The Old Gods

Chapter 867 Small Boat
The battlefield was in chaos, filled with screams and shouts.

"Lampshade! Lamp shadow."

The woman in the white dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella and surrounded by several blue lanterns, flew backward continuously.

But with weapons flying everywhere and jade robes billowing in the air, danger lurked at every turn.

What's even more despairing is that the statue of the goddess Nüying and the faceless jade statue are like sharp swords hanging over her head, ready to take her life at any moment.

When the intensity of combat reaches the level of gods, there is no place that is absolutely safe.

Even if you fight your way out of a massive army and escape several kilometers away, the magnificent body of a god may crash down on you in the next second.

"Whoo~"

Qingying suddenly opened her oil-paper umbrella and thrust it diagonally upwards, scattering several flying swords and causing her momentum to halt.

A terrifying pressure surged from the west.

Qingying turned her head and saw that the powerful god had arrived!
First-class deity - Martial Arts Student.

First-class evil god, Yin Huadan.

"Eliminate!" Wu Sheng Shen Su shouted, and one of the six command flags floating behind him immediately shot out.

The wind howled fiercely, like the wailing of ghosts and gods.

The terrifying tornadoes were not only enormous in size, but also spread out in all directions.

The overall direction of the tornadoes was eastward, with the intention of imprisoning the Faceless Jade Venerable within the wind formation.

At the very least, it limited the faceless jade statue's vision and hindered its movements.

The problem is that this is only the overall trend; the specific trajectory of each tornado is completely unpredictable.

Divine Technique: Swift Wind Capture Order!
Qingying bit her lower lip, frozen for a moment.

The high and mighty gods, of course, would not care about the insignificant human race.

Even though Qingying is really useful, she is adept at dealing with the minions of the Faceless Jade Venerable and can always complete the task better than the minions of gods and demons, providing more resources for Lord Chenghua.

However, she was still a lowly human.

Even her own god, Chenghua, could wantonly ravage and humiliate her, so how could other gods possibly give her any care?
"Hoo! Hoo!"

The terrifying tornado whipped up a sea of ​​fog on the ground, transforming it into a series of dreadful "gray fog tornadoes."

The color of heaven and earth changed.

The tiny ant was completely lost in the wind and gray fog.

Fortunately, Qingying still had a magical artifact, an oil-paper umbrella that had been with her for many years. It told its owner the direction of the fog tornado within a radius of 100 meters.

However, the phrase "swiftly seizing the stronghold" is not just an empty boast!
Tornadoes not only have unpredictable trajectories, but they also move at incredible speeds.

"Ugh." Qingying let out a muffled groan and fell heavily to the ground.

She flew to the side with all her might and narrowly avoided the fog tornado, but she could not escape the turbulent waves.

In just a few seconds, the green lamps that were wrapped around him had already dispersed.

Qingying had no chance to catch her breath and, reminded by the magical artifact, dodged again in a disheveled state.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar came from afar, indicating that the deity was once again facing off against the Faceless Jade Venerable.

No!

If things continue like this, it will only lead to a dead end.

Qingying gripped the umbrella handle tightly, and a surge of energy coursed through her hand.

In an instant, the world around the woman was transformed.

"crash"

A light, ethereal rain, pattering softly.

A calm river surface quietly appeared, its surface shrouded in mist and waves.

The chaotic and perilous battlefield was transformed into a peaceful and serene landscape painting of misty rain in Jiangnan.

The Divine Art of Flower Support - Misty Rain in the Mortal World!

In the system of gods and demons, purification techniques have extremely high priority.

It's powerful enough to purify levels beyond our own!
The only problem is that my major isn't really relevant to my job.

"Swift Wind Seizes the Camp" is an offensive skill! It is not the sandstorm of the Western Wilderness faction or the frost and snow of the Ice Burial clan, nor is it an auxiliary skill that changes the terrain or environment.

The misty rain can only limit and influence those tornadoes, but cannot completely eliminate them.

Qingying had no other choice.

To survive, she had no choice but to do this, and what happened next completely threw Qingying into a panic.

Her desperate struggles seemed to have angered the gods.

"Eeeeeee~~~"

A high-pitched voice, capable of sending shivers down one's spine, echoed from the high sky.

Martial Arts Divine Techniques and theatrical Soul-Stirring Melodies!
Divine martial arts performers, evil female warriors, and divine heroines, including the faceless jade deity, are all immune to mental attacks.

Both the martial arts performers and the female lead have a heart for Peking Opera, the female hero possesses the spirit of a hero, and the faceless jade lord is maxed out in both physical and magical defense!

Therefore, this high-pitched singing should not have appeared on the battlefield.

The fact that this has now appeared means that the deity is dissatisfied with a certain human disciple!
You despicable thing!

How could you possibly disobey the swift order to seize the stronghold issued by this god?
"Uh." Qingying's pupils shrank to almost needle-like sizes, and her face turned deathly pale.

Plop!
She trembled and collapsed to the ground, her soul shaking violently.

The illusory beauty of misty rain instantly shattered and vanished.

Those who are lost in the wind and fog have temporarily lost their ability to move.

The mental output of a divine-grade being was clearly beyond the reach of those in the Heavenly Realm. The disciples of the Flower Cultivation Sect, lacking any defensive techniques, were severely punished.

"Om!!"

The oil-paper umbrella trembled incessantly, filled with anxiety.

The terrifying fog tornado, turning in a strange arc, was about to circle around us!
Its owner, however, remained dazed.

"Phew~" The oil-paper umbrella didn't care about anything else and packed itself up on its own.

As the umbrella was being gathered together, the woman, who was trembling with fear, also shrank rapidly and was absorbed into the paper umbrella.

