Ascension

"Wu Xuezhu, God's death will only last two hundred years. If you have any backup plans, let's use them together."

In the ancestral land of the blood witches, blood rains, blood springs gurgling, dark red blood symbols are intertwined everywhere, and the fragrant blood fragrance wraps around the tip of the nose.

Amidst such great mystery and great changes, there is a Sun God Bridge emitting bright golden light, as if crossing from the other side of the other shore.

The Light Witch God was standing on the bridge, with his hands behind his back, his face covered with wrinkles and vicissitudes of life, looking calm and calm.

He didn't really speak, but his loud spiritual voice spread effortlessly throughout the entire blood witch ancestral land.

Wu Xuebi, Wu Xueyu, Wu Xuewan...

As for Wu Xuelu, who was in a dying state, the witches bit their lips tightly. There was no fear in their eyes, only the anger of eating his flesh and breaking his bones.

This is the former residence of the gods and the place of inheritance left by the ancestors of the blood witches!

They were incubated here, grew up here, year after year, generation after generation, still holding high mountains of respect, burning incense and worshiping, offering wine and blood, and it was unclear.

However, the Light Witch God just broke in.

He regards the laws here as scrap metal. When the divine light shines on them, the temple collapses and the temple melts. Everything falls apart, shatters and separates.

How can one remain silent and endure such humiliation?

With such despair, how can we not be filled with sorrow and have hundreds of claws scratching our hearts?

"Sister Yu, even if you try your best to blow yourself up, you can't let the ancestor Wu's body be insulted!"

Wu Xuebi, who had withered hair, struggled to get up.

Wu Xueyu was obviously glaring and gnashing his teeth, but she held Wu Xuebi down with a trace of sadness on her face:
"What's the point of going there, shaking the trees with mayflies or fighting with eggs and rocks?"

"This is not an enemy we can defeat. Even a false god like Wu Yundie cannot withstand a ray of his power. The gap between the true god and the false god is, as the ancestor Wu said, as big as Xumi and unreachable. ”

"But...are we just waiting to die like this?"

Wu Xueying said sadly:

"Under the ancestral land, there are still young goddesses and millions of people of the abyss."

"Are we going to watch helplessly as the Dark Lantern Abyss, which the ancestor Wu devoted his whole life to guarding, becomes a delicious food, a toy for venting, and a prey for fooling these foreign invaders?"

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm so unwilling to give in!"

"Give us some more time, if we can wait until Sister Lu is promoted to a false god, and then inherit the godhead from the witch ancestor."

"Our family will continue to serve as the guardians of the Dark Lantern Abyss. We will definitely be able to frighten those outsiders, continue the glory of the Blood Witch God, and create an immortal era!"

"Wow—"

Divine light descended from the sky, and the Light Witch God arrived at the Blood Flower Path.

She lowered her head and looked down at the group of creatures hiding under the barrier of the blood sea. She sighed softly and said with emotion and pity:
"The realm of false gods is not as easy as you think."

"Of course, there is no doubt that the God of Blood Witch has fallen. There will indeed be pseudo-gods who are hiding in seclusion and are willing to rush to the underworld at all costs, desperately looking for an opportunity to become a god."

"But with me and the Clown Emperor here, they have no right to eat meat."

"This godhead belonging to the Blood Witch God will be held in the hands of my lineage of Light Witches today. In time, the second Light Witch God will burn with blazing light and soar into the sea of ​​clouds to become a god..."

"Wu Guangyan, you are really impatient."

Just when the face of the Light Witch God was still filled with emotion, a shadow of Cangling's blood emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood.

In an instant, scarlet blood flowers bloomed in clusters, and tens of thousands of muzzles flashed with red beams of destruction, aiming at the head of the Light Witch God from all directions.

"In your state, if the god descends the underworld lantern, it will probably hurt the original soul, right?"

"Aren't you worried that you will force your way into the forbidden area, fight with the back-up force I left behind, accidentally break your sword, and never return to the sea of ​​clouds?"

The unrecognizable blood shadow was shaped like an enlarged blood-red cloth bag, surrounded by a monstrous cold, revealing its murderous intent.

The Blood Witch Goddess immediately held her breath and clenched her staff tightly with both hands to cover up her inner excitement and excitement.

"can you do it?"

The Light Witch God smiled, and his smile was like a spring breeze, reflecting the absolute confidence swarming under his eyes:
"Since becoming a god, have you ever spent any era safely?"

