Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 139 Pingshan Yunren
At the foot of the Four-Sided Platform, dark clouds gathered, and demonic and dragon energies intertwined to form a vortex, as if the heavens and earth had been torn open by a hideous wound. Pope Beichen Yuanhuang and Demon Lord Yanmo Hanba stood at opposite ends, the former with blood-stained robes yet a pine-like posture, the latter with raging demonic flames, displaying an even more ferocious and awe-inspiring power.

"You little brat, your demonic arts inheritance is not bad!" Yama Hanba's voice was like rolling thunder. With a single slash, the wind from the blade shattered rocks into dust, and demonic energy surged like a tidal wave. Beichen Yuanhuang had no time to dodge and met the attack with her palm. The two forces collided, forcing her to stagger back, leaving deep footprints in the ground. Even though she still had the upper hand after this battle, Yama Hanba couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

It should be noted that Beichen Yuanhuang was not only a human, but also a former emperor with dragon energy. However, Beichen Yuanhuang's demonic inheritance not only completely transformed his body, but also converted his dragon energy. Moreover, this demonic energy was no less powerful than that of the purest demon bloodline.

Bei Chen Yuanhuang steadied himself, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, yet he showed no fear. He casually wiped away the blood, his eyes sharp as blades, and the demonic energy within him surged once more, transforming into a raging torrent.

"The title of 'Otherworldly Demon Lord' is somewhat undeserved."

Before the words were even finished, a palm strike was unleashed, demonic energy condensing into a blade aimed directly at Yama Hanba's face. Faced with the provocation, Yama Hanba did not get angry but instead laughed, his laughter like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking the heavens and earth.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Young man, let's have another one!"

"Just as the Demon Lord wished!"

With swords drawn and palms raised, demons and humans, demons and demons, clashed once more, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and gods and ghosts to tremble in fear!
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In the Realm of Nothingness, the army of the Otherworldly Demon Realm surged in like a tidal wave. The three gatekeepers each opened their own passages, respectively entangled Tan Wuyu, Mu Shaoai, and Jianzi Xianji. At the three passes, swords flashed and shadows danced, and killing intent filled the air. The gatekeepers, having the advantage of terrain, moved with fluid grace. Although Tan Wuyu and the other two were skilled, they were suppressed and forced to retreat step by step, their robes stained with blood. The battle reached a stalemate.

On the outer battlefield, generals clashed. Tianxian Daozang and Tunfo Tongzi's swords clashed, sparks flying. Tianxian Daozang's swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, each strike carrying the force to shatter mountains, while Tunfo Tongzi's Zhu Yan style was like a wildfire tearing through the air, his attacks like a raging storm. Faced with the ever-increasing onslaught, Tianxian Daozang's responses became increasingly perilous. His swordplay grew heavier, each parry leaving his hands numb, yet he gritted his teeth and persevered, fighting with all his might against the demon god of war.

On the other side, the Holy Spirit, led by the Six Prophets, fought against a group of demon soldiers and generals. The sounds of battle and killing were incessant, and the clash of swords and horses was constant. However, the Holy Spirit's artifact contained Buddhist power and used it to ward off evil spirits. Although the demon generals were numerous, they could not shake the Holy Spirit's unyielding spirit.

"French Sever Karma!"

The Buddha's tablet contained Buddhist lightning within its sharp edge, and then it slashed down with a single blow. The lightning shook the surrounding area, and the demon soldiers were reduced to charred remains under its power. However, following closely behind, countless more demon soldiers and demon generals attacked, giving the Buddha no chance to catch his breath.

"Buddha Sword Fenshuo, even you cannot escape defeat today!" Guizhi said sternly, but Buddha Sword Fenshuo remained unmoved, each move a killing blow, vowing to sweep away evil and uphold justice.

The battle on the periphery was raging and intensifying. In the deepest part of the Boundless Realm, Jin Bazhen took out the real Seven-Colored Cloud from his sleeve, intending to make Pingshan land and turn the tide of the battle.

