My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Outside the Jiepai Pass, the morning light was shining, and there was a solemn and solemn atmosphere filling the sky and the earth.

The twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao are now lined up in a row, standing on the vast battlefield.

They were dressed in various colored fairy robes and jade crowns, exuding a faint fairy spirit, as if they were integrated with the heaven and earth.

Guangchengzi stood at the front, his face was serious and solemn, and he exuded the temperament of a leader. His eyes were like torches, staring at the Jie Pai Pass in front of him, as if he could see through all illusions.

Following closely behind him was Aka Seiko, with a stern face and carrying a fairy sword on his back.

The other golden immortals also stood in their respective positions. They were holding magic weapons, holding weapons, or shaking their feather fans. Every movement seemed so calm and unhurried, as if they had transcended the turmoil of the world and reached the realm of transcendence and sainthood.

The twelve golden immortals were lined up in a row, like an indestructible barrier. Their presence made Xiqi's soldiers feel high in morale, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

After seeing the lineup of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, the defenders at the gate had solemn expressions on their faces, and an indescribable awe surged in their hearts.

They know that each of these twelve immortals is a being that cannot be underestimated.

Looking at the back of the Twelve Golden Immortals, Shen Gongbao frowned, his eyes flashed with anxiety. He looked at the deputy leader, Ran Deng Taoist, with unquestionable firmness in his voice: "Deputy leader Ran Deng, this battle is about the honor and disgrace of our religion. , a strong general must be dispatched to frighten the enemy!”

Taoist Ran Deng nodded slightly when he heard the words, and his eyes that seemed to be able to see everything in the world slowly scanned the surroundings.

Under the sun, his white hair shines like silver threads, and his clothes flow automatically without wind, revealing his otherworldly temperament.

I saw Wei Hu, who was tall and muscular, like an unshakable mountain. He stood up and promised that he would be the first to go into battle and he would definitely be able to break through the city and return.

Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, the two brothers stood side by side, their eyes full of desire for battle...and Huang Tianhua, holding two hammers, heroic and exuding a heroic spirit that should not be underestimated.

These three generations of disciples are all gearing up, volunteering, and vowing to bring glory to the religion.

The corner of Taoist Ran Deng's mouth raised a smile of approval. After some careful consideration, his eyes finally fixed on Yin Jiao. He caressed his long beard gently, and his tone was gentle but revealed unquestionable strength: "Yin Jiao, you will fight in this battle. You are wise and courageous, and have a righteous heart. You will definitely be able to lead my disciples and achieve brilliant results."

Hearing the words, Yin Jiao's blood boiled in his chest. He stood up, clasping his fists with his hands, and his voice was as firm as iron: "Follow your orders! Disciples must go all out to fulfill their mission, prove the power of our religion with practical actions, and show the courage of our generation!"

After saying that, Yin Jiao strode toward the battlefield with everyone's expectations and trust. His back, stretched under the afterglow of the setting sun, looked particularly heroic and majestic.

Yin Jiao strode to the outside of the city gate almost instantly. His voice was like summer thunder, making the dust on the city gate tremble slightly. He challenged Yang Ling on the tower: "You are the Yang Ling taught by people." , Do you dare to fight with me?"

Yang Ling just smiled softly and quietly looked at Yin Jiao below.

At this time, Nezha's eyes burst into flames and he felt intolerable to Yin Jiao's arrogant words.

He kicked his feet suddenly, his body almost flew up, and shouted angrily: "Yin Jiao, you are like a frog in the well, you don't know how high the sky is! If your master comes, you may be able to walk a few rounds in front of Uncle Yang, but you, hum , Why are you so presumptuous here?”

After that, he turned to face Yang Ling, clenched his hands into fists, and with a firm light in his eyes, begged: "Uncle Yang, please let me go! I will let this kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky know what real strength is." !”

Yang Ling looked at Nezha, a hint of appreciation and relief flashed in his eyes.

So, he nodded slightly and said seriously: "Nezha, go, but be careful."

When Nezha heard the words, he immediately flashed and rushed towards Yin Jiao like an arrow from a string.

A trace of the setting sun on the horizon is like blood, spilling on the vast land, adding a tragic color to the upcoming war.

Under the vast sky, two young heroes, Nezha and Yin Jiao, stood proudly on the top of the vast sky, preparing for a fierce battle worthy of being recorded in history.

Nezha, this young man with extraordinary skills and heroic spirit, walks on a dazzling hot wheel.

The wheel seemed to be made of flames and strong winds. Every rotation caused the surrounding air to boil, releasing a heat wave that could burn all things.

