Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 49: Yiliu Changes Owner, Shengzong Strikes Back
In the remote area of ​​Western Miao, the wind is howling. In the borderland of Western Miao, the notorious Yiliu Black Sect, which used to conduct experiments on living people, has suffered great losses under the suppression of various forces. The leader Nangong Shenyi was seriously injured and died after the battle. The remaining forces of Yiliu had to go under the surface, on the one hand to recuperate, and on the other hand to plan the resurrection of the leader Nangong Shenyi.

The Sifangtai, which was the stronghold of the Yiliu Black Cult, had long been in ruins over time. It was surrounded by miasma and poisonous insects, and the mottled bloodstains on the stone walls still had a fishy smell.

Deep in the underground palace, Beichen Yuanhuang, who had discovered the patrol route of Yiliu through observation, cooperated with the road map given by Li Xuanxiao and successfully entered the deepest part of the cocoon square platform, which was also the place where the living dead Nangong Shenyi was placed. His fingertips brushed across the dark patterns on the stone wall, and his eyes stared at the ice crystal cocoon room suspended in front of him. Nangong Shenyi's withered face was looming in the cold fog. The once powerful cult leader was now just a living corpse entangled by countless poisonous threads.

"Father is above, his soul protects Beichen, and teacher is beside us, pacifying the world!"

The young emperor advanced until he reached the ice crystal cocoon chamber. He pressed his palms down, and the Five Supreme Devil Secrets emerged from his spiritual altar. Dark purple demonic patterns spread from his wrist, entwining with the faint blue light emanating from the cocoon to form a strange totem. Nangong Shenyi's shrunken body suddenly convulsed violently, and tens of thousands of poisonous insects swarmed from his seven orifices, only to be reduced to dust the moment they came into contact with the demonic energy.

The ground suddenly trembled. The dragon pattern on Beichen Yuanhuang's forehead blazed brightly, and the overwhelming energy shattered the three-foot-tall ice crystal. Nangong Shenyi's remaining body shattered like a candle in the wind. His life's cultivation, condensed into blood-red pearls, was forcibly ripped away and devoured by the Heavenly Demonic Art. A suppressed growl emanated from the young man's throat, and his left eye gradually dyed a strange crimson.

“Master!”

Suddenly something strange happened and screams came from the square platform. Beichen Yuanhuang absorbed the last bit of his energy into his dantian, and drew out Beichen Qingfeng with his backhand. The sword reflected the Yiliu tribe members who were surging like a tide behind him.

court death!

With a thought, the spirit flag automatically hung in the dome without wind. Beichen Yuanhuang waved it casually, and the twelve killers in the front were torn into pieces by the sword energy of the Heavenly Demon before they got close to him. Their flesh and blood exploded into scarlet mist in the air.

“Kill, kill!”

"Revenge for the leader!"

……

Endless numbers of Yiliu killers brandished their weapons and rushed towards the underground palace with shouts. However, the next moment, an even more powerful air wave poured out, and wherever it passed, everyone turned into blood mist. A spiritual flag was waving high in the sky above the Sifang Platform, and the next moment, a powerful gravitational force had sucked the spiritual bodies on the battlefield into it, and the originally transparent spiritual flag also had some strange colors.

Beichen Yuanhuang knew that the spirit flag was consuming dragon energy, but at the moment he could not care less. He glanced at the Yiliu people who had gathered around him, and with a hand on Beichen Qingfeng, he said coldly: "Nangong Shenyi is dead, and the Yiliu should change its master. Those who surrender today can live, and those who are stubborn and unyielding will die!"

Standing alone against many enemies, facing tens of thousands of men, Beichen Yuanhuang possessed dragon energy, magic skills and the blessing of his foundation, but he was extremely powerful and even overwhelmed the Yiliu faction which had more people and more power.

On the Yiliu side, the leader had brown hair and a hood, and his eyes were full of anger as he looked at Beichen Yuanhuang.

Behind him, a plump man with gray-green skin looked at Beichen Yuanhuang with a look of fear and dread in his eyes.

Seeing that the Yiliu faction hadn't made any move, Beichen Yuanhuang sneered, stepped forward, and said, "Neither advancing nor retreating, neither killing nor surrendering, are so many people afraid of just one person, Beichen Yuanhuang?"

"Those who surrender will be reborn. Those who are stubborn and unyielding will be invited by the spirit flag!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice was heard outside the battle circle. The man in brown robe finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped into the battle circle, heading straight for Beichen Yuanhuang!
"A king of a fallen nation dares to act so recklessly in Yiliu and even kill my good friend, Beichen Yuanhuang. I will make you neither live nor die for the rest of your life!"

