My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

In the misty formation outside the Jiepai Pass, Yang Ling sat at the core of the star formation above the nine-day cloud. His figure was wrapped in endless starlight and mysterious runes, as if he was breathing with the heaven and earth and sharing the fate with the stars.

This formation is a supreme masterpiece that combines the truth of heaven and earth and the mysteries of the universe. The power contained in it is enough to scare the creatures who step into it, and even the Daluo immortals can hardly escape its bondage.

At this moment, the famous twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect are being firmly trapped by this star formation, like twelve lonely stars, left in this boundless starry abyss.

Surrounding them is endless darkness and twinkling stars. Each star seems to contain the power to destroy the world, tightly surrounding these twelve immortals, making every breath of theirs full of depression and difficulty.

These Chan sect golden immortals did not sit and wait for death. They each displayed their magical powers, thunder roared, and immortal swords danced. Guangchengzi held a pair of male and female swords, the sword light was like a dragon, shuttling between the stars; Chijingzi's sleeves fluttered, resisting the light of the stars from all directions; Taiyi Zhenren's body was surrounded by flames, trying to illuminate the endless darkness. Other Golden Immortals also did not give in, and they all displayed their unique skills. The colorful spells were like gorgeous fireworks, blooming dazzling light in the starry sky.

However, this star formation seemed to have endless changes. It constantly changed its formation and attack methods with the attacks of the Golden Immortals. Sometimes it turned into a brilliant galaxy, drowning the Golden Immortals in endless starlight; sometimes it turned into towering star mountains, pressing towards the Golden Immortals, as if to crush them into powder; sometimes it turned into sharp star blades, cutting through the sky, directly attacking the Golden Immortals' vital points.

In this ever-changing formation, the attacks of the Golden Immortals seemed to have lost their direction. Their spells were dissolved by the formation one by one, and they could not touch Yang Ling at all.

And the starlight, like a net of heaven and earth, bombarded the Golden Immortals densely. Each starlight contained enough power to tear the space, forcing the Golden Immortals to take turns to resist, so as not to be swallowed by the terrifying power.

As time passed, the physical and spiritual power of the Golden Immortals began to be gradually consumed. Their breathing became rapid, their faces became pale, and their eyes revealed fatigue and weakness.

In this endless starry sky, they could not get any spiritual energy supplement, and could only rely on their own cultivation and perseverance to barely support their bodies that were about to collapse.

Their clothes were torn by the starlight, revealing shocking scars.

At this moment, a grand and majestic voice, like thunder rolling in the sky, came from all directions, shaking the eardrums of the Golden Immortals. That was Yang Ling's voice. He seemed to have merged into the starry sky and become the master of this world.

He persuaded the Golden Immortals to surrender, promising to give them a way out, and his tone was full of temptation.

However, the twelve Golden Immortals were not moved by his words. They gritted their teeth, endured the fatigue and pain of their bodies, and launched a fierce attack on the star formation again.

In this protracted battle, these Chenjiao Golden Immortals either used thunder magic, or waved immortal swords, or used magical powers to fight a desperate battle with the star formation.

However, despite their best efforts, the star formation seemed to have endless power, constantly changing its formation and attack methods, making it difficult for the Golden Immortals to defend themselves.

Cracks began to appear on the bodies of the Golden Immortals, and their spiritual power began to gradually dry up.

But even so, they still did not give up.

These Chenjiao Golden Immortals supported each other and supported each other with their last strength. In their eyes, there was a flash of desire for life and persistence in victory. They knew that as long as they had a breath left, they would fight the star formation to the end.

Yang Ling, looking at those Golden Immortals who resisted stubbornly, decided to give them a decent ending so that they would look better when they were on the list.

He slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the power of the stars from outside the nine heavens. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and slapped out with one palm. A bright starlight instantly cut through the sky and hit the location of the twelve Golden Immortals.

However, at the moment when this starlight was about to hit the Golden Immortals, Yang Ling suddenly withdrew his power.

Because suddenly, an indescribable chill rose from the bottom of his heart, like the coldest wind in winter, penetrating his clothes and piercing his bones. This is not just the coldness of nature, but a tremor from the depths of the soul, a fear locked by an unknown force.

Yang Ling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the waves in his heart.

However, that force was like a substance, tightly wrapped around him, making him feel like an ant being pinched by an invisible giant hand, unable to struggle. This feeling was like there were thousands of eyes watching from the dark, and the sharpest pair of them were aiming at his heart, ready to fire a fatal arrow.

