Chapter 224 Yin Yang Tai Chi
At the moment the starry sky disappeared, countless stars shattered into countless points of light and dissipated into the void like a destroyed dream.

The two demon gods, Xiqu and Qiongqi, looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and anxiety. Facing the strength of the demon prince, they knew that even Yang Ling would not be able to win easily.

"Lord Yang Ling, the situation is extremely unfavorable to us right now. It would be better for us to retreat first. As long as we have the green mountains, we will be able to survive." The Xiqu Demon God said to Yang Ling with a trembling voice.

Qiongqi Demon God also eagerly agreed: "Yes, Lord Yang Ling, your life is more important than anything else. We can find another opportunity to compete with the demon prince."

However, Yang Ling was calm. He glanced at the two demon gods with a sharp gaze and said calmly, "No need to say more. I have my own plans. You two go and hold back the demon prince first, and I will deal with the other nine demon gods."

Upon hearing this, Xiqu and Qiongqi were filled with anxiety, but they also knew that this was not the time to hesitate.

They looked at each other. Although they were both very uneasy, they could only obey Yang Ling's orders. They both said in unison: "Yes, sir!"

After saying that, the Xiqu Demon God and the Qiongqi Demon God quickly mobilized the power in their bodies, transformed into two streams of light, and rushed towards the demon prince.

They burst out with all their strength, trying to use their own power to restrain this extremely powerful demon.

Seeing this, the demon prince's eyes flashed with sarcasm. He did not take Xiqu and Qiongqi seriously. The golden flames of the sun around his body became even hotter, as if they could burn everything. He snorted coldly and faced the two rushing lights.

At the same time, Yang Ling moved and turned into a sword light, rushing directly towards the remaining nine demon gods. He swung the Starlight Sword in his hand again, and each sword contained the power to destroy the stars. As the sword light flashed, countless star swords surged towards the nine demon gods like a tide.

The nine demon gods were somewhat surprised to see Yang Ling challenge them alone, but they were more angry. They roared and used their strongest magic to fight against Yang Ling's Star Sword.

The battle unfolded on the ruins of this starry sky. Although the stars were shattered, the battle here became more intense.

The fragments of the starry sky were scattered in the void, and the roars of the nine demon gods shook the chaos. The star flags in their hands were like artifacts that controlled the movement of the stars, and the starlight on the flags was spinning faster and faster, as if it was about to tear the sky apart.

As their power gathered, the light on the Star Banner became more and more dazzling, and a huge starlight sword condensed into shape in the void. The sword body flowed with the light of the stars, as if it could cut off the shackles of the universe.

“Kill him!” The Jade Demon God roared, and took the lead in waving the Qingxuan fan in his hand, guiding the giant sword to cut towards Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's face was solemn. He knew that this sword contained all the power of the nine demon gods, and it was definitely not an easy thing to deal with. He then danced the Starlight Sword in his hand, and used the Grass Sword Technique to the extreme. The sword energy was crisscrossed, turning into sharp sword nets, trying to block the giant sword.

However, when the sword net collided with the giant sword, Yang Ling felt a huge pressure. Although the grass sword technique was exquisite, it seemed a little insufficient in front of this force. The sword net was torn apart, the sword energy was suppressed, and Yang Ling had to retreat again and again.

Seeing this, the Jade Demon God showed an ecstatic look on his face. He shouted loudly, encouraging the other demon gods: "Everyone, go all out, today is the day when Yang Ling will be destroyed!"

Upon hearing this, the morale of the nine demon gods was boosted. They worked together again, and the power in the Star Banner surged like a tide. The giant sword slashed down again, with even greater force and brighter starlight, as if it would cut the starry sky in half again.

In the starry sky above Yang Ling's head, colorful clouds appeared, and colorful lights flowed, as if a god had descended. He tried to use the power of the clouds to resist the terrifying sword, but the destructive power brought by the giant sword was too strong. Although the clouds were beautiful, they were shattered under the impact of the giant sword and could not block the devastating blow.

Yang Ling's eyes were full of calmness. Although the situation was critical, he was not panicked at all. He knew that at this moment, he had to retreat in order to find a chance to defeat the enemy.

As a result, his figure was erratic, like a nebula shuttling across the battlefield, and every time the giant sword came slashing, he was able to avoid it with the minimum cost.

In the starry sky, the sound of sword lights and giant swords colliding continued.