His posture is as tall as a pine tree, and there is an arrogance between his brows. The desire for victory and the fearlessness of challenges shine in his eyes.

Nezha was wearing a battle robe, with the legendary Circle of Heaven and Earth on his shoulders.

This object is as light as nothing, but it contains the power to change the world. Once activated, it can turn everything upside down and make the enemy unable to hide. Around his waist was a gleaming Huntian silk ribbon. This silk ribbon danced lightly in the wind, seeming to capture the most subtle aura between heaven and earth and restrain all evil.

The most eye-catching thing is the fire-tip spear held tightly in Nezha's hand. The tip of the spear jumped with blazing flames, as if it could penetrate everything in the world, burn away all obstacles, and release the power to destroy the world.

On the other side of the opposition is Yin Jiao, who is equally heroic and majestic. He holds two male and female swords, the sword blades flashing with cold light, one yin and one yang, complementing each other.

Just tap the tip of the sword, and it will have the power of thunder, as if it can cut off all the troubles in the world.

Yin Jiao's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes revealed perseverance and unyieldingness.

Every breath he took seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth, and his whole body exuded pressure that should not be underestimated.

Although Yin Jiao is young, he has profound cultivation and excellent swordsmanship. He vows to prove his strength and dignity with the two swords in his hands and let the world see his grace.

With a crisp war drum, the battle between the two officially started.

Nezha stretched out his figure, and the Hot Wheels accelerated instantly, turning into two fire dragons and rushing straight towards the suburbs of Yin.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind fiery trails that seemed to set the entire world on fire.

Not to be outdone, Yin Jiao waved his swords, the sword light was like lightning, and it collided with Nezha's Hot Wheels in the air. Sparks suddenly flew out, lighting up the entire battlefield, as if they were about to set the night sky on fire.

Nezha sneered, his figure moved left and right, and was extremely flexible.

The fire-tipped spear in his hand was like a living thing, sometimes thrusting out, sometimes sweeping, each blow aimed directly at Yin Jiao's vitals. The flame seemed to have spirituality, tightly wrapping around Yin Jiao's sword light, trying to engulf him.

Yin Jiao used his sword as a shield and attack as a defense. The male and female swords intertwined into an airtight sword net, trying to trap Nezha.

The two of them were going back and forth in the air, fighting inextricably.

Every move and every move contains earth-shattering power, making the viewers tremble with fear, as if the whole world is trembling with their battle.

During the battle, Nezha suddenly shouted loudly, and the Qiankun Circle came out of his hand, turning into a dazzling light and heading straight for Yin Jiao. That light seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and hit Yin Jiao's soul directly.

When Yin Jiao saw this, he hurriedly waved his sword to block. But the circle of heaven and earth seemed to have spirituality, nimbly bypassing the edge of the sword and approaching Yin Jiao's chest. At this critical moment, Yin Jiao turned sharply and narrowly avoided the blow.

At the same time, he stabbed Nezha straight into the heart with a backhand sword. Nezha sneered, and Huntian Ling suddenly swung out, like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, instantly wrapping around Yin Jiao's sword blade.

The silk ribbon seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, causing Yin Jiao's sword light to dim instantly.

Nezha said in a cold tone: "Your sword is too slow."

At this point in the battle, both sides have tried their best.

But Nezha gradually gained the upper hand with his superb mastery of magic and flexible use of magic weapons.

Although Yin Jiao was extremely brave, he began to seem a little powerless under Nezha's almost perfect offensive.

When Nezha saw this, he thought to himself and decided to bring this battle to a perfect end.

He suddenly jumped up, and the Hot Wheels drew a gorgeous arc in the air.

At the same time, the fire-tip spear in Nezha's hand gathered all his strength and will, turning into a tornado of flames, rushing straight into the suburbs of Yin. This blow condensed all Nezha's mana and wisdom, and was unstoppable, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

When Yin Jiao saw this, he knew that this was a matter of life and death.

He gritted his teeth, combined his swords, and turned into a bright sword light to face the flame tornado.

The two forces collided in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

The whole world seemed to be shaking at this moment, as if it could not bear the impact of this force and collapse. After the dust settled, Nezha was seen landing firmly on the ground, while Yin Jiao took a few steps back. His face was as pale as paper, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Nezha put away the magic weapon and looked at Yin Jiao with complicated eyes.

He knew that victory in this battle was not easy to come by, but he had to rely on his own wisdom and courage to win.

He slowly said: "You are very strong, but the winner today can only be me."

