards Yang Ling like an overwhelming force, as if they were going to burn the whole world to ashes.

Faced with such an attack, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless at all. He quickly used his body skills, and his figure shuttled through the flames like a phantom, narrowly avoiding the attacks of the golden flames of the sun.

The golden flames of the sun were like the blazing sun, illuminating the entire battlefield red. Yang Ling's figure was looming in the sea of ​​fire, and every time he dodged, he was struggling on the edge of life and death. The shrieks of the firebirds pierced his eardrums, and every time they flapped their wings, they brought up a raging wave of fire, as if to turn everything in the world into ashes.

“Yang Ling, you may have many tricks, but in front of my Great Sun Golden Flame, you are nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot.” The demon prince stood in the flames, like a fire god descending to the earth. “It’s not too late for you to admit defeat now! Otherwise, you will only die.”

Yang Ling's expression remained calm, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the threat from the demon prince at all.

He slowly took out an ancient gourd from his arms. There were ninety-nine and eighty-one runes carved on the surface of the gourd, and each of them flashed a strange red light.

"The Great Sun Golden Flame is indeed powerful, but I want to see if your flame can burn my Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd!"

Yang Ling curled up his lips into a cold smile and tapped the gourd lightly.

In an instant, streams of red sand gushed out from the mouth of the gourd. Each grain of sand emitted a heart-pounding wave, as if it could shake a person's soul.

The red sand expanded in the air and instantly turned into a dazzling galaxy. Every star in the galaxy was a grain of scattered red sand, flashing a strange light.

The expression of the demon prince instantly became solemn. He could feel the terrible power contained in the red sand. It was an attack directly aimed at the soul. Even a demon master like him did not dare to underestimate it.

The golden flames around his body became even hotter, as if they were going to burn everything into nothingness, but the red sands were like strange existences that were not bound by the laws of physics, shuttling through the flames and constantly approaching the demon prince.

The demon prince frowned, he knew that he had to get rid of the red sand as soon as possible, otherwise once the galaxy-like red sand invaded his body, his soul would be greatly shaken and might even suffer irreversible damage.

He took a deep breath, and all the strength in his body was concentrated to the extreme in an instant. The golden flame of the sun turned into golden fire phoenixes, colliding with the red sand.

Deafening roars erupted in the sky, and the battlefield where flames and red sand were intertwined was like a doomsday painting, a collision of light and shadow, and a contest between life and death.

The demon prince's expression became extremely complicated the moment he saw the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd. A trace of shock flashed across his eyes, followed by greed that was difficult to conceal.

"It seems that the rumors are true. The treasure of Ancestor Hongyun has really fallen into your hands. This means that the Hongmeng Purple Qi is also in your hands?" The voice of the demon prince trembled a little, and he was obviously shaken by the scene before him.

Yang Ling's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile. He looked at the demon prince curiously, as if he was a little surprised by his reaction: "This is something that everyone in the prehistoric world knows. Are you so uninformed?"

However, thinking that the demon clan had been staying in the barren Uttarakuru, Yang Ling felt relieved.

There is a shortage of resources in Uttarakuru, and the demon tribe does not communicate frequently with the outside world, so news is naturally cut off.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in the eyes of the demon prince, but this emotion was soon replaced by desire and greed.

He knew very well that if he could obtain the treasure of Ancestor Hongyun, or even the Hongmeng Purple Qi, his strength would make a qualitative leap, and he might even be able to impact the legendary position of saint!

Once he becomes a saint, let alone reviving the Demon Court, it would not be difficult for the entire demon race to regain its prosperity of the ancient times.

"Kill!" The demon prince shouted, and the golden flames of the sun all over his body burst out again with even hotter flames.

The golden flames seemed to melt everything between heaven and earth. Even the red sand floating in the air began to appear unstable, as if they could be swallowed by the blazing flames at any time.

The mocking look in Yang Ling's eyes became even stronger. He was not afraid of the threat from the demon prince.

He lightly shook the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd in his hand, and more soul-dispersing red sand gushed out, transforming into red sand sea, which fought against the golden flame of the sun.

The two forces collided violently in the air, and the interweaving of flames and red sand produced a huge explosion. The entire battlefield was shocked by the impact of this force.

The attack of the demon prince became more and more fierce, and the golden flame of the sun was like a blazing flame under the scorching sun, constantly trying to devour everything.

Yang Ling responded calmly. The power in the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd seemed to be endless. The red sand shuttled through the flames, constantly eroding the power of the demon prince.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

Seeing the urgent situation of the battle, the Black Crow Demon God became extremely anxious. He flapped his wings, wanting to rush to the front line to help the Demon Prince.

However, just as he was about to join the battlefield, the Nine Skies Cloud Star Array suddenly activated. Countless clouds squirmed like living things, thunder shuttled through them, and stars flickered, forming invisible restraints that trapped the Black Crow Demon God in place.

The clouds rolled, the thunder roared, the stars shone brightly, and every time the Black Crow Demon God tried to struggle, he would be met with a more violent counterattack, causing him unbearable pain and inability to extricate himself.

In the field, the demon prince saw the Black Crow Demon God trapped, and he was anxious, but he had no time to be distracted. A golden feather blade suddenly appeared in his hand, the blade emitting a dazzling light, extremely sharp, as if it could cut through everything.

The demon prince wielded the golden feather blade and easily cut down the stars in the sky. Every time the sword fell, hundreds of stars transformed from red sand were chopped into pieces and turned into countless points of light that dissipated into the void.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged upon seeing this. He quickly formed seals with his hands and used the secret technique of "Soldier". An invisible force instantly controlled the golden feather blade in the hands of the demon prince.

