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Chapter 442 Five Yin Gods Block the Way, Extremely Dangerous!
In the underground palace.

The six venomous dragons spat out a precious pearl, which shattered the clean jade pendant with a single blow. Before they could retract their pearls, a hand suddenly emerged from the shadows and grabbed at the pearl with lightning speed.

"Buzz~"

At the critical moment, the Divine Pearl of the Azure Sea trembled violently, releasing a large expanse of purplish-black light mist, which was extremely poisonous and foul-smelling, invading the soul and corrupting the mind.

The spirit within the pearl let out a shriek:
"Old Deng, you're ugly, don't touch me, get out of here!"

It was like a demonic sound penetrating the brain, causing excruciating pain to the soul, like being pricked by needles.

In an instant, the entire underground palace was stained purple-black, as if it had become a deep abyss of poison. The environment was harsh, and people inside were like being trapped in a swamp, moving slowly and unable to take a single step.

The outstretched hand was also affected, slowing down abruptly. Taking advantage of this, the divine pearl broke free and returned, only to be swallowed whole by the Six Poisonous Evil Dragon.

"hold head high!"

Amidst the roar of the dragon, the monstrous dragon leaped atop Liu Sheng's head, seemingly weaving through the clouds, appearing and disappearing intermittently, its fierce dragon eyes filled with vigilance and wariness.

Liu Sheng stood tall and imposing, his aura both as deep and as light as clouds, a contradiction that made him difficult to fathom.

Behind him, Du Bingyan had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint rat paw print.

However, just moments before, he had summoned his avatar, the Groundhog, to take Du Bingyan underground. At this moment, he was using his talent, "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch," to leave Yuntai Mountain.

After all, what he will face next...

It's a spirit!
Moreover, there are five of them!

The man at the front wore a tall crown and wide belt, with a face as white as jade. He was surrounded by a pure aura, and his eyes seemed to flow with scriptures as they opened and closed. Auspicious clouds surged beneath his feet, and his robes fluttered, bringing with them wisps of rosy light. He exuded an imposing and powerful aura amidst his refined demeanor.

On his left and right sides, there was a man, each with imposing presence and equal strength.

The man on the left had a blue face and red hair, wore black iron scale armor, carried a serrated broadsword on his shoulder, his muscles were as bulging as rocks, his face was covered with tattoos, and black mist surged around him, emitting the howls of evil spirits, as if he were a Rakshasa demon that had broken free from purgatory.

On the right is an old man wearing a white lotus-patterned Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with a kind face like Maitreya, and white lotuses blooming deep in his pupils.

He treads on the void, each step creating a lotus flower, his body radiating pure white holy light, yet blood-red hues flicker around his edges, making him unpredictable and enigmatic.

A step behind the three was a swordsman in his forties, with jet-black hair and beard, a slender build, and a straight spine like a celestial sword, his sharpness fully revealed, with sword energy crisscrossing behind him, manifesting extraordinary phenomena.

The last person, clad in a black robe, with a fierce face, held a dark and menacing sword. His body was filled with demonic energy, manifesting as a magnificent demonic palace.

As soon as these five people appeared, a terrifying aura enveloped the entire underground palace, as if mountains were pressing down, causing the palace's dome, walls, and floor to crack.

Large shards of gravel flew out like a hail of bullets, each one powerful enough to shatter a building.

However, the aura emanating from the five people instantly pulverized them into dust, which then dissipated into endless smoke and dust.

What a terrifying momentum!

If they hadn't restrained themselves, their sheer presence alone would have been enough to destroy the entire underground palace!

As expected of a Yin deity.

Liu Sheng's pupils contracted. Seeing the aggressive demeanor of the newcomer, he quickly guessed the other person's identity and the background of the situation. He couldn't help but curse inwardly:

"Damn it, that stupid woman Jingduan doesn't even realize she's being used as cannon fodder, and she's still smug about it!"

These five people didn't arrive earlier or later, but rather at this exact moment, clearly indicating that they followed Jing Duan into the forbidden area.

Within a radius of a thousand miles around Yuntai Mountain, there are only five Yin Spirits...

However, since they had stopped and discussed countermeasures earlier, Liu Sheng thought it would take some time to complete the harvest and retreat. He did not expect that they would join forces to sneak in.