Under the bright starlight, an ancient Taoist tree quietly emerged in the auspicious cloud above Yang Ling's head. Its lush branches and winding trunk seemed to bear the vicissitudes of endless years. On the Taoist tree, there were crystal clear Heavenly Fire Taoist fruits, each of which contained the power to destroy everything.

As Yang Ling's mind moved, the Dao Tree swayed gently, and the Heavenly Fire Dao Fruits fell one by one, connecting with the Great Sun Golden Flame beside the Demon Prince, instantly triggering an incomparably hot sea of ​​flames.

The flames not only have the power of destruction, but also a sacred force that can purify everything. It burns all impurities and purifies the chaos of the battlefield.

Under the influence of this force, the offensive of the nine demon gods was obviously disrupted, the light on their star banners became dim, and the sharpness of the giant starlight swords gradually dissipated.

Yang Ling did not miss this opportunity. He silently chanted a spell in his heart, and two images of highly accomplished Taoists suddenly appeared beside him. One was Manjusri Taoist, with a sharp eye and holding the Static Dao Fruit. Once it was sacrificed, the surrounding time and space seemed to freeze; the other was Jade Ding Zhenren, with a solemn expression and the Heavenly Sword Dao Fruit in his hand shining brightly. Wherever the sword light went, nothing could be left uncut.

Manjusri Taoist was the first to attack. He gently turned the Static Dao Fruit in his hand, and immediately formed a static field on the battlefield. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the movements of the nine demon gods slowed down. They looked terrified, but they could not escape this sudden restraint.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jade Ding Zhenren waved the Heavenly Sword Dao Fruit in his hand, and endless sword lights fell from the sky, pouring down like a meteor shower. Each sword light was extremely sharp and slashed towards the nine demon gods.

Under the influence of the Static Dao Fruit, the nine demon gods were unable to effectively resist and were hit by the sword light, suffering injuries one after another, with demon blood splattering. Their roars sounded particularly shrill in the static space, but they could not change their fate of being pierced by the sword light.

At this moment, the sun above the demon prince's head suddenly lit up, a sun that was hotter and more dazzling than before. The golden flame on his body seemed to have gained new life, and with an indescribable power, it suddenly broke through the static space.

Under the big sun, the figure of the demon prince became blurred and distorted, as if his connection with the starry sky was being re-established, and his power was unprecedentedly strengthened at this moment.

Yang Ling frowned slightly, and the Starlight Sword in his hand danced again.

"The Great Method of Transformation!" Yang Ling shouted in a low voice, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth seemed to gather at this moment.

As his magic power circulated, a figure exactly like the demon prince formed in front of him. There was also a dazzling sun above his head, emitting golden flames that illuminated the entire battlefield.

When the demon gods saw this scene, they were immediately shocked. Their eyes wandered between Yang Ling and his incarnation, wondering what kind of magical power Yang Ling had used to be able to so miraculously copy the image of the demon prince.

The demon prince was furious when he saw this. His voice was filled with anger and disbelief: "Yang Ling, how dare you tease me with such a trick!"

Yang Ling, however, remained calm. He glanced at the demon prince indifferently, then formed a seal again. His magic power surged again, and another figure appeared beside him. It was the Bifang demon god, with the sun above his head and his momentum undiminished.

The three of them stood in a line, and the two incarnations in front of Yang Ling simultaneously cast the Great Sun Golden Flame and the Southern Ming Fire. The flames gathered into a sea of ​​fire, surrounding the nine demon gods.

The scorching flames burned them so painfully that their demonic powers were greatly suppressed. Their originally fierce offensive became inadequate in the face of the fire.

The nine demon gods were in great pain. They struggled in the sea of ​​fire, trying to find a way out, but no matter how they cast their magic, they could not break through the fire trap formed by Yang Ling's incarnation.

Yang Ling looked at the nine demon gods trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had an absolute advantage at the moment, and as long as he added one last blow, he could completely turn the tide of the battle.

At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if an invisible blade was tearing his soul apart. His face suddenly changed, and his breath instantly weakened a lot.

Under the impact of this sudden pain, the two helpers he created also collapsed and turned into starlight that dissipated into the void.

The nine demon gods saw this, although they didn't understand why, the Jade Demon God immediately realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Strike him while he's weak! This is a godsend opportunity. Fight back with all your might!"

Upon hearing this, the demon gods were energized as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They all waved the star flags in their hands and released wave after wave of attacks that were more violent than the last.

The giant starlight sword condensed again, carrying the power to destroy the world, and slashed towards Yang Ling.

