The Old Gods

Chapter 955 Killing a First-Class God!

The fall of Dongting dealt a heavy blow to Thunder Mountain.

Even though countless Purple Thunder Orchids still bloom on the eastern front, and the Eastern Thunder and Purple Thunder Demon Roc minions still fight in the sky, the decline is inevitable.

Fortunately, the fifth-rank evil god, Zi Tinglan, who had been buried by the sacred mountain, reappeared on the battlefield; fortunately, the second-rank evil god, Zi Tingmopeng, was still bombarding the area.

It wouldn't be something the Faceless Jade Venerable could do in a short time if he wanted to break through the defensive line.

The monks did not help defend the front lines.

At this moment, he was more than 30 kilometers south of the sacred mountain, surrounded by a mist.

Enjoy the rich atmosphere of the Holy Spirit all to yourself.

A few minutes ago, Zi Ting Mo Peng tried to get a share of the pie, but was kicked away by the monk.

In the battle just now, he had been in "Fighting Golden Monk" mode the whole time, which consumed a lot of his energy, and he needed to replenish it.

This reason is a convenient fig leaf.

Putting aside the aspect of consumption, even the highest deities would probably be unwilling to share resources with others.

So what if Zi Ting Mo Peng is a second-class evil god?

They're nothing but beasts.

Moreover, although the primordial energy emanating from Dongting's broken remains seemed to cover a vast area and be extremely large, after being absorbed by the martial monks, the amount that could actually be converted into their own was not much.

For this reason, monks are very careful and meticulous when absorbing energy.

Unbeknownst to the monk, the human scoundrels he had just defeated and who had fled in disarray had returned once again.

Does the Burning Gate dare to come back again?

Of course I dare!
Some soldiers did it for their families, some because of hatred in their hearts, and a considerable number of soldiers simply followed the Lord of the Burning Gate.

As long as Lu Ran wants to come.

I'd risk my life to accompany you through thick and thin!

[The monk is in the mist.] Lu Ran gazed at the misty area, watching the god who was eating alone within it.

"I saw it," Yan Shuangzi replied.

She couldn't see through the fog, but at this point in time, the monks had absorbed a lot of energy, and the fog had thinned considerably.

If the monks had arrived any later, they might have already absorbed all the energy and left.

"I'll head north of the monks in a bit and activate the Silence Domain." Lu Ran roughly estimated the distance and flew forward. "As planned, listen to my countdown."

【Yes!】 Yan Shuangzi placed her hands on Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing's shoulders respectively.

This time, the Shadow Squad changed its members and no longer used Rainbow God General.

Once their strength reaches the Divine Realm, the physical attributes of all the soldiers are greatly guaranteed.

However, it is inevitable that different gods and demons will have different attributes.

Putting aside all divine and evil magic, and simply comparing physical attributes: Leng Tianxing, who inherited the position of Star Official - Flashing Star Demon God, is more powerful than He Yingcai, who inherited the position of Bihe - Thread-Shadow God.

A clearer example is: Si Xianxian is unparalleled in terms of strength!

Don't let her slender figure fool you; most male statues pale in comparison.

Forget about gender; even beast-like deities would probably have to admit defeat before the Great Mad Immortal.

Because Si Xianxian possesses the divine position of the Angry Sea Flame Dragon!
The reason why the Mad Immortal Guardian was not by the side of the Evil Shadow Guardian was because her divine position was not complete and her physical attributes had not grown to their limit.

"Whoo~"

Lu Ran slowly flew down, picked up the gourd with the phoenix pattern, and arrived at a location about two or three kilometers south of the martial monks.

The tiny human knelt on the ground, his figure completely swallowed by the thick sea of ​​fog. He held the magic gourd in one hand and quietly pressed it to the ground.

[Blazing Phoenix, the moment I teleported away, you vomited those people out.]

"Buzz~" The little phoenix trembled gently.

"Good boy." Lu Ran ran his thumb along the golden phoenix pattern, gripped the Silent Night Blade tightly in his other hand, and transmitted his voice to all the soldiers of the Burning Gate, "Everyone, get ready, listen to my countdown!"