Yin Jiao smiled bitterly. He knew that he was not unjustly defeated. Nezha's strength and wisdom were indeed far superior to his. If there were no accidents, he could only slowly nod to admit defeat.

However, he still has one big killer weapon that he has no use for.

Now it cannot be used anymore.

The next moment, Yin Jiao's eyes were as bright as a torch, and his figure trembled. Fantian Seal suddenly appeared on his palm. The heavy treasure seemed to contain the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. It only took a moment to turn everything into nothing.

"Nezha, today I will let you see the true strength of Yin Jiao!" Yin Jiao shouted, waved his arm, and the Fantian Seal streaked through the sky like a meteor, with a destructive aura, heading straight for Nezha Come.

Nezha's face was solemn, but his figure was extremely flexible. Under the hot wheel, he turned into a red lightning in an attempt to avoid this fatal blow. However, how can the power of Fan Tianyin be taken lightly?

I saw it tossing and turning in the air, as if it had a spirit, always clinging to Nezha. Every impact made Nezha's body shake violently, causing unspeakable pain.

"Hmph, how dare you compete with me, just a mortal?" Yin Jiao sneered, controlling Fan Tianyin, and his offensive became more fierce.

Although Nezha was brave, he gradually became powerless under the continuous bombardment of Fan Tianyin. The light of the fire-tip spear also began to dim. He stepped back, a flash of despair in his eyes.

Just when Nezha's life was hanging by a thread and was about to be swallowed up by this endless offensive, a bright light pierced the sky in the distance, like a savior coming, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.

It was a ray of golden light, warm and powerful. It flew out from Yang Ling's hand and turned into a small and exquisite treasure. It rotated gently, exuding a gentle but unignorable power.

Yang Ling knew that Nezha alone could not resist Yin Jiao's Fan Tianyin.

So, at the critical moment, he sacrificed his most precious treasure - the treasured money.

Although this baby looks ordinary, it has the miraculous ability to absorb magic weapons from all over the world and is the nemesis of Fan Tianyin.

I saw the treasured money dancing lightly in the air, as if there was some mysterious connection with Fan Tianyin. With Yang Ling's soft drink, the unstoppable Fan Tianyin seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, slowly deviating from its trajectory. , was finally firmly included in the treasure money and disappeared without a trace.

This scene shocked everyone, and Yin Jiao was even more horrified. He never expected that the Fantian Seal that he was so proud of would be taken away so easily.

His face was filled with disbelief and anger, and his eyes were like daggers, staring at Yang Ling in the distance.

"Yang Ling, how dare you spoil my good deeds!" Yin Jiao roared, his voice making the air around him tremble. He was so angry that he wanted to cut Yang Ling into pieces immediately to vent his hatred.

At this moment, Guangchengzi also appeared on the battlefield.

He was wearing a Taoist robe and had an immortal air, and his eyes showed unquestionable majesty.

"Yang Ling, you dare to do anything in front of me and take away my magic weapon. You are so despicable and shameless!" Guang Chengzi roared angrily, his voice like thunder, which shook the heaven and earth.

In a flash, he was in front of Yang Ling, exuding a powerful aura.

Yang Ling, wearing a green shirt, quickly rose into the sky and stood in the void, surrounded by mana fluctuations of thunder and fire, like the most dazzling star in the world.

"Well done!"

Guangchengzi shouted. He was wearing a gleaming Bagua purple-striped immortal garment. On the immortal garment, the Bagua pattern shone brightly, and every ray of light contained the supreme wisdom and power of the saint.

It is said that this was personally refined by a saint and has the miraculous effect of being invulnerable to all laws and avoiding all evils.

With a clear whistle, Yang Ling took the lead in attacking. He made seals with his hands and muttered something in his mouth.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder flashed, and thick bolts of lightning tore through the clouds like angry dragons, bombarding Guangchengzi with the force of destroying the heaven and earth.

This thunder technique was obtained by Yang Ling after many years of hard training. Each strike contains his deep understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. It is so powerful that it can change the color of mountains and rivers, and make the sun and moon dim.

Facing this overwhelming lightning strike, Guangchengzi remained calm. He smiled softly. The light on the Bagua Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes was so bright that it seemed to form an invisible shield, which bounced back the violent thunder and lightning one by one. , and even a few rays of lightning were gently absorbed and turned into nothingness the moment they touched the fairy clothes.

This scene made the immortals watching the battle marvel, and they all praised the magic of the purple ribbon fairy clothes.

However, Yang Ling did not give up there. He knew how powerful Guangchengzi Xianyi was, but the indomitable fighting spirit in his heart made him even more excited.

