My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

“Puff!”

A tall figure flying at high speed close to the sea surface was caught up by the sword light, and was directly cut in half, and then turned into a broken puppet and fell.

“Another clone!”

Manjusri Taoist frowned, turned around without hesitation, and continued to shuttle at high speed over the East China Sea.

He had killed no less than thirty puppet clones like this, which really wasted a lot of his time.

But he was not in the mood to complain now, and he only wanted to find Yang Ling and take back his Dunlong Pillar!

His eyes were like lightning, and his powerful divine thoughts swept through every corner of the sky and the ground.

He did not miss any possible hiding place, even the tiny crab hole was no exception, but Yang Ling still disappeared as if he had evaporated from the world.

As time went by, his face became more and more gloomy.

As if affected by his emotions, the sky changed color, dark clouds rolled, the sea surface was surging, and huge waves were surging... just like his mood at the moment.

"Brother, don't worry. Yang Ling must have consumed a lot of mana after fighting with others. He must be hiding in a secret place in this sea area now!"

Yu Ding Zhenren comforted him through his divine thoughts: "Let's search carefully and turn this sea area upside down. We will definitely find him!"

Manjusri Taoist did not respond.

At this moment, his face was extremely gloomy, and his heart was full of anger and unwillingness.

The Dunlong Pillar was a treasure personally refined by his master Yuanshi Tianzun, and he had nurtured it for many years. He had always treasured it and regarded it as the treasure of the cave!

But now, this treasure was taken away by Yang Ling. How could he be calm?

Yu Ding Zhenren also knew that the Dunlong Pillar had an extraordinary meaning for Manjusri Taoist. After comforting him a few words, he put all his thoughts on searching.

The divine thoughts of the two Taiyi Jinxians intertwined over the East China Sea, like a giant net covering an area of ​​about 100,000 miles.

Any slight changes in this sea area could not escape their eyes.

They could be sure that Yang Ling was still hiding in this sea area, but the sea area of ​​100,000 miles in radius was not big, but it was really big!

If they wanted to search it thoroughly, it would be a hundred times more difficult than when Tian Peng Zhenjun led 3,000 heavenly soldiers to search the Chaoyang Valley!

The two Taiyi Jinxians used the art of clones to transform into thousands of bodies, and Wang Mo, the Jiejiao Jinxian, also followed to conduct a carpet search.

But after searching for more than ten days and exploring most of the sea area, they still found nothing.

Yu Ding Zhenren was shaken for a while, thinking that Yang Ling might have blocked their divine sense exploration by some means and escaped from this sea area.

However, he did not dare to say this in front of Wenshu Taoist.

Because after more than ten days, Wenshu Taoist's face had become extremely ugly, and it was obvious that he could not accept the fact that the "spiritual treasure was taken away".

Yu Ding Zhenren could fully understand.

When the twelve golden immortals became disciples, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was a saint, personally refined a magic treasure for each of them.

In a sense, these magic treasures can be said to be a symbol of their status, and they also carry a deep gratitude to their master. In their hearts, they are more important than their lives!

If it was his Immortal Sword that was taken away, he would definitely be very anxious at this moment, not much better than Manjusri Taoist.

At this moment, it was not only Manjusri Taoist who was also very anxious, but also Wang Mo, the leader of the Four Saints of Jiulong Island.

He rode on the Bi'an and galloped over the vast blue waves.

As time passed, the uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer - his three brothers may have suffered misfortune now.

He clenched his fists, his nails almost embedded in the flesh, and his heart was tormented by self-blame and pain.

If he had known that this would be the case, he would never let Li Xingba and Gao Yougan provoke Yang Ling.

No, they shouldn't have listened to Shen Gongbao in the first place!

Why not just stay in seclusion in Jiulong Island? Why do you have to go to Chentang Pass to die?

Wang Mo was extremely regretful, but he knew that regretting now was useless.

What he had to do now was to cooperate with the two golden immortals of the Chan Sect and help them find Yang Ling. If his three brothers were not dead, that would be great!

If they were already dead, then let Yang Ling be buried with them!

Thinking of this, he suddenly trembled slightly, and his mind caught a trace of unusual fluctuations on the sea surface.

Under the boundless blue waves, a fist-sized snail shell was being swept away by the deep sea current.

