Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 458: Battle in the Human Realm, the Western Demon Lord lost his mother, and the Human Realm still needs the help of the poor Taoist
In the deep night, the crescent moon hangs in the sky, like an eyebrow or a hook.

The sound of wind was roaring continuously at Qingping Mountain, and a hint of worry flashed in Yue Qingping's eyes.

With her current level of cultivation, it is no problem for her to suppress the Antarctic Demon Lord, but the purple-gold bell in the hand of this demon is truly extraordinary. If she is given another ten or ten months, she will surely be able to break the Antarctic Demon Lord's defense, but now there is not much time left.

Because Huan Shuzi had already sent out a signal for help and was almost unable to hold on.

Suddenly, the figure of a majestic Taoist priest emerged in Yue Qingping's heart.

If that Taoist was there, perhaps Huan Shuzi could hold on until she defeated the Antarctic Demon Lord and rushed to help elsewhere.

Unfortunately, the burly Taoist priest happened to be tricked and taken to the devil's realm by the devil.

"What a pity~"

"God's will~"

Yue Qingping sighed, and suddenly a hint of cruelty appeared in her eyes.

She suddenly touched the long sword with her bare hand.

A streak of bright red blood suddenly appeared on the edge of the sword, and then disappeared quietly.

With a voice from heaven, Yue Qingping raised his sword again!
Above the human realm, there is a woman whose blood is used as rouge, and when the sword is out, it soars into the sky!
The three swords of sun, moon and star appeared again.

Brush brush!
For a moment, sword light was as bright as a wheel or a sea above the sky, shooting towards the tiger-headed demon whose whole body was protected by the mysterious purple-gold bronze bell.

The Antarctic Demon Lord's face changed upon seeing this. It was unknown what he was thinking of, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

Its tiger claws suddenly swelled up, and it struck its own demonic chest three times in succession. With each strike, it vomited a large mouthful of deep purple demonic blood, and its face became paler. After three strikes, dense and strange runes appeared on the Purple Emperor Demon Bell, the supreme magic weapon of the Antarctic Demon Kingdom.

This strange rune seemed endless, gushing out from the purple-gold bronze bell and actually once again resisted Yue Qingping's attack.

However, this move was not without cost. As the runes gushed out, the color of the purple-gold bronze bell gradually dimmed and faded, but the speed of fading was not fast.

"Haha, Yue Qingping, ah Yue Qingping, I, the Sky-Swallowing Tiger King, am willing to admit defeat to you in terms of your cultivation~"

"What a shame, what a shame. Although the sword in your hand is an excellent sword, it lacks the refinement of time and is still not good enough."

“I will fight to the death today even if it means wasting the vitality of the Purple Emperor Demon Bell.”

The Antarctic Demon Lord's aura was weakening, but his voice was still steady and confident, and he actually burst into laughter.

“So what? You are so stubborn. Even if you overdraw the magic bell and your own vitality, you can only last for two days at most.” Yue Qingping snorted coldly.

"Haha, True Lord Qing Ping, why do you have to lie to me? Can you, the human cultivators, survive for a day in the place of the Western Demon Lord?"

"As long as the Western Demon Lord is free, we can launch a pincer attack from both sides. I don't need to say who has the advantage."

Yue Qingping has a secret method to communicate information with each other. For such a big event, how could the four demon lords fight alone without any preparation?

A few days ago, the Western Demon Lord sent a message to the other three Demon Lords, declaring that the human coalition would be defeated within twelve hours. Such a huge advantage is already worth the Antarctic Demon Lord's effort.

"Is this really God's will? It's a pity that I still can't understand the three swords of the sun, moon and stars, otherwise I can definitely kill this demon with one sword."

Facing the provocation of the Antarctic Demon Lord, Yue Qingping said nothing. She quickly calmed her mind and once again began to comprehend and perfect her sword skills in the battle.

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"Ying Si, your coalition forces against the Western Demon Lord are about to collapse. Give up."

