The Old Gods

Chapter 965 First-Class Divine Monk

"hehe."

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Wang Hanchuan's chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

As a powerful being in the Heavenly Realm, his physical strength was naturally quite outstanding. The reason he was panting so heavily was because he had experienced one life-or-death crisis after another.

Fear, dread, lingering fear.
Those 270-280 meter tall divine and evil sculptures are already enormous to the tiny human race.

The ancient ferocious beasts that blot out the sky on the sacred mountain inspire even more despair.

The absolute difference in size was a direct blow to the soul, making human believers and demon minions unable to muster the courage to resist.

When gods and demons clash, the divine and evil spells they unleash strike directly at the physical body!

It really can crush people!

Even if the gods' attack wasn't aimed at Wang Hanchuan, but only unintentionally affected him, it was enough to make him hover on the brink of death.

If he hadn't worshipped the North Wind, if he had been a little slower in reaction or movement, he would have died countless times already.

With a whoosh, Wang Hanchuan flew rapidly, surrounded by waves of wind, trying to get away from the battle.

He finally flew out!
But
Wang Hanchuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turned pale, and he turned to look behind him.

The disciples of the North Wind Sect are exceptionally sensitive to the wind element, and this proved to be no illusion.

Behind me was indeed a colossal statue of a goddess, flying rapidly amidst falling plum blossoms, leaving behind a series of breathtaking afterimages in the air.

"Gulp." Wang Hanchuan swallowed.

He didn't think he deserved to be hunted down by a god, but the god's eyes seemed to be locked on him.

Closer, even closer
Wang Hanchuan immediately plummeted diagonally downwards, still clinging to a last glimmer of hope that the deity's target was someone else, and that their paths just happened to overlap with his own.

He tried his best to fall, not daring to block the path of the god, but a long sword had already come down.

To be precise, it was slapped down horizontally with the sword.

"Ah!" Wang Hanchuan screamed in agony.

With a muffled thud, he crashed heavily into the sea of ​​fog, sending shockwaves ripples outwards and pushing the thick fog in all directions.

The tiny human figure was revealed, having fallen sideways to the ground.

Wang Hanchuan paid no heed to the pain; in his vision, the enormous stone sculpture had already crashed down.

"Ahhhhh!" Wang Hanchuan clutched his head with both hands, curled up, and screamed in despair.

"Boom!"

Wang Hanchuan was terrified. The stone foot he stepped on made a deafening sound that shattered his eardrums.

Leng Xuanshuang's expression was icy as she turned to look at the distant battlefield.

The North Wind Mountain has collapsed, and dozens of kilometers to the east, a white fog blankets the area.

At the edge of the thick fog, Jiang Ruyi held out her hand in a daze. Although her fingertips were empty, the Xuan Shuang guard knew that the lady must be supporting the weak sect leader.

Because right beside the lady, energy was constantly churning and piecing together stone sculptures.

Mountain King, Black Lotus, Ice Butterfly, War Horn.
A group of stone sculptures rushed into the fog one after another, presumably under the command of the sect leader, to devour the corresponding divine souls and seize divine positions.

Leng Xuanshuang bent down, and the giant stone hand gently parted the sea of ​​mist, revealing the trembling creatures within.

She pinched the tiny human between two fingers, and amidst the falling plum blossoms, rushed towards the battlefield.

From afar, she heard the lady's words: "Aren't you going to send more helpers to Nightmare?"

“That’s fine, but we only have one chance. If we send too many soldiers, I’m afraid she’ll have regrets.” Lu Ran’s phoenix eyes pierced through the mist as he gazed at the northwest sky.

At this moment, Deng Yuxiang blocked the way for Beifeng.

Yan Shuangzi then flashed into the high sky, blocking the north wind's retreat.

These two best friends were both followers of the North Wind Sect, and they had both devoutly worshipped and paid homage to Lord North Wind.

The more devout one's faith, the deeper the hatred when the lie is exposed!

"Sect Master, Madam." Xuan Shuang's guards rushed over, bringing the little doll with them.

Lu Ran immediately summoned the Fiery Phoenix Pattern Gourd: "Peak Master Wang, behave yourself if you don't want to die."

Wang Hanchuan trembled, not knowing who was speaking, only feeling a suction force.

