The Old Gods

Chapter 1013 Battle of Generals!

The sacred mountain of Gun Saint was deathly silent, all because of the arrival of two human beings.

The gods and demons looked towards the eastern sky, knowing who the human youth was, and even more so, who the woman was.

The world is impermanent.

Who could have imagined that the Cloud Sea Sect Master, who was once suppressed and utterly crushed by the combined forces of gods and demons, would rise again and come to the Spear Saint Mountain in such a manner?

Humans are really small in size.

But she looked down at the gods from her high position, her skirt fluttering in the wind and her long hair dancing lightly, just like it had been back then.

Especially those dark eyes, icy and chilling.

The weak gods and demons even felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, as if they were about to drown in that deep, cold pool.

Suddenly, her eyes changed.

Her gaze softened as she looked at the young man beside her.

"Gods and demons, there are quite a few."

"Mm." Lu Ran nodded.

Evil Spear Emperor, Spear Decay, Spirit Sign, Blazing Sky, Desolate Drum - Desolate Hammer, Ghost Moon Fox, Witch Crow.

We cannot rule out the existence of invisible sorcerers or beings like the Nine Nether Bird.

In fact, the seventh-rank god, the Witch Raven, was concealing its form, but Lu Ran was certain of its presence because he heard the crow's cawing.

However, the figure of the Four Directions Warriors of the Western Wilderness - the Barbarian Woman was nowhere to be seen, and some of the third-class gods and demons were also nowhere to be found.

I guess they're guarding other sacred mountains?
Lu Ran reached into his robes and pulled out an exquisite gourd from his waist, extending it to his side.

Immediately, one after another enormous stone sculpture appeared.

The group was led by the Immortal Jasmine Goddess, flanked by the Mad Immortal Protector and the Mysterious Frost Guardian.

Further on are Feng Tiandi, Wu Tiandi, Yan Tianjiang, Elder Lu Yuan, Xiao Yuanxi, Chang Ying, and others.

Another malevolent guardian spirit lurks in the shadows.

Some of these people can't fly!

For a dignified deity to be unable to fly is enough to make him a laughingstock, especially since he doesn't even have a single divine weapon or magical artifact to aid in flight.

It's absolutely hilarious!
Fortunately, Lord Yuanxi released many beautiful lanterns, which, while surrounding the generals of the Burning Gate, were also delivered to the feet of a tall young woman.

After Chang Ying steadied herself, she kept her eyes fixed on the mountaintop.

They weren't looking at the emperor, but rather at a tall, thin, white-haired old man—a fortune teller!
Similarly, after the Mad Immortal Guardian came out, although he stood properly behind Lady Ranmen, his eyes were fixed on a strong man on the mountain peak - Lie Tian!
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Unfortunately, today's protagonists are not the Mad Immortal and the Charlatan Chang.

Even the strongest warrior of the Burning Gate, the First-Class Divine Wind Emperor, came to support them, as her starting spot was taken by Lady Burning Gate.

Once upon a time, He Qifeng was the proud son of the Xia Dynasty, with ambitions higher than the sky!
But during those years of suffering and struggle, she was cared for by Lu Ran time and time again, grateful for his kindness, and was saved by him time and time again.

To save her life and to save her heart.

The former king willingly joined the Burning Gate, created the Heavenly Emperor sequence, and followed the only person he truly respected.

So when that person said that Lady Ranmen had a reason to go into battle, He Qifeng obeyed the order and stepped down.

Reluctantly, but obeying orders.

He only hoped that Lady Ranmen would not disappoint his expectations.

He Qifeng pondered silently, gazing at the man in imperial robes atop the mountain.

The reaction of the Wind Emperor was normal. Even though there were many gods and demons on the Divine Mountain, with the Evil Spear Emperor present, the other gods and demons paled in comparison.

In his line of sight, the Evil Spear Emperor slowly stood up, ignoring the imposing gods of the Burning Gate, his gaze fixed on the tiny youth on the fingertip of the Immortal Jade God Sculpture.

"They've arrived." A soft voice filled the air.

"It's the third day of the third lunar month." Lu Ran nodded slightly, then asked, "May I know why you chose this day?"

The Evil Spear Emperor laughed: "You'll know when you win."

Lu Ran laughed as well: "If we lose, I don't need to know."

"Haha!" The Evil Spear Emperor let out a hearty laugh, standing with his hands behind his back. "Absolutely right, absolutely right!"

It's hard to imagine that these are the kinds of words and attitudes that should exist between two adversaries who are locked in a "it's either you or me" situation.

Putting aside the outcome of the match, the charisma displayed by both sides is indeed something that ordinary creatures rarely possess.

The Evil Spear Emperor turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Chou.

Yan Chou remained silent, gazing at the evil god he had once revered.

Since being seen by Lu Ran and becoming a disciple of the young master, he could no longer bow to the Evil Spear Emperor.

The Evil Spear Emperor didn't seem to care and asked, "Did you bring the Black Cloud Pattern Gourd?"

Yan Chou hesitated slightly, turning his head to look at the fingertips of Lady Ranmen.

"Mm." Lu Ran nodded.

Yan Chou then took out a wine gourd from his waist, reached forward with one hand, and offered it towards the direction of the sacred mountain.

The first-tier magical artifact, the Black Cloud Pattern Gourd, can absorb the energy between heaven and earth to brew a special divine wine that can replenish the drinker's divine power.

However, the side effects are also obvious: drinking too much can easily lead to intoxication.

This kind of intoxication is not the ordinary kind where alcohol numbs people's senses.

Rather, it is the efficacy of the ritual implements that causes the drinker to become intoxicated.

In other words, even if the Evil Spear Emperor is made of stone, he will still be affected if he drinks too much.

