My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Yang Ling stood tall and straight, like a pine tree standing on the vast sea of ​​clouds, as old as the world, as bright as the sun and the moon.

Seeing that the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect were defeated and wanted to escape, he decisively sacrificed the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Cloud Light Colored Glass Bottle. These two magic weapons were not only extremely powerful, but also a mysterious bridge for him to communicate with the world and all things.

The mouth of the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd was slightly open, emitting a wave of heart-pounding cold air, which was mixed with endless majesty and power, as if it could freeze the souls of all living things.

And the Cloud Light Colored Glass Bottle was even more dazzling and eye-catching. The bottle was crystal clear, as if it contained endless galaxies. Whenever Yang Ling urged his magic power, the glass bottle would shine brightly, with flowing light and colors, reflecting everything around him like a dream.

He muttered something in his mouth, formed seals with his hands, and continuously injected the true energy in his body into the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd and the Cloud Light Colored Glass Bottle. The two magic weapons seemed to sense Yang Ling's will and began to spin wildly. A wonderful connection was formed between them, and powerful forces surged from them and spread to the surroundings.

In an instant, the whole sky seemed to be shocked by this force. The clouds rolled, thunder and lightning struck, as if the sky and the earth changed color. And the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array also quietly took shape at this moment.

The outer periphery of the array was a cloud array composed of countless clouds.

These clouds were not ordinary clouds, but were condensed by Yang Ling with magic power. They rolled and intertwined, like an endless sea of ​​clouds. The cloud array contained strong wind and moisture, making any creature trying to pass through it feel like being trapped in a quagmire. The existence of the cloud array not only provided a natural barrier for the array, but also allowed the power in the array to be better condensed and released.

The cloud array, as the first barrier of the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Array, was breathtaking in its magnificence and mystery.

When Yang Ling activated his magic power and started the formation, he saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling in the sky. Countless clouds seemed to be pulled by invisible forces and gathered into a vast sea of ​​clouds. This sea of ​​clouds is not an ordinary cloud, but is condensed by Yang Ling's magic power, containing strong wind and moisture.

In the cloud formation, the clouds are stacked layer by layer, interweaving into an airtight net. These clouds sometimes roll and sometimes condense, as if they have their own life and will. They may turn into giant dragons flying into the sky, or turn into tigers descending from the mountains, or turn into cranes spreading their wings, with thousands of forms and endless changes. Whenever the clouds change, they will be accompanied by bursts of whistling wind, as if it is the low hum of the gods, which makes people feel awe.

The power of the cloud formation lies not only in its spectacular scenery, but also in its powerful defense and enemy-trapping capabilities. Any creature that tries to pass through the cloud formation will feel as if it is trapped in a quagmire and cannot extricate itself. The rolling clouds seem to have infinite power, tightly wrapping the creatures in them, making them unable to break free. At the same time, the moisture and wind in the cloud formation will continue to erode the body and soul of the living creatures, causing them to gradually lose their strength and will.

When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect felt this power, their hearts were filled with fear and despair. They had never thought that they would one day fall into such a desperate situation and be trapped by a small fairy genius.

They struggled hard to escape the shackles of the formation, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not escape the powerful power emitted by the two magic weapons and the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Formation.

The cold air emitted by the Nine Nine Soul-scattering Gourd and the light emitted by the Cloud Light Glazed Bottle intertwined and echoed with each other, making the power in the formation more violent and fierce.

The twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect struggled hard in the formation, but in the end they could not escape the fate of being trapped in the formation.

Moreover, the cloud formation is not static.

It will constantly change its form and power according to Yang Ling's wishes and changes in mana. Sometimes, the cloud formation will turn into a vast sea of ​​fog, making it impossible to tell the direction; sometimes, it will turn into sharp cloud blades, cutting all creatures who dare to challenge its power.

In the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Formation, the cloud formation, as the first barrier on the periphery, not only provides a natural defense line for the formation, but also allows the power in the formation to be better condensed and released. When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect fell into the cloud formation, they felt unprecedented fear and despair.

The rolling clouds, the whistling wind, and the moisture and wind force that eroded their bodies and souls made it impossible for them to escape, and they could only struggle in the formation.

In the depths of the Nine Heavens Cloud Star Formation, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect were trapped, surrounded by the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the occasional thunder that broke the silence. The whole space seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible force, which made people feel cold.

