The Old Gods

Chapter 826 The Sick Tree Mountain
[Lu Ran, you've gone to the Heavenly Realm?] Jiang Ruyi's expression was solemn.

Yes, what happened?

[Liang Ye Sword has sensed the divine weapon that has been suppressing it.]

"Oh?" Lu Ran raised an eyebrow slightly.

Compared to the previous buzzing of the Night Blade, Lu Ran was not too flustered this time.

Because the wielder of the divine weapon is most likely not the god or demon himself.

After all, Lu Ran was not in the Divine Mountain area, which meant that the master of the divine weapon was in the same world as him—the First Heaven!

Based on this, the other party should be a human believer who has ventured into the Heavenly Realm?
"What direction is the opponent in? Hmm, give me the Liangye Sword." Lu Ran changed his mind halfway through.

"Whoo~"

The afterimage of gods and demons flew out from Lu Ran's pupils, its terrifying energy surging, and transformed into a black ice longsword beside Jiang Ruyi's afterimage.

"Snap." Lu Ran gripped the sword hilt with one hand.

"Buzz~" The Liangye Sword trembled slightly, and the energy of the sword spirit flowed on the hilt, soaking into Lu Ran's palm and conveying strands of emotion.

Lu Ran stopped himself from saying what he was about to say.

He extended two fingers and gently stroked the cold blade. Lu Ran had given far too little attention to this divine weapon that never cried or made a fuss.

"This is the Celestial Realm." Jiang Ruyi's afterimage flew to the cave entrance, gazing at the peaks immersed in a sea of ​​mist.

"Hmm." Lu Ran gripped the hilt of his sword before asking, "Which direction are they from?"

Liang Ye turned his sword around, pointing it southeast.

"Is it far?"

Liang Ye tapped the tip of his sword, then shook it slightly.

"Not too far, not too close?" Lu Ran twirled his sword, having already made up his mind. "I'll show you around."

"Buzz!"

Lu Ran smiled and turned to look at Jiang Ruyi's lingering image: "Lady Xianmo, are you back?"

Since Jiang Ruyi obtained the Jade Talisman and Ghost Talisman and transformed into the pseudo-god stone sculpture, this code name, which had been set long ago, can finally be used.

The lingering image of Xianmo slowly flew back: "Are you taking Liang Ye to find the other party?"

Lu Ran nodded and said, "Anyway, I'm also looking for the sacred mountain. The other party might be a soldier stationed at the sacred mountain."

This conclusion is based on evidence.

On the battlefield of the heavens, those beings who wander around collecting the energy of the holy spirits are nothing more than lackeys of gods and demons and the faceless jade deity.

As for the human believers, most of them lived near the sacred mountain, waiting for the orders of the gods and demons.

Human believers who have the ability to travel around must have a rather special identity.

For example, those that can teleport or move at high speed.

Without the "diamond drill," it would be very easy for the Faceless Jade Venerable to catch them, kill them, and rob them. Of course, the gods and demons would not want to suffer losses for nothing.

"Hmm," Xianmo's lingering shadow frowned slightly.

Strictly speaking, Jiang Ruyi is the true master of the divine weapon; she is the one who should be wielding the Liangye Sword and challenging her opponents.

Divine weapons are no ordinary things.

They are beings of immense pride!

The vast majority of divine weapons would not tolerate their masters retreating, much less willingly fall into the hands of outsiders to engage in opportunistic acts and have outsiders help them defeat the enemy.

This path to heaven must be forged by the divine weapon and its master fighting together!
However, Liang Yejian's path to godhood was very special.

It is indeed Jiang Ruyi's divine weapon, but the formation of its sword spirit, the awakening of its consciousness, and even the direction of its understanding of the divine weapon realm are all centered around Lu Ran.

Lu Ran is indeed not the master of the divine weapon, but he is by no means an outsider either.

The card has a bug.
"I'll do it." Lu Ran gently stroked the sword. "Liang Ye doesn't object, and she really enjoys being with me, doesn't she?"

"Om~"

Jiang Ruyi chuckled. The essence of the sword spirit comes from the master of the divine weapon. Could Liang Yejian possibly refuse Lu Ran's request?
"come back."

"Okay, then be careful." Jiang Ruyi said nothing more, and disappeared into Lu Ran's eyes.

With a thought, Lu Ran unleashed a series of powerful experts from the Heavenly Realm from the Blazing Phoenix Pattern Gourd.

"Puff puff puff~"

Wei Yun immediately transformed into a black raven, then quickly concealed himself and flew out of the cave.

Hearing the scout's voice flying far away, Lu Ran asked, "Old Bai, how about a prediction?"

Bai Yan immediately formed a hand seal, and a phantom character—heart—spread from his body.

After everyone waited quietly for a moment, Bai Yanhui nodded slightly and said something that made people feel at ease: "My mind is relatively peaceful, so I don't think anything unexpected will happen."

Lu Ran was quite satisfied. He stepped to Deng Yuxiang's side, placed one hand on her back, and left an invisible spatial mark from the perspective of the Dust Shadow Divine Technique.

"This sword?" Deng Yuxiang saw the black ice longsword in his hand.

Lu Ran did not explain, but said, "Everyone, carry out the mission. I'm going to search for the sacred mountain. If there's any situation, please let me know."

"Yes!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded firmly and powerfully.

Lu Ran nodded to the crowd and turned to walk towards the cave entrance.

Meanwhile, on a rather special sacred mountain.

