Chapter 157 It Turns Out They Are All Old Coins! (Subscribe)

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Black Dragon's face turned pale. If this was fully carried out, would he still be alive?

At that moment, he bent down without hesitation and knelt heavily on the bottom of the cold river, making a "thud" sound.

His head was lowered, and he did not dare to look directly at Yang Ling. He could only continue to plead with a trembling voice: "Young man has no eyesight and does not know the magical powers of the gods. Please forgive me!

Isn't the Immortal looking for treasures? The young one is willing to be loyal to the Immortal and be driven by the Immortal at will! "

Yang Ling pondered for a moment.

The black dragon in front of him has a high level of Taoism, at least a Golden Immortal Taoist. Although his nature is a bit cruel, if he can be subdued, it may be helpful for him to find the jade bottle.

What's more, this black dragon-looking horse can actually be used as a transportation mount.

With this in mind, he slowly said: "If you can help me find what I want, I will spare your life.

If your performance is acceptable, I can also give you an opportunity to go to Daluo Mountain to guard my human education! "

"People's religion?"

When Heilong heard this, a look of shock immediately flashed in his eyes, "Is it possible that you, the Supreme Immortal, are the Xuandu Archmage of the Human Sect?"

"Master Xuandu is my senior brother, my name is Yang Ling."

"It turns out to be Yang Ling, the Immortal!"

There was a hint of flattery on the black dragon's face, and he introduced himself enthusiastically: "The younger one is called Ao Ming, he is from the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and he is a cousin of the East China Sea Dragon King Ao Guang.

When he was young, he competed with him for the throne of the Dragon King. After losing, he was suppressed in the eyes of the sea. Later, the younger one took advantage of the lax guard and escaped secretly. After that, he was hunted all the way until he was forced to hide in the Wangchuan River... "

He told his story without reservation, and then said sincerely: "I don't want to take revenge now, I just want to follow you to Daluo Mountain to see the gate!

Don’t worry, Shangxian, the little guaranteeman is very conscientious. Without your words, not even a fly will be let in! "

Yang Ling nodded slightly. He could tell that this black dragon had never heard of his name.

This is also normal.

After all, he had only been a disciple for a short time, and it was the last Western Kunlun Taoism that made him famous, and he had a certain reputation among the immortals and gods of the three realms.

The black dragon lives at the bottom of the Wangchuan River all year round, and has very few chances to see a living person. Naturally, it is impossible for him to have heard of Yang Ling's name.

However, this guy was quite tactful and nodded immediately, showing a loyal and "dog-legged" look: "Don't worry, Immortal, I will do my best to find the treasure for you, Immortal!"

Yang Ling nodded and asked the black dragon to make an oath of heaven. If he had two minds, his body and soul would be destroyed, and then he put away the rain of flowers in the sky.

He looked around and saw that the bottom of the cold Lethe River was silent again.

Black Dragon Ao Ming raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing with caution and curiosity: "Shangxian, what does the treasure you are looking for look like? If you can know its characteristics, the smaller one may be able to find it faster."

Yang Ling smiled slightly, looked at him and said, "Have you ever heard of Ancestor Hongyun?"

Ao Ming showed an expression of sudden realization on his face and laughed loudly: "I understand, it turns out that the Immortal is also here to find that ray of purple energy.

Immortal, you did the right thing by leaving me alive!

I actually know some clues about the Hongmeng Purple Qi! "

"oh?"

Yang Ling didn't expect an unexpected surprise. He casually subdued a black dragon and got the clue he wanted.

Is my luck already so strong?

Yang Ling raised his brows slightly and asked in a deep voice, "What do you know? Tell me."

Seeing Yang Ling's solemn expression, Ao Ming knew that this was a critical moment and did not dare to hide anything. He quickly told everything he knew: "Shangxian, there is a mysterious area at the bottom of the Wangchuan River, which is completely covered by glaciers. .

The younger one had tried to get close to that area before, but felt a strong sense of danger, as if someone was watching me secretly, so he never dared to go deep. "

Hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel awe-struck in her heart.

He knew that this black dragon possessed the golden immortality and was like an overlord in the Wangchuan River. There must be quite a bit of danger in an area that even this guy doesn't dare to approach easily.

Especially when he said he felt someone was watching him secretly, it was very intriguing.

You must know that the Wangchuan River is not a kind place. Except for a few living beings who can practice in the river, the vast majority of living beings stay away from the Wangchuan River.

