The Old Gods

Chapter 726: The Remnants of Thunder
"You, drew the best lot?"

Shen Xiaotang's face was covered with frost, and the anger in his heart was boiling up uncontrollably.

Ever since the internal strife in the sect and the escape of the Second Madam and her diehard followers, the Star Valley has been severely damaged!

This time, Shen Xiaotang led the team to go to Fengxiang Valley to exert pressure. If they want to grow their own power, they will need more powerful disciples.

As a result, the disciples of the Poison Bee and Spirit Elephant sects were very tough!
Never give up.

This time, the two sides even clashed, causing Shen Xiaotang to lose several good fighters.

She missed the past glory so much. If Jingting Mountain was still the same as before, the small Fengxiang Valley would be nothing!

All those tough guys had to kneel down at her feet and submit to her!

There is no need to even use Jingting Mountain in its heyday. Going back a few months, when she and the second lady had just occupied the Starry Sky Valley, it was enough to destroy the Bee Elephant Valley.

However, that civil war not only caused heavy casualties among the Dongting disciples, but also caused heavy losses to the newly recruited Xingguan disciples and Huadeng disciples, who took advantage of the chaos to flee.

Oh shit!

Damn bitch!
Shen Xiaotang has cursed the Second Madam more than once, so does he have to compete with me?
If the Second Madam had bowed her head obediently, why would our side be in this situation now?
Shen Xiaotang, who had suffered a setback in Fengxiang Valley, was already furious. However, as soon as he returned to Xingkong Valley, he heard that a fortune teller in the valley had drawn an excellent fortune.

Sign it? !

How could Shen Xiaotang suppress the anger in his heart?
"I'm asking you a question!" Shen Xiaotang said coldly.

Chang Ying lowered her head and knelt on the ground in a proper manner: "Yes, Valley Master."

"Haha." Shen Xiaotang laughed angrily, "Today is a good day for you, right?"

Chang Ying lowered her head and remained silent.

Shen Xiaotang took the long whip from the man next to him and whipped Chang Ying hard in the face.

"Snapped!"

Chang Ying's head tilted due to the beating.

"Today is a good day for you, right?" Shen Xiaotang stepped forward.

She was obviously a slender woman, but she was like a mountain, pressing down on Chang Ying.

The crisp sound of whips came one after another.

Xiaoman, who was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, was silent as a cicada, his little face turned pale with fear.

"I'm asking you! Is it true? Huh? Is it true?"

Every time Shen Xiaotang spoke a word, a whip would fall.

Chang Ying silently waved away the water armor and allowed the Valley Master to whip her.

When you are punished, it is best to remove the water armor as soon as possible, otherwise more suffering or even death will be waiting for you.

"Crack! Crack!"

The crisp sound of whips continued to be heard, and Shen Xiaotang vented all the anger he had received from Fengxiang Valley on the slave under his feet.

"I was tricked by Fengxianggu. Are you happy?"

"Crack! Crack!"

"A few Dong Ting disciples died, it's your big day, right?"

"Pah! Pah"

Chang Ying lowered her head, her face and body covered with whip marks.

The burning pain was nothing, but made her feel that she was still alive and existed.
What’s the point of living like this?

Which one is the best?
Is that the meaning of persisting?
But when I went on pilgrimage, I drew a very good fortune.
"Boom!"

Chang Ying only felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then she was kicked away. She felt a sweetness in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Xiaotang's chest rose and fell violently. Seeing Chang Ying hit a big tree and fell heavily to the ground, she shouted:
"Come here and kneel down!"

Chang Ying's eyes were unfocused. She silently got up and kept repeating one sentence in her mind:

Didn’t you say it’s a good fortune?

Is this my lucky sign?

"Hurry up!" Shen Xiaotang shouted sternly.

Chang Ying lowered her eyes and numbly crawled to the woman's feet.

"Valley Master." The man at the side called softly.