The mountain is covered with beautiful ice-blue roses and also with tall, dead trees, forming two extremes.

A disheveled woman dressed in black was leaning against a dead tree, her eyes filled with a terrifyingly sinister look.

She was tall and slender with a thin face and sickly pale skin. As she gripped the sword at her waist, her intimidating gaze softened slightly.

"Whoo~"

The longsword made of Tianchen steel trembled slightly, and the sword spirit slowly took shape.

This is also a female figure, and you can see that the Blade Spirit and the woman in black have some similarities.

However, the sword spirit had long, flowing hair and a cold, elegant appearance, unlike the disheveled, haggard, and颓废 appearance of the woman in black. "They've arrived," the sword spirit said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the woman in black's expression, which had just softened slightly, darkened again.

She looked up at the sword spirit, opened her mouth as if to say something, but found that the sword spirit was only looking in the northwest direction and was not looking at her at all.

The relationship between the soldier and the lord was not like this before.

Until one day, her lover died on the battlefield.
"It's time for me to leave," the sword spirit murmured, gazing at the dark clouds in the sky.

"No." The woman in black replied curtly.

The sword spirit remained expressionless, turning his head slightly to glance at the master of divine weapons out of the corner of his eye: "If you're not going to accompany him, I will."

"Shut up!" The woman in black was clearly provoked. She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her tone and eyes becoming increasingly sinister.

It's hard to imagine that a master of divine weapons and his weapon would have such a relationship.

"Hey Hey."

A chilling, eerie laugh came from above the woman in black.

The woman's eyes were extremely sinister as she suddenly turned her head to look.

The withered tree she was leaning against was not an ordinary tree, but the evil tree-faced demon.

At that moment, on the thick tree trunk, there was a cracked face, not only terrifying but also emitting mocking laughter.

It's clear that the Tree-faced Demons, who were originally unable to speak, seem to have undergone an "evolution" after advancing to the Heavenly Realm.

They can make sounds now.

"Crack!"

The woman in black, who was already wielding a divine sword, slashed fiercely at the tree trunk.

"Hiss!!" The tree-faced demon suddenly screamed, and its withered branches, which covered the sky, swayed wildly, making a piercing friction sound.

It's so funny it makes your teeth ache and your flesh hurt.

"Yin Yan! What are you doing?" A shout came from afar, filled with shock and anger. "Are you crazy! Do you want us to be punished?"

The woman in black, named "Yin Yan," turned her head and the reprimanding stopped abruptly.

"He is dead." The cold words came from the sword spirit's mouth.

Yin Yan had her back to the sword spirit, her eyes slightly wide open. Her pale hand, gripping the sword hilt, trembled uncontrollably.

A fierce aura emanated from her body.

Even the tree-faced demon, who had been watching the spectacle and mocking her, remained silent.

Indeed, this place is a sacred mountain, constantly under the watchful eyes of gods and demons.

The minions of gods and demons represent the gods and demons themselves, so human believers should treat the minions with utmost respect.

But this is, after all, a world where strength speaks!

"To save you." The sword spirit seemed oblivious to its master's terrifying aura; the cold words pierced the heart of the master of the divine weapon.

Yin Yan slowly turned around and looked at the sword spirit.

Through the sword spirit's unparalleled grace, she seemed to see her former self.

However, it was precisely in her youthful exuberance that she uttered those words that caused her such profound heartache:
"It's your fault."

"Shut up!"

The sword spirit slowly drifted closer, coldly looking at the master of the divine weapon: "I should have made way for others long ago. Since you and I cannot protect our loved ones, we should not delay others and protect their beloved ones."

"I told you to shut up," Yin Yan said, her head slightly lowered and her voice trembling.

The sword spirit slightly raised its chin, coldly looking at the woman with her head down, and commanded, "Let go, I'm going to find the other party."

Rebel against Tiangang?

Yes.

But this scene is more like the once aloof and superior Yin Yan, maintaining her former elegance and decisiveness, looking down on the now dejected and lost Yin Yan.

"Buzz!"

The divine sword suddenly trembled, attempting to break free from its master's grasp.

However, even a powerful third-tier divine weapon was firmly held in the pale, sinister hand, unable to escape.

"Did you hear that, Yin Yan?" the sword spirit said coldly.

"Wait for them to come." Yin Yan gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand and held the sharp blade directly with the other.

"Why be so coy?" The sword spirit looked at the master of the divine weapon who refused to let go. "Do you really want me to look down on you?"

Yin Yan bit her lip tightly and remained silent.

He has nothing left.

Whether it was his remains, his clothes, or his divine weapons and magical artifacts, she couldn't protect any of them.

This divine weapon, the Lovesick Sword, was her last wish.

Although Yin Yan always managed to shut up the sword spirit.

But her stubborn decision to keep the divine weapon by her side was tantamount to letting the sword spirit remind and punish her day and night.

"Yin Yan," the spirit of the Acacia Sword said coldly.

“Wait for them to come.” Yin Yan slowly sat down under the tree. “If the ones who come are qualified, I will grant your wish.”

The sword spirit remained silent for a long time, without returning to the sword.

She turned her head and looked into the distance.

Wherever the Tree-Faced Demon is located, the mountains become cracked and barren.

This race will absorb the energy of its surroundings and drain all nourishment, just as it did with his bones back then.

However, the vast fields of ice roses still bloomed brilliantly.

Ugliness is hidden beneath a beautiful exterior.

(End of this chapter)