The monk has almost exhausted the Holy Spirit energy; we must act quickly.

Nobody knows where the monks will go next or what they will do next.

[32. Make your move!] Lu Ran's figure flashed, traversing several kilometers, and arrived directly three or four kilometers north of the martial monks.

"Om!!"

The Silent Night Blade trembled violently.

The blade hummed, but the divine weapon domain it unleashed was completely silent.

In an instant, the monk trembled, keenly sensing that something was wrong.

"Shu~"

The Evil Shadow Guardian entered the arena with Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing.

They still appeared behind the monks, still in a semi-encircling formation.

"Huh?" The monk's eyes widened, and he suddenly tilted his head back, using the back of his head to bump into the thug behind him. At the same time, he leaped up and kicked his legs hard to the sides.

It's not just about kicking!

Because Tu Feng and Leng Tianxing were too close to the martial monk, the god's first move was actually a knee raise and a knee thrust!
Everyone reacts differently when faced with unexpected situations.

Some people instinctively dodge, some will defend, and some will attack.

The same is true for gods.

The monk's own nature, fighting habits, and everything else determined that his first reaction would not be to break out of the encirclement, but to fight three against one!

For a moment, muffled thuds could be heard incessantly.

Leng Tianxing was hit in the groin with a knee, followed seamlessly by a kick to the abdomen. Before he could even react, he staggered back several steps with a series of thuds.

Yan Shuangzi braced her arms against the monk's head, took two steps back, and then hurriedly reached forward to grab him.

Only Tu Feng!

As a disciple of the martial monk school, his martial arts skills are unparalleled!
Tu Feng decisively gave up on grabbing the monk's arm, dodged the knee strike to the side, and just as the monk sprang his leg, he grabbed the deity's calf.

"You wicked disciple!" The monk immediately recognized who it was.

Of the three who launched the sneak attack, only his former disciple was able to barely complete the plan!
Without hesitation, the monk grabbed his right leg and pressed down hard, while simultaneously thrusting his right elbow forward.

"Boom!!"

Tu Feng had no intention of learning from him and completely gave up dodging, letting the other party's elbow strike him hard on the side of his head.

This is a great martial monk!

beat!
Beat them hard!
Regardless, Tu Feng clung to the monk's right leg, refusing to let go.

"Shut up!" A sinister female voice came from behind, its ferocity astonishing.

Yan Shuangzi was both shocked and angry. If Tu Feng hadn't been there, the martial monk might have been able to defeat the three of them in one fell swoop.

Tu Feng's reckless persistence resulted in Yan Shuangzi lunging forward, grabbing the monk's waist while simultaneously conjuring a teleportation array above her head. Two or three kilometers away, the phoenix-patterned gourd hidden in the thick fog had already emitted numerous figures.

Elder Lu Yuan was among them.

Logically speaking, a mere two or three kilometers is just a few steps away from a statue that is often two or three hundred meters long.

Even at this short distance, Lu Yuan chose to teleport Wuya and Leng Tianyue there.

"you!!"

The monk was held tightly by Tu Feng's right leg, and then Yan Shuangzi pounced on him, causing him to stumble forward.

At the same time, Wuya and Leng Tianyue, who had been teleported in, and Leng Tianxing, who had gained a foothold, all rushed towards the martial monk.

"Ah! Ahhh!"

The monk roared angrily, his rage uncontrollable.

"I'll tell you to shut up!" With her companion joining in, Yan Shuangzi decisively changed her tactics.

She straightened up, gripped the monk's neck tightly with her arms, and quickly hooked her arms up to form a "rear naked choke" position.

The stone statue of the martial monk would not be strangled unconscious, nor would it be easy for its neck to be broken.

Yan Shuangzi made this movement to stabilize the monk's head!

As the saying goes, even a novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches.

The five Burning Gate warriors who were entangled with the monk were all fully-fledged gods with explosive physical attributes!
No matter how powerful the monk is, he is only a "single god". How can he withstand five stone statues grabbing his legs, arms and neck?

Meanwhile, several more soldiers emerged from the phoenix-patterned gourd, located two or three kilometers to the south of the warrior monks.