Shen Xiaotang suddenly turned his head to look at the man. His sinister eyes made the man tremble uncontrollably.

He stammered, "Master, calm down. The punishment can be done at any time. Now that she has drawn the best lot, we in Xingkong Valley are afraid..."

Shen Xiaotang looked at the slave who had crawled to his feet with a dark look in his eyes: "Draw another lot, now!"

"Please wait for a moment, Master. I need to pray for a moment."

"Hurry up!" Shen Xiaotang looked at the pale Xiaoman next to him, "You, draw the lot!"

"Ah! Yes!"

Xiaoman quickly took out a stick tube and started shaking it.

This time, she didn't tell fortunes for herself.

Unlike the disciples of the spellcasting school, the disciples of the Lingqian school do not have to tell fortunes for themselves. The believers of Lingqian can tell fortunes for other people and other things.

The scope of calculation is very broad.

However, Chang Ying and Xiao Man, as slaves of Star Valley, have always been required to calculate their own destinies, which is more specific and accurate.

Of course, no matter how specific and accurate they are, believers in divination can only get nine out of ten correct at best.

"Whoosh~"

A wooden stick flew high up and hovered in the air, with a word written on it - China.

Win the lottery?

Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you calculating your own destiny?" came a cold female voice.

"Yes! Master Shen, yes, I dare not lie to you." Xiaoman kowtowed repeatedly and said in a trembling voice.

Don’t dare to lie?
If you don’t dare, you will die here!
"Humph." Shen Xiaotang snorted coldly and whipped Chang Ying again, "Are you done?"

Chang Ying prayed silently.

Pray to the fortune teller.

She endured whip after whip, her clothes were torn to shreds, and even without the Water Flow Armor, her skin was still torn.

It was not until she took out the lottery box again that Shen Xiaotang stopped, with blood dripping down from the whip.

The stick tube kept shaking, and after a series of crisp sounds, a wooden stick flew out.

There are two words written on it - down!
Sign in?
"Heh." Shen Xiaotang sneered, brushed off the blood on the whip, and whipped the slave hard again, "Yes, this is your life!"

"Master Valley Master!" Xiao Man begged when she saw the bad fortune, "Master Valley Master, please calm down! Our fortune-telling sect is not 100% accurate. Chang Ying's previous good fortune must have been wrong. She didn't calculate it correctly!"

Shen Xiaotang whipped Xiaoman in the face, turned his head and looked to the side, and ordered: "The valley is on alert today, let the Flying Eagle Hall keep an eye on the Bee Elephant Valley."

"Yes!" The man quickly accepted the order and left.

Shen Xiaotang looked behind him and asked, "What are you all standing there for?"

The people at the back didn't even dare to breathe and left in a hurry.

Shen Xiaotang turned around, looked at Chang Ying, who was covered in wounds, and whipped her again.

"Bitch! You finally got the lot you deserved?" Shen Xiaotang vented his anger, "A very good lot, do you think you deserve it?"

"Clap! Clap! Clap"

Amid the fine whip shadows, Chang Ying lowered her head, with blood marks on her body and blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.

But her eyes, which should have been distracted, now had a hint of spirit.

Just now, she wasn't counting herself.

But it is Shen Xiaotang's fate.

At the same time, more than fifty kilometers away, on the north side of Fengxiang Valley.

Two black fire horses, with flames wrapped around their hooves, were wandering in the beautiful rain forest.

"Puff puff~"

The sound of flapping wings came from far away and Lu Ran immediately raised his arms.

A pitch-black crow appeared and landed on Lu Ran's forearm: "Master, I see the battlefield."

"Is someone fighting?" Lu Ran suddenly became alert.

Black Crow shook his head quickly: "No, no! It was the site after the battle. It was a mess. I saw many elephant footprints. A great battle took place there."

"Direction!" Lu Ran immediately opened his eyes of the underworld.