As Leng Xuanshuang released her fingertips, Wang Hanchuan's figure shrank continuously until he finally entered the gourd.

Lu Ran examined the situation within the mist, then his eyes suddenly narrowed: "Ruyi, go to Huangfu Tianjiang's side and collect Ye Mei's soul first."

This is a real treasure; it must be carefully kept by the Great Nightmare.

That being said, Huangfu Zhao is truly amazing, isn't he?
He dominated Nightshade the entire time in a one-on-one fight!
Well, after all, he is a master with two divine positions. He has a complete set of techniques from the Dongting and Ziting Mopeng schools. Ye Mei's most proud aspects, speed and high-altitude combat, were ruthlessly crushed by Huangfu Zhao.

"Whoo~"

Jiang Ruyi, dressed in a fluttering phoenix robe, flew north towards the sacred mountain.

At that time, Huangfu Tianjiang had already broken out of the fog, and was still holding a thin and long knife in his hand.

This also shows that there is a qualitative difference between the Burning Gate warriors and the God and Demon faction!
When the gods and demons saw the primordial energy, they naturally devoured it, wishing they could enjoy the resources all to themselves, while the warriors of the Burning Gate were afraid of getting even a trace of their souls tainted.

“Madam.” Huangfu Zhao turned his head and presented the divine weapon with one hand. “This is Ye Mei’s divine weapon. I’m sorry, it’s somewhat damaged.”

The slender blade, gleaming with a cold light, was indeed somewhat damaged, but not to the point of breaking or the weapon's spirit dying.

If it is properly nourished by the spirit of the Holy Spirit, it should be able to be repaired.

"Go help Emperor Fengtian." Jiang Ruyi took the Night Demon Blade and, guided by Lu Ran, flew into the mist.

Huangfu Zhao took flight and discovered that the ancient ferocious beast had vanished.

Instead, there is a majestic female monk!
Now the sacred mountain has been breached, leaving only the North Wind and the Mountain Lord to stubbornly resist.

If Bai Rao continues to drive the White Scale Immortal Python, it might affect the soul-devouring ability of the stone statues of the Burning Gate, and she might even accidentally crush them.
With that, the White-Scaled Celestial Python vanished without a trace, transforming back into the Wind-Swept Stone Sculpture.

Bai Raoxie trembled again, abruptly changing its appearance.

The once alluring and charming middle-aged woman with her long hair piled high suddenly transformed into a dashing and valiant young woman with short, neat hair.

From appearance to temperament, from posture to aura
A player was replaced in a second!
The Fengrao Stone Sculpture perfectly embodies the concept of "divine and demonic origins, two sides of the same coin".

"Roar!!"

The mountain tiger fought and retreated, its roars shaking heaven and earth.

"You beast, don't run away!" He Qifeng, his body surging with golden waves, fearlessly charged forward, undeterred by any mental attacks.

When it comes to words like mighty and brave, the Mountain Lord, the leader of the Eight Great Heavenly Demons, should be the best among them.

Outstanding talent?

The Heavenly Emperor of Wind has something to say!
She appeared with three heads and six arms, wielding a nine-ringed golden staff, a black and yellow cudgel, and an emperor's sword, and riding on three thousand ripple shoes, causing the leader of the heavenly demons to retreat in defeat.

"Roar!" As the mountain lord retreated, its tiger claws swung fiercely forward.

A golden tiger, pieced together from divine power, roared and charged forward.

Mountain Lord's Divine Magic - Tiger Descending the Mountain!

"Hiss!" The dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

He Qifeng showed no intention of dodging and kicked forward directly. The golden dragon, pieced together from divine power, roared and charged forward as well.

Monk's Divine Technique: Soaring Dragon!

"Rumble"

The dragon and the tiger collided with a deafening roar, and a terrifying golden shockwave surged out amidst the violent explosion.

The Wind Emperor is truly fierce and powerful!
Undeterred, she activated her protective golden body just before rushing into the blast wave.

The moment the female monk, clad in gleaming gold, burst out of the blast wave, the two—one human, one tiger—stared at each other.

The mountain lord was furious, while He Qifeng frowned slightly.

Because a streak of purple lightning, stretching across the battlefield, was rapidly approaching from the far distance.

