Shop of All Worlds: The First Customer Princess Jinyang

Ding Xiang's words were powerful and full of firm belief, echoing in everyone's ears like a huge bell.

Chenxiang was extremely conflicted, his eyes shifting back and forth between Dingxiang and Erlang Shen.

He glanced at Erlang Shen who had an indifferent expression, and then returned his gaze to Dingxiang, whose eyes were full of expectation.

In his heart, compared to Erlang Shen, Dingxiang was someone he once knew very well and trusted, so he was more willing to believe Dingxiang's words.

He stared at Ding Xiang, his eyes showing determination and tenderness, and said solemnly:
"Lilac, I believe you!"

"I firmly believe that you can overcome your inner troubles!"

"Come over here first and stand on our side. Let's fight Yang Jian together!"

When Yang Jian heard Chenxiang's words, he was slightly stunned and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that even though he said so many seemingly reasonable words, Chenxiang still chose to believe Dingxiang without hesitation.

Dingxiang was deeply moved by Chenxiang's trust. Tears of emotion welled up in her eyes and she ran towards Chenxiang excitedly.

At this moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Erlang Shen's eyes. Without hesitation, he raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword that was shining with cold light and chopped it down fiercely at Dingxiang.

"Erlang Shen, what do you want to do?"

Chenxiang was quick-witted and jumped quickly, standing in front of Dingxiang and protecting her tightly behind him.

"Chenxiang, I'm helping you."

Erlang Shen spoke in a calm tone, but his words surprised Chenxiang.

"You help me!?"

Chenxiang sneered, his laughter full of ridicule and anger.

He stared at Erlang Shen with eyes wide open, and shouted loudly:

"Yang Jian, if you really wanted to help me, you should have taught me magic and worked with me to modify that unreasonable heavenly law!"

"Instead of trying to stop me from saving my mother!"

Erlang Shen opened his mouth, seemed to be about to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

"Erlang Shen, I must kill you first today before I think about taking the Axe of Creation!"

As soon as Chenxiang finished speaking, he raised the axe in his hand high and rushed towards Erlang Shen like an angry lion.

Yang Jian was not in a hurry, his eyes were calm, he raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword steadily, and accurately blocked the fierce attack from Chenxiang.

Seeing this, Xiao Sizi, Ying Yinman and Zhu Wanqing were all ready to step forward to help.

However, Sun Wukong quickly stretched out his golden cudgel and stopped the three little guys.

"Uncle Goku, what are you doing?"

"We are going to help Chenxiang!"

Little Sizi looked unhappy and said angrily.

Sun Wukong explained patiently:

"This is Chenxiang's family affair, so let's not get involved."

"If it was Yang Jian who led the heavenly soldiers and generals to fight Chenxiang, then that would be a dispute between the Heavenly Court and Chenxiang. It wouldn't hurt for us to help."

"But this is a matter between Chenxiang and Erlang Shen. It is an internal conflict between their family. It is not appropriate for us to interfere."

Chenxiang and Erlang Shen fought with swords and sabers.

Chenxiang swung the axe, and every chopped blow was filled with endless anger and strength. The axe cut through the air, making a whistling sound.

Erlang Shen held a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, and with a nimble figure, he dodged Chenxiang's attacks flexibly while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The swords and axes collided, sparks flew, and strong air currents stirred around them, blowing up the surrounding dust.

Ding Xiang saw that no one was helping her, and she became extremely anxious. She drew her sword without hesitation and shouted:
"Chenxiang, let me help you!"

After saying that, she raised her sword and rushed forward like a flash of black lightning.

Upon seeing this, the eighth prince Ao Chun's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly shouted:
"Lilac, don't go!"

After shouting, he was also ready to rush up to stop Ding Xiang.

However, Dingxiang was too fast and had already rushed in front of Erlang Shen. The Eighth Prince Ao Chun wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

When Erlang Shen saw Dingxiang rushing over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

He swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand with force, and the powerful force forced Chenxiang back a few steps.

Then, he quickly stabbed Dingxiang with the three-pointed double-edged knife. Dingxiang was just an ordinary person with low magic power, and he had no power to fight back in front of Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen didn't even use much of his magic power. He just stabbed forward lightly, and the sharp blade ruthlessly pierced into Dingxiang's abdomen.