Wang Mo's eyes immediately locked on the snail shell.

He had practiced in the East China Sea for so many years, and he had seen some smart sea beasts that liked to ride the ocean current to move quickly, but how could a snail living in the mud and sand on the seabed also join in the fun?

Instinctively, he raised his hand without hesitation, and a sharp sword light shot out from his fingertips.

Wherever the sword light passed, a deep gully was cut into the sea, and the waves splashed with great momentum.

The snail was also crushed into powder in an instant.

At the moment when the shell was destroyed, a figure suddenly appeared, expanded to its original size in an instant, and then raised his hand and slapped it:

"Let you destroy my cave!"

The purple-gold giant hand appeared out of thin air, and directly slapped tens of thousands of tons of seawater and Wang Mo into the sky.

Although he was hit, Wang Mo was ecstatic and contacted Manjusri Taoist through his divine thoughts at the first time.

Then he ignored the pain in his body and rushed towards Yang Ling on his Bifan. The fairy sword in his hand was so bright that every wave within a thousand miles around him turned into a sharp sword at this moment and shot towards Yang Ling. .

At the same time, he shouted angrily: "Yang Ling, please let my three brothers go!"

"Your brother has long since turned into ashes!"

Yang Ling replied in a bad tone, and he didn't seem very happy.

He originally wanted to quietly leave this sea area with the help of ocean currents, but he did not expect that this king demon would spy on his whereabouts.

Looking at the overwhelming water swords, Yang Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and he directly took out the Dragon Escape Stake from the treasure bag.

He picked up the secret word "Xing" and shuttled freely among the thousands of water swords. He looked at Wang Mo and shouted coldly: "Since you are seeking death, it's time to use you to test the power of this dragon-escaping stake!"

After saying that, he threw up the Dragon-Defying Stake in his hand.

The dragon escape pile rotated in the air, making a deafening dragon roar, instantly turned into a golden light, shot straight into the sky, and then shot towards the king and demon at an incredible speed.

When Wang Mo saw this, his expression suddenly changed.

He had just seen the power of the Dragon-Defying Stake not long ago. He quickly cast a spell and turned it into a burst of black smoke, trying to avoid the Dragon-Driving Stake in this way of virtualizing his body.

However, as a high-grade acquired spiritual treasure with thirty-three restrictions, how could the Dragon-Dragon Stake be avoided so easily?

I saw the three golden rings on the pile flickering, appearing out of thin air in the black smoke.

King Demon's spell was broken instantly, and he transformed from black smoke back into reality. A golden ring was wrapped around his neck, feet and waist, and it was tightened quickly.

"No!"

The king demon screamed in fear and tried to break away quickly, but the golden ring moved tighter and tighter, tightly tying his body to the wooden stake.

Not only can’t he move, but he can’t even let his soul leave his body!

"Help me quickly!"

King Demon shouted, giving orders to his mount.

Seeing that its master was in danger, the beast roared angrily, opened its mouth and spat out a sharp golden spirit, turning into a bright sword and slashing at the three golden rings.

With just a crisp sound of "dang", the sharp sword transformed by the golden spirit energy instantly shattered into pieces and dissipated into bits of golden light.

Yang Ling struck out with a palm, and the dragon-capturing hand whizzed out, turning into a golden giant palm to catch the beast, and then used the Map of Mountains and Rivers to throw it in.

Just when he was about to do the same and throw the King Demon in, he heard a powerful divine thought sweeping across from a very far distance, turning into an extremely angry roar:

"Return my treasure quickly!"

Yang Ling took a glance and saw Taoist Manjusri and Master Yuding, like two bolts of lightning, coming towards this side.

He was not surprised. Before the two Golden Immortals of Chanjiao arrived, they took the demon king into the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map.

Then he took back the dragon-hiding stake, shrunk it down to the size of a fist, and threw it up and down in his hand, a high-grade spiritual treasure that looked like a lotus, and praised sincerely:

"Your baby is so useful..."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Manjusri's eyes suddenly burst into tears!

Apparently, his worst fears came true.

This treasure, which was personally refined by his master Yuanshi Tianzun and given to him, has now been forcibly refined by this guy!

It hurts, it hurts so much!