The golden immortals who were once high above were now pale, with unprecedented panic and anxiety in their eyes.

Taiyi Zhenren was usually gentle and elegant, but now his brows were furrowed, his hands tightly grasped the magic formula, trying to stabilize his body trembling with fear.

He looked around, looking for even a slight opportunity to escape, and silently said in his heart: "There is always a way out, there must be a way to break the formation."

As a senior disciple of the Chan Sect, Guangchengzi looked solemn at this moment, but he quickly analyzed the trajectory of the formation in secret, gestured with his fingers in the air, and said in a deep voice: "As Taiyi Jinxian, how can we easily admit defeat? We must find a way to break the formation as soon as possible!"

Chi Jingzi and Yu Ding Zhenren stood back to back, exchanging nervous glances with each other, their breathing became rapid, but they held the magic weapons in their hands tightly, ready to deal with sudden crises at any time.

"Fellow disciples, we need to calm down first and work together to find the eye of the formation, so that we can have a glimmer of hope."

Qingxu Daode Zhenjun and Lingbao Dafashi closed their eyes and concentrated, trying to communicate with the world through telepathy, looking for the clues to break the formation hidden in the chaos.

Dense beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads, but they were not too worried.

Ji Liusun and Wenshu Guangfa Tianzun, two golden immortals who were known for their wisdom, were discussing in a low voice at this moment, trying to find a way to break this kind of formation from ancient books.

Puxian Zhenren and Cihang Daoren calmed their inner anxiety while using their magic power to explore the surroundings, hoping to find the weak point of the formation.

Huanglong Zhenren and Daoxing Tianzun were anxious and kept trying to impact the edge of the formation with powerful magic power.

Inside the cloud formation was the thunder formation.

The thunder formation was composed of countless lightning and thunder, which raged like the anger of the gods. Every time a lightning flashes across the sky, it is accompanied by a deafening thunder, as if it is going to shatter the whole world. The power in the thunder array is violent and fierce, and any creature hit by it will instantly turn into ashes.

Its existence not only enhances the power of the array, but also makes the creatures in the array feel an unprecedented fear and despair.

Under the vast sky, dark clouds are densely covered and thunder roars, as if the God of Heaven is angry and wants to wash away everything in the world. The twelve golden immortals of the Chan Sect, these twelve extraordinary and profound immortals, are now in an unprecedented thunder array trial. All around, there are endless lightning and thunder. Every lightning contains the power to destroy the world, and every thunder shakes the immortal's mind.

The first to bear the brunt is the Shenxiao Thunder, which is like a huge mouth cracked in the sky, spewing out dazzling blue light, and strikes down with destructive power. Among the twelve golden immortals, Guangchengzi stretched out his body, waved the whisk in his hand, and turned it into thousands of silk threads, cleverly pulling the power of Shenxiao Lei, making it deviate from its trajectory, protecting the immortals from harm.

However, Shenxiao Lei was like a huge mouth cracked in the sky, spitting out dazzling blue light, and every bombardment was accompanied by a deafening roar, which made people's hearts and minds break.

Guangchengzi held the whisk in his hand and shuttled lightly in the lightning. He tried to use the whisk to guide the power of Shenxiao Lei, but several lightnings still penetrated his defense and hit him. His clothes were torn, revealing the charred skin inside, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on fighting against the lightning.

Then, Tiangang Lei roared, and its sound was as heavy as a thousand pounds, shaking the void. Chi Jingzi remained calm, forming seals with his hands, and the true energy in his body surged, forming a golden shield, absorbing all the power of the Tiangang Thunder, and turning it into gentle energy to nourish the surrounding space.

In comparison, the Tiangang Thunder was even more powerful, and its sound was as heavy as a thousand kilograms, shaking the void, as if it was going to shatter the whole world.

Chi Jingzi resisted with a golden shield, but the power of the Tiangang Thunder was too strong, and the shield was instantly shattered, with fragments flying everywhere. He was shaken and flew out, like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

He vomited blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he was obviously seriously injured.

On the other side, the more bizarre and changeable Five Elements Divine Thunder fell down with a bang, and the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwined to form colorful lightning, trying to penetrate all defenses.