Although Yang Ling's soul was injured at this time, he still maintained a trace of clarity.

He knew that now he could only rely on the Seven-Colored Celebration Cloud for defense to gain a chance to catch his breath. So, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his soul, and condensed layers of Seven-Colored Celebration Cloud to wrap himself tightly.

Under the auspicious clouds, colorful lights were flowing. Although they could resist for a while, they were still in danger under the crazy attacks of the nine demon gods.

Seeing that Yang Ling was still able to defend himself in this situation, the demon prince could not help but sneer: "Yang Ling, even if you hide in the Qingyun, you can't escape death! Qingyu, don't hold back, kill him with all your strength!"

Upon hearing this, the Jade Demon God and others activated the Star Banners in their hands. The giant starlight swords carried even more violent power and continuously bombarded the colorful celebration clouds.

Although the auspicious cloud was gorgeous, it continued to show cracks under this fierce attack, as if it would shatter at any time.

Qiongqi and Xiqu, two demon gods, were on the other side of the battlefield. Seeing this scene, they were filled with fear. They originally thought that Yang Ling could turn the tide, but they did not expect such a change to happen.

The two looked at each other, their eyes full of regret and helplessness, but at this moment, it was too late to save the situation. Although Yang Ling was seriously injured, his eyes still maintained a trace of clarity.

He knew that he had to persevere, even if it was by himself, to hold up the hope of this battlefield.

Under the colorful auspicious cloud, Yang Ling's figure became more and more ethereal. Under the protection of the auspicious cloud, he tried his best to avoid the attacks of the nine demon gods, while trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.

Although the Starlight Sword in his hand was no longer as sharp as before, he still swung it with an unyielding will. Although the sword light was weak, it still cut through the void, leaving behind brilliant tracks.

Yang Ling's eyes were as sharp as a knife. Although his soul was in great pain, he still forced himself to stay awake and asked the demon prince: "What kind of evil magic did you use to hurt my soul without my knowing it?"

Upon hearing this, the demon prince laughed out loud, his voice full of sarcasm and contempt: "Yang Ling, what kind of low-brow evil magic do you think I would use? This is the orthodox sacred magic of my Xuan Sect, how can it be the evil magic you are talking about?"

Yang Ling was startled, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Could it be the extremely powerful curse-killing technique among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Powers of Xuanmen - the Book of Seven Arrows with Nailed Heads?

He also knew about this kind of magical power, but it was extremely difficult to use because it required the target's essence and blood as a guide. If it was successfully used, even the Golden Immortal would find it difficult to resist.

The demon prince saw Yang Ling's expression change, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Yang Ling to be able to guess this, but he quickly returned to his sneer: "Humph, Yang Ling, you are smart. You can guess that it was me who cast the Seven Arrows. But, what does it matter if you know? This spell has been cast. As long as you worship it forty-nine times, your soul will be annihilated, and you are dead!"

Yang Ling's face became more solemn when he heard this. He knew that the Seven Arrows Book was a forbidden technique of the Xuan Sect. Once it was used, it would be like the sentence of the god of death, and it was almost impossible to reverse it. But he was a person who would never give up easily, and he was rapidly thinking of various possible countermeasures in his mind.

His eyes scanned the battlefield, looking for any environment or force that could be utilized, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

Yang Ling's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that he still had a substitute puppet.

This substitute puppet was the reward he had drawn before. It could be used to resist a fatal attack and divert all causes and effects.

He no longer hesitated, and with a change of mind, he secretly activated the puppet of death. A faint light flashed in the puppet's eyes, and then an invisible force transferred all the cause and effect of Yang Ling to it.

At this moment, the pain in his soul that was like a knife cutting him disappeared without a trace. Yang Ling could hardly believe that the power of the Seven Arrows Book was actually taken over by the puppet. He immediately put down the burden in his heart and his spirits were lifted.

The demon prince saw Yang Ling's expression suddenly relaxed, thinking that his willpower was weakening, and he was even more proud. He said sarcastically: "Yang Ling, have you finally felt fear? Are you regretting now why you made an enemy of my demon tribe?"

Yang Ling listened to the ridicule of the demon prince, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He knew in his heart that the demon prince did not know that he had cracked his killer move. He did not say much, but quietly adjusted his state and prepared to counterattack.

The two demon gods, Qiongqi and Xiqu, who were standing by, were shocked to see Yang Ling's expression suddenly improve. They didn't understand why and thought that Yang Ling had given up resistance, and they felt regretful.

