The Old Gods

Chapter 750 Fame
At the edge of the Jinmie Ridge, in an underground cave.

"Hmm!" Qiao Yuanxi covered her mouth with one hand and opened her eyes slightly.

In the pitch-black environment, Lu Ran's eyes were so bright and shining.

"Om!!"

The Eight Desolations Sword was shaking violently, and in a place that people could not see, in the gray sky of the Jinmie Ridge, endless fog was rushing in.

Whenever a divine weapon is promoted, the standards of the strange phenomena in heaven and earth are very high.

The thick fog automatically formed into mist tornadoes, passing through the ash-filled sky and reaching deep into the rift valley.

"Roar!"

"Roar" For a moment, the roaring sound in the Cinderslayer Ridge was endless. One by one, the Cinderslayer demons rushed here, but were immediately shrouded in fog, and then completely lost their vision.

It is inevitable that there will be friction between giant beasts lost in the thick fog.

As they were of the same race, they should not have had too many disputes. However, the fog blinded them and the Jhin Demons could not recognize each other. In addition, they were brutal by nature and had low intelligence. Several small-scale frictions soon turned into a big melee.

The commotion outside did not disturb Lu Ran.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his forehead resting on the cold blade, concentrating on leading the magic weapon to advance.

Ten minutes. A quarter of an hour. Half an hour.
The Eight Desolate Sword continued to hum, its momentum unabated.

Generally speaking, it doesn't take long for a magic weapon to be upgraded, ranging from a few minutes to half an hour.

There was total silence in the cave, and every minute and every second was torture for everyone.

If the time is too long, it is not a good thing, and it may mean that there are problems in advancing.

If you fail to cross this threshold this time, you will hardly have another chance in the future!

Qiao Yuanxi became more and more worried. Far above him, muffled sounds and explosions could be heard.

"Boom! Boom!"

"Boom!"

Jiang Ruyi hesitated for a moment, then used his magic, the Eight Golden and Jade Talismans, intending to use the golden and jade stone tablets to stabilize the top of the cave.

It was at this moment that the goldfinch suddenly turned its head, used its beak to lift open the girl's raincoat, and crawled into Xiao Yuanxi's arms.

"Hmm!" Before Qiao Yuanxi could ask, he felt a strong gust of wind coming.

She quickly covered her face with one hand, her delicate body was pushed back by the wind and waves, and her shoulders were pressed against the stone wall.

"call!!"

Before the strong wind dissipated, she heard a burst of hearty laughter:
"Ha ha!"

"Brother?" Qiao Yuanxi naturally knew what this circle of wind and waves meant.

She was also very happy and crawled over using her hands and feet.

"Little fool." Lu Ran said jokingly, "How could you go astray when you're so close?"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand and placed it on Qiao Yuanxi's hat to help her adjust its direction.

"Humph!" Qiao Yuanxi frowned, crawled to Lu Ran's side, and shook his arm excitedly, "Did you succeed?"

"It's done!" Lu Ran nodded heavily, full of emotion.

He still held the hilt of the Eight Desolations Sword in one hand, feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from the sword.

The third-rank divine weapon: the Eight Desolations Annihilation Sword!

Its own attributes are likely to surpass the second-tier magic weapon, the Xiaguang Sword.

Thinking secretly in his mind, Lu Ran decisively gave it a try.

"Bahuang, try to break free from me." Lu Ran clenched the hilt of the knife and ordered in a deep voice.

Bahuangdao immediately obeyed the order and tried to break free from Lu Ran's hand.

Lu Ran's eyes suddenly widened, and he gripped the knife handle tightly, squeezing it harder.

The power of the Eight Desolate Sword was so terrifying that it was beyond expectations. It actually dragged Lu Ran forward.

Lu Ran was shocked!

So strong?
Suddenly, the voice of the Eight Desolate Sword Spirit came to my mind: [Master, you have to activate the technique of increasing strength! Otherwise, you can't hold me. ]

Lu Ran:?
The Eight Desolate Sword did not brag. It simply dragged Lu Ran forward more than one meter.

You know, Lu Ran is at the fourth stage of the sea realm!

This. This this?

"Hu~" Lu Ran's blood began to boil, and he activated the Blood Skull Evil Technique: Burning Blood Body, causing his all-round attributes to skyrocket.

"Buzz!" The Eight Desolate Sword and Lu Ran's hand kept shaking.

The struggle between the two sides has reached each other's limits.

Seems like a draw?
After all, Lu Ran was still holding the hilt of the knife, so he could be considered to have a slight advantage.

"Gulp." Lu Ran swallowed.

Is this the explosive property of the third-order magic weapon?

The power of people in the River Realm is enough to wield a first-level magical weapon, while people in the Sea Realm are able to wield a second-level magical weapon.

So only people in the heavenly realm can control third-order divine weapons?

Here is a real example. Lu Ran is a high-level sea realm master. He has to use all his strength to hold the Eight Desolate Sword after activating the evil magic of burning blood body.

"Stop." Lu Ran said quickly.

The Eight Desolate Sword was extremely intelligent, and it slowly slowed down its force, fearing that Lu Ran would fall backwards and crash deeper into the ground.
"Good fellow~" Lu Ran placed the Eight Desolations Sword flat on his knees, his fingertips constantly stroking the blade.

Can't put it down.

This was just a rough test of the power of a third-order divine weapon. How fast would it be?
What level of sharpness will it be?
Can ordinary people in the sea realm really resist the sword of Bahuang?
The more he thought about it, the happier Lu Ran became.