Facing this scene, Taiyi Zhenren was surrounded by a halo of five elements. With his profound knowledge of the five elements, he tried to guide the five elements of divine thunder to cancel each other out, showing extraordinary control.

However, the power of the five elements of divine thunder was too complicated for him to fully control.

Several lightnings penetrated his halo and hit him. He staggered and could hardly stand. His clothes were scorched and his skin was burned, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted on fighting against the lightning.

The rest of the Golden Immortals also fought on their own. The sword light of Yuding Zhenren seemed so small in the lightning. He was hit by several lightnings and the sword light dimmed instantly. He was shocked and retreated repeatedly, almost falling to the ground.

Although the magic weapon of Lingbao Master absorbed some of the lightning, it also exploded because it could not withstand too much power. Fragments flew everywhere, almost hurting himself. He looked solemn and quickly offered another magic weapon to continue fighting against the lightning.

Although Manjusri and Samantabhadra resolved part of the thunder tribulation with wisdom and compassion, they were still in a mess. Their clothes were torn and their breath was disordered, and they were obviously hit hard.

However, they did not give up hope. They supported each other, advanced and retreated together, and continued to find a way to break the thunder array with firm belief and unyielding will.

Under the bombardment of this thunder array, the twelve golden immortals of the Chanjiao were beaten into a mess. Their protective magic weapons were seriously damaged, and their bodies were also injured to varying degrees.

The center of the thunder array is the star array. The star array is composed of countless bright stars, which flicker and rotate, as if forming a mysterious pattern. Each star contains endless power and wisdom. They interweave and echo each other to form an airtight net. The power in the star array is powerful and mysterious. It can penetrate the soul and body of all living beings and bind them firmly in the array. Whether it is a fairy or a demon, once trapped in the star array, they can never escape.

The layout of the Nine Heavens Clouds and Stars Array is exquisite. The outer cloud array, the middle thunder array and the inner star array echo and reinforce each other, making the power of the entire array stronger and stronger.

When the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect passed through the thunder array and stepped into the star array, it seemed as if they had crossed the boundaries of time and space and arrived in a vast and boundless starry sky.

In the star array, the scene of the stars was magnificent, as if the mysteries of the entire universe were condensed in this world. All around, there was endless darkness, like a deep night sky, and in this darkness, the stars were like little lights, shining brightly, and blooming with dazzling light.

These stars are of different sizes and shapes. Some are like tiny pearls, emitting soft brilliance; some are like huge gems, shining brightly, illuminating the entire star array. Their colors are also colorful, red like fire, blue like the sea, green like jade, and purple like Roland, interweaving together to form a colorful starry sky painting.

There seems to be some mysterious connection between the stars. Their light interweaves and collides in the air, forming a series of gorgeous light bands, like a rainbow in the sky, and like the silk ribbons of gods, elegant and mysterious. These light bands shuttled and circulated in the star array, embellishing the entire star array with more mystery.

What is even more amazing is that these stars seem to have life, their light is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, as if they are breathing and beating. Sometimes, a star will suddenly burst out with dazzling light, illuminating the entire star array, and then quickly dim, as if showing its mystery and power to the world.

In this sea of ​​stars, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect seemed to have become tiny existences. They were in the star array, surrounded by the light of the stars, and felt unprecedented shock and awe. They knew that these stars were not only beautiful and mysterious, but also contained infinite power and danger.

This tranquility was only an appearance, because in the next moment, countless stars suddenly burst out with dazzling light, turning into extremely sharp swords, shooting towards them with the sound of breaking through the air.

Guangchengzi stretched out his body, like a crane spreading its wings, and shuttled lightly in the starlight. The whisk in his hand was swung freely, and each swing could accurately shoot down several starlight swords, but even so, there were still countless swords attacking from all directions, making him overwhelmed.

Chijingzi offered an ancient bronze mirror, the mirror surface reflected the bright starlight, trying to bounce back those swords one by one. However, the power of the stars was too majestic. Although the bronze mirror could reflect some attacks, it could not withstand all the impact. Cracks began to appear on the mirror surface. Chijingzi looked solemn and had to retreat repeatedly to find a new response strategy.

Taiyi Zhenren operated the Five Elements Method, and the Five Elements Halo was surrounded by his body. As the halo circulated, he tried to introduce those starlight swords into the Five Elements cycle to dissolve their power. However, the power of the stars was too pure. Although the five elements halo could temporarily resist it, it was difficult to maintain it for a long time. Taiyi Zhenren had to dodge while looking for an opportunity to break the formation.