At that moment, a strange sound pierced the air, and the two guardians of the Bloodthirsty Evil Sect, Fu Tiantang and Gui Zuoshi, suddenly emerged from the shadows, attacking Jin Bazhen from the left and right without warning. Before Jin Bazhen and Wu Dao could react, a cold, sharp light flashed in the night, and swords and sabers were drawn simultaneously, their clanging sounds echoing through the heavens and earth. Ye Xiaochai appeared like a ghost, clashing swords and sabers, forcing the two evil ones back. "Ye Xiaochai!" A low voice rang out, and behind the two guardians of the Bloodthirsty Evil Sect, the Lord of the Evil Sect, Tiancan Shiyue·Ye Chongsheng, appeared, looking at Jin Bazhen and Wu Dao who were being protected by Ye Xiaochai.

"With the battle raging on the periphery, you're still stationed here. It seems there are people and things here that are more important than the battle on the periphery."

Ye Xiaochai remained silent, his posture as sturdy as a pine tree. His sword carved two deep marks on the ground, and a chilling fighting spirit permeated the surroundings, as if declaring:

Anyone who crosses this line shall die!
Wu Dao, standing to the side, frowned and hurriedly reminded, "Jin Bazhen, hurry."

"Ah, alright!" Jin Bazhen snapped out of her daze. Although Ye Chongsheng didn't understand the righteous path's purpose, he knew that whatever the other party wanted to do, he couldn't let them succeed. With a command, Fu Tiantang and Gui Zuoshi attacked Ye Xiaochai from the left and right, respectively, trying to prevent Ye Xiaochai from defending himself. Ye Chongsheng then personally took action, his palm striking Jin Bazhen directly. The air seemed to freeze where his palm struck.

However, the Central Plains Sword Saint, the "Sword Madman," was not a mere figurehead. His sword and saber gleamed with cold light, and with his first move, he easily repelled the two guardians of the Bloodthirsty Evil Sect. Then, his flying sword shot directly at Ye Chongsheng. Sensing the approaching killing blow, Ye Chongsheng dared not meet it head-on, transforming into a mercury-like form to evade its force. But Ye Xiaochai appeared in an instant, catching his sword and saber, unleashing a barrage of deadly attacks like a storm. Ye Chongsheng could only retreat repeatedly, shocked that this swordsman was so powerful, holding his own against three opponents.

However, after several changes, Ye Chongsheng's abilities are now completely different from before. His evil power has been enhanced, and his momentum has increased. The Silent Swordsman is finding it increasingly difficult to face the encirclement of the three evils. Although Jin Bazhen also joined the battle after releasing the Seven-Colored Clouds, his shallow cultivation is no match for the siege of Gui Zuoshi and Fu Tiantang. Before long, he was already bleeding profusely.

The formidable Daozang and Fojian Fenshuo on the outer perimeter have also suffered numerous injuries in the fierce battle.

Even outside the primeval forest of the vast sea, as the power of the demon spirits gradually grew, Huang Shangzi and Jiu Fangchi also felt increasing pressure.

The unpredictable dangers and the volatile battle situation left the righteous path breathless, bringing them to the brink of destruction. Dark clouds obscured the moon, and even the heavens seemed unable to bear witnessing such a tragic scene of human annihilation.

"It seems this is the end for you."

Inside the Path of Pardon, the Child of Pardon held a Thunder Halberd, surrounded by purple lightning, his eyes filled with disdain.

Despite his multiple injuries, Mu Shaoai smiled calmly and gathered his strength again: "That's not necessarily true."

Before the words were finished, bursts of light suddenly emanated from the sky, growing brighter as they approached. The dark clouds dissipated, the bright moon reappeared, and colorful clouds shimmered with light, making the entire sky above the Boundless Realm as bright as day. Just where the colorful clouds surged in the sky, Ping Mountain, Ping Mountain, Ping Mountain—the long-awaited Daoist Ping Mountain—finally slowly appeared. At this moment, everyone stopped fighting and stared at the sky, their faces displaying a variety of expressions, from surprise to joy.

In the void, colorful clouds transformed into auspicious clouds, carrying a person whose clear and melodious poetry echoed through heaven and earth. The terrifying sense of oppression chilled even the most wicked to the bone.

"Mountains are like duckweed, clouds are like waves, transcending the mortal world and letting the currents flow freely!"

(End of this chapter)