Chapter 172 Who Is Really Ignorant of the Danger?

Seeing Yang Ling kill all four disciples of Jiejiao, Jiang Ziya was slightly shocked, and then said in a deep voice: "Count me in too."

After that, he performed Taoist magic, and the sky was suddenly filled with thunderclouds, lightning and thunder.

Two thunderbolts as thick as buckets accurately hit the two little Taoist boys.

Under the lightning strike, the bodies of the two little Taoist boys were instantly charred, and then they turned into the original form of two jackals, fell to the ground, and no longer lived.

Jiang Ziya looked at the bodies of the two jackals, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "These evildoers turned into humans and did all kinds of bad things. Today they finally got their retribution!"

When he said this, he felt that he was completely different from before.

More decisive, more radical, and more easily swayed by emotions, as if the forty years of pure and abstinent cultivation in Kunlun Mountain were all in vain.

But this feeling seems to be quite refreshing.

At least the idea is clear!

Then Jiang Ziya saw the four children trembling, and hurriedly walked to the children, squatted down, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, you are safe now."

When the children heard Jiang Ziya's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Really?"

Jiang Ziya nodded, stretched out his hand and gently patted her shoulder, trying to give her some comfort.

He turned his head to look at Yang Ling and asked: "Brother, how should we place them?"

Yang Ling's eyes moved away from the wreckage around him and fell on the children, with a glimmer of tenderness in his eyes.

He took out a scroll of ancient paintings and gently spread it out. The mountains and rivers on the scroll were looming, like a small world.

"Don't worry, I will place them."

Yang Ling said, and with a flick of his finger, the scene on the scroll suddenly became vivid. The four children seemed to be wrapped in a gentle force, slowly floating towards the scroll, and then disappeared into it.

"This is the Wanli Mountain and River Map, an independent space with mountains and water, and four seasons like spring. They can live in peace in it." Yang Ling explained, and then his eyes became cold, and the flame in his hand leaped, illuminating the entire cave.

The flame jumped, emitting a dazzling light. With a low roar from Yang Ling, the flame turned into a fire dragon, engulfing the entire cave.

The raging flames soon burned the cave to ashes, and those unclean things were all gone.

Yang Ling turned to look at Jiang Ziya, with a decisive look in his eyes: "The other children are all on Jiulong Island. I have to save them now. It may be dangerous. Let the black dragon take you back to Chaoge later?"

"That won't work." Jiang Ziya shook his head: "If I go back to Chaoge, I will still be worried about the safety of those children, and I will still be unable to sleep or eat.

I know that my Taoism is shallow, but I can still help a little. If you are afraid that I will hold you back, you can also take me into the world in the painting and let me take care of those children!"

Yang Ling looked at Jiang Ziya's serious expression, a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and nodded: "Okay, since you insist on going, let's go to Jiulong Island together!"

The two did not say anything more, and they jumped onto the back of the black dragon waiting on the side.

The black dragon roared and galloped towards the east.

Jiulong Island, as a well-known fairy island in the East China Sea, is a holy place in the eyes of the East China Sea cultivators. The island has beautiful scenery, abundant spiritual energy, and nine dragon veins surrounding it, so it is named Jiulong Island.

Black Dragon Ao Ming is a native of the East China Sea, so he naturally knows the location of Jiulong Island.

As time goes by, the sun gradually sets below the horizon.

Yang Ling and his party did not stop, and continued to rush towards Jiulong Island.

The weather on the sea is changeable. In the early morning of the next day, the wind and waves on the sea seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, with dark clouds and thunder rumbling.

But no matter what kind of wind, waves and thunderstorms, they can't stop their pace.

Soon after, the rain stopped and the sky cleared. Just when we were talking about the fiery red sun, a majestic and magnificent island appeared in the field of vision. The island was surrounded by clouds and mist, and nine dragon-shaped mountains surrounded it. It was undoubtedly Jiulong Island.

The island has beautiful scenery and abundant spiritual energy, making it a rare place for cultivation.

The black dragon circled over the island, immediately alerting the immortals on the island. A middle-aged Taoist priest in a green robe with a serious face flew out of the clouds on a crane, staring at Yang Ling and Jiang Ziya with sharp eyes.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into Jiulong Island? Don't you know that this is the Jiejiao Dojo!" The middle-aged Taoist priest asked in a deep voice, appearing to be intimidating without anger.

