Chapter 221 Lu Ya Taoist
"Your Highness..."

The wings of the Black Crow Demon God frantically flapped, his eyes filled with disbelief. His Royal Highness actually escaped, this was something he had never imagined.

His body collided with the restraints of the Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Array. Every collision made him feel bone-piercing pain, but the array did not move at all and he could not escape.

Yang Ling looked at this scene, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "It seems that your master doesn't want you anymore! Black Crow Demon God, this is your fate."

When the trapped Black Crow Demon God heard this, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. His master fled the battlefield, leaving him alone to face the enemy. This betrayal made his heart feel like it was cut by a sharp blade.

At this moment, the Xiqu Demon God who had been hiding in the dark suddenly jumped out, with a relieved smile on his face: "Haha, I knew that Lord Yang Ling would win!!"

The rage of the Black Crow Demon God was like a volcano erupting, his eyes spewing out anger that almost ignited the air: "Xiqu, you traitor! I want you dead!"

As he cursed, black smoke rose out of the body of the Black Crow Demon God and transformed into a huge black smoke claw, which pounced straight on the Rhino Demon God, intending to kill him.

The face of the Xiqu Demon God turned pale instantly, and his body retreated backwards, but he knew that he could not escape the attack of the black smoke claws.

At the critical moment, a cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes, and a huge red bow appeared in his hand.

He drew his bow and drew his arrow, a powerful force condensing on the arrow. His movements were swift and accurate, and the dark red energy arrow shot directly at the Black Crow Demon God like an arrow released from a string.

The arrow cut through the air with irresistible force, accurately hitting the chest of the Black Crow Demon God. The black smoke claws dissipated instantly under this blow, and the body of the Black Crow Demon God flew backwards as if hit by a heavy hammer, and hit the formation heavily.

The Black Crow Demon God's eyes showed an expression of disbelief. His power was so weak under this arrow. His body was restrained by the formation and could not move. He could only watch Yang Ling slowly approaching.

Yang Ling had a smile of victory on his face, and he stared coldly at the Black Crow Demon God: "Do you still want to resist? Your master has already abandoned you."

The lips of the Black Crow Demon God trembled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only lower his head helplessly and smiled miserably: "Kill me, I will not betray the demon race!"

Yang Ling looked at the Black Crow Demon God expressionlessly, with a hint of determination in his eyes. He knew that although the enemy in front of him was powerless to save the situation, if he left behind troubles, it would become a big problem in the future. He flipped his right hand, and the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd appeared in his palm. With a slight shake, endless soul-dispersing red sand swept out like a storm, instantly submerging the figure of the Black Crow Demon God.

The Black Crow Demon God struggled to escape, but the red sand seemed to have life, tightly wrapped around him, and no matter how he struggled, he could not get rid of it. In the end, wrapped in the red sand, his figure completely disappeared inside the gourd.

Seeing this, Xiqu Demon God was startled, and hurried forward, bowed and congratulated: "Lord Yang Ling is wise and brave, today's battle will surely be passed down through the ages!"

Yang Ling glanced at him calmly without saying anything. He put away the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, then waved his hand to undo the Nine Skies Cloud Sky Star Array. With the dissolution of the array, the world returned to peace, with only the glittering golden Sun Chaser quietly parked aside, as if waiting for its owner to drive.

Yang Ling's eyes fell on the Sun Chaser, and his heart moved. He turned to the Rhinoceros Demon God and said calmly: "Drive, take me to the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm."

Hearing this, Xiqu Demon God nodded in agreement as if he had been pardoned, and hurried forward to drive the Sun Chaser. As the wheels rolled, the Sun Chaser turned into a golden light, like a dazzling sun, breaking through the clouds and speeding towards the direction of the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm.

As the wheel rotated, the surrounding scenery quickly receded. Yang Ling closed his eyes and rested, feeling the power brought by the Dao tree in his body. He knew that the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm contained endless mysteries, and he would continue his path of cultivation there.

The Sun-Chasing Car is like a messenger traveling through time and space, leaving behind a trail of golden tracks and speeding forward towards an unknown secret realm.

In the car, Yang Ling closed his eyes and thought, his mind had already begun planning his next move.

The inside of the Zhuri car was quiet and solemn. Yang Ling's brows were slightly furrowed. His mind was immersed in the battle just now, and he repeatedly pondered every detail.