Wuhuan hurriedly pointed the way, and Lu and Deng rode their horses quickly.

Lu Ran and the other person quickly arrived at the battlefield, and just as Wuhuan had said, the scene was horrific!

The rainforest terrain is originally lush with vegetation, but here there is a large open space.

Trees broke and fell, and the earth tore and collapsed.

The deep pits in the shape of elephant feet indicate that there were disciples of the third-class god Lingxiang who committed crimes here.

Unfortunately, there are no revenants in the battlefield area.

I think this war happened before.

"The real murderer." Lu Ran stood at the edge of an elephant-foot-shaped pit, looking at the deep pit below.

There was no bloody corpse, only dried blood and crushed meat.

【Owner. 】

【Um? 】

[There is a spy. A follower of the poisonous bee! She has bee wings on her back. ]

[Don't get close!] Lu Ran quickly sent a message, [Report your location, I'll go there myself!]

God·Poison Bee and God·Spiritual Elephant are both ranked in the third row.

They all belong to the sequence of "Eight Heavenly Demons".

The Poison Bee Sect is very special, and is one of the few sects in the world that specializes in poison.

The weapons of this sect are poisonous, the bee stings they spray are poisonous, and the bee venom field they release is even more toxic.

Once the enemy is exposed to bee venom, nausea is only the initial reaction. Soon people will uncontrollably vomit and feel dizzy until they completely lose their ability to fight.

Under Yan Shuangzi's guidance, Lu Ran concealed his body and quietly flew to the middle branch of a giant tree.

The Poison Bee female disciple in front of him was obviously very alert.

She had been activating the poisonous bee magic, Bee Wings. Once the thin wings vibrated, the flying speed was incredibly fast.

Slowly, Lu Ran placed a hand on the back of her head.

"Ah?" The Poison Bee female disciple's face suddenly changed, and green poisonous mist was instantly released from her body.

"Whoosh!" When Lu Ran appeared, a golden wave of energy was released from his body.

The monk’s magic: Sucking the Golden Wind!
This is a method of purification, which has the same effect as the Jade-faced Snake clan's evil method, Fairyland.

"Master Wu, spare my life!" The female disciple's face was pressed against the bark. She not only recognized the golden air waves, but also sensed the terrifying pressure from the sea behind her.

She was just a Jiang Realm disciple, how could she dare to even think of resisting?
"I ask, you answer." Lu Ran grabbed the back of the woman's head and slowly flew to the ground.

"Yes, sir!"

"What's going on here?"

"Starry Sky Valley! People from Starry Sky Valley attacked us yesterday and wanted to annex our Fengxiang Valley. We fought... we started fighting."

"Starry Sky Valley?" Lu Ran was quite puzzled. "Why did I hear that your two factions are an alliance?"

The intelligence information that Master Lu Yuan and his apprentice gave Lu Ran was mostly about locations, but not much information about human forces.

The relevant information about Fengxiang Valley and Xingkong Valley was provided by Yue Yi, one of the Eight Riders of Longxiong, but this information was from many years ago.

Lu Ran had a good impression of Fengxiang Valley and Xingkong Valley because Yue Yi said that these two sects were the few "normal" sects near the Soul Locking Mountain.

"It has been a long time since then. A long time ago, Xingkong Valley was occupied by a group of Dongting disciples."

"Dong Ting disciple?"

"Yes!" Under Lu Ran's terrifying pressure, the female disciple of the Poison Bee actually gnashed her teeth, with astonishing hatred in her eyes, "They used to be people from Jingting Mountain..."

Before she finished her words, the Poison Bee female disciple froze and didn't dare to speak again.

The young man's deep voice, originally full of majesty, was in line with the tone of a disciple of a first-class god, a warrior monk. But now it became sinister:
"You mean Jingting Mountain?"

There is another chapter tonight.

It takes me an average of four hours to write one chapter. I’m working hard on it. If it’s too late, you can read it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)