Wherever the palm landed, there was a faint light. Beichen Yuanhuang was furious when he heard this. Beichen Qingfeng swept across, and the power of the Heavenly Demon Art plus the dragon energy made the edge unstoppable. The visitor also saw the extraordinary nature of this attack, and moved his body to avoid the dangerous killing move. However, Beichen Yuanhuang was determined to establish his authority, and the words of the visitor touched the untouchable hatred in Beichen Yuanhuang's heart, and his moves became more ruthless.

There was no way to avoid it, and when their palms met, the devil energy rolled back like a wave, directly hitting the person's blood and qi, causing the person's body to churn and retreat uncontrollably.

However, at this moment, the Canglong Bow was in hand, the dragon energy became the string, the magic energy turned into an arrow, and the flying arrow pierced the person in the blink of an eye!

"what!"

Before the screams had finished, Beichen Yuanhuang's figure was already approaching like a ghost, and he used the move of Heavenly Demon Bliss again. In front of the eyes of the Yiliu people, the Yiliu Black Sect elder was forcibly refined. All his essence, energy and blood became nutrients for Beichen Yuanhuang, and he ended up with no body left.

Even if the body dies, even the soul cannot be freed. The spirit flag in the sky moves again, and another soul is added!
Beichen Yuanhuang flung aside the shrunken corpse and pointed his sword at the trembling Yiliu tribe. The spirit banner, absorbing the souls of the living, grew even more eerie, and the distorted face of Nangong Shenyi emerged from the banner. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd, prostrating himself and shouting, "Welcome, Master! Doctor Bai and the lineage of the Gu Emperor are willing to swear allegiance to you until death!"

"Gu Huang, you!" Someone in the crowd was about to speak after seeing this scene, but the next moment, his body exploded, leaving only a cloud of blood mist in its place.

After the first one, the second and third soon appeared in the crowd...

The Yiliu Black Cult was severely damaged in the past, and its leader Nangong Shenyi had been a living dead for many years. The four saints entered the cocoon path to incubate and improve themselves. The entire Yiliu Black Cult was managed by the Awakener of Evil and the Emperor of Gu. However, the Awakener of Evil was killed by Beichen Yuanhuang, and the Emperor of Gu surrendered when he saw the bad situation. The Yiliu Black Cult changed its leader!

"From now on, there will be no more leader in Yiliu, only the Pope!"

"We pay our respects to the Pope!"

"Meet the Pope!"

Amidst the screams of the rebels and the oaths of the surrendered, Beichen Yuanhuang stepped onto the blood-stained throne with his hands behind his back. He looked at the cult members crawling on the ground, but a moment of confusion flashed in his eyes.

The scene of ministers kneeling in the court of Beiyu back then is so similar to this moment.

But this time, I will not make the same mistake again, absolutely not!
……

……

"Hey, Su Huanzhen, you should take a good rest and stop working so hard."

On Cuihuan Mountain, the Glazed Fairyland was hastily rebuilt. Although it has not yet recovered to the state before it was burned down, it has become somewhat elegant. At least it can shelter from the wind and rain and make tea without any big problems.

Qu Shitu assisted Su Huanzhen in completing the basic reconstruction work. Seeing Su Huanzhen's haggard expression, even when he was about to leave, he couldn't help but turn back and remind her: "Don't think too much. There will always be a way out when you reach the mountain."

"My friend, I know." Su Huanzhen patted Qu Shitu's shoulder, "Now there really is nothing serious. I can rest in peace for a while."

"It would be great if you could think that way!"

When Qu Shitu heard Su Huanzhen say this, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand, and walked down Cuihuan Mountain. After seeing Qu Shitu off, Su Huanzhen's brows furrowed again.

"There's a pawnshop. How can I find out where it is?"

"Simple, I'll send you to hell, and then you'll have the chance to see it!"

A familiar voice, full of murderous intent and anger descended upon the Glazed Fairyland. Su Huanzhen was startled when he heard it, and then looked into the courtyard, only to see a man full of murderous intent, stepping forward, ready to kill!

"Holy Trace?!" Su Huanzhen's heart sank when he saw the visitor. After Holy Trace's mysterious disappearance that day, the worst result that several people had guessed happened.

Moreover, the ability of this pawnshop to save the Saint from exploding in the conflict between the Holy and the Evil becomes increasingly difficult to fathom...

"Su Huanzhen, I'm still alive, are you surprised?!" Shengzong swung his whisk, and the Wuyi Sword was already in his hand, with the sword tip pointing directly at Su Huanzhen.

"Alas." Su Huanzhen sighed and shook his head. "Seeing that there is no trace of dragon energy or evil guards on your body, it seems that there was a pawnshop transaction, and the price you paid was not small."

"As long as I can kill you, Su Huanzhen, all the costs will be worth it!" Shengzong said coldly, "Today, your head, Su Huanzhen, will mark the beginning of my conquest of the Central Plains!"

"I'm afraid you, sir, don't have the ability to do that!"

(End of this chapter)