Take the example of Jin Que Er, who is at the beginning of the Sea Realm: does it mean that he doesn't even need to do anything? Can the Eight Desolate Swords kill Jin Que Er on the spot by fighting on their own?
It is worthy of being a third-rank divine weapon!
It is indeed a grade comparable to the Heaven Realm! While thinking, Lu Ran thought of the Xiaguang Sword again, and thought to himself what a pity: Xiaguang was the first to arrive, but the Eight Desolate Sword got there first.

How great would it be if the Xiaguang Sword was also a third-tier magic weapon?

"Buzz~" The Xiaguang Sword vibrated slightly.

Seems a bit aggrieved?

"Eh?" Lu Ran came back to his senses and quickly comforted her, "This kind of opportunity is hard to come by, Xia Guang, I know you work hard too."

Jiang Ruyi's voice came from the side: "No need to do that, Xiaguang, Holy Spirit Mountain is obviously more suitable for the growth of the Eight Desolate Sword."

"Yes, yes, this place is more suitable for the Eight Wastelands." Lu Ran agreed subconsciously, and then realized that Fairy Jiang was not just being polite and comforting.

What is the purpose of the existence of the Eight Desolations Annihilation Sword?
The answer is right in the question.

Lu Ran's journey along the way, the bloody battles in this dirty and cruel Holy Spirit Mountain, every minute and every second, is in perfect harmony with the survival philosophy of the Eight Desolate Sword.

It would be strange if it doesn’t grow!

Lu Ran nodded secretly and sighed: "If I were still in the human world, still protecting Rain Alley City, the Xiaguang Sword would also be promoted to the third level."

When he was young, Lu Ran once made a wish:

I want to kill my way through every fifteenth night, to welcome the brilliant rays of light and auspicious clouds in the sky.

Now he is no longer in Yuxiang City, and he will not fight until dawn on the 15th of every month.

But from a higher perspective, what Lu Ran did and his ultimate goal was also to shatter the darkness in the world.

The day when all gods and demons are slaughtered marks the dawn of the human world!
that moment,
That is the real dazzling rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors!
"Buzz!" Xiaguangdao obviously agreed with Lu Ran's idea.

What it wants is certainly not the dawn in the narrow sense on the 16th day of every month.

Instead, it should be auspicious clouds filling the sky for the entire world!
There was a solemn atmosphere in the dark cave, and anyone could sense the boiling hearts of Lu Ran and his magic weapon.

This kind of person, this kind of blade.

This kind of extremely pure and innocent heart, and the arrogant ambition that knows no bounds.
Jiang Ruyi suddenly realized a problem: it was not because Lu Ran owned a sculpture garden that he was where he is today.

But Lu Ran already possessed such qualities, so Lord Xianyang brought a sculpture garden and found Lu Ran among the countless people.

Jiang Ruyi admitted that she had a strong filter for Lu Ran, and her judgment might be biased.

But no matter how modest he is, Jiang Ruyi believes that at least Lu Ran and the Sculpture Park complement each other, which is why they are going further and further on this road.

Never deviated at all,

Never retreated a single step.

Jiang Ruyi collected her thoughts and gently reminded him, "Lu Ran, there has been chaos outside for a while."

“Oh.” Lu Ran nodded. There should be quite a few dead souls in the mountain. He put on the hat that fell to the ground and said, “I’ll be back soon.”

After the words were spoken, a bloody afterimage was left behind.

Lu Ran appeared on the cliff outside the Jinmie Ridge. Looking into the distance, he saw that the fog between the sky and the earth had dissipated a lot.

He opened his horizontal pupils and immediately saw many ghosts of the Jinmiemo disappearing in the gray sky.

It seems that in the past half hour, many souls of Jinmiemo have passed away.

But there are also many souls of the Jinmiemo still lingering on the surface and in the air.

Naturally, Lu Ran would not miss such a resource. His figure turned invisible and he deliberately switched to the teleportation technique, Shadow Flash, to avoid leaving an afterimage when flashing.

He silently captured the soul and ate with relish.

There were many battle groups everywhere the eye could see, but as the fog cleared, most of the fighting ceased.

There was only one battle that was too brutal.

Even though Jinmiemo recognized that the enemy was from the same tribe, he still couldn't suppress his cruel heart and was completely bloodthirsty.

【Master.】 The familiar voice was imprinted in my mind.

That was Lu Ran's own voice, with a unique sonority and temperament.

[What? You can't hold it back anymore?] Lu Ran took in another ghost of Jin Mie Mo into his pupils and adjusted the mask on the lower half of his face.

[Master, give it a try. Let’s give it a try!] A dignified third-rank divine weapon lowered his posture very low, even with a hint of begging.

The surging desire for destruction in its heart could obviously not be suppressed.

Lu Ran couldn't help but smile.

Even though the Eight Desolate Swordsmen were as powerful as this bear, they remained loyal and sought instructions from the master of the magical weapon.

You know, the last time it comprehended the realm of divine weapons, it was in a hurry and its attitude towards Lu Ran was particularly tough.

The Eight Desolate Sword has grown.

Reward!

"Okay." Lu Ran's eyes focused on the most chaotic and largest battle group, "You and I will try your second divine weapon domain!"

"Snapped!"

Lu Ran grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and his aura was overwhelming.

The wide hat flew away with the wind, and Lu Ran's semi-long black hair fluttered upwards, revealing his pair of bright and brilliant eyes.

It should be a manifestation of divinity.

However, due to his violent fluctuations of divine power and the strange blood-red half-face mask, he seemed sinister.

"Bahuang, what do you plan to name this divine weapon realm?"

"Please give me a name, Master!"

"Yeah." Lu Ran pursed his lips, and immediately stood in the center of the chaotic battle group.
Follow me to destroy the world first!
Reestablish your great reputation!

(End of this chapter)