The other golden immortals also showed their magical powers. Yuding Zhenren's sword light was like a dragon, shuttling through the starlight, trying to cut off the trajectory of those sharp swords with sword intent; Lingbao Dafa Master sacrificed many magic weapons to form a protective barrier, but the power of the stars was too strong, and the barrier was constantly penetrated. He had to change magic weapons again and again to deal with the attacks that came one after another.

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun and Puxian Zhenren used wisdom and compassion as a guide, trying to use the power of the mind to sense the rhythm of the stars and find the flaws in it. However, the power of the stars is vast and boundless. Although their spiritual power is strong, it is difficult to fully grasp the secrets of the stars.

In this trial of the stars, the twelve golden immortals of the Chanjiao were forced into a mess. Their protective magic weapons were damaged, and their bodies also suffered a lot of impact.

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In front of the Xiqi army, Shen Gongbao, riding a mighty black tiger, had an unconcealable worry in his eyes, staring at the twelve golden immortals in the formation wrapped in layers of fog and strange light. They seemed to be forgotten by time and could not get out for a long time.

His heart was like being pressed by a heavy stone, heavy and anxious, and he couldn't help but whisper to the Taoist Burning Lamp beside him: "Deputy leader, what should we do? The twelve brothers are now in prison, how can we sit idly by?"

The Taoist Burning Lamp is usually calm, but at this moment, he can't hide the clouds of worry between his brows.

He sighed, with a bit of helplessness in his voice: "I never expected that Yang Ling was also proficient in the art of formation. The exquisiteness of this formation is not something we can easily break. Perhaps we can only send people to Kunlun Mountain for help as soon as possible."

Just when everyone was gloomy, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky, and a stream of light rushed from the west and arrived in an instant.

The visitor was a middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal look. He was covered in clouds and stepped on the breeze. He exuded an extraordinary aura. He called himself the Taoist Lu Ya of West Kunlun. His words revealed that he was confident about the predicament in front of him: "Don't worry, I have a way to break this formation."

When the Taoist Ran Deng heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw. He hurried forward and said earnestly: "If Taoist friends can help, it will be a great blessing for us! Please quickly use your magical powers to save the Twelve Golden Immortals from the water and fire."

The Taoist Lu Ya nodded and descended leisurely under the clouds. The ancient and mysterious star formation was like a sleeping giant, quietly lying in front of him.

He gently raised his hand, and a faint light flowed through his fingertips. A painting containing endless mysteries slowly unfolded in his palm. On the scroll, thousands of demon gods are vivid, they are either roaring or humming, and every stroke contains amazing vitality, as if they can break free from the constraints of the canvas at any time and leap into this real world.

At this moment, the demon gods seemed to have heard Taoist Lu Ya's call, and they broke out of the painting one after another, turning into streams of light and surrounding him. They have different shapes, some are covered with scales, some have wings that cover the sky, and some are emitting faint fluorescent light, which together form a shocking picture of demons and gods.

Immediately afterwards, Taoist Lu Ya took out a shocking magic weapon from his sleeve - three hundred and sixty-five star flags. Each side of these flags is inlaid with bright star gems, shining with dazzling light, as if the stars of the entire universe are condensed in them.

He waved his hand gently, and these star flags automatically flew into the hands of every demon god as if they were spirits.

The demon gods were blessed by the star flags, and their momentum became even more majestic. They roared in unison, and the star flags in their hands danced with their shaking, releasing dazzling light. Those rays of light and the stars in the sky reflected each other, as if connecting the entire heaven and earth together, forming an indescribable and wonderful resonance.

As the demon gods linked up with the star flags, the star formation above the nine-sky sky began to vibrate slightly, as if awakened by this powerful force. Yang Ling in the formation, who was immersed in the mystery of the formation, suddenly sensed an unprecedented wave.

He was startled, his brows furrowed, and then he flashed out of the formation, just in time to see Taoist Lu Ya standing under the sky, his posture tall and straight, like an immortal immortal.

He was seen holding a bright star flag. The star gems inlaid on the flag shone brightly in the sunlight, as if they could communicate with heaven and earth and activate the power of stars. His eyes were deep and mysterious, revealing an otherworldly temperament.