"As long as you surrender and surrender to my demon realm, I can guarantee that within the five realms, the human race will only be inferior to my demon race and will be ranked first in the other four realms."

The wind was blowing fiercely, and the East Demon Lord transformed into a demon dragon, opening and closing his big mouth. After a fierce collision, he actually began to persuade the enemy to surrender, and the conditions he offered were quite generous.

"Bullshit! Since the founding of our Great Qin, there have only been emperors who died in battle, and there has never been a monarch who surrendered."

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." After hanging out with a certain imperial teacher for a long time, Ying Si also spoke in the elegant accent of the Great Qin. He immediately raised his eyebrows in anger and replied loudly.

Thinking back to Huan Shuzi's request for help, Ying Si couldn't help but feel anxious for a moment.

With this thought in mind, Ying Si urged his secret method and used his famous move again, absorbing the power of the bright dragon ball in his body and transforming it into the supreme imperial holy energy. Especially when the dragon roared, the majestic energy was like falling stars.

"The Emperor's killing move, the mighty divine power, the Nine Dragons Heavenly Emperor Dragon Tribulation Fist!"

Ying Si snorted coldly, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned red, and the blood turned into green!

The five great emperors' magic spells shattered with a corresponding sound, and turned into nine streams of light, which sank into the nine protective dragon auras around the body.

Nine dragons were flying in the sky, one after the other, covering the body of the Eastern Demon Lord like a prison.

"You are really stubborn. Ying Si, you have only practiced for a short time and your foundation is not strong enough. You can barely fight me to a draw. It is all because of the power of the Human Emperor's sacred weapon as your foundation, which helps you suppress your body and replenish your emperor's holy energy."

"You are fighting hard now, but you will only kill 800 enemies and lose 1,200 of your own."

"Then I'll try it too~ Why, are you scared?"

"I want to see, if you, the East Demon Lord, suffer a great loss in a head-on fight with me, will the other three Demon Lords in the Demon Realm rush forward to bite me like hungry wolves?"

Ying Si’s cold voice suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

The strength of the Demon Lord of Dongji is unrivaled in the demon world. Ying Si has used up all his strength to barely fight him to a draw. Now, if he has any other ideas, he will not resort to this desperate measure.

"You can go, and so can I. Ying Si, you are seeking death yourself, you can't blame others!"

“When the Western Demon Lord breaks through the siege, the human realm will not only be ranked second among the five realms, but it is still unclear whether there will be human realms in the future.”

Seeing that Ying Si was so stubborn, the face of the Dongji Demon Lord suddenly turned cold. Although he spoke extremely toughly, his body was still honest and tried its best to avoid a head-on collision with the already crazy Ying Si, and instead turned to delaying time and defending.

"God's will~" Ying Si could only sigh helplessly upon seeing this. He once again thought of his own Imperial Master who was stranded in the Demon Realm and whose life or death was unknown. "If the Imperial Master was here, why would Uncle Huan have such a hard time holding on."

Yichengzi, Yichengzi, all the people and practitioners in the human world are thinking of Yichengzi.

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The fourth-level cultivators who have broken through the limit have almost no weaknesses.

As the king faced off against the king, the battle became deadlocked again. Several powerful beings standing at the top of the five realms were not sure of a quick victory over the opponent.

Amid the howling of the wind, two figures stood in the air within a thick milky white ball of light.

"Old man, what is this thing?"

The four pairs of white wings behind the Arctic Demon Lord trembled. She looked at the maroon gourd held up by the mysterious Taoist in front of her, and for a moment she couldn't help feeling a chill in her heart.

At this moment, she actually felt the crisis of falling.

"You little brat is really disrespectful to the elderly. You've been trying to drag me to my death. My neck is already half buried in the earth. How can I compete with you, my demon friend, in terms of longevity?"

"Fortunately, I have lived longer than you, my friend. This treasure gourd contains a blade of sword energy that I have nurtured for countless years. It was not originally prepared for you, my friend. Do you want to try it?"

The strange doctor Lang Qianhua took a deep look at the Arctic Demon Lord and said in a low voice.