Yang Ling stood on the top of the black dragon, overlooking the fairy island below, his eyes were cold and stern, and he said: "Stop talking nonsense, tell that Lu Yue to come out and answer!"

When the middle-aged Taoist heard Yang Ling's words, his face suddenly sank, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly, "You are so brave! It seems that you are really looking for death, you... you you..."

Seeing Yang Ling looking at him expressionlessly, the middle-aged Taoist said "you" for a long time, but he didn't dare to do it after all, and turned to shout: "Wait for me, I will go back to report to the master, how can Jiulong Island allow you to run wild!"

"I'll take you there!"

Yang Ling's eyes were cold, and he waved his right hand lightly. A huge purple-gold palm suddenly condensed in the air, with a bright light burning in the palm, carrying boundless power, and slapped towards the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist's face turned pale instantly. It was too late for him to dodge, and he could only watch as the Heaven-Destroying Hand quickly enlarged in front of him.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the purple-gold giant palm slammed down hard on the middle-aged Taoist priest, knocking him down like a meteor.

His figure drew an amazing arc in the air, and finally hit a mountain in the distance, with rocks flying and dust flying.

For a moment, the entire Jiulong Island was shaken by this blow, as if the world was trembling. Then, the immortals on the island flew out of their caves one after another, their eyes were full of doubts, and the discussion was one after another.

"What kind of power is that? He actually knocked down Qingyang Zhenren with one palm!"

"Look at that person riding a dragon, with extraordinary momentum, definitely not an ordinary person, is he some hidden master?"

"When did such a strong man appear in the East China Sea?"

Just as the immortals were discussing, a tall and thin Taoist priest with a thin face flew into the sky. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe and a string of copper bells hung around his waist, jingling with the wind.

His name is Zhou Xin. He is a Golden Immortal of Jiejiao. He has profound Taoism and powerful magic. He is Lu Yue's junior brother.

Zhou Xin's eyes are like torches. He looked at Yang Ling and Jiang Ziya and found that Jiang Ziya was just a human cultivator who had not yet achieved immortality, while Yang Ling, who was standing next to him, was very secretive and could not see what realm he was in.

He couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice: "What are your origins? What do you want to do in my Jiulong Island?"

Yang Ling looked at Zhou Xin with contempt, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was cold: "You are not worthy of knowing my origins. Go and call Lu Yue out and let him come out and answer."

Zhou Xin's face turned ashen when he heard this, and the anger in his eyes was like a blazing flame. He was a Golden Immortal of Jiejiao. Who in the East China Sea would not give him some face?

But today he was despised by an unknown cultivator. If he didn't show him some color, wouldn't he lose face?

"You are so bold!" Zhou Xin laughed in anger, his words full of murderous intent, "I, Zhou Xin, am a Jiejiao Golden Immortal. The East China Sea has been my Jiejiao territory since ancient times. You, an outsider, dare to act wildly here. You really don't know how to live or die!"

His tone suddenly changed, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "If you know what's good for you, disappear from my Jiulong Island now, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Yang Ling heard the smile on his face, "You're welcome? Then I want to see what you, the Jiejiao Golden Immortal, can do."

Zhou Xin hesitated a little. He felt that the guy opposite him might have bad intentions, but as a Golden Immortal, he would not show weakness easily.

The next moment, he made up his mind and stretched out his hand to make a fist. Immediately, countless invisible five-colored rotating wind blades attacked Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's mouth corners slightly raised, and with a wave of his hand, a purple-gold giant palm was swung out, easily smashing those wind blades into pieces.

"Is this what you can do? It's so disappointing." Yang Ling said disdainfully.

Zhou Xin's face changed drastically and he retreated in a hurry, but the speed of the Heaven-Destroying Hand was incredibly fast. Almost in an instant, a giant purple-gold hand had already slapped Zhou Xin's body.

With a "bang", Zhou Xin was slapped away by Yang Ling like a kite with a broken string, and hit heavily on a mountain peak on the island.

The rocks were broken and dust was flying.

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