The Old Gods

Chapter 841 Again

Mid-January, the Heavenly Battlefield.

More than a hundred kilometers west of Thunder God Mountain, inside an inconspicuous stone peak.

Yin Yan sat quietly, leaning against the stone wall. The half of the tiger tally she was holding in her hand was vibrating slightly.

She knew that the other half of the tiger tally was rapidly approaching.

"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"

Suddenly, a faint crackling sound of electricity could be heard, and in an instant, a tall figure had already rushed into the cave.

The newcomer was dressed in a noble purple robe, adorned with golden arm armor, and possessed a solemn and imposing demeanor.

"call!!"

The violent fluctuations of divine power stirred up the gently flowing sea of ​​mist.

The mist inside the cave was thick and hazy.

A slightly hoarse female voice echoed in the cave: "Why did it take so long?"

Huangfu brushed the fog from his eyes and looked at the stone wall on the west side: "In the war some time ago, Lord Dongting suffered a great loss and was furious. I want to apply to leave the sacred mountain, but I need to find a suitable opportunity."

Yin Yan let out a cold snort: "Heh, Lord Dongting."

Clearly, she had a strong prejudice against the word "adult".

Huangfu didn't respond, but continued, "Besides, it would be too conspicuous for me to leave right after you've just visited the sacred mountain."

"Hmm." Yin Yan agreed with this reason.

"What brings Ms. Yin to me?" Huangfu asked.

If this woman hadn't been the widow of an old friend, Huangfu would never have taken such a great risk to come out and meet her.

Yin Yan remained seated, a thick sea of ​​fog engulfing her head, from which came a hoarse female voice: "I met someone, someone who truly deserves to be called 'adult'."

Huangfu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly his mood grew increasingly serious.

What do you mean?
Yin Yan and the forces behind her. Is that so-called "big shot" planning something in the shadows?

Was she trying to recruit him?
Huangfu felt resistance and even a deep-seated rejection.

He absolutely did not believe that any force could compare to the Cloud Sea Sect.

Even such a colossal entity collapsed in an instant.
Moreover, after the incident at the Cloud Sea Sect, the gods are especially wary of the human race! Under strict supervision, what kind of trouble can the human race stir up?
"Ms. Yin, I know that Qingshan's death has been a great blow to you."

Yin Yan interrupted directly: "If Qingshan were still alive, he would definitely follow him wholeheartedly, even to the point of devout worship."

Huangfu was startled!
Zheng Qingshan, a follower of the Mountain Lord, is imbued with the aura of a unique deity—the aura of a king!
The eight great celestial demons are led by the Heavenly Phoenix.

But that is a product of a human society and its values.

In terms of combat power and imposing presence, the Mountain Lord is undoubtedly the king of beast gods!

He wanted to find someone in this world whom Zheng Qingshan would follow wholeheartedly.
Have,
And there's only one!
Qiao Wanjun.

"Gulp." Huangfu's Adam's apple bobbed, and a fleeting, unrealistic fantasy rose in his mind.

Has Sect Leader Qiao returned?

How is this possible?

Even the former Cloud Sea troops scattered throughout the Heavenly Realm are being monitored by gods and demons in this way. How could she, as the leader of the human race, possibly have the opportunity to act in secret?
Moreover, Yin Yan just mentioned "devout worship".

There is no doubt that Master Qiao is indeed above all living beings.

But reverence?

Qiao Wanjun is an upright person!

It is not a deity that fools the masses and extracts faith from them.
Thinking of this, Huangfu was in an uproar! Was Yin Yan colluding with some special god/demon, planning to do something?

Could it be that she has joined the ranks of the Faceless Jade Venerable?
The conditions offered by the Faceless Jade Venerable were indeed hard to resist.

eternal life!

Immortal and indestructible, existing forever.
But who can confirm whether the Faceless Jade Venerable is telling the truth or not? Judging from her temperament, her extreme coldness is plain to see.

