The Old Gods

Chapter 962 The Edge of Heaven
"Whoo~~~"

The three faceless jade statues moved stiffly, and their jade robes were no longer as soft and flowing as before.

The intense cold air rushed towards them, forcing them to fly back dozens of meters, but they still managed to surround Qiao Wanjun in the center.

In the distance stood another disciple of the Sword Sect, Chen Jingjing, with a complex expression.

The vast sea was so insignificant that it could only watch from afar with trepidation, and was completely ignored by the faceless jade deities.

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

The eternally silent Faceless Jade Venerable clan has actually spoken.

Qiao Wanjun held the Longyuan Sword and looked at the huge white jade statue in front of her: "Hmm."

It's hard to imagine that two enemies facing each other with swords drawn would communicate so calmly on the battlefield.

"That pile of stones couldn't hold them back, so you've been brought back again?" A cold smile appeared on the lips of the Faceless Jade Venerable.

She picked up the side of the jade robe with one hand and gently brushed off the frost on it.

In front of Qiao Wanjun, the faceless jade statue became much more vivid, not only able to speak, but even able to laugh.

"Those stones treated you like that, yet you still refuse to wake up? You still want to be their slaves, to risk your life for them." The Faceless Jade Venerable looked at the human woman with her flowing robes.

Qiao Wanjun remained silent, but simply released the Longyuan Sword and grasped the Tianfeng Sword that flew out automatically.

The Faceless Jade Venerable looked at the human woman's behavior and nodded slightly: "It seems that even you cannot escape the inherent flaws of your race."

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Suddenly, Qiao Wanjun raised her hand, and as her sleeves fluttered, a string of flying swords pierced straight at the Faceless Jade Venerable.

The faceless jade vessel flew rapidly horizontally, while Qiao Wanjun darted around on her flying sword.

The speed is outrageously fast!

In the Great Xia God and Demon System, sword cultivators are among the fastest, and the scene presented at this moment clearly proves this point.

The Faceless Jade Venerable was flying fast enough, but it still couldn't stop Qiao Wanjun from getting close.

With a whoosh, the faceless jade lord flung his jade robe, which billowed out like a white wave.

"Buzz!" The longsword in Qiao Wanjun's hand suddenly hummed.

In the next instant, man and sword became one!

Qiao Wanjun and the second-tier divine weapon, the Heavenly Edge Sword, transformed together into an extremely thin and bright pure white ray of light, dazzling and radiant.

It was like a ray of sunlight suddenly shining through a thick sea of ​​clouds.

The enormous, beautiful head of the faceless jade deity suddenly tilted to the side!
It wasn't dodging, it was being injured!

A ray of sunlight pierced into her left temple and emerged from her right temple, eventually transforming into a female swordswoman wielding a long sword.

The Heavenly Edge Sword's First Divine Weapon Domain: Heavenly Edge!

It's clear that this field possesses unimaginable penetrating power, seemingly able to ignore the enemy's physical defenses and directly cause true damage.

After all, what the Faceless Jade Venerable is most proud of is his physical strength.

Whether it's strength, speed, agility, or physical defense, it's completely outclassed in the face of all those demonic minions!

But it was all undone by Qiao Wanjun's sword.
"Crack! Click!"

A beautiful head, with cracks rapidly spreading across it.

On his deathbed, the Faceless Jade Venerable remained elegant, smiling as he watched the human woman's retreating figure, uttering two words:

"servility."

The jade vessel's head shattered completely, and the headless jade sculpture fell straight down.

Qiao Wanjun remained indifferent, as if she hadn't heard the Faceless Jade Venerable judging the inferior nature of the human race. She also ignored the falling corpses behind her, turning her gaze to the second Jade Venerable.

"Where do you get your hope?"

The faceless jade lord glanced at the Heavenly Edge Sword, then his gaze met Qiao Wanjun's.

Chen Jingjing, who was watching the battle from a distance, knew that Peak Master Qiao was powerful, but at this moment, she was still shocked by the Peak Master's terrifying methods.

The Jade Emperor's sudden question also took her somewhat by surprise.

Chen Jingjing sadly discovered that her strength was not up to par with the intensity of the Heavenly Battlefield, and her mental awareness was also unable to keep up with this level.

hope?

Where did this saying come from?

Qiao Wanjun picked up the trembling Tianfeng Sword. Dozens of flying swords behind her changed direction, flew past her side, and scattered towards the Faceless Jade Venerable.

"Whoosh~"

Jade robes covered the sky and earth, sending countless long swords flying.

Another ray of sunlight burst forth!
It struck first despite being behind, disappearing into the dense array of longswords, piercing through the layers of jade robes, and aimed straight at the brow of the faceless jade deity.

“These days, that pile of stones has been in a miserable state, constantly breaking apart, with new stones emerging one after another. I suppose it has something to do with you?”

The last faceless jade deity spoke, unmoved by the death of his companion.

"Buzz!"

The vibrations of the Heavenly Edge Sword grew increasingly intense.

Qiao Wanjun turned her head, her expression still cold, radiating an extremely cold aura, and looked at the remaining enemy.

The faceless Jade Venerable could not discern the slightest clue, nor could he sense the human woman's emotional fluctuations. He spoke, "If you regard them as your hope, you are being far too naive."

"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"

Dozens of flying swords, following their master's will, turned their blades again and pierced the enemy.

"Do you think those new stones are different from the old ones?" "Aren't you a new stone too?" Qiao Wanjun finally spoke.

"Heh." The Faceless Jade Venerable suddenly laughed, raising his hand to grab his own neck. "Remember, human, my promise to you will always stand."

Qiao Wanjun's eyes were icy cold as she once again became one with her sword.