He realized that although he eventually won the duel with the Demon Prince and the Black Crow Demon God, the several attacks and defenses in the process were extremely dangerous and he consumed too much mana.

Especially when using the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, he almost exhausted all his magic power, which made him realize that he still had a lot of room for improvement in the allocation and control of magic power.

But now he has been promoted to Taiyi Golden Immortal, his magic power is endless, and he no longer has to worry about running out of magic power.

He recalled the scene when he used the Red Bow in battle. Although the power contained in the dark red energy arrow was very huge, Yang Ling knew that if he could add more secret techniques to the arrow, such as combining the power of wind and thunder, the attack might be more deadly and faster.

Yang Ling's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the Sun Chaser, and a flash of enlightenment flashed through his mind. In future battles, he must use the magic weapons and secret techniques he has mastered more flexibly to achieve the effect of defeating the majority with the minority and the strong with the weak.

While immersed in this thought, Yang Ling's mind suddenly shook. He felt that the Dao Tree in his body had grown significantly after this battle, and his realm seemed to have improved as a result. This feeling made him feel an indescribable joy.

Yang Ling turned his gaze to the window. Through the golden light, he seemed to be able to see the vague outline of the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm. He was looking forward to absorbing the Sun's True Fire even more. He believed that the magical power would take his cultivation to a higher level.

However, in addition to this expectation, Yang Ling also felt a little uneasy. He knew that his family must be worried about him, and they might still be anxiously waiting for news of the battle.

Thinking of this, Yang Ling took out a jade slip from his arms, gathered a trace of magic power on his fingertips, and gently engraved some thoughts. Then, he injected a ray of spiritual power into the jade slip, turning it into a stream of light, penetrating the carriage, rushing straight into the sky, and flying towards the direction where Chaoge was.

As the Sun-Chasing Car continued to speed forward, Yang Ling's heart also flew towards his distant home along with the jade slip.

……

The morning in Chaoge City is like an elegant ink painting, peaceful yet full of vitality.

The eastern sky gradually turned pale, and a faint blush quietly stained the clouds, indicating that a new day was coming. The crowing of chickens and barking of dogs in the city broke the tranquility of the night and awakened the sleeping people.

On the streets, early-rising vendors have already begun their busy day. They push carts loaded with fresh vegetables and fruits, slowly moving forward along the bluestone road, occasionally shouting a few times, their voices sounding particularly crisp in the early morning air.

In the fields outside the city, farmers carried hoes and stepped on the morning dew to start a new day of work. The green crops swayed gently in the breeze, exuding bursts of fresh earthy scent.

The city's bazaars also began to bustle, with vendors displaying a wide variety of goods, from fine silk to practical pottery. The vendors' cries and customers' bargaining intertwined into a lively symphony of the market.

In a corner of Chaoge City, several children were chasing and playing in an open field. Their laughter was clear and innocent, adding a bit of vitality to this ancient city.

By the river, women washing clothes have begun their day's work. The sounds of mallets and water splashing are intertwined, accompanied by the sound of them chatting about family matters, forming a warm and simple picture of life.

As the sun gradually rises higher, the morning in Chaoge City gradually becomes lively, but the tranquility and harmony always linger in everyone's heart, making people feel the beauty and peace of life.

In Chaoge City, the morning light was just beginning to shine, and Yunhua was busy in the kitchen, skillfully stirring the ingredients in the pot, and the aroma filled the air. Today, she got up early on purpose to prepare a hearty breakfast for Yang Jian and Yang Chan.

At the dinner table, Yang Jian and Yang Chan sat opposite each other. The brother and sister ate breakfast while bickering with each other.

"Yang Chan, how was your sword practice yesterday? Don't always think about skipping classes." Yang Jian looked at his sister jokingly while chewing his food.

"Hmph, brother, you only know how to laugh at me. I have learned new sword moves yesterday. If you dare to look down on me, I will fight you!" Yang Chan retorted unwillingly, with a challenging gleam in her eyes.

Yang Jian laughed after hearing this: "Okay, then we'll have a fight later. Don't cry if you lose."

Yang Chan pursed her lips in anger, "You only know how to bully me. When daddy is not at home, you become even more lawless. When he comes back, I will tell him."

Seeing that his sister was about to cry, Yang Jian quickly waved his hands: "Alright, alright, I was just kidding you. Don't cry, don't cry. I won't dare to do it again."