Compared to gods and demons, it surpasses them all!

Zheng Qingshan could not possibly worship the Faceless Jade Venerable. Once she breaks through the alliance of gods and demons, the entire human world will probably turn into white jade.

All races perish, but I shall endure.

The cave was deathly silent.

Only Huangfu's chaotic thoughts stirred up the atmosphere around him.

Slowly, Huangfu spoke, "Ms. Yin, the lord you mentioned..."

"Don't move," Yin Yan interrupted again. "He's here."

Huangfu's heart sank.

Should I leave?
Staying here is tantamount to being dragged into an unknown vortex. Well, the moment I came to keep the appointment, I was already inescapably involved.

Huangfu's face was somewhat grim; he had never imagined that his old friend's widow would act in such a way.

The Yin Li Hu clan truly embodies all the sinister and ruthless traits!

Thanks to Qingshan's connections, he managed to coax me out, and then forced me to...?
Huangfu turned his head and saw an ancient bronze mirror that, with an incomparably forceful posture, tore through time and space and landed in the cave.

A mysterious man in a straw raincoat walked out of the mirror.

The wide conical hat obscured the other person's face.

"Om~"

"Buzz!" The pair of swords on Huangfu's back trembled slightly.

[What's wrong?] Huangfu immediately transmitted his thoughts.

Thunderous Blade and Lightning Sword simultaneously transmitted their thoughts, providing similar information: a familiar aura.

familiar?

Huangfu was somewhat taken aback. As the full-length mirror slowly shattered, the mysterious man in the straw raincoat a few meters away slowly raised his head.

Is this a young person?

Huangfu was certainly not fooled by appearances.

Humans of this age should not appear on the celestial battlefield!
Furthermore, since Yin Yan just mentioned "respect," this person cannot be a human.

Huangfu maintained his composure perfectly, his mind racing as he looked at the imposing young man.

"Yunhai Sect, Huangfu," the young man in the straw raincoat spoke softly. Huangfu, sensing the other's strength at the first level of the Heavenly Realm, nodded slightly with some doubt: "May I ask who you are?"

"call!"

Suddenly, a surge of divine power erupted from the young man's waist.

A phantom figure suddenly appeared, floating behind the young man.

Huangfu's eternally solemn face has finally changed!

His pupils contracted slightly as he looked up at the stunningly beautiful figure.

Sect Leader Qiao?!

No wonder Lei Jingdao and Dian Raojian said that the mysterious young man had a familiar aura. It turned out that it came from the divine weapon of Sect Master Qiao, the Cloud Sea Dust Clearing Sword!
"Sect Master." Yin Yan finally emerged from the sea of ​​mist, came to Lu Ran's side, and handed him half of the tiger tally.

At the same time, the half of the tiger tally in Huangfu's hand struggled violently and darted away.

"Snapped!"

The two tiger symbols were joined together and held in the young man's hand: "Go and keep watch."

"Yes." Yin Yan transformed into a gust of demonic wind and vanished.

"How did you come to know Sect Master Qiao's divine weapon?" Huangfu snapped out of his daze, his body tensing.

In my memory, the Cloud Sea Dust Clear Sword was kept by Yan Chou, the most unruly disciple in the sect.

As long as Chou Nu lives, this sword will never fall into the hands of an outsider!

"Huangfu," the illusory Qiao Wanjun spoke softly.

"Here!" Huangfu responded subconsciously. From many perspectives, the sword spirit is the master of the divine weapon.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"It's been a long time..." For a moment, Huangfu didn't know where to begin. He vaguely realized that the sword spirit was not coerced.

Qiao Wanjun floated behind the young man in the straw raincoat, her hand resting on his bamboo hat, her ethereal eyes filled with tenderness:
“This is my child.”

Huangfu: !!!
The gates of memory roared open.