His body flashed and turned into a stream of light, approaching Guangchengzi in an instant. With a wave of his hands, fiery red spells flew out from his fingertips and turned into a sea of ​​fire, surrounding Guangchengzi.

This fire method is different from the fire in the world. It is made by Yang Ling using his own magic power and condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Its temperature is high enough to melt metal and stone and burn all things.

Facing the raging flames, Guangchengzi remained calm and calm. The light on the Bagua Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes shone again, forming a circle of rotating Bagua diagrams, swallowing up the raging flames one by one and turning them into cool air that surrounded him. , allowing him to keep his clothes intact and look calm despite being in a sea of ​​fire.

But Yang Ling's offensive did not stop. He knew that it was difficult to break through Guangchengzi's defense with a single spell, so he began to skillfully combine thunder and fire methods to create unprecedented magical powers.

I saw his hands intertwined, thunder and fire intertwined, and beams of light containing the power of thunder and fire fell from the sky, hitting Guang Chengzi directly like a punishment from heaven.

This time, even Bagua Zishou Immortal Yi seemed to feel unprecedented pressure.

The beam of light fell on the immortal clothes. Although most of the power was resolved, some of the power of thunder and fire still penetrated the protection, causing Guangchengzi's figure to tremble slightly and his face to change slightly.

He secretly marveled in his heart. He didn't expect Yang Ling to have such amazing magic power and creativity, and to be able to integrate the two completely different elements of thunder and fire so perfectly to form such a powerful attack.

Taking advantage of the victory, Yang Ling pursued and continued to display more unpredictable magic powers. Thunder and fire intertwined, light and shadow intertwined, turning the entire battlefield into a gorgeous and dangerous picture.

Although Guangchengzi was wearing the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes given by the saint, he began to struggle under Yang Ling's continuous attacks.

He constantly used Xianyi's defensive abilities and seized opportunities to counterattack, but Yang Ling deftly resolved each time. The battle between the two is no longer just a competition of magic power, but also a contest of wisdom and strategy.

As time went by, Guang Chengzi's physical strength and mana gradually depleted, but Yang Ling was still full of energy and his offensive became more fierce. Finally, under a series of attacks carefully planned by Yang Ling, Guangchengzi was unable to defend himself and was hit by a beam of light containing the power of thunder and fire. He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, although the Eight Diagrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes blocked it for him. Most of the damage was done, but the impact still made his blood boil and he almost lost his balance.

However, as a veteran and strong man who is well-known in the three worlds, is Guang Chengzi someone who is easily defeated?

Under Yang Ling's fierce offensive, instead of retreating, he aroused stronger fighting spirit.

Guang Chengzi's body shook slightly, and he stabilized the trend of being repelled. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that if he continued to passively defend, it would be difficult to reverse the situation.

Guang Chengzi took a deep breath, and his whole body of magic power surged. The light on the Eight Diagrams Purple Ribbon Immortal Clothes instantly became brighter, as if it resonated with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. He formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Suddenly, a powerful wave of magic power emanated from his body and rushed straight into the sky.

As Guang Chengzi hummed, the clouds in the sky began to gather and formed a huge vortex. In the vortex, lightning and storms intertwined, as if containing destructive power.

Guang Chengzi let out a long roar, and the vortex suddenly exploded, turning into a shocking storm column, bombarding Yang Ling.

This storm column not only contains Guang Chengzi's profound magic power, but also integrates his profound understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. It seems to be able to tear apart space, devour everything, and make the entire battlefield tremble.

Facing Guangchengzi's counterattack, Yang Ling also looked solemn. He knew the power of this storm pillar very well and dared not be careless. So, he quickly mobilized all his mana, and the magic power of thunder and fire was used again, turning into a series of light curtains, trying to resist the attack of the storm pillar.

However, the power of the storm pillar was too amazing. When it met Yang Ling's light curtain, it instantly collided violently. Lightning, fire and storm intertwined together to form a gorgeous and dangerous explosion.

The aftermath of the explosion caused the entire battlefield to be turbulent, as if the world was about to collapse.

Yang Ling's green shirt fluttered, his eyes flashed with a firm light, and his body was surrounded by a faint mana fluctuation, which could burst out amazing power at any time.

Guangchengzi was secretly amazed in his heart. He had never seen such a young cultivator with such a profound cultivation and calm temperament.

However, today's battle was related to the honor and disgrace of the master, and he must not be careless.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. In an instant, an ancient copper bell emerged from the void. It was his magic weapon, the Soul-Falling Bell.