If there are creatures stationed in that area for a long time, there must be something wrong there!

Many speculations flashed through Yang Ling's mind, and he finally decided to go and check it out in person, otherwise he would really feel uneasy.

He pondered for a moment, then told Ao Ming: "Take me there to see."

Ao Ming nodded hurriedly, expressing absolute obedience: "Don't worry, Immortal, I will never have any second thoughts, I will definitely take Immortal with you and arrive safely."

Heilong Ao Ming felt a little uneasy when he heard this, but under Yang Ling's intimidation, he did not dare to hesitate.

He slowly stood up, transformed into a hundred-foot-sized black dragon, let Yang Ling stand on top of his head, and then swam across the dark red Wangchuan River toward the so-called mysterious area.

Ao Ming has a strong figure and a wild beauty when swimming. He seems to be very familiar with the terrain at the bottom of the Wangchuan River. Every turn and twist he makes is just right and he avoids many crises.

After traveling for thousands of miles, they finally reached the mysterious area mentioned by the black dragon.

The river here seems deeper and colder than other places, and there are wisps of black fog lingering in the water, as if even the light is swallowed up.

Suddenly, a feeling of being spied on came over Yang Ling, and he felt a pair of sharp eyes looking at him from the black fog.

This feeling is like a sharp blade, going straight to the depths of the soul, making it impossible to ignore.

The black dragon Ao Ming was stunned for a moment, his huge pupils full of fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "My lord, I feel like I will die here if I go forward."

His voice was full of panic, and the unprecedented fear made his huge body tremble slightly.

Yang Ling was awed in his heart, and he became more curious about this mysterious area.

Who is hiding in there?

What are they doing?

Thinking of this, he said lightly: "Don't stop, keep moving forward."

Ao Ming hesitated for a moment, but under the intimidation of Yang Ling, he dared not disobey, and could only bite the bullet and continue to control the huge dragon body, slowly swimming towards the area covered by black fog.

A faint light appeared on his dark dragon scales, as if he was trying to protect himself as much as possible.

As they approached, the feeling of being spied on became stronger and stronger.

The huge body of the black dragon Ao Ming slowly moved forward in the cold water of the Wangchuan River. Yang Ling stood on his head, his eyes like lightning, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, a chill came, accompanied by an extremely cold warning.

"Those who trespass will be killed without mercy!"

Almost at the same time as the voice sounded, two blood-colored knife lights broke through the fog like arrows from a string, heading straight for Yang Ling and the black dragon Ao Ming.

The two knife lights were extremely fast, carrying a suffocating killing intent, as if to chop up everything that blocked them.

Black Dragon Ao Ming felt the threat of death and instinctively wanted to turn around and escape, but thinking that he had now surrendered to the immortal of the Human Sect, he forced himself to suppress this fear.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, and his right hand was like a sword.

The next moment, a dazzling sword light burst out from his hand, like a rising sun, dazzling and dazzling, rushing straight towards the two blood-colored sword lights.

"Puff!" The sword light and the knife light collided, making a light sound. The two blood-colored sword lights that were thought to be indestructible, under the impact of the sword light, were like thin ice encountering the scorching sun, instantly disintegrated, and turned into blood-colored light points that dissipated in the water.

Seeing this, Black Dragon Ao Ming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. His body finally stopped shaking, and his awe of Yang Ling in his heart became even greater.

In the black fog, the cold voice sounded again, with a hint of surprise: "Who are you?!"

Yang Ling's eyes were stern. He knew that the opponent he met this time was not an ordinary person, and he had to be careful.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is why you are hiding here and why you want to attack us?"

The voice in the black fog was silent for a moment, as if it was measuring Yang Ling's strength or considering whether to answer.

After a long while, the voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing in its tone: "Want to know the answer? It depends on whether you have the ability."

Before the voice fell, a stronger murderous aura suddenly erupted in the black fog, and the area within hundreds of miles seemed to be shrouded by this murderous aura, suffocating.

Suddenly, a tall figure rushed out of the black fog like a ghost. His body was as tall as an iron tower. He held a long knife in his right hand. The narrow blade was wrapped in cold black air, and the blade flashed with cold light.

There was a bloodthirsty and cruel light in his eyes, as if all life was nothing but grass waiting to be harvested in his eyes.

With his appearance, all the water within hundreds of miles was evaporated, forming a huge hole.