"How much price did you pay for the catastrophe that ended the universe? How much price did you have to pay to stay alive and beg for nothing?"

"To be honest, you did not perish in the first era of the new universe, but persisted until the second era, which is beyond my expectations."

"You are in a far worse state than I am. How much stronger can you leave behind?"

"Try?"

The blood-red cloth bag was turned over, and a beautiful humanoid witch with fair skin and blood-colored pupils like blood agate opened her arms as if embracing the whole world:
"If you dare to destroy my tribe, I will make sure you don't live longer than a hundred years."

"In the end, even if you gain godhood, before your clan's new god is born, your life span will be exhausted and you will rot and die, and you will still not see the day when the two gods merge."

"Bang bang bang!!"

The bloody machine gun suddenly pulled the trigger.

The violent plasma bullets poured down like rain and thundered like lightning.

The Light Witch God, whose divine body was completely locked, suddenly transformed into the sun, supporting the divine light of a hundred thousand feet of blazing sun.

Compared to Him, not to mention humans, even the Blood Witch Ancestral Land seemed humble and insignificant.

All the Blood Witch Goddess were suffocated, and even though they were protected by the sea of ​​blood, they still couldn't see a single picture clearly.

Only the afterimages can be seen flickering, sometimes with blood and rage, and sometimes with shocking divine light. Two fundamentally different divine laws are constantly colliding and eroding.

"Senior, why don't you take action yet?"

"Since the Blood Witch God also has a power similar to that of the remnant spirit left behind, he can temporarily regain the power of becoming a god."

"Unblocking Shura's Bow and linking up with Him, wouldn't there be an opportunity to counter-kill the Light Witch God?"

In the spiritual world, Ye Hanjun shouted over and over again, but his tense and depressed emotions could not be relieved.

Of course he didn't want to use the ultimate power left behind by the Shura Bow. After all, Sunless City was also in dire straits and was probably even more precarious than the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

But he couldn't care too much. If he allowed the Light Witch God to succeed and massacre the blood witch clan and the people in his ancestral land, he would die here first and there would be no chance to explore the situation of the Ye clan's ancestral city.

"Quiet, don't let appearances confuse your vision."

"This god who controls the light element can be resurrected on the spot as long as a ray of divine light escapes. The possibility of killing him is very slim."

Ye Tianzi's response without any emotion was fleeting.

Then He calmed down and remained silent, never uttering another word.

Ye Hanjun took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, closed his eyes, and forced himself to calm down.

The little Guagua on the shoulder was still peeking out, although it couldn't see clearly and couldn't capture the battle scene between the gods.

But this is a battle of gods in the true sense, and my curiosity is about to burst out. I can’t wait to see it.

"Wow—"

The fierce battle lasted for nearly half a day, and suddenly the sun split, the sixteen petals of the sun swept across, and all the roots of the blood flower were cut off.

The ears were quiet, there was no wind, no collision, and the whole world became slow and peaceful.

The blood witch goddess, who was full of hope, lost her vitality.

The beautiful faces were coated with gray light one by one, and the bottomless despair made him even more pessimistic than at the beginning.

"Wow—"

The incarnation of the Blood Witch God dissipated.

The light in the sky and on the earth is as bright as before.

The Light Witch God, who was carrying the Sun God Ring on his back, touched the center of his brow, and saw a wound in the shape of a drop of blood and tears. Granulation grew and he recovered in an instant.

"A generation of wizard gods, overconfident, pitiful and pathetic."

"Do you know that I have been living deep in the sea of ​​clouds for a long time, swallowing clouds, bathing in rain, inhaling mist and refining light? How long have I been preparing for today's trip?"

The Light Witch God never looked at the ants under his feet. He just sneered, re-erected the divine bridge, and rushed to the jade coffin at the final point.

"Yes, these three sacred coffins that have been warmed by the God of Blood Witch are of excellent quality. If they are sent to me in the sea of ​​clouds, they can also extend my life."

The Light Witch God showed a kind smile, as if he was inspecting his treasure, and slightly lowered his chin.

Lord Ye Han shrank his pupils. He didn't dare to look directly at the back of the Light Witch God, but he could see it.

The golden coffin, which had carried the rotten atmosphere earlier, was motionless now.

Not only is there no weird gray mist pouring out, but it is completely sacred, like a golden spirit that has been refined and refined over thousands of times. It is magical and extraordinary, giving people the feeling of only peace and without any danger.