"Lu Ya Taoist..." Yang Ling whispered, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, which was a sign that his soul was slightly torn.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and finally settled on an ancient and terrifying legend - the Seven Arrows Book with Nailed Heads, which was the unique curse-killing technique of Lu Ya Taoist. It was said that it could take people's lives from a distance. No matter how far away, as long as their names were written in the arrow book, they would not be able to escape death.

Yang Ling opened his eyes, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that if he did not want to become the next victim of this cursed killing technique, he must find a way to resist this cursed killing technique.

"Let me see if your spell can penetrate my meritorious cloud!"

As his words fell, a bright light suddenly bloomed above his head, like the rising sun, illuminating the surrounding clouds and mist. It was a huge merit-celebrating cloud, a hundred acres wide, with golden flowers falling on it, each one shining with the light of peace, and the pearls flying around him, forming an indestructible barrier.

This cloud of merit is the result of Yang Ling's many years of good deeds. Every ray of light represents the lives he has saved, and every good deed is condensed into a speck of dust in this cloud. At this moment, they gathered into the sea and turned into his strongest shield, resisting the power of the curse from afar.

However, Taoist Lu Ya is no ordinary person. His power has already surpassed ordinary people's imagination.

As the prince of the demon clan, he masters many mysterious demon clan spells, and the Seven Arrows Book of Nail Head is just one of them.

At this moment, in an unknown distance, Taoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and concentrated, holding an arrow in his hand that looked ordinary but exuded a faint light. On the tip of the arrow, Yang Ling's name was engraved, and every word seemed to Contains tremendous power.

"Yang Ling, your fate is like this, and I have to do it."

Taoist Lu Ya sighed softly. Although his voice was soft, it passed through the boundaries of time and space and reached Yang Ling's ears clearly.

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and the arrow turned into a stream of light like a living thing, piercing the sky and heading straight for Yang Ling.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in the arrow, Yang Ling looked solemn, but he did not flinch, but instead strengthened his belief in his heart.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and the spiritual power in his body surged, like a river bursting its banks, pouring into the cloud of merit and virtue, making its light even brighter, as if it could illuminate the whole world.

When the arrow met Qingyun, there was no roar as expected, only slight waves rippling in the air. The arrow seemed to have encountered invisible obstacles, and its speed gradually slowed down. Finally, it was completely enveloped by the cloud of merit and virtue, turned into a little bit of light, and dissipated into the invisible.

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but did not relax his vigilance.

He knew that this was just a test by Taoist Lu Ya, and the real contest might have just begun.

At a time when heaven and earth are in harmony and all things are recovering, an unprecedented sense of peace surges between heaven and earth, as if it is nature's highest praise for good deeds in the world.

Yang Ling has been practicing for many years. He has always been compassionate and has done countless good deeds. At this moment, he is surrounded by a faint golden halo. It is the light of merit condensed from his many years of good deeds and rescuing people. It is warm and pure, like the rising sun. The sun illuminates every corner of the world.

"Boom!"

A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky, and a colorful and radiant cloud slowly floated in, like a messenger in a fairyland, carrying endless auspiciousness and blessings.

Yang Ling opened his eyes, his eyes shining with determination. As Yang Ling thought, the merit Qingyun seemed to feel his call, slowly descended, turned into strands of golden light, penetrated into his skin, and blended into his In the blood.

At this moment, Yang Ling seemed to be one with heaven and earth, with dazzling light emitting from his whole body, and his figure became solemn and sacred, like an immortal golden body, standing on the top of the mountain, awe-inspiring.

Just when Yang Ling had completed his merits and achieved a golden body, a sudden storm broke the tranquility. Taoist Lu Ya, an arrogant and powerful immortal cultivator, was jealous of Yang Ling's achievements and determined to use his original "Nailhead Seven Arrows Book" to test or even destroy the newly promoted golden man.

The Seven Arrows Book of Nail Head is an extremely insidious spell. It requires special spells and arrows to be used every day for seven or forty-nine days to attack the target from a distance until the target's soul is gone and the body collapses. Taoist Lu Ya was full of confidence. He believed that no matter how high Yang Ling's merits were, he would not be able to escape this disaster. He was like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, always ready to deliver a fatal blow to Yang Ling.