The water of the Wangchuan River could not fall down above his head, forming a dark red dome, illuminating countless sword lights that fell like stars.

Each sword light contained the power to destroy the world, slashing straight at Yang Ling, trying to completely wipe him out.

Facing this sudden attack, Yang Ling remained calm, and his right hand turned into a sword. A bright sword light burst out from his fingertips, instantly cutting through the sky and cutting down countless stars.

Those seemingly indestructible sword lights shattered under the impact of the sword light, turning into starlight and disappearing.

At this time, the black dragon Ao Ming saw the tall figure and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Indra!"

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he immediately asked: "Who is Indra?"

Ao Ming hurriedly said: "He is Indra, the leader of the four famous demon generals in the Asura clan, and his strength is extraordinary!

The long sword in his hand is a killing weapon forged by the leader of the Styx. He has absorbed millions of dead souls to refine this pair of demon blades, which are extremely ferocious..."

Indra heard Ao Ming's voice, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he sneered again: "It turned out to be you, the little dragon from the East China Sea. Last time, I was at a critical juncture in my cultivation, so I spared your life. I didn't expect you to dare to show up here.

But today, don't think about leaving alive. I will use your souls to feed my Heaven-killing Demon Blade!"

After that, Indra's figure turned into a black lightning again, and killed Yang Ling and the black dragon Ao Ming.

When the long sword was swung, it brought gusts of wind, and the extremely sharp sword energy even cut terrifying cracks in the void.

Under this ferocious offensive, even the black dragon Ao Ming felt unprecedented pressure. The surrounding space seemed to be bound by invisible chains, making him unable to move.

Despair surged in Ao Ming's heart, and he clearly felt the breath of death. The blade was like Death's scythe, hanging over his head and could fall at any time.

At this critical moment, Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand calmly, and a golden ancient coin - Luobao Money - suddenly appeared in his palm.

This ancient coin exudes a faint light and seems to contain infinite power.

Yang Ling silently used the secret word "bing", and the two small wings on the Luobao money seemed to come to life. An invisible force spread quickly and directly locked the long knife in Indra's hand.

Indra was waving his long knife, preparing to harvest Yang Ling's soul with one blow, but suddenly he felt that the knife in his hand seemed to have a will of its own, and it flew out uncontrollably.

His face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"How is that possible! How could my Sky-Slaying Demonic Blade..."

Indra exclaimed. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab the long knife again, but the long knife drew a strange arc in the air and flew directly back to Yang Ling's hand.

Yang Ling held the long knife, smiled lightly, and said, "I'm not good at using knives, so you don't need to be so polite..."

Indra had an expression of disbelief on his face, his eyes filled with anger and humiliation. This sky-killing demon blade was a treasure given to him by Patriarch Styx, and it must not fall into the hands of others under any circumstances!

"Give me the knife back!"

Indra roared, like an enraged beast, and suddenly turned into a bloody light and rushed towards Yang Ling, trying to take back his own weapon.

However, Yang Ling had already prepared a countermeasure.

I saw a yellow wooden pile falling from the sky. It grew to more than three feet high in the wind. It was distributed according to the three talents. There were three golden rings on the pile and a golden lotus underneath.

The three golden rings shone with golden light and appeared out of thin air on Indra's neck, feet and waist, and tightened quickly.

Indra screamed and struggled, only to get tighter and tighter.

His expression changed from anger to horror, and Indra finally realized that something was wrong.

"You...who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you are now in my hands."

Yang Ling threw the sky-killing demon blade directly at Indra's feet and said calmly: "Indra, you are hiding here, is it the ancestor of Styx who asked you to look for that ray of purple energy?

Tell me everything you know and I can let you live. I don't care about this treasure either. Just take it. "

Indra's body continued to tremble under the restraints of the dragon-escaping stake, his eyes full of hesitation and struggle, and finally he hung his head helplessly and said in a low voice:

"Since you have found this place, it doesn't matter if I tell you. I just hope you can keep your promise... The leader had searched the Underworld Secret Realm before and found nothing, so he guessed that Patriarch Hongyun might have hidden the Hongmeng Purple Qi in the Wangchuan River.

This is why I was ordered to search secretly, and finally discovered that there is a large formation hidden here..."

Hearing this, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly.

As expected, none of these quasi-sage powers are fuel-efficient lamps, they are all a bunch of old coins!

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