"What happened to that coffin?"

Ye Hanjun was at a loss, and his spirit was shaken violently.

"Bang!!"

There was an explosion and the ground shook.

The Light Witch God swept out a golden divine light, and the heavy jade cover slowly moved horizontally. In the huge coffin, a skinny corpse, also only about 1.5 meters tall, floated in the long river of blood as smooth as a mirror, as stable as a rock and unmoving.

"what!!"

The blood witch goddesses screamed in pain one by one, blood surged from their seven orifices, and they fell to the ground wailing.

The Conferred God cannot be looked directly at, and the same is true for the corpse of the Conferred God.

But that is their ancestor, and the blood of the same origin flows in the body. Even if it is insignificant, only a little bit of divine essence is retained. That is the goal they pursue throughout their lives.

At this moment, the unattainable existence in my mind was just exposed to the air, allowing another wizard god to look up and down with his wanton eyes, without any respect or care.

Anger surges and cannot be contained.

But what can they do? Not to mention breaking out of the barrier, even through the barrier, they could only see the outline of the Light Witch God's body. If they dared to look directly at it, their souls would be evaporated and purified.

"Ancestor Wu...the descendants are unfilial and cannot even take care of your body..."

Wu Xuelu knelt on the ground, her skirt of blood spread widely, and there was faint blood surging inside Wu Xuelu's body that flickered and disappeared.

She seems to be running forbidden spells, and even if she flies into a flame, she still wants to protect the last dignity of the blood witch clan.

"Crack!"

Seemingly confirmed, the Light Witch God took a step forward, his palm covered with golden light patterns inserted straight into the Blood Witch God's chest, and he carefully groped for something.

Behind Him, the divine light is overwhelming, fully demonstrating His supremacy and majestic power.

The goddesses of light witches who were ordered to stay outside were touched, their brows were overflowing with joy, and they were extremely proud.

"It's done! Ancestor Wu is marching on his own, how can there be any accidents!"

"With the protection of the witch ancestors, the great witch Guangqing will be able to absorb the power of the godhead with peace of mind. The ultimate grand scene of the two gods shining on the world is just around the corner!"

"Congratulations, you did not disappoint the old monk."

The expressionless Three Curse Ghost Monk suddenly scratched his itch and casually took out a dirty handkerchief from his arms.

He opened the folded handkerchief in a specific order, and within a few seconds, seven white bone fingers that seemed to have been salvaged from the mud were exposed to the sight of the witches.

Wu Guangling, Wu Guangjing, Wu Guanglang...

The light witch goddesses, including Wu Guangqing, suddenly looked at their own witch bodies in horror.

Their witch bodies had just been treated by the witch ancestor himself, and were almost restored to a flawless state. Every move exuded the holy beauty unique to the saint.

But...suddenly...

Their shamanic bodies began to age, and their graceful graces were like a passing cloud. Each one of them was bald and had gaping teeth, and their hair was covered with snow and frost, and they fell into their twilight years.

"Yuan Xie! Didn't you say that you were unable to take action due to the backlash and were just willing to wait and see what happened, waiting for our clan's harvest?!"

"Now suddenly take out the corpse finger of the Seven Curse Ghost Monk...you...what are you doing! Put it down!!"

Wu Guangqing, who was changing at a relatively slow speed, had his eyes swaying like lake water in a strong wind, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

"doing what?"

The three-curse ghost monk Yuan Xie glanced at Wu Guangqing strangely:

"Of course I will send you to your death."

"With the sacrifices of the young palace master and the old palace master, we can get this opportunity. If we fail, the old monk's sin will be unforgivable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven crystal-white corpse fingers were all inserted into the blood witch ancestral land.

A total of seven mountains rose from the ground and turned into an airtight encirclement, sealing off the vast area of ​​​​a million miles in radius of the Blood Witch Ancestor.

Except for Wu Guangqing, the goddess of light witches did not utter a single scream. A wind of corpses blew, and the place rotted, rotten more thoroughly than scum.

"You actually have your heart set on the Ye family? You still want to help them make a comeback?!"

Wu Guangqing struggled painfully, but could not get close to the three-curse ghost monk no matter what, and could only fall down step by step amidst the shrill screams.

"right?"

Yuanzhu tilted his head and thought for a while, and a few ripple-shaped wrinkles squeezed out on his blank head without facial features:

"Back then, after the death of our clan's ancestor god, the clan couldn't survive elsewhere. It was the Ye clan who accepted us and gave us a large territory in Mingdeng to help us settle down."