However, what he didn't expect was that Yang Ling's meritorious golden body was beyond comparison with the mortal body. As soon as those arrows touched the golden light, they disappeared without a trace like mud cows entering the sea. Instead, they aroused the golden body's stronger protective power.

As time went by, Taoist Lu Ya gradually felt powerless. His Seven Arrows Book seemed to have encountered unprecedented obstacles. Not only did it fail to harm Yang Ling at all, but it also caused his own mana to begin to drain away. It was as if there was an invisible force coming back at him, making him feel unprecedented pain and despair.

Finally, at dusk on the 49th day, when Taoist Lu Ya once again gathered all his strength to shoot the last arrow, the arrow suddenly spontaneously ignited in the air and turned into a ball of blazing fire.

However, this fire does not burn the outside world, but surrounds himself, burning himself without fire, causing great pain. Taoist Lu Ya's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his figure was shaky. He finally realized that what he was challenging was not just one person, but the boundless power of merit, which was the purest and most powerful law in the world.

In this contest, Taoist Lu Ya suffered a disastrous defeat and was in a terrible state.

Taoist Lu Ya suffered a backlash due to the failure of his technique. He staggered and his face was as pale as paper. Just when he was barely holding on, almost swallowed by endless pain and despair, a gentle and solemn figure slowly came - Taoist Ran Deng, the respected deputy leader, with the light of compassion and wisdom, came to him. around.

Taoist Ran Deng's eyes were profound and he understood Taoist Lu Ya's situation at a glance. He asked softly: "Fellow Taoist, why are you here?"

Taoist Lu Ya smiled bitterly and told the whole story. His words revealed his awe for Yang Ling's meritorious body and his regret for his impulsiveness. He admitted frankly that he could no longer rescue the Twelve Golden Immortals who were trapped in many dangers by himself. Only with the help of the deputy leader Ran Deng could there be a glimmer of hope.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Ran Deng pondered for a moment, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this matter was related to the peace of the Immortal Realm, and even more to the lives of many Immortal families, and there was no room for error. So, he nodded in agreement and asked, "Fellow Taoist, how can I help you?"

Seeing this, Taoist Lu Ya felt a little relieved. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Vice-leader, Yang Ling's meritorious golden body is not trivial. If you want to rescue the Twelve Golden Immortals, you must first contain him. I implore you to go In the great formation of stars in the sky, use your supreme power to hold Yang Ling back and buy me time so that I can have a chance to solve the dilemma."

When Taoist Ran Deng heard this, he frowned slightly, but then relaxed. He knew that this trip was dangerous, but he had no choice but to do so. So, he gently stroked the docile sika deer beside him and whispered: "Deer, take me forward."

The sika deer seemed to understand its master's thoughts, and nodded slightly, with a faint aura glowing all over its body. It took Taoist Ran Deng into the sky and galloped towards the direction of the array of stars in the sky.

Randen Taoist was dressed in a flowing green shirt, with a gorgeous auspicious cloud at his feet, riding leisurely on the back of his docile and spiritual sika deer.

The sika deer's eyes shone with the light of wisdom, and its four hooves stepped lightly, as if every step was stepping into the void, shuttled between the sea of ​​clouds, and headed straight for Jiepai Pass.

The scenery along the way, whether it is majestic mountains or gurgling streams, is nothing but passing clouds in the eyes of Randen Taoist.

Just as Rendeng Taoist was walking halfway, suddenly, a strong evil spirit rose from under the clouds into the sky, accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, which shook the surrounding clouds and mist, and the sky and earth changed colors.

I saw a huge black tiger with dark fur and eyes like torches, carrying a warrior wearing a black robe and a majestic face, breaking through the clouds and approaching Taoist Ran Deng.

The person who came was none other than the well-known Zhao Gongming, holding a dragon-binding rope that shone with cold light, exuding an arrogant aura, as if all the creatures in the world would bow before him.

Two powerful forces met in the air, the air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down at this moment. Taoist Ran Deng and Zhao Gongming met each other's eyes. Needless to say, they already understood each other's intentions.

This is a fateful showdown.

No words needed.

Zhao Gongming sneered and waved the dragon-binding rope in his hand. The originally silent rope instantly turned into a golden dragon with clear scales. It roared towards Taoist Ran Deng with overwhelming momentum. Jump forward.

The golden dragon was tumbling in the air, each scale shining with dazzling light, as if it could tear apart space and swallow everything.