"Yang Ling, although you are gifted, today, I will let you know why old people are more experienced!" Guang Chengzi's voice was low, but it contained unquestionable majesty.

He waved his sleeves violently, and the Soul-Falling Bell turned into a stream of light and flew towards Yang Ling. The space along the way seemed to be shaken by it.

However, facing this terrifying magic weapon that was enough to shake the Yuan Shen, Yang Ling did not change his face or heart, as if the Soul-Falling Bell was no threat to him.

"Guang Chengzi, your Soul-Falling Bell is indeed powerful, but to me, it is just a child's play." Yang Ling's voice was calm, but revealed an indescribable confidence.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a copper coin shining with golden light flew out of his sleeve. It was his magic weapon, the Treasure-Falling Gold Coin.

The falling treasure money drew a gorgeous arc in the air, easily penetrated the defense of the soul-falling bell, and took it away steadily.

Seeing this, Guang Chengzi's face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He never expected that the soul-falling bell he sacrificed would be taken away so easily by Yang Ling.

An indescribable anger burned in his heart. He widened his eyes and glared at Yang Ling, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Good Yang Ling, I underestimated you! Today, I will definitely grind you to ashes!" Guang Chengzi roared, and his whole body of magic power surged, ready to launch a more fierce attack.

At this moment, a figure broke through the sky like lightning and came to Guang Chengzi's side in an instant. It was his junior brother - Chi Jingzi.

Chi Jingzi also wore the Bagua purple immortal clothes, with a handsome face and a firm light in his eyes.

He knew Guang Chengzi's character very well, and knew that if his senior brother got angry, the consequences would be disastrous. So, he hurried to help, ready to join hands with Guangchengzi to deal with Yang Ling.

"Brother, don't worry, let me lend you a hand!" Chi Jingzi waved his hands, and a long sword of water and fire emerged from the void. It was his magic weapon - Water and Fire Edge.

Under Chi Jingzi's control, the Water and Fire Edge turned into a stream of light and shot towards Yang Ling.

It was so fast that it seemed that even the space was torn apart by it.

However, facing this sudden attack, Yang Ling was calm.

He just waved his sleeves lightly, and the Water and Fire Edge was pulled away by an invisible force.

This scene also surprised Chi Jingzi.

He never expected that Yang Ling's strength was so terrifying that even his Water and Fire Edge could be easily beaten away. He widened his eyes and looked at Yang Ling in disbelief, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Chi Jingzi, your fire and water front is powerful, but it is far from enough for me." Yang Ling said with a smile.

Guang Chengzi saw that Chi Jingzi was unable to do anything to Yang Ling, and his heart was even more furious.

Yang Ling's figure was graceful, like a dragon playing in the water. He was at ease in the attack of Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi. Every dodge was just right, neither looking embarrassed nor losing his demeanor.

He could always easily resolve the opponent's fierce attack at the most critical moment. Whether it was the magic weapon that Guang Chengzi re-sacrificed, or Chi Jingzi's fire and water front that blended water and fire and had infinite power, they all seemed so powerless in front of him.

Seeing this, Guang Chengzi frowned. He knew that if this continued, he and Chi Jingzi would probably have a hard time winning.

So, he took a deep breath and exchanged glances with Chi Jingzi. The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Guang Chengzi made seals with his hands and muttered something. A great power of magic surged out of his body and turned into a dazzling light, rushing straight into the sky.

"The sky and the earth are boundless, the universe borrows the magic!" Guang Chengzi shouted, and the light instantly condensed into a huge lightsaber, slashing towards Yang Ling with the power of destroying the world.

At the same time, Chi Jingzi was not to be outdone. He waved his hands, and the water and fire front turned into a stream of light again, fighting side by side with Guang Chengzi's lightsaber. The two forces intertwined to form a terrifying attack wave.

Facing this unprecedented crisis, Yang Ling seemed unusually calm.

He smiled slightly, and the light of wisdom flashed in his eyes.

He put his hands together, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if sensing something.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a golden light burst out from his body, instantly wrapping him up.

"Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the five elements return to one, and the world is the furnace!" Yang Ling shouted, and the golden light instantly turned into a huge five-element magic circle, protecting him firmly in it.

The attack waves of the lightsaber and the water and fire front were weakened layer by layer the moment they touched the five-element magic circle, and finally turned into nothingness.

This scene surprised Guangchengzi and Chijingzi.

They never expected that Yang Ling could use the power of the five elements so cleverly to dissolve their joint attack.

The two golden immortals of the Chan Sect looked at each other and saw the shock and unwillingness in each other's eyes.