Aren't they afraid that the Six-Eared Macaque's soaring staff will turn them to ashes?
Or perhaps they were confident in their ability to deal with the situation and dared to confront Lao Liu directly, so they joined forces to infiltrate and gain the initiative?

Liu Sheng's eyes flickered, and doubts lingered in his mind.

"The mystical artifacts of the Zheng family of Hedong are not so easy to take. Young friend, why don't you return them to their rightful owner?" At this moment, the Yin God in the lead flicked his sleeves, his eyes gleaming as if countless scriptures had materialized.

The surrounding void echoed with the sound of reading aloud, imbuing the words with a strange power of conviction, compelling people to obey and follow orders involuntarily.

Fortunately, Liu Sheng was overpowered, possessing numerous talents, especially the "Blade Soul" that guarded his mind. With just a flash of silver light in his eyes, he could eliminate all distracting thoughts, leaving his gaze clear and undisturbed.

"What mysterious artifact of the Zheng family of Hedong? Where is it? I can't see it."

He raised his head, a look of doubt in his eyes, deliberately glancing left and right before finally looking at the man:
"But you five, who entered without permission, are thieves..."

The last word "thief" was drawn out, and his eyes glanced at the five people opposite him. Although he didn't say it outright, anyone who wasn't a fool would know who he was talking about.

"Are all young people these days so unconventional? How interesting!"

The scholar who had spoken earlier smiled faintly, unperturbed by praise or criticism, and said calmly:

"I am Cai Yuting of the Cai family of Hedong."

A man with a blue face and red hair, clad in black armor, carrying a serrated broadsword on his shoulder, and resembling a ferocious demon, grinned maliciously.
"I am Dugu Ye, a member of the Rakshasa sect."

The old Taoist priest beside him, holding a whisk, chuckled softly:
"I am the White Lotus Sect, the Dharma King of Jinchi."

"Red City Sword Sect, Yao Guang."

"Sword Demon Palace, the Fifth Demon."

After the three, one righteous and one demonic, the two swordsmen also introduced themselves.

The Cai Clan of Hedong, the Rakshasa Sect, the White Lotus Sect, the Chicheng Sword Sect, the Sword Demon Palace...

These were the main force in the siege of Yuntai Mountain, plus the Yin God of the Yin Clan of Longcheng who was killed by the Six-Eared Macaque, making a total of six Yin Gods.

Now, all five living beings are gathered before us!

Moreover, the magical treasures and weapons they held were brimming with light and full of spiritual energy, clearly not ordinary objects, and their grade must be quite high.

How is this played?
Liu Sheng slowly exhaled, a thought of retreating arising in his heart.

He had previously ascended to ten incarnations in one go, his strength had skyrocketed, and he was full of pride and eager to try his luck.

But I have absolutely no intention of courting death.

If it were a single Yin God, he would be willing to use all his trump cards to fight and kill. Even if he was no match, he could rely on his hundreds of "lives" to wear down his opponent.

Even if he released all his avatars and exhausted all his spiritual energy, he might not be able to win against five Yin Gods, especially since they were all wielding profound artifacts.

Moreover, it makes no sense!

After painstakingly plundering the major powers in Youzhou and seizing the accumulated wealth of Shuiyue Nunnery over hundreds of years, I finally managed to amass this little bit of spiritual energy, only to have it all wasted on a meaningless battle...

Only an idiot would do that!
It was a mistake not to leave with Du Bingyan earlier; he had underestimated these powerful Yin spirits and hadn't expected them to be so shameless as to join forces and infiltrate the territory.

Now it won't be so easy to get out of this mess.

"We need to find a way to get out of here. If all else fails, we'll have to use our trump card."

Liu Sheng lowered his eyes, made up his mind, and his expression immediately calmed down, becoming much more composed.

"Young friend Liu..."

At this moment, the Yin spirit ancestor of the Cai clan of Hedong spoke, his tone impatient:
"I advise you to hand over the Golden Dragon Scissors, lest you bring trouble upon yourself!"

"Old dog, come and try to steal it!"

(Purple Thunder Jade Spirit Rhinoceros, Version Two)

(End of this chapter)