He suddenly remembered that during the years of war, Sect Leader Qiao had indeed revealed that she had a son and a daughter in the mortal world.

Now, her son has grown up so much.

They even ascended to the heavens!
Huangfu stared blankly at the young man in the straw raincoat, as if trying to see her reflection in his brows.

Qiao Wanjun turned to look at Huangfu and whispered, "Take good care of him for me."

Huangfu came to his senses and slowly knelt down.

The thick fog obscured his figure, but it couldn't escape Lu Ran's eyes. He saw the man lower his head, his voice trembling slightly:
"Disciple obeys!"

"Hmm." Qiao Wanjun nodded in satisfaction, her figure merging into the sword.

From beginning to end, she never used a tone of discussion; she simply gave instructions.

confidence,

This stems from an understanding of Huangfu Bingxing's character.

It also stems from the past, from the war years when we were together, risking our lives for each other.

Lu Ran secretly admired his mother's leadership skills.

If we switch places, and I am forced back to the mortal realm, the soldiers of the Burning Gate will be scattered across the celestial battlefield.
Will their descendants also receive protection and care from the disciples of the Burning Gate?

Nightmare, Evil Shadow, Dragon Guardian, Martial Emperor, Phoenix and Swallow Generals, and Frost Guard.
Many figures flashed through Lu Ran's mind.

From Dharma protectors to the Heavenly Emperor, from divine generals to guards, and even to close relatives like Deng Yutang, Tian Tian, ​​and Chang Ying, they should all be able to do it.

Thinking of this, Lu Ran smiled.

He reached behind his waist and took out the gourd with the phoenix pattern, from which figures were spat out.

Huangfu naturally noticed that powerful auras were emanating from inside the cave.

As a peerless expert at the second level of the Heavenly Realm, he wouldn't tremble in fear, but the large group of people filling the cave was truly astonishing!
"Om~"

Thunderous Blade and Lightning Sword once again transmitted their thoughts.

Familiar smell!
【Ugly slave, go.】

"Yes!" Yan Chou strode forward.

"Snapped!"

A large hand pressed heavily on Huangfu's shoulder, and a familiar voice entered his ears: "Young Master wants you to get up."

Huangfu's body trembled slightly.

The familiar aura came from the magical artifact, the Black Cloud Pattern Gourd.

It turns out that this person is Yan Chou, the disciple who has always protected Yun Haichen Qingjian!
Huangfu, who was submerged in the sea of ​​fog, immediately stood up and saw his old friend wearing a green raincoat and blue hat. Although his face was covered by a steel mask, he could still see his familiar eyes.

These eyes no longer looked as vacant as they did when we last met.

Instead, they became bright and piercing.

He was just as resolute as he was many, many years ago when he was in the Cloud Sea Sect.

At that moment, Huangfu seemed to understand something.

He turned his head, glanced at the group of mysterious people wearing green raincoats and blue hats in the cave, and finally his gaze fell on the young man in the raincoat.

A muffled voice came from behind the blood crystal mask: "My mother was forced back to the mortal world by the gods and demons, imprisoned in a city, and is watched and guarded day and night."

I also know that the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed, its disciples scattered throughout the Heavenly Realm, suffering oppression and enslavement, dying one after another.

Huangfu remained silent, his hand, which had been hanging in the sea of ​​mist, gradually clenched.

The young man spoke again, his voice deep: "But Mr. Huangfu, now that her son has advanced to the Heavenly Realm, he has also led a group of people who are willing to risk their lives to climb here."

Huangfu stared directly into the eyes of the young man in the straw raincoat, looking into those cold, piercing pupils.

Compared to Sect Leader Qiao's cold and relatively reserved gaze, her child's emotions were more outwardly expressive.

That was hatred and resentment that ran deep in their bones.

The young man's voice reached my ears, deep and resonant, yet each word like a thunderclap:
"Sir, would you be willing to try again with me?"

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(End of this chapter)