Surprisingly, the Faceless Jade Venerable managed to crush his own neck before a ray of sunlight arrived.

"Om!!"

The extremely thin ray of light had just transformed into a person and a sword when the longsword trembled violently, seemingly dissatisfied or expressing anger.

"Shh," Qiao Wanjun commanded, urging everyone to be quiet.

The Heavenly Edge Sword immediately quieted down.

“She sees what we’re up to and won’t let us have our way.” Qiao Wanjun slowly closed her eyes and advised, “Maintain the current state.”

Sometimes, it's not a matter of insufficient ability, shallow understanding, or weak will.

It's just that the divine weapon has been covered in dust for too long.

However, the master of the divine weapon suffered persecution and could only endure in silence.

Qiao Wanjun, as the master of divine weapons standing at the pinnacle of the human race, infinitely raises the growth limit of the divine weapons in her hands.

As the shackles on her body were removed one by one, and she once again picked up her three-foot-long sword and returned to the celestial realm...
The fire in my heart

It burned much more fiercely than the last time.

There is one word that the faceless jade vessel used correctly—hope.

Last time in the Heavenly Realm, she endured humiliation and hardship, suffering suppression from gods and demons while also having to serve them, all in the hope of defeating the external enemy.

No matter how much gods and demons wreak havoc on the human world, or how ruthless and cruel their methods, they are essentially exploiting resources, not trying to cause the extinction of the human race.

On the contrary, the gods and demons need the human race to continue, and want the home on which people depend for survival to continue to exist.

The faceless jade vessel is completely different.

Ultimately, gods and demons are still what this world relies on, so Qiao Wanjun had no choice.

It's different now.

Gods and demons can die.

He led the warriors of the Burning Gate and the disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect, carving out another path.

【Master? Do you have time now?】

[Say it. 】

[Ranran is about to take action against Beifeng Shenshan. I hope you can talk to Jianyi. I don't ask for anything else, just that he remain inactive.]

【Hmm.】 Qiao Wanjun picked up the constantly buzzing Tianfeng Sword and flew north.

Meanwhile, south of Beifengshenshan, the sky was shrouded in dark clouds.

Lu Ran carefully observed the movements of the sacred mountain and transmitted his voice to his soldiers: "[Yin Li Hu is a restless individual, and he's out of sync with the overall combat system of the Northern Wind Sacred Mountain.]"

Jiang Ruyi pondered, "We can use the same tactic again to lure Yin Lihu away and execute him alone. Yin Tianjiang has already succeeded twice."

Lu Ran only heard the first few sentences before his attention was drawn to the battle situation.

The third heaven was already dark, but to the east of the North Wind God Mountain, an extremely dark area suddenly appeared.

Evil winds rose from all directions within the domain, and each wisp of wind carried an incredibly terrifying tearing force.

Its sharpness is comparable to that of the claws of a malevolent tiger!
Within the area of ​​extreme darkness, both friend and foe were torn to pieces by gusts of demonic wind, with limbs and pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground.

It was extremely cruel and bloody!
Lu Ran knew that this was the Yin Li Hu clan's ultimate move, Yin Wind Like a Prison!

Once activated, this method will devour all surrounding light, plunging an area into absolute darkness.

The true form of the Yin Li Tiger will shatter into wisps of Yin wind.

The eerie winds within the prison can be as gentle as ordinary waves, sensing all things; or as fierce and swift as sword energy, slaughtering all living beings.

Every gust of cold wind is a malevolent tiger, yet none of them are.

The sinister wind will not dissipate, and the sinister tiger will not be extinguished!
Faced with such a powerful attack, the best course of action is to escape. If you insist on enduring it in prison, well, I admire your courage.

Lu Ran didn't care about being a man or a woman; he just wanted to unleash a Silence Domain.

I'm really curious to know if the Yin Li Hu (the true form of the Yin Li Hu) will survive.

After all, these wisps of yin wind were all scattered by the Yin Li Tiger. If they could be imprisoned, wouldn't the Yin Li Tiger be unable to piece itself back together?
Hmm, this seems to have some merit?
Should we go back and summon a malevolent tiger minion to test it out?
"Hmm?" As Lu Ran pondered, he suddenly noticed a little guy escaping from the dark realm.

That's a human?

On the battlefield of the Heavenly Realm, the number of human believers was already small, and almost all of them carried out missions in the First Heaven, with very few venturing into the Second or Third Heaven.

It seems the battlefield situation has changed, and the gods and demons have summoned their followers here.

The man was dressed in a neat white outfit. He was short and thin, with a chiseled face, unusually messy hair, and sharp, hawk-like eyes.

Lu Ran suddenly remembered someone!

A powerful ruler who once dominated the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm, but later became a "ghost in the cultivation" and slaughtered half of the sect.

Wang Hanchuan, the master of Daoji Peak?
Lu Ran had never met Peak Master Wang, but he knew that this person had some distinctive features:
He is relatively short, about 1.5 meters tall.

Lu Ran observed carefully, and when he saw the thin man using the North Wind Divine Technique, he became even more certain of his guess and immediately reported the situation to his soldiers.

Others didn't react much, but the Nightmare and Shadow factions perked up.

Back then, when Yan Shuangzi suffered endless torment, was forced to tear up the divine contract, had her arms cut off, her eyes gouged out, and was imprisoned in jail, Wang Hanchuan was serving as the peak master!
Wang Hanchuan did not personally commit any harm, but the atmosphere at Blade Ridge Peak was top-down.

"Life is truly unpredictable," Lu Ran murmured to himself.

Who could have imagined that the blind dog from back then would now be a god, coming to shatter the north wind?
(End of this chapter)