Yang Chan snorted, but still wiped her eyes and continued eating breakfast.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a little, Yang Jian turned to Yun Hua and asked curiously, "Mother, why hasn't Dad come back for so long?"

Yunhua smiled and put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looking at his son gently: "The place where your father is going is full of dangers, but also full of opportunities. He knows his limits, you don't have to worry too much. Besides, you know your father's strength, he will definitely be safe."

Yang Jian nodded. Although he was still a little worried, he knew that Yun Hua was right. His father Yang Ling's strength was indeed unfathomable, and he should be able to deal with various dangers.

At this moment, Yunhua suddenly felt a slight movement. She stretched out her hand and waved it gently. The spiritual power condensed in the air turned into a stream of light and slowly fell into her palm.

It was a jade slip, sent by Yang Ling.

Yunhua opened the jade slip with a solemn expression, and a message was directly transmitted into her consciousness. She first showed a relieved smile on her face, but then it was replaced by worry.

In the jade slip, Yang Ling recounted his ascension to Taiyi Golden Immortal and his plan to continue his journey to the Nine Yang Spring Secret Realm.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Yang Jian noticed Yunhua's abnormality, put down his chopsticks and asked with concern.

Yun Hua took a deep breath, smiled and said to his children: "Your father has sent news. He is safe and sound, and is now heading to the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm to continue his cultivation."

Upon hearing this news, Yang Chan also put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, with a trace of worry in her eyes: "I heard that the Nine Sun Spring Secret Realm is full of dangers. Will Daddy..."

"Don't worry, Chan'er, Daddy is so powerful, nothing will happen." Yang Jian interrupted his sister, his voice full of firmness and confidence.

Yun Hua looked at the two children tenderly, nodded, and said with a hint of determination: "Your father is indeed very powerful, but this does not mean that we can let down our guard. You still need to practice harder and don't be lazy."

Yang Jian and Yang Chan looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They answered in unison: "Yes, mother."

Yun Hua stood up, with a sharp light in his eyes: "In that case, I will personally teach you the way of the sword today. You go to the martial arts field to prepare first, I will be there later."

The brother and sister immediately stood up, walked out of the dining room with expectation, and went to the study. On the wall of the study hung a picture of mountains and rivers, which was where they practiced.

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Beijuluzhou
The barren and desolate mountains, like a painting without life, silently stretch across the vast land. Here, perhaps once there were mountains and peaks, full of vitality, but now there are only exposed rocks and cracked surfaces, witnessing the ruthlessness of time and the changes of nature.

The outline of the mountain range looks particularly cold under the gray sky, and the ridges are as sharp as if they were cut by a knife. On the mountain, the rocks are exposed, severely weathered, and full of cracks. The once lush vegetation is no longer there, and only scattered dead grass sways in the wind, making rustling sounds, adding a bit of desolation. In the barren and desolate mountains, a slightly dilapidated majestic palace stands silently, and its existence brings a touch of mystery and solemnity to this dead land.

The outer wall of the palace is made of huge stones. The erosion of the years has made the wall mottled, and mosses and vines cling to it, covering this ancient building with a layer of green. The palace gate is closed, and the copper rings and carvings on the door are rusty, but it still can't hide its former glory.

A golden light streaked across the sky, like a falling meteor, and slammed into the desolate mountains of Northern Juluzhou. The golden light gradually dissipated, and a figure emerged from it. It was the prince of the demon clan.

His face was twisted, full of anger and unwillingness. His clothes were torn and bloody, and it was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle. His eyes were red, like a burning flame, glaring at the surroundings.

“Yang Ling!!” the demon prince roared, his voice like thunder, shaking in the dead silent mountains.

Soon, several figures descended from the sky and landed around the prince of the demon clan. They were several Daluo Jinxians among the demon clan.

Seeing the embarrassed demon prince, their eyes were filled with confusion and worry, and they all started asking questions.

"Your Highness, what's going on? Where are the two demon gods Bifang and Mo Ya?" a Daluo Jinxian with emerald green wings asked anxiously.

The demon prince's chest rose and fell violently. He endured the pain in his body and said in a hoarse voice: "We were ambushed by the disciples of the Human Cult. Yang Ling's strength is unfathomable. Bifang and Mo Ya... They have died in the battle!"