"Snap!" The Evil Spear Emperor grabbed the flying black cloud-patterned gourd with one hand, shook it near his ear as if listening to how much wine was inside, and then tilted his head back and drank it down in one gulp.

"I'm telling you, don't get drunk before we even start," Lu Ran joked.

"Glug, glug," the Evil Gun Emperor ignored him and continued to guzzle.

Si Xianxian pouted.

To be fair, this evil god was unbelievably handsome, and he did indeed possess a certain dashing charm.

Unfortunately, the Black Cloud Pattern Gourd is only of the first tier. If he really wanted to bring the Evil Spear Emperor down, one gourd would be far from enough.

Ugh.
If only it were a fourth-tier magic weapon!
The resulting liquor will definitely be stronger.

My young master is really something, why did he remind the Evil Gun Emperor? Let him drink it!

It would be better if they drank themselves to death!
"Hmm," the Evil Spear Emperor finally put down his wine gourd.

Beneath that regal imperial robe seemed to lie a free spirit. He waved his hand and shouted, "Beat the drum!"

"Boom!" A drumbeat resounded, startling everyone!

The already dark and oppressive space was plunged into a chilling atmosphere.

"Boom!"

Another drumbeat resounded, shaking the hearts and minds of all beings!

Lu Ran even felt that the sound of the drum exploded from the depths of his heart, and seemed to be a call from a desolate place in distant years.

Heavy and desolate.

The sixth-ranking god, Desolate Drum, raises a pair of Desolate Hammers.

Its excessively imposing figure blends seamlessly with the majestic sacred mountain, resembling a war totem!
His bare upper body was muscular and seemed to contain the power to shake mountains. The huge war drum fell once again, affecting all living things in this world.

"Boom!!"

The sound waves transformed into tangible ripples, spreading outwards with a sudden burst of energy.

The Evil Spear Emperor turned his head to look behind him, his gaze falling on the tall, thin old man and the burly, strong man.

The old man with the divination slip immediately put on a fawning smile, adopting a humble demeanor, and took a half step back, gesturing to the person beside him.

The fawning smile did not elicit the slightest response from the Evil Gun Emperor.

"Hmph." The tall, imposing male deity snorted coldly and took a step forward.

He carried a huge warhammer, strode to the edge of the cliff, and then leaped off the sacred mountain.

The Evil Spear Emperor nodded in satisfaction.

"Boom!!"

The sound of the massive stone sculpture hitting the ground overlapped with the sound of drums.

The image of this male deity is also very similar in style to the desolate and heavy drumbeats.

His clothing style was quite old-fashioned, resembling that of a chieftain of a primitive tribe.

He had a rugged face, a thick long beard, and his black hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head.

He only needs to stand there quietly, and an ancient and weathered aura fills the world.

God, Fierce Heaven!

He stood quietly in the sea of ​​mist, his eyes calm and still, gazing up at the Burning Gate gods surrounded by the Fire Cage Formation in the sky.

That solemn expression showed no trace of his violent and ferocious nature.
Facts have proven once again:
The insane, out-of-control, inhuman beings are merely followers of Lie Tian.

Calmness and composure are reserved for the gods.

Si Xianxian is about to explode!

Seeing Lie Tian's calm and composed demeanor, her anger surged!

From the moment she became a follower of Lie Tian, ​​she became a slave to her emotions.

All the cold looks and malice I suffered during my growing years; those memories of being rejected and ostracized keep surfacing in my mind.

Si Xianxian is pitiful, hateful, and incredibly lucky.

The vast majority of Lietian believers do not meet a good end.

The violent nature of the Lie Tian followers makes it difficult for them to integrate into society. The higher their strength and realm, the more they are influenced by the gods, and the closer they are to death.

It's one thing to bring about one's own destruction.

The death of a believer is often accompanied by the death of others and the destruction of their own family.

Si Xianxian knew all too well that she should have died long ago.

Back when she was in the Riverlands, where her strength was weak, she should have died on that black graveyard.

Find the Mad Hammer?
It was just an excuse; she just wanted to smash those clusters of black lanterns and blast everything there to smithereens.

Only then can one vent the anger in one's heart.

She did not die because she had a mother who loved her and refused to give up on her.

It was also in that dark cemetery that she met a bleating boy.

He sounded so frail that it made people want to protect him, or even take good care of him.

He appeared so powerful, leading her out of that mass grave.

They gradually emerged from the mire.

story,

That's where it all started.

It's not over yet, and it may never end.

【Sister Xian'er.】A voice transmission entered her mind.

Si Xianxian snapped out of her daze, her body trembling uncontrollably as she looked at the young man's figure on the lady's fingertips.

Control yourself, you're about to crush me with your sheer force.

"Yes." Si Xianxian gripped the Crazy Hammer tightly and silently lowered her head.

“Martial Emperor!” Lu Ran said in a deep voice.

"Sect Master!" Wu Xiao immediately stepped forward and knelt to receive the order.

Lu Ran held the Cloud Sea Dust Clearing Blade and pointed it at the imposing and robust divine statue below: "Crush his stone body and destroy everything he has."

Let him know that he can't even touch the hem of your clothes.

"As ordered!"

Wu Xiao turned to look down, and his kneeling figure plummeted straight down.

Like a feather, it fell lightly to the ground.

"call!!"

Flames erupted from Lie Tian's body, and the temperature in the world suddenly rose.

Wu Xiao stood with his long ponytail flowing behind his head, holding a halberd behind his back in one hand, while a flower-patterned folding fan appeared out of thin air in the other hand, covering the lower half of his face.

This standing posture alone is quite unique.

The fan from the Yin Hua Dan clan is even more special, rarely appearing in his hands.

The majestic Martial Emperor was indeed like that... hmm, graceful and elegant.

(End of this chapter)