Under the astonished gaze of the demon prince, the golden feather blade suddenly flew out of his hand, and the tip of the blade turned and pointed at him. Under Yang Ling's control, nine red stars fell like meteors and hit the demon prince.

The demon prince was caught off guard and was hit by nine stars in succession. Each star was like a heavy hammer, smashing his body to the point of crumbling. His soul was shaken, and pain was clearly evident on his face.

Taking advantage of the fact that his soul was under great impact and it was difficult to condense strength in a short period of time, Yang Ling attacked again. The red sand in the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd surged out like a tide, turning into red sandstorms, gradually suppressing the golden flames of the demon prince and constantly eroding his defenses.

The figure of the demon prince was looming in the red sand. A stern look flashed in his eyes, and the initial contempt was gone.

Seeing that the situation was not favorable to him, the demon prince's face darkened. He knew that he could not delay any longer. His eyes shot towards the sky like a sharp arrow. The sun hanging in the sky seemed to sense his will and began to slowly descend, merging into the golden flame above his head.

As the sun and the golden flame combined, the demon prince's momentum began to rise wildly, and the hot breath even caused the air to begin to distort. The sun and golden flame formed a huge fireball around him, which was so powerful that cracks began to appear in the surrounding space.

Yang Ling saw this change and knew that he could no longer hold back. He flipped his hands and took out an ancient treasure lotus lantern from his arms. Although the treasure lotus lantern was already weak, the colorful light was still mysterious and exuded a faint glow.

He blew gently towards the Precious Lotus Lantern, and the colorful lights suddenly surged, turning into colorful light curtains, wrapping Yang Ling tightly and resisting the invasion of the Big Sun's Golden Flame. The flames collided with the light curtains, making crackling sounds, and the air was filled with a burning and sacred atmosphere.

In this war of attrition that was visible to the naked eye, Yang Ling's brows suddenly frowned slightly, and he actually sensed a ray of mysterious Taoism.

A wisp of purple air evolved before his eyes. It was actually the primordial purple air that evolved into infinite great laws in his heart, all of which were related to fire.

The mysteries of various flames flooded into his mind.

Yang Ling closed his eyes instinctively, concentrating on comprehending the laws of fire, trying to break through his own limits at this critical moment of life and death.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Deep in Yang Ling's soul, a spark was slowly growing. It absorbed the essence of the Great Sun's Golden Flame, constantly condensing, and gradually turning into the True Fire of the Sun.

The true fire of the sun is the purest and hottest flame between heaven and earth. It can burn all impurities, purify everything, and even refine the laws. It is the supreme among flames.

Around Yang Ling's body, the colorful light curtain gradually blended into the essence of the sun's true fire, and the color of the light curtain began to become deeper, as if it contained endless power.

This power condensed into a flame-shaped seed, which soon took root and sprouted, growing into a Tao tree, and then bloomed Tao flowers and produced a Tao fruit.

The Tao Fruit is also in the shape of a flame. It is the Heavenly Fire Tao Fruit that can control all flames.

The demon prince sensed the flow of the Dao rhyme, and was shocked to see Yang Ling comprehending the Dao in battle. He roared, and used all his strength to activate the Great Sun Golden Flame, trying to defeat Yang Ling completely before he could fully comprehend it.

However, just as he was about to launch the final attack, Yang Ling opened his eyes, and the light of the sun's true fire flashed in his eyes.

He waved his right hand, and the essence of the sun's true fire turned into a flaming sword energy, directly cutting through the void and slashing towards the demon prince.

Under this sword, the demon prince's golden flame began to melt rapidly, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. He looked at the approaching flaming sword energy in horror, feeling an unprecedented threat.

Finally, the flaming sword energy collided with the golden flame of the demon prince, bursting out with unprecedented brilliance, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in this dazzling light.

The dazzling light gradually dissipated, and everything on the battlefield returned to calm.

The colorful auspicious clouds above Yang Ling's head slowly rotated. On the clouds, a graceful Taoist tree was quietly planted with lush branches and leaves. The hanging Heavenly Fire Taoist Fruit exuded a hot and sacred light.

This Taoist tree is the symbol of Yang Ling's realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal. Each leaf contains profound laws of fire, and each petal represents a deep understanding of the Tao of fire.

Yang Ling just smiled lightly, and the Dao Tree shook lightly. The originally extremely hot flames, whether it was the Great Sun Golden Flame or his own Sun True Fire, were extinguished in this instant, as if they had never existed.

The shock of the Demon Prince at this moment was beyond words. His Great Sun Golden Flame was his masterpiece, but it was so vulnerable to the slight shaking of the tree. This filled him with disbelief.

Before he recovered from his shock, Yang Ling had already started his next move. With a light wave of his hands, the red sand in the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd turned into brilliant galaxies and swept towards the demon prince like a wild horse.

Every grain of red sand in the galaxy carries the power to tear apart the soul. They dance in the void, forming a magnificent doomsday picture.

The demon prince couldn't believe it, and his body kept retreating, trying to escape from the red sand star river. But no matter how he struggled, the red sand always followed him closely.

His eyes were filled with fear. He knew that if the red sand invaded his body, his spirit would suffer a devastating blow and he might even lose his soul.

A feeling of despair surged in the heart of the demon prince; his power seemed so small and powerless at this moment.

Not long ago, he had a high opinion of himself and believed that Yang Ling was not strong enough to be his enemy. He did not expect that the other party already had the power to defeat him!

"This matter is not over yet!"

The demon prince shouted loudly, and his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a few golden feathers in his place.

Yang Ling frowned, and his divine sense could no longer sense any trace of the demon prince.

The prince of the ancient demon court escaped!

(End of this chapter)