Beside him, the ancient painting had been fully unfolded, and the demon gods in the painting seemed to be given life, lifelike, and lifelike to the point of thrilling. They may soar in the sky, lurk in the deep sea, or gallop in the mountains and forests. Each stroke contains amazing vitality and majestic momentum.

These demon gods have different shapes. Some are covered with gorgeous scales and shine with dazzling light; some have wings covering the sky, as if they can cover the entire sky; some are exuding faint fluorescent light, like bright lights in the night. .

They may have wide-eyed eyes, roaring and roaring, or singing softly, and each expression is lifelike, as if they can penetrate the painting and have a wonderful connection with the real world.

Under the control of Taoist Lu Ya, these demon gods seemed to have obeyed his call and broke away from the painting one after another, turning into streams of light and surrounding him. They are either circling and flying, or running and jumping, echoing the star flags in the hands of Taoist Lu Ya, and together they form a shocking picture.

Although these demon gods only exist in the painting, under the stimulation of Taoist Lu Ya's magic power, they seem to have real life and power.

Yang Ling looked directly at Taoist Lu Ya with burning eyes, and asked with an unquestionable question in his tone: "Lu Ya, why do you interfere in the affairs between our Human Sect and the Chan Sect?"

Taoist Lu Ya shook his head slightly, and waved the star flag in his hand slightly. The light of the stars flickered, and he said lightly: "I didn't want to interfere, but it was destiny. I just followed the destiny."

When Yang Ling heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a trace of ridicule flashed in his eyes: "Destiny? Humph, stop fooling me with such high-sounding words. You actually want to avenge yourself, right?"

Taoist Lu Ya's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He said in a cold tone: "Yang Ling, where do you start with these words? I don't understand what you are talking about."

Yang Ling's sneer worsened. He took a step closer and stared into Taoist Lu Ya's eyes: "Stop pretending in front of me. I know your true identity. You are actually the prince of the demon clan, right?"

When Taoist Lu Ya heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he still forced himself to calm down and denied it: "You are talking nonsense! How can I be the prince of the demon clan? Stop spitting blood!"

Yang Ling was unwilling to give up. He pointed at the star banner in Taoist Lu Ya's hand and the Ten Thousand Demons Picture that vaguely revealed the evil spirit, and said coldly: "If you are not the prince of the demon clan, why is the Ten Thousand Demons Picture of Bai Ze Demon Saint , and the demon clan’s most precious star banner is in your hands? These are not something that just anyone can possess!”

Taoist Lu Ya sneered, and looked at Yang Ling with cold eyes: "So what if you guessed it? These are all my own opportunities, what do they have to do with you?"

Yang Ling's eyes were sharp, his body trembled, and he continued to approach Taoist Lu Ya, with unquestionable determination in his tone: "Opportunity? Huh, I think it's a conspiracy. As the prince of the demon clan, you are lurking in the immortal world, What's the intention?"

Taoist Lu Ya was also unwilling to be outdone. He retreated slightly, and at the same time reached out to stop Yang Ling from approaching further. There was a hint of warning in his tone: "I, Lu Ya, have my own reasons for my actions. I don't need to explain to you."

Yang Ling sneered. He didn't buy it and continued to question: "Lu Ya, let me ask you one last time, why do you want to interfere in our affairs? As the prince of the demon clan, you are hidden in the immortal world. What’s the plan?”

Taoist Lu Ya shook his head slightly, with a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes: "Yang Ling, why do you ask questions knowingly? As the prince of the demon clan, I naturally have my mission and responsibility. As for why I hide in the immortal way, that is just for my sake. It’s just a means to achieve an end.”

"Methods?" Yang Ling sneered, waved his sleeves, and said angrily: "Lu Ya, if you continue to be stubborn, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Lu Ya Taoist sneered. He did not take Yang Ling's threat seriously. Instead, he said more arrogantly: "You're welcome? Humph, I, Lu Ya, have never been afraid of anyone. If you have the ability, come and try it."

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, as if a tight string could break at any time. Yang Ling and Lu Ya Taoist confronted each other, their eyes revealing undisguised hostility and determination.

This conflict seemed unavoidable.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, and a storm seemed to be about to break out between them.

Only a battle could resolve the grievances and entanglements between them.