In an instant, blood gushed out from Dingxiang's wound like a fountain, dripping down along the blade, splashing bright red blood on the ground.

"clove!"

Seeing this, Chenxiang let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes filled with pain and anger.

"clove!"

The eighth prince Ao Chun was even more excited than Chenxiang. He rushed over like a madman.

But because he was far away from Dingxiang, when he arrived, Chenxiang had already come to Dingxiang.

Erlang Shen coldly pulled the three-pointed, double-edged sword out of Dingxiang's abdomen. Blood splattered everywhere, splashing on the faces and bodies of Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince Ao Chun, staining their clothes red.

Erlang Shen retracted his three-pointed, double-edged sword and looked coldly at Dingxiang who was lying in Chenxiang's arms.

Chenxiang hurriedly hugged Dingxiang tightly to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The eighth prince Ao Chun squatted beside her, looking at Ding Xiang with a worried look on his face, with anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Chenxiang hugged Dingxiang tightly and shouted:
"clove!"

"Lilac, you must hold on!"

"I will use my magic power to heal you!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly circulated the magic power in his body and continuously injected it into Dingxiang's body.

However, the input of mana made Ding Xiang frown, and she said weakly:

"Chenxiang...don't use your magic power...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

"Lilac, hold on a little longer! Just bear with it!"

Chenxiang was extremely anxious and his voice was filled with tears.

Ding Xiang shook her head slightly, trying to force out a smile, and said:

"Chenxiang...I have really locked the evil behind the door forever...You believe...me...believe me..."

Chen Xiang's eyes were red, and he said in a crying voice:

"I believe you!"

“You must hold on!”

"You won't die!"

"clove……"

Dingxiang looked at Chenxiang with a happy smile on her face.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Chenxiang's face, but when her hand was halfway raised, she lost her strength and could not move forward.

Chenxiang quickly held Dingxiang's hand and put her hand against his face, feeling the gradually fading warmth.

"Chenxiang, I won't die."

"I just transformed into the Divine Axe... Let me be with the Divine Axe, and let the Divine Axe obey you..."

After saying that, Ding Xiang slowly closed her eyes.

"clove!"

The eighth prince Ao Chun was heartbroken and cried out loudly. "Ding Xiang!!!"

Chenxiang held Dingxiang's body, feeling extremely sad, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

At this moment, a magical scene happened.

Dingxiang's figure gradually became transparent, and under the gaze of everyone, she slowly drilled into the Axe of Creation.

Seeing this, Zhu Wanqing pouted and whispered:
"God Axe doesn't like it!"

While everyone was paying attention to Chenxiang's grief, she quietly came to the Axe of Creation.

She gently stroked the handle of the Axe of Creation and whispered:
"Shenfu, Chenxiang is the disciple of Lun family!"

"Just let him use it for a while!"

"Wait until he's done using it, then you can follow me, okay?"

As if it understood Zhu Wanqing's words, the Axe of Creation emitted a soft light.

Zhu Wanqing grinned happily, and her chubby little hands gently stroked the Axe of Creation.

Chen Xiang was filled with grief and slowly stood up from the ground. With Ding Xiang's blood still on his face, he walked towards the Axe of Creation step by step.

Everyone's eyes followed his figure closely, moving with his movements.

Chenxiang came to the Axe of Creation, stretched out his hand and gently grasped it, and surprisingly picked up the Axe of Creation very easily.

Unlike the previous difficulty, this time he felt that the Axe of Creation seemed to be in tune with his thoughts and there was no hindrance at all.

After raising the Axe of Creation, Chenxiang turned around abruptly, his eyes burning with vengeance, glaring at Erlang Shen and shouting loudly:
"Erlang Shen, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he raised the Axe of Creation high up and chopped it down hard at Erlang Shen.

Upon seeing this, the Eighth Prince Ao Chun quickly picked up his weapon, followed Chenxiang closely, and rushed towards Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen raised his lips slightly, revealing a mysterious smile, and said lightly:

"Chenxiang, congratulations."

After saying that, he swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword and easily blocked the attacks of Chenxiang and the Eighth Prince Ao Chun.

Little Sizi could no longer suppress her anger. She cleverly avoided Sun Wukong and rushed towards Erlang Shen like an agile little leopard.

Seeing this, Ying Yinman and Zhu Wanqing hurriedly followed.