In terms of cultivation, Lang Qianhua is not inferior to the North Pole Demon Lord in the slightest, and can even suppress him. Unfortunately, he is too old. If he really lets go and fights to his heart's content, the seal in his body will be broken. He will probably die immediately after the battle.

Old people are cunning and old horses are crafty. Since we can't fight, we can only talk.

"Old thing, do you mean to make me retreat?" After a long silence, feeling the terrifying sword intent contained in the maroon treasure gourd, the Arctic Demon Lord snorted coldly.

Since this person did not take action immediately, he must be wary of something.

Anyone who can become a demon lord must be a person with excellent intelligence and talent. The Arctic Demon Lord still did not retreat at this moment.

"Hey, you little kids are so careless."

"How about we both take a step back and stop fighting? Let's wait and see the other three battlefields decide the winner."

A hint of melancholy and sadness suddenly flashed across Lang Qianhua's eyes, as if there was something unspeakable that he could not express, "Old Dong... Old Senior, I will obey you, isn't it good~"

"Senior, an old man in the family is like a treasure. Could you tell me, this junior, who is this sword intent contained in your treasure gourd that has been nurtured for countless years for?" The Arctic Demon Lord's eyes moved, and he immediately sat down cross-legged, laughing sweetly.

"Little kid, you change your expression quickly. I think you and a little Taoist priest I met by chance should get along well."

"If you want to hear a story, I won't tell you~" The mysterious Taoist holding the banner of healing the world couldn't help but grin when he heard this and said happily.

"Hmph, old man, just wait. The Western Demon Lord is about to destroy your human coalition. Even if you stop me from taking action, it's a pity that you are still powerless to save the situation."

"God's will turns, the devil will rise, you are going against God, you deserve to be punished."

"God's will, God's will, do you believe in God's will so much?"

The mysterious Taoist listened to the words of the Arctic Demon Lord, not only did he not get angry, but he sighed again. After saying this, no matter how the Arctic Demon Lord teased or tested him, Lang Qianhua just closed his eyes and waited.

On the four major battlefields, the fighting was in full swing everywhere else, except for this milky white ball of light, where two peerless strong men from the human and demon races were actually having a 'fake match'.

Outside the milky white ball of light, countless demons and the human coalition forces were still fighting desperately.

At this moment, above the three major battlefields, a faint light flashed, and suddenly the expressions of the three peerless powerful Demon Lords, the Demon Lord of the East, the Demon Lord of the South, and the Demon Lord of the North Pole, all changed drastically.

From ecstasy to anger.

"Howling Moon Wolf, I'll fuck your mother!"

"Are you worthy of me?"

The Antarctic Demon Lord, whose face turned pale after being chopped by Yue Qingping, couldn't help but swear for a moment.

Just now, it received news from the Lord of the Western Demon, which said that it had received thirteen golden arrow secret orders from the Demon Kingdom in succession, and its Western Demon Kingdom was attacked by a force called the "Demon Cult".

Now the army of the Moyi Cult is trying to force its way across the Tianlang River.

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"God's will, what is God's will? I am half a step ahead of God!"

The surface of the Tianlang River is ten thousand meters high and vast.

Yi Chen was wearing a black cloak, looking at the countless demons fighting desperately in front of him, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

A merciful army cannot be commanded. If you don't kill countless heads and create a bloody feud, how can you unite closely around him, Jia Loulan, in the future?
Any great change will require bloodshed first, and if bloodshed is necessary, you should go first.

If you want to wait for the four demon lords to return and then make peace with them, there is no way. The car doors must be locked.

Demons didn't just pop out of cracks in rocks. They all have relatives and friends. As long as the casualties on both sides are great enough, even if his people want to make peace with the Demon Lord of the West in the future, the demon nobles under the Demon Lord of the West will never agree.

"Hey, I have to be the one to reach the human realm!"

In the devil's realm, the Great Qin State Master Yi Chengzi sighed quietly in his heart.