Facing this sudden attack, Taoist Randen remained unhurried, with an indifferent smile on his lips. He gently waved the measuring ruler in his hand. The ruler was originally plain and simple, but under the urging of Taoist Ran Deng, it emitted bursts of peaceful light, as if it could measure the heaven and earth and balance all things.

When the measuring ruler met the golden dragon, a deafening roar suddenly erupted. The golden light and white light intertwined to form a shocking picture that made the entire sky tremble.

Zhao Gongming frowned slightly when he saw this, obviously surprised by the strength of Taoist Ran Deng.

But he did not flinch. Instead, he activated the dragon-binding rope more excitedly. Under his command, the golden dragon became more ferocious, charging at Taoist Ran Deng again and again. Each attack contained the power to destroy the world. .

Taoist Ran Deng responded calmly. The measuring ruler was like a living thing in his hands. Sometimes it turned into a dazzling sword, cutting off the golden dragon's offensive; sometimes it turned into an indestructible shield, resisting the golden dragon's violent storm.

The two masters engaged in a thrilling fight in the air. Every time they fought, the surrounding clouds and mist surged, and the sky and earth changed color.

As time went by, the battle became more intense. Zhao Gongming's black tiger and Ran Deng Taoist's sika deer also started a fierce competition below. The black tiger roared, trying to get close to the sika deer with every jump. The sika deer cleverly avoided the black tiger's attack with its light body, while not forgetting to watch the battle of the owner above with its spiritual eyes. , seems to be cheering for Taoist Ran Deng in his own way.

In this unprecedented battle, the two masters each showed their magical powers, and every collision sparked a bright light that lit up the entire sky. Zhao Gongming's dragon-binding rope changes in many ways. Sometimes the golden dragon turns into a sharp arrow, sometimes it turns into a giant net, trying to trap Taoist Ran Deng. However, Taoist Ran Deng's measuring ruler is as stable as Mount Tai. No matter how the golden dragon changes, it can Find its flaws accurately and resolve them one by one.

Randeng Taoist suddenly shouted, and swung the measuring ruler, which turned into a dazzling beam of light and hit the vital point of the golden dragon. The golden dragon wailed, and finally could not bear this fatal blow, and turned into a little golden light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Zhao Gongming saw this, his face changed slightly, but then he regained his composure.

Twenty-four Dinghai Pearls suddenly appeared behind him, each of which was shining, as if it contained endless power. These twenty-four Dinghai Pearls are the supreme treasures given by Tongtian Sect Master, and each of them contains the power to destroy the world. Whenever he urged his magic power, the Dinghai Pearls would slowly rotate behind him, emitting a dazzling light, which was daunting.

Facing the powerful pressure of the Dinghai Pearl, although the Taoist Ran Deng was a little flustered in his heart, he still maintained a calm demeanor on the surface.

With a deafening roar, Zhao Gongming waved his hand fiercely, and the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls suddenly turned into a dazzling beam of light, rushing towards the Taoist Burning Lamp.

The beam of light contained the power of destroying the world, as if it was going to swallow everything.

Seeing this, the Taoist Burning Lamp's face changed slightly, but he did not panic. He knew that Zhao Gongming's Dinghai Pearl was extremely powerful and could not be resisted. So he quickly waved his whisk and chanted a spell, and an orange-yellow cloud of celebration instantly condensed above his head.

Above the cloud of celebration, there was a coffin lamp hanging.

The lamp had a simple shape and dim light, but it revealed a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. It seemed that under the illumination of this light, all evil would be exposed.

The Taoist Burning Lamp urged his magic power to exert the power of the coffin lamp to the extreme, barely resisting the power of the Dinghai Pearl. However, even so, he still felt a huge pressure coming at him, making him a little breathless.

The two fought hard in the void.

Zhao Gongming firmly gained the upper hand with the power of Dinghaizhu. Every time he activated Dinghaizhu, he could put the Taoist Master Ran Deng in danger. The Taoist Master Ran Deng, relying on his rich experience and profound Taoism, constantly changed his magic weapons, trying to find Zhao Gongming's flaws. However, Zhao Gongming's offensive was as fierce as a storm, making it impossible for him to breathe.

As time went by, the Taoist Master Ran Deng gradually felt powerless.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would be defeated by Zhao Gongming sooner or later.

So he began to retreat.