"Whoosh!"

The oil-paper umbrella flew rapidly, only to be tossed about and spun wildly by the terrifying turbulent winds and waves.

"Boom!"

The sound of an explosion suddenly came from afar.

The waves of fire spread out in layers, even turning the dark clouds in the sky into fiery clouds.

Martial Arts Divine Technique: Order to Burn the Camp with Blazing Fire!
The martial arts student's target was, of course, the Faceless Jade Venerable, but the sea of ​​fire had a wide range and the explosive shockwave was incredibly powerful.

"Snap! Snap!"

The oiled paper umbrella, despite having wooden ribs and a paper canopy, emitted a sound like shattering glass.

It spun rapidly, just as it was swallowed by the edge of the sea of ​​fire, it was then blasted away by the shockwave.

"Boom! Boom!"

The oil-paper umbrella crashed to the ground, bouncing repeatedly. Only when it rolled backward and slid did a figure emerge from within it.

Listen, listen to the rain!

Qingying spoke in a trembling voice, scrambling forward in a flustered manner, clearly still affected by what had just happened.

The woman, with her hair disheveled, had lost all her former elegance.

Like the ritual implement, the Listening to Rain Umbrella, fine cracks can be seen everywhere on each of its ribs.

As a top-tier third-order magic weapon, it is especially known for its defensive capabilities.

However, even with the output of divine techniques, they could not escape unscathed.

"Listen to the rain." Qingying hugged the magical artifact that had been with her for many years, her heart almost breaking.

"Buzz~" I heard the umbrella tremble slightly.

"Let's go, let's go!" Qingying said hurriedly, her trembling hands surging with divine power, which then raised another illusory oil-paper umbrella.

Fortunately, the tornadoes had passed, and the person and umbrella were blasted away from the edge of the inferno.

Just run away in the opposite direction.

So you just run away?
The figure flying in front of Qingying suddenly stopped.

"Crack!"

A thick bolt of lightning struck down from dozens of meters away.

That wasn't a bolt of lightning; it should be called a "waterfall of electricity"!
A hint of despair flashed across Qingying's eyes.

What followed was indeed a series of thick electric currents, completely irregular, continuously striking down in all directions.

Thunderous Formation-Breaking Order?!

The martial artist was engaged in a fierce battle with the Faceless Jade Venerable and had no time to pay attention to the lowly human race. Otherwise, the martial artist would have continued to use the Opera Soul Singing Technique.

Even so, this great battle of the gods will affect all living beings in this world.

The umbrella seemed to struggle gently, trying to open its canopy again to shield its owner's head.

But this time, Qingying hugged the umbrella tightly, protecting it in her arms.

Its umbrella ribs already have many cracks.

It can no longer withstand the onslaught of the electric current waterfall.

The Flower-Supporting Faction possesses a powerful ultimate move, the Heavenly Net Umbrella, which can unfurl an enormous oil-paper umbrella to shield against all attacks falling from the sky.

But
Qingying dared not act rashly again.

Not to mention whether the Heavenly Grade Heavenly Net Umbrella Can withstand the bombardment of Divine Grade Lightning.

Once she raises her protective umbrella, she will surely shelter a considerable area.

Lord Wusheng, you really could take her life!
Qingying plummeted to the ground and fled into the distance.

Is it possible to escape the range of the lightning strike?

do not know.

We should at least give it a try.

Next year my younger sister will be 17 years old and will be placed on the altar for worshipping the gods. She will then be accepted into the family by the family's ancestral hall.

As long as I'm still alive and serving Master Chenghua, my sister should be able to live a better life.

Once I die, my sister will have no value.

They might even incur the wrath of the gods.
No!

I can't die! I can't!

"Crack!!"

A massive waterfall of electricity crashed down.

Beside the waterfall, a human fleeing in a disheveled state was instantly blasted away.

Falling, tumbling.

The water-powered armor tore apart, and it groaned in pain.

The tiny human race is like a small boat tossed about in a stormy sea.

She was struggling to survive, desperately pleading for God's mercy.

They are also awaiting the judgment of fate.

"Snapped!"

Qingying braced herself on the ground with one hand, struggled to her feet, and darted forward.

But the loud sounds of the gods fighting came from the sky directly in front of us!
Qingying stopped in her tracks, her face ashen.

In battles between gods, the positions change constantly, and for the magnificent divine sculpture, the battle group hasn't moved very far at all.

But for the average person, that distance is measured in kilometers.

"Om~"

The umbrella vibrated again, as if reminding its owner of something.

The woman stood in the gray fog, listening to the thunderbolts striking from all directions and the sound of the wind rising again ahead.

Swiftly seizing the stronghold.

The camp was engulfed in flames.

Thunderous strikes shatter the formation.

Whether these command flags can harm the Faceless Jade Venerable is unclear.

But it is enough to erase the entirety of the lowly ants.

Life is about striving.

An unrealistic vision.

"Don't give up."

Suddenly, a young man's voice came from behind him.

His voice was deep and very gentle.

Qingying's mind went blank for a moment, and she felt dizzy, thinking she was hallucinating.

The next moment, she suddenly realized that an arm had wrapped around her waist.

"呲-"

The sound of mist being sprayed suddenly rang out.

Amidst layers of gray fog and fine lightning strikes, Qingying moved with incredible speed, her long, jet-black hair billowing wildly.

She didn't know where she was taken.

But she could hear the sounds of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning gradually fading away.

like a dream.

This made her hesitant to act rashly, for fear of shattering this unrealistic illusion.

The mysterious young man's gentle whispers resurfaced in my mind:
Don't give up.

Qingying suddenly felt a lump in her throat and her eyes reddened.

(End of this chapter)