The faces of the surrounding demons changed drastically when they heard this. Bifang and Mo Ya were both powerful demons, and now they died in battle. This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the demons.

A trace of grief and resentment flashed in the eyes of the demon prince, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Ling has the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersion Gourd in his hand, which is extremely powerful, and Bifang and Mo Ya have been taken in by him.

I was seriously injured and could only tear the space apart to escape, otherwise I would die in vain."

After hearing this, the Golden Immortals of the Demon Clan looked at each other in bewilderment. They knew that this loss was a heavy blow to the Demon Clan, and they would face more difficulties and challenges in the days to come.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" asked a slender banshee, her eyes full of worry.

The demon prince took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His eyes became firm and cold: "The Sun's True Fire must not be lost. You must go with me to stop that guy!"

Upon hearing this, all the Golden Immortals of the demon clan nodded.

Although they had different ideas in their hearts, they were particularly united at this moment.

The demon prince waved his hand and asked all the demons to prepare quickly. They set out together half an hour later.

After the demon gods transformed into rays of light and rushed towards the demon clan's territory, the demon clan prince's face became even more gloomy.

The demon prince stepped into the hall. The hall was dark and damp, with only a few faint rays of light coming in from the tall windows.

A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the demon prince. He took out a stick of incense from his sleeve, lit it and inserted it into the incense burner. Thick smoke and fragrance filled the air. As the smoke rose, the smoke gradually transformed into the figure of a Taoist priest.

The Taoist was wearing a green Taoist robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword on his back. He had a serious face and a sharp gaze.

If Yang Ling was present, he would definitely be able to recognize that this Taoist was the Taoist Lu Ya, the immortal from West Kunlun.

Taoist Lu Ya was wearing a Taoist robe, with a serious face and a gaze like lightning. He looked around and finally his eyes fell on the prince of the demon clan. He asked in a deep voice: "What happened? Why did you summon me?"

The demon prince took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and told the story of what had happened before truthfully.

After hearing this, Taoist Lu Ya frowned and his face was as gloomy as water. He scolded: "You useless thing, a great Golden Immortal actually let a human child tease you like this. You are the prince of the demon race, but you can't control the situation. You are really useless!"

When the demon prince heard such a rebuke, his face changed, and he was filled with shame and anger. He clenched his fists, his body trembled, and anger burned in his chest. He gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Ya, you and I are one, what qualifications do you have to rebuke me?!"

Taoist Lu Ya's voice was like a cold winter wind, piercing through the smoke and smoke straight into the heart of the demon prince: "What do you want?"

The demon prince raised his head, his eyes burning with anger, his voice was firm and cold: "I want Yang Ling dead! I want the treasures on him, especially the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd. I want to get the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and in the future I want to become a saint, transcend the Three Realms, and be free from any constraints!"

When Taoist Lu Ya heard this, his face became even gloomier, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly said: "Your ambition is not small, but this is not an easy task. Yang Ling is a disciple of the Human Sect. If his life is in danger, the saint may help him. If you want to deal with him, you must have a foolproof plan."

The demon prince clenched his fists and was silent for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "What should I do? Should I just let Yang Ling go?"

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he slowly said: "Let him go? That's impossible. However, we must plan before we act.

He wants to steal the Sun's True Fire, so we can do something about it."

A glimmer of excitement flashed in the eyes of the demon prince: "You mean..."

Taoist Lu Ya smiled slightly and continued, "Yes, we can set up an ambush quietly first! He just won a great victory and will definitely be off guard. That will be a good time for us to take action."

After hearing this, the demon prince showed a satisfied smile on his face and nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say.

I will send out my strongest demon god and make sure it succeeds in one fell swoop!"

Taoist Lu Ya reminded him again: "Remember, all actions must be cautious and no mistakes can be made. Otherwise, if we alarm the saints of the human sect, we will all be doomed."

The demon prince replied in a deep voice: "I understand. I will not make any mistakes this time. I will plan and supervise it myself and will not leave any chance for Yang Ling."

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes were like torches, and his voice was cold and stern: "Did you collect any hair, blood essence, etc. from Yang Ling during the fight? If the ambush fails, we can still use the Seven Arrows Book to curse him to death."

When the demon prince heard this, a cunning light flashed in his eyes. He nodded and said in a low voice: "I left a drop of Yang Ling's blood. This thing has been secretly sent to West Kunlun by my trusted men."