Although the two demon gods felt helpless, they could only watch the changes on the battlefield and hope for a miracle to happen.

At this time, the Jade Demon God showed a ferocious look, and the treasure in his hand shone brightly, turning into a dazzling meteor, carrying a devastating force and rushing towards Yang Ling.

Seeing this, the other demon gods were not willing to be outdone. They each used their magical powers, some transformed into giant palms, some condensed thunder, some summoned storms, and attacked Yang Ling in an overwhelming manner.

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He knew that he couldn't hold back at all at this moment.

He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. In the star array, countless scattered red sands rose into the sky like elves being called, and turned into a dazzling galaxy, sweeping towards the demon gods that were rushing towards them.

The galaxy is rolling, and the soul-scattering red sand is extremely sharp. Every grain of red sand is like a falling star, carrying the power to destroy everything.

The demon gods were caught off guard by this sudden attack. Their souls were shaken and their expressions of pain were obvious. Their attacks collapsed one after another in this galaxy and could no longer pose a threat to Yang Ling.

The demon prince frowned upon seeing this. He thought Yang Ling was at the end of his strength, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had such a back-up plan.

He was furious and slapped away Qiongqi and Xiqu, who were about to come forward to support him. The two demon gods flew out of the battlefield like kites with broken strings and fell to the ground seriously injured.

The demon prince no longer hesitated. The sun above his head rose again, hotter and more dazzling than before. The golden flames were like the sea, and the heat waves were rolling. He wanted to use his most powerful force to break through the galaxy laid out by Yang Ling in one fell swoop.

Under the big sun, the figure of the demon prince became taller and taller, as if he had transformed into a supreme god. His palm turned into a golden flame wheel and slammed towards the hanging galaxy.

Under the impact of the golden flame of the sun, the galaxy began to ripple and the stars flickered, as if it could be completely destroyed at any time.

Yang Ling was not at all flustered, instead a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into countless blood beads and merged into the galaxy.

The galaxy suddenly shone brightly, and the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand seemed to have gained new life. The starlight became even brighter and could even compete with the Demon Prince's Golden Flame of the Sun.

The two forces collided in the center of the battlefield, causing a huge wave of air, and the entire battlefield seemed to tremble at this moment.

The galaxy and the golden flame of the sun represent two completely different forces, and at this moment the most intense confrontation is unfolding in this starry sky.

In the collision between the galaxy and the golden flame of the sun, Yang Ling felt an unprecedented pressure. Although his star power was strong, it seemed to still be far behind the sun power of the demon prince.

Yang Ling took a deep breath, and the Sun Fire in his body was awakened like a sleeping giant beast. His body seemed to have become a huge furnace, in which the Sun Fire rolled and boiled, and finally turned into a sun that was brighter than the sun above the demon prince's head.

This new sun rises above the galaxy, echoing the sun of the demon prince, yet opposing each other. The two solar forces collide violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light, as if to illuminate the entire battlefield.

When the demon prince saw this, he immediately became furious.

These sun true fires were originally precious resources that he had cultivated for many years and prepared for his promotion to Quasi-Saint. However, he did not expect that they would be snatched away by Yang Ling today and used against him.

His anger was like lava erupting, and his voice was filled with anger and unwillingness: "Yang Ling, you thief, how dare you steal my Sun's True Fire? Today I will make you pay with blood!"

However, despite the demon prince's rage, the two suns were still at a stalemate. The world was filled with the aura of two kinds of fire, interweaving into a hot and dangerous battlefield.

During this stalemate, doubts arose in the heart of the demon prince.

He clearly remembered that he had used the Seven Arrows Book to cast a fatal curse on Yang Ling. Logically, the other party should have collapsed and be in critical condition.

However, the Yang Ling in front of him not only had a resolute look, but his strength had not decreased at all, which made him wonder if there was something wrong with his magical powers.

"Yang Ling, how did you do it? Is it possible that the curse of the Seven Arrows Book has no effect on you?" The demon prince suppressed his inner shock and asked.

Yang Ling faced the questioning of the demon prince with a smile. He was unwilling to reveal the secret of the puppet and simply responded, "The Seven Arrows Book is indeed powerful, but there is always a way to crack it."

"Humph."

The demon prince snorted coldly, and the sun above his head became even more intense.

The two sides once again broke out into a more ferocious fight, the power of the sun and the power of the stars raged between heaven and earth, and the battle entered its most intense stage.

The nine demon gods became anxious when they saw that the demon prince and Yang Ling were in a stalemate. They knew that they could not give Yang Ling any chance to catch his breath.