"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"

In the duel between the First-Class Divine Monk and the leader of the Eight Demons, one of the newly promoted heroes from all directions, somewhat ignorant of the rules, came to interfere.

The mountain tiger instinctively dodged and leaped into the air.

The scene was like a cat suddenly discovering a cucumber behind it.
Catapult launch!

He let the purple lightning pass through his abdomen.

The mountain king has three treasures!
Earth-遁术 (Escape Technique), 搬山力 (Move Mountain Power), 神行体 (Divine Speed ​​Body).

On the battlefield in the heavens, the Mountain Lord had nowhere to hide, for beneath his feet lay a thick layer of clouds.

The mountain-moving power was not displayed either, the enemy's offensive was too fierce and the momentum too strong, and the two sides had not yet truly engaged in close combat.

The Divine Body, while the Mountain Lord has been operating continuously.

This method, like the Evil Dog Technique: Evil Agility, can make the mountain lord exceptionally agile and swift, granting it ultimate control over its body.

Even with Huangfu Zhao's incredible speed, it still managed to evade the attack, which gives you an idea of ​​how powerful this technique is.

It was precisely because the Mountain Lord possessed many powerful divine abilities that Lu Ran kept the Mountain Lord stone sculpture in the garden for his own use and did not hand it over to Yin Yan.

At this moment, the mountain lord stone sculpture belonging to Lu Ran is devouring the soul of the evil god Yin Li Hu.

From now on, it will remain in the sculpture park, providing techniques solely for Lu Ran.

"Drink!!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out!

The god, Shan Jun, who had been leaping into the air, suddenly felt dizzy.

Who is Huangfu Zhao?

The enemy did indeed evade his charge, but the moment he passed beneath the mountain king's belly, he raised his head and let out a battle roar.

"Ah~!" He Qifeng exclaimed.

Despite her dissatisfaction, this was not her one-on-one battleground.

The Lord of the Burning Gate needs an outcome, and the False God Yin Yan is still waiting to devour the Mountain Lord's soul and obtain a divine position.

"Da~"

He Qifeng lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the Three Thousand Ripples Shoes spread out a circle of golden ripples, helping its master to accelerate and pierce the sky.

She split her legs wide and, wielding a staff in both hands, slammed it down heavily on the tiger's head, golden light bursting from the staff tip.

Monk's Divine Technique: Shattering Gold Wind!
"Boom!"

Golden energy exploded, tearing open the tiger's head with cracks, and the tiger's body crashed diagonally into the sea of ​​mist below.

He Qifeng stepped into the air, and ripples rose again.

The moment she thrust downwards, the third-tier divine weapon, the Xuanhuang Staff, in her hand suddenly grew incredibly long, with golden light emanating from its tip, and she once again struck the tiger's head with pinpoint accuracy.

An explosion followed.

He Qifeng's guardian golden body flashed by, opening and closing repeatedly, as he single-handedly pierced through the blast wave and struck the tiger's head with his staff.

"Crack!!"

The tiger's enormous head exploded with a deafening roar.

Just one bout of dizziness!
He Qifeng was given only one chance, and in a very short time, Shan Jun was hit by the stick three times in a row.

Each strike to the tiger's head shatters gold like a whirlwind!
"It's you! It's actually you?!"

Suddenly, a startled and angry voice came from the northwest sky.

Huangfu Zhao stopped abruptly. He had been watching Feng Tiandi shine brightly, but now he immediately turned his head to look up at the sky.

There is one last battlefield there.

Both sides were somewhat disheveled in the battle. Beifeng was gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, staring in utter shock at the northwest.

A terrifying tornado connected heaven and earth.

The woman in the straw raincoat who emerged from the tornado was covered by a golden-red defensive shield, which was clearly a divine technique from the Lantern School, and of divine quality at that.

However, at this moment, the north wind no longer cared about finding the "lanterns" that were in the way.

Because the straw hat worn by the woman in the raincoat was blown off by the storm, her long, stone-like hair was flowing horizontally, a truly beautiful sight.

Even though it is a dark stone sculpture, her bright and beautiful appearance cannot be concealed.

The woman's face was clearly visible in Beifeng's eyes, awakening a memory deep within him.
(End of this chapter)