When Taoist Lu Ya heard this, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He nodded gently: "Very good, this way, our chances of winning have increased a little more."

The Seven Arrows Book is an extremely vicious spell. Once it is cast, even the Golden Immortal will not be able to escape.

The demon prince's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and his voice was filled with a hint of crazy expectation: "As long as we can get rid of Yang Ling and seize the treasure on him, the revival of our demon clan is just around the corner."

Taoist Lu Ya's eyes also revealed a hint of anticipation. He slowly said, "If we can obtain the treasures on Yang Ling's body, especially the Falling Treasure Gold and the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersing Gourd, the strength of our demon race will be greatly increased, and the hope of revival will naturally be brighter."

The demon prince stood up, his eyes burning with ambition: "I will personally supervise this operation and will not allow any mistakes. Yang Ling, your doom is coming soon!"

Taoist Lu Ya nodded slightly, his figure gradually faded in the smoke and finally disappeared, leaving only a room full of rich fragrance and the determined and gloomy face of the demon prince.

The demon prince turned and left the hall, his steps were heavy and firm, every step seemed to be on the road of revenge in his heart. He knew that this time, he had to succeed, otherwise the future of the demon clan would be bleak.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too greedy!"

The True Fire of the Sun is of vital importance to the demon prince. It is the path to promotion he has prepared for himself and must not be lost.

……

West Kunlun has been a holy land for immortals since ancient times. Its scenery is magnificent and mysterious, transcending this world.

The sky is clear and transparent, as if it can cleanse people's hearts. The white clouds are floating, sometimes gathering into a sea, sometimes scattering into a veil, drifting with the wind, changing unpredictably.

The mountains are majestic, with overlapping peaks, steep yet beautiful. The mountains are always shrouded in clouds and mist, as if covered with a mysterious veil. The sun shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the top of the mountain, forming beams of light, decorating the mountain like a fairyland.

There are many exotic flowers and plants in the mountains, which bloom all year round and compete with each other for beauty. Fairy flowers bloom, emitting bursts of refreshing fragrance; magical herbs sway, flashing a faint spiritual light.

The stream is gurgling and clear, running through the mountains like a jade belt. The stream water is sweet and refreshing. There are many strange rocks beside the stream, with different shapes, some like beasts, some like fairies, lifelike.

Deep in the West Kunlun Mountains, there are many immortal caves hidden, with clouds and mist lingering at the entrances, and spiritual energy is overwhelming. In the caves, immortal energy is everywhere, and rare treasures can be seen everywhere.

Taoist Lu Ya sat cross-legged in the cave, his eyes slightly closed, and a faint green light surrounded his body. His consciousness wandered in the void, and he carefully recalled the conversation he had just had with the prince of the demon clan. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and the light of wisdom flashed in his deep eyes.

He stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and there seemed to be a trace of magical power fluctuations in the air, and then an ancient scroll appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Taoist Lu Ya blew a breath gently, and the scroll slowly unfolded, revealing the densely packed portraits of demons and gods inside. These portraits were vivid and lifelike, and each demon god was lifelike, as if it could jump out of the scroll at any time.

His eyes quickly scanned the portraits, and finally stopped at a dignified and majestic portrait of the Demon Saint. He took a deep breath and said in a low and solemn voice: "Respectfully invite the Demon Saint Bai Ze to appear."

As he finished speaking, the image of the Bai Ze Demon Saint in the scroll began to ripple with light waves, as if a stone had been dropped into the water. The light waves became more and more intense, and finally a figure wearing a white robe and with an elegant temperament emerged from the scroll.

The eyes of the Demon Saint Bai Ze were like lightning. He looked around and then his gaze fell on Taoist Lu Ya. His voice was steady and powerful: "Lu Ya, why did you summon me?"

Taoist Lu Ya nodded slightly, and briefly told Demon Saint Bai Ze what had happened to the demon prince and the general plan. Finally, his voice was filled with a hint of inquiry: "Is there any risk in this action?"

After listening to Taoist Lu Ya's narration, Demon Saint Bai Ze frowned slightly, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Although this plan is good, the risks should not be underestimated. Yang Ling is not a trivial person, and there are people who support him behind the scenes. If the action fails, the consequences will be disastrous."

(End of this chapter)