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel, scratched his head, and felt very conflicted, not knowing whether he should go forward to help.

"Goku, let's go!"

Tang Seng shouted loudly, and his firm voice echoed in the air.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Seng, nodded slightly, then raised his golden cudgel and rushed forward like a golden lightning.

When the Meishan brothers and others saw Erlang Shen being besieged by everyone, they naturally would not sit idly by.

"Second Master, we will help you!"

They shouted and rushed forward to join the battle.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the flashing of swords and the shouting of killing.

Chenxiang wielded the Axe of Creation, and every chopped blow was accompanied by great divine power. The whistling wind from the axe was frightening.

Erlang Shen, relying on his superb skills and the power of his three-pointed, double-edged sword, nimbly dodged the attacks of the crowd while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

The eighth prince Ao Chun, Xiao Sizi, Ying Yinman and Zhu Wanqing also displayed their own abilities and engaged in a fierce fight with the Meishan brothers and others.

Sun Wukong and Tang Seng assisted from the side. Sun Wukong's golden cudgel flew up and down, beating the Meishan brothers and others back step by step; Tang Seng held a Zen stick and helped everyone.

While fighting with everyone, Erlang Shen skillfully moved towards Mount Hua.

His eyes were calm, and he seemed to have his own plans in mind.

Everyone chased after him relentlessly, and a fierce fight broke out in the mountains.

The trees were knocked down by the powerful force, and dust was flying everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

The two sides fought back and forth, and the fight was difficult to determine, and neither side could easily gain the upper hand.

Finally, Erlang Shen paused and stopped under a majestic waterfall.

The splashing water sparkled with crystal light under the sunlight, but it could not conceal the tension and murderous atmosphere that permeated the battlefield at this moment.

The Meishan brothers and others were already covered in wounds and blood. Blood continued to seep from the wounds, staining their clothes red.

However, even so, they still gritted their teeth and followed Erlang Shen closely, with determination and loyalty in their eyes.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain, and said loudly:

"You are so willing to follow Erlang Shen!"

"Could it be that Erlang Shen has bewitched your minds?"

He glanced at the Meishan brothers, his heart full of doubts.

At this time, Erlang Shen was already in a situation of isolation and helplessness, but the Meishan brothers were still willing to work for him. Sun Wukong really couldn't understand what they were thinking.

The eldest of the Meishan brothers had shocking wounds all over his body. Blood kept flowing from the wounds, staining his clothes red.

But he was not afraid at all, and resolutely stood in front of Erlang Shen, saying in a firm tone:

"Second Master must have his reasons for doing this."

"We are sworn brothers with the Second Master. We share good and bad times together. Naturally, we will stand firmly on his side."

Sun Wukong shook his head helplessly, a hint of sarcasm on his face, and said:

"Just you?"

"I, Old Sun, didn't kill you because I saw that you are kind-hearted people."

"Otherwise, I, Old Sun, can beat all of you insignificant fellows to death with just one blow of my stick!"

The eldest of the Meishan brothers was about to open his mouth to refute, but Erlang Shen pushed him aside, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly:

"You all get out of the way!"

"Don't get in my way here!"

The eldest of the Meishan brothers looked at Erlang Shen with a puzzled look on his face. Just as he was about to ask, Erlang Shen had already raised the gleaming three-pointed double-edged sword high in the air and rushed out like a black lightning, shouting:
"Just you guys...want to kill me?"

"Then come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Erlang Shen swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand quickly, the sword light flashed, and the cold air was pressing.

At the same time, the people on the opposite side also displayed their own unique skills.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"The Great Wilderness Prisoner's Finger!"

"..."

All kinds of powerful magical powers swept towards Erlang Shen like surging waves.

For a moment, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed, sand and stones flew, and powerful energy collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

Even though Erlang Shen is a martial arts expert, he can ultimately be outnumbered by two fists.

Under the combined attack of everyone's powerful magic, he was knocked back by the powerful impact force, and his body drew an arc in the air.

"Puff——" Erlang Shen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and blood mist spread in the air.

He could no longer hold the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, and it flew away, falling to the ground with a clang.

"Ah..." Erlang Shen fell heavily into the water, splashing large amounts of water.

The cold river water instantly soaked his entire body, and he swayed in the water, looking miserable. (End of this chapter)