Then, they all took their positions, and the Zhoutian Star Banners in their hands seemed to be endowed with life, with starlight flickering, as if they could mobilize the power of the stars between heaven and earth.

As the nine demon gods chanted their incantations, an invisible force emanated from the Star Banner. This force was like an invisible net that slowly spread out and firmly covered Yang Ling's star power.

Yang Ling felt that the star power in his body began to dissipate. Those stars that were once dazzling and bright were now dim. His heart sank, knowing that the situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

Seeing this, the demon prince showed a sly smile, knowing that his chance had come. He raised his hands above his head and pressed them down suddenly. The sun above his head seemed to be summoned, and violent golden flames poured down like a waterfall, directly suppressing Yang Ling.

"Yang Ling, accept your death!" The demon prince's voice was filled with arrogance and victory.

Yang Ling's figure seemed unusually small under this pressure, and his Sun True Fire was also suppressed by this force, unable to fight against the Demon Prince's Great Sun Golden Flame.

The stars in the sky seemed to have lost their light at this moment, and the entire battlefield fell into deathly silence.

Yang Ling frowned, he knew he couldn't give up at this critical moment, he had to find a way to break through.

But with the combined efforts of the nine demon gods, his star power was suppressed so heavily that even he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

His eyes shuttled between the rapidly dimming stars, searching for the last ray of hope. In his heart, he activated the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd, hoping to awaken the sleeping stars and give him strength.

At this moment, an unprecedented wave of fluctuations was stirred up in the depths of Yang Ling's heart. In his mind, the true fire of the sun and the soul-scattering red sand intertwined, as if hinting at some mystery of the balance of yin and yang.

Yang Ling suddenly realized that this was the unity of the forces of yin and yang, and was the most fundamental force in the universe.

He closed his eyes and immersed his mind in the place where yin and yang intersected deep in his heart, allowing his consciousness to synchronize with that mysterious power.

As he breathed, the Sun's True Fire and the Soul-Dispersing Red Sand began to slowly merge, gradually transforming into a huge Tai Chi diagram, rotating and covering the entire universe.

In the Tai Chi diagram, the sun and the moon rotate around each other endlessly, and the black and white colors alternate, forming a mysterious attraction.

The demon prince saw that the sun above his head that he had urged suddenly lost control, and all his strength surged towards the huge Tai Chi diagram like a tide and was absorbed by it.

His face turned pale in an instant and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"What kind of power is this?" The demon prince's voice trembled, his arrogance and self-confidence collapsed at this moment.

The Jade Demon God was also stunned. His treasure's brilliant offensive was like a drop in the ocean in front of the Tai Chi diagram, completely useless.

The Xiqu Demon God and the Qiongqi Demon God were extremely shocked. They could not understand how Yang Ling, a human cultivator, could comprehend such a heaven-defying power.

The Tai Chi diagram spun faster and faster, and the black and white lights became more and more dazzling. Yang Ling's figure became more and more obvious in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, and his aura merged with the Tai Chi diagram, as if he had become the master of yin and yang.

The demon prince was now in a panic. His golden flame of the sun was constantly being absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram, and his own strength was also rapidly dissipating.

He tried to take back his power, but found that he had lost all control. It was as if his power was locked by some invisible shackles and could only be absorbed by the Tai Chi diagram.

Seeing this, the nine demon gods wanted to join forces to break the situation, but their power seemed insignificant in front of the Tai Chi diagram.

Their Zhoutian Star Banners were attracted by the Tai Chi diagram, and the starlight dimmed, unable to exert their due power.

Yang Ling, at the center of the Tai Chi diagram, has become the master of this battle.

There was determination and calmness in his eyes, and he knew that the outcome of this battle was self-evident.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in the Tai Chi diagram, and everything returned to peace.

Driven by Yang Ling's mind, the Tai Chi diagram slowly turned, and the black and white light became stronger and stronger, like two giant dragons dancing between heaven and earth.

The Jade Demon God was ruthlessly sucked into the diagram. The power of the sun and the moon were like two huge millstones, crushing him mercilessly. The screams of the Jade Demon God echoed in the depths of the Tai Chi diagram, but were soon annihilated by endless power, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the void.

When the demon gods witnessed this scene, they were suddenly filled with extreme fear. Driven by instinct, they turned into various lights, flew into the sky, hid in the ground, or shuttled through the void, and fled away one after another.

(End of this chapter)