With his help of Zhenshi Chunyang in opening up the battlefield behind enemy lines, even if the four great demon lords really defeated the human realm now, they would have to roll back obediently, otherwise the demon realm would really change color.

With his Yi Chengzi's amazing wisdom, and without the absolute top-level power to check and balance him, he is 100% sure that he can destroy the magic world to pieces.

This is a kind of confidence~
"Let the forward brothers withdraw first."

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost set, Yi Chen slowly stood up from the blood-red throne, and his cloak fell to the ground along with his strong body.

"Holy Lord~"

"Holy Lord~"

Seeing Yi Chen stand up, countless demons cheered and their morale boosted greatly.

The vanguard demons who were about to be defeated surprisingly regained their morale.

A demon covered in blood who had retreated to the back couldn't help but ask for a fight from his master.

"Sir, let me lead my brothers to charge again~"

Before the battle, Yi Chen's figure slowly floated into the air, and his passionate voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"Brothers, Howling Moon Wolf is unjust. How can we run the Demon Kingdom well in this world of great strife if we follow such a mediocre leader?
How can I make my Demon Realm great again?"

"Only I, Garu Lan, can lead you to true victory, a victory for all demons, not just a victory for a few demon nobles."

"My cultivation is so great that I can obtain the things in the demon realm as long as I want them. As long as I am willing to stand with the four demon kingdoms."

"But I still came, standing with you, challenging the old order."

"Perhaps I will be hunted down by the four great demon lords, but, the people of the Demonic Cult, you must remember~"

"They are not chasing after my Saint Garu Lan, they are chasing after you. I am just blocking their way."

At this point, Yi Chen's voice suddenly became excited!!!
"But everyone can rest assured that Wujia Loulan will always block their path!"

"Brothers of the Western Extreme Royal City, if our Demonic Righteousness Sect is defeated today, the nobles of the Demonic Kingdom may give you a few Blood Essence Stones and stop exploiting you so harshly. You can say goodbye to that damn, disgusting, red meat lichen."

"That's because I, the Saint of the Demonic Sect, have been here~"

"Mo Yi Cult, Mo Yi Cult, charge~!"

Sometimes, you don’t need magical powers to reach the soul. Yi Chen’s words instantly doubled the morale of the Demonic Cult, and it increased dramatically.
"Holy Lord~Holy Lord~Mighty victory! Million victory!"

With Yi Chen as the spearhead, the Pure Yang Holy Fist reappeared, and countless powerful fist intentions suddenly burst out, reflecting on the protective formation of the Western Extreme King City like a wave.

In an instant, the solid barrier of the formation began to ripple like water splashes.

In the Western King City, looking at Yi Chen's figure, the Blood Moon Demon Wolf's heart was suddenly covered with a thick shadow.

The strength that Yi Chen displayed now did not exceed its expectations, and was even weaker than it had imagined, but the formation still shook.

That was because some of the demons that formed the nodes of the large formation within the royal city began to waver.

Seeing Yi Chen create such a huge commotion with just a few words, Selena was shocked for a moment.

"The Holy Lord is truly a hero. There is no end to what we can learn from him. There is no end to what we can learn from him."

In the demonic world, no one understands the Holy Lord's evil intentions better than her.

"Hurry up and shoot golden arrows at the Demon Lord, keep shooting! If the Demon Lord doesn't come back, the fall of the royal city is almost certain." Suddenly, the Blood Moon Demon Wolf shouted to the guards again.

Human environment.

The Demon Lord of the West gave up the challenge, leaving the other three Demon Lords hanging there.

Countless words emerged from the communication device.

Dongji Demon Lord: "Everyone, what should we do now? Hold on a little longer. Ying Si is definitely not my opponent."

Antarctic Demon Lord: "Hold on~ It's over~ It's over~"

The Antarctic Demon Lord became furious upon hearing the news. You can hold on, but it can't.

Antarctic Demon Lord: “!@#￥%~”

For a time, the Demon Lord of the Westernmost Point was careless again and lost his mother.

Arctic Demon Lord: “.”

(End of this chapter)