"Although the Ye family had no choice at that time, they had to join the group to keep warm in order to secure their position as the Lord of Yiyuan."

"But I, a ghost monk, am thinking of old friendships. You intruders with bad intentions, now that you are here, don't even think about going back."

The three-curse ghost monk broke off his fingers and inserted them into the blood witch ancestral land.

With a buzzing sound, seven corpse lights twisted into a ball, faintly like a rotten god that shook the heaven and earth, standing on the ancestral land.

He pointed a finger, and Wu Guangqing's body immediately turned into dust all over the sky, all life was cut off, and boundless death spread in every inch of space.

Following the sudden death, there were also the surviving invading army.

They thought they could sit back and relax, waiting to be rewarded afterwards and share the treasure left by the Blood Witch God together.

Silently, their flesh and blood rotted, and their bones fell to the ground. Before their fear could turn into screams, they had already died, which was the most shocking thing.

The corrupt god standing tall on the sky pointed his finger again.

This finger shattered the layers of space and reached the deepest part of the blood witch's ancestral land in an instant. It instantly hit the center of the light witch god's eyebrows, giving his withered face an incredible look of deathly gray.

"Seven Curses...Ghost Monk?"

The Light Witch God, who was dumbstruck, turned his eyes as sharp as a knife for a moment, and the golden sun behind him expanded again, and he burst out with rage.

"Wu Guangyan, do you really think I'm dead?"

The withered palm suddenly thrust into the Light Witch God's chest.

The dead Blood Witch God suddenly opened his eyes.

The blood glow rose like a mountain, and the long river of blood in the jade coffin was as steady as a mirror. Suddenly, big waves surged, and the bloody waves all rushed towards the center point.

"What I'm most worried about is attracting the Clown Emperor, or maybe you're afraid of it and only dare to send your descendants here, but don't dare to come in person."

"Fortunately, fortunately, your greed defeated your caution."

"Then, go and die, your divine corpse - we will accept it!"

Underneath the sea of ​​​​blood, an unusually small bloody fist, with a bang, just smashed the head of the Light Witch God.

The Light Witch God did not die easily. His lower body merged into the sun and instantly became part of the light.

However, the position of the chest was unable to truly transform because it was captured by the Blood Witch God.

"Boy, you are responsible for the final kill."

In the spiritual world, a clear and long roar sounded, and Lord Yehan uncontrollably escaped from the blood sea barrier, distancing himself from the creatures such as Ye Liuying and Bertnar.

The accompanying clothing belonging to the manifestation of the prison-suppressing sacrificial robe quietly disappeared.

Other entities' clothing, no matter how special the material is, explodes out of thin air without any hesitation.

But Lord Ye Han is not naked. His skin is covered with bright red scales, and the bright red glow can only be defeated by the blood spell of the Blood Witch God - and a big victory!
"Boom!!"

A red bow appeared in the void, and the halo of silence followed it like a shadow.

In an instant, the black pupils of Lord Yehan's eyes faded away and turned completely into blood. The coquettish light was like burning flames, blazing, blazing, not hot, only cold.

"Click!!"

He held the bow body with one hand and the bowstring with the other.

Relying on instinct, he drew it open, then fully drew it, and finally showed a full bow posture.

An arrow of destruction that embodies the mournful death of hundreds of millions of living beings, emerges from scratch and slowly outlines its outline.

The space seemed unable to withstand the power of this arrow and kept collapsing, but it was constantly reborn under the interweaving of divine power.

"Qiang!!"

Finally, when the tip of the arrow was completely clear, Lord Ye Han, who was carrying a mountain of flesh and blood corpses and a sea of ​​dead souls, said coldly and ruthlessly like a god descending from heaven:

"Shura's wrath killed millions of people."

"May the sins of heaven and earth be returned to my body, the death of all things be separated from Yin and Yang, and the life of all things be stagnated in reincarnation."

"This arrow is called...Burial God."

"The Death God of Hell has added another member... I wish the God of Light Witch to sleep forever and go well."

The eternal red light cuts through the blood witch ancestral land, just like the bloody meteor smashes through the curtain called the sky.

In an instant, the sun collapsed.

In an instant, the blazing light went out.

In the center surrounded by seven towering corpse mountains, the everlasting coldness returned, as if it had never left. It was quiet and empty. (End of chapter)