"Den!"

The bowstring vibrated.

The Goddess of the Luo River, her body ablaze with a fire capable of killing beyond her level, held the Golden Bow, from which a string of water-flowing arrows shot forth.

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

A whooshing sound came from the air.

The Great Nightmare was also engulfed in flames as it unleashed a series of Night Phantom Blades, slicing across a distance of two to three thousand meters before precisely piercing the monk's face.

The monk, who was being held up by the five warriors of the Burning Gate, was still unable to perform any magic and therefore could not activate his golden body.

All things considered, the silence lasted for far more than three or four seconds!
Because at this time,

Far away on the sacred mountain of Rouge Paper, a stunningly beautiful woman, draped in a wide, flowing robe, was smiling gently with her head bowed.

The exquisite phoenix crown she wore made a clear and melodious sound.

Through an invisible bond of unity, the immense energy within the goddess's body is at the mercy of someone.

"唳~~~"

A faint bird call drifted from the distant horizon.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

"Lord Yanzhi." Qin Yanzhi, concealing his presence, stood behind Yanzhi. "Madam Ranmen requests your presence."

As a false god, Qin Shenjiang worships the Evil Shadow Protector.

"Hmm," the paper doll responded faintly.

A red spider lily suddenly bloomed, and the goddess statue that stood on the sacred mountain disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, in the Thunder God Mountain area.

Yan Chou was located to the northeast of the warrior monks' battle group, looking up at the rapidly approaching second-class evil god, Purple Thunder Demon Roc, with a teleportation array above his head.

"call!!"

The sea of ​​fog surges, and an evil god descends.

The paper-paper figure looked up at the sky and saw the Purple Thunder Demon Roc unleashing countless lightning birds, bombarding everything in its path as it fiercely attacked.

Her expression remained unchanged; she simply raised her hand slightly and reached towards the sky.

"Whoosh~~~"

Red sleeves cover the sky, staining the heavens.

Countless lightning birds crackled and roared as they came on strong, but then vanished without a trace, all swept away by the bright red sleeves.

Without causing any explosive damage, it obediently transformed into pure energy to replenish the paper doll itself.

Rouge Paper Evil Technique: Rouge Paper Sleeves!
"Screech! Screech~~~" The Purple Thunder Demon Roc suddenly cried out in alarm, feeling its body out of control, and its flapping stone wings were bent.

In the other hand of the paper figure, which was hanging down naturally, a paper effigy had been picked up at some point.

She glanced at the Purple Thunder Demon Roc gently, her hand slowly clenching.

The Purple Thunder Demon Roc let out another shrill cry and suddenly plummeted downwards.

Yan Chou, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly moved around, adjusted his position, and shot a sea-piercing flame upwards.

The Purple Thunder Demon Roc is not allowed to land.

"Crack! Crack!" The Purple Thunder Demon Roc was clearly covered in a lightning shell, but it was useless. Its huge wings kept bending and its stone body gradually shrank.

It was as if an invisible hand was grasping the massive stone sculpture of the Demon Roc and kneading it into a ball little by little.

"You wretched child! You wretched child!!"

From afar behind, came the angry roar of a martial monk.

The paper doll did not turn around, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

The monk who had been strangled was now wide-eyed and his stone face was covered with cracks as he watched another round of swords and arrows come at him.

"Ding! Ding!"

The wind blade struck again, piercing the stone surface fiercely.

The arrow arrived quickly, striking the monk precisely between the eyebrows.

"Snap! Snap!"

The monk's limbs were bound, and his head was secured with a naked choke, as he faced the constant thrusts of swords and arrows head-on.

The stone face is riddled with holes and covered with dense cracks.

Until a sharp wind blade pierced through the monk's skull, grazing past Yan Shuangzi's ear.
From afar, Lu Ran witnessed this scene.

He held his swords upright in front of him with both hands, floating alone in mid-air, watching as one wind blade after another pierced through the monk's shattered skull and rapidly swept across the battlefield.

A first-class god?

Ha, that's pretty impressive.
I'm going to kill you, a first-class god!

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