He glanced at the sika deer beside him, secretly thinking about how to escape. The sika deer was a spiritual beast he had domesticated for many years. It was not only extremely fast, but also able to shuttle through the void and escape the enemy's pursuit.

Just after a fierce attack by Zhao Gongming, the Taoist Master Ran Deng finally found a chance to escape. He waved his whisk fiercely, and his figure turned into a stream of light and fled into the distance.

At the same time, he chanted a spell and summoned a sika deer.

The sika deer sensed the call of its master and instantly appeared beside him.

The Burning Lamp Taoist jumped and landed steadily on the back of the sika deer. Then, he urged his magic power, and the sika deer turned into a lightning speed and rushed away into the distance.

Seeing this, how could Zhao Gongming give up?

He roared, and his body turned into a golden light, chasing after him.

He knew that the Burning Lamp Taoist was cunning and changeable. If he let him escape this time, he might never find such a good opportunity again in the future. So, he tried his best to activate the power of Dinghaizhu and chased after the Burning Lamp Taoist.

The two started a thrilling chase in the void.

Zhao Gongming's speed was extremely fast, like a golden lightning shuttling through the void. And the Burning Lamp Taoist relied on the flexibility and speed of the sika deer to constantly change directions, trying to get rid of Zhao Gongming's pursuit.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of the golden figure.

As time went by, the distance between the two gradually narrowed. Zhao Gongming could clearly see the panicked look of the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

He was secretly proud of himself, knowing that he was about to win.

So, he waved his hand violently, and the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls turned into a dazzling light column, rushing towards the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

The Taoist Master Ran Deng was shocked when he saw this.

He knew that he could no longer escape Zhao Gongming's attack.

So, he gritted his teeth, urged all his magic power, and rushed towards the light column.

When the twenty-four Dinghai Pearls behind Zhao Gongming were launched at the same time, turning into dazzling light columns, carrying the power of destroying the world, the Taoist Master Ran Deng quickly waved the whisk in his hand. The whisk seemed soft and boneless, but it actually contained powerful magic power.

As he chanted, the whisk turned into thousands of threads, like an airtight net, trying to capture and disperse the attack of Dinghaizhu.

However, the power of Dinghaizhu was too strong, and even the net formed by the whisk could not completely resist it.

Seeing that Dinghaizhu was about to break through the defense of the whisk, the Taoist Master Ran Deng was quick to use his other magic weapon - the orange-yellow Qingyun. This Qingyun was obtained after years of hard practice, and it contained mysteries and could resist all kinds of magic.

He urged his magic power, and the Qingyun instantly expanded and turned into a sea of ​​clouds that covered the sky and the sun, wrapping him up. In the sea of ​​clouds, the clouds and mist were lingering, as if it was another world, and it was difficult for the outside world to penetrate.

However, Zhao Gongming's Dinghaizhu was extraordinary, and even the Qingyun's protection felt a huge pressure.

At this critical moment, the Taoist Master Ran Deng used the coffin lamp. The ancient coffin lamp, under the cover of Qingyun, quietly floated above the head of the Taoist priest Ran Deng.

The light was dim, but it revealed a mysterious atmosphere.

With the infusion of the Taoist Burning Lamp's magic power, the coffin lamp seemed to be activated, emitting waves of eerie light, which intertwined with the light of the Dinghai Pearl, forming strange ripples.

These ripples seemed to have some kind of magical power, which could actually weaken the attack of the Dinghai Pearl.

Whenever the light of the Dinghai Pearl touched these ripples, it would become dim, as if it was absorbed by some kind of power. In this way, with the help of the coffin lamp, the Taoist Burning Lamp barely resisted Zhao Gongming's Dinghai Pearl attack.

Then, the Taoist Burning Lamp waved his arm, and the measuring ruler jumped into the air like a living thing, flashing dazzling light, breaking the originally quiet space.

As the measuring ruler danced, the space between Zhao Gongming and the Taoist Burning Lamp seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, infinitely extending and twisting, forming a strange illusion.

In this illusion, Dinghai Pearls were like meteors that had lost their target. Despite their amazing power, they could never touch the corners of the clothes of the Taoist Master Ran Deng. They whizzed through the air, leaving behind a series of brilliant tracks, but could only helplessly disappear into the distant sky.

Relying on the magic of the measuring ruler, the Taoist Master Ran Deng shuttled through this space like a swimming fish, easily avoiding the pursuit of Dinghai Pearls.