Ascension

"Maybe we can talk about Ye's supreme title..."

In addition to the Clown Emperor, the invading factions of the Red Dust Abyss also included the clan leaders of the Yinma Clan and the Fenquan Clan.

The former's ancestor had a "King of Fate", and he signed a contract with the first generation Clown King, and they have had an unbreakable and intimate relationship for hundreds of thousands of years.

The ancestor of the latter had a "Celestial Master of Dust". Before the second generation Clown Emperor attained the divine way, he was the Lord of the mortal world.

And his descendant, a strong human being who called himself "Fenquan Yanjin", escaped the farthest with the help of the mutilated corpse of "Goddess Rouge".

We are about to get rid of Sunless City, get rid of that nightmare-like ghost place.

Fenquan Yanjin was in a hurry, trying to open the space channel and return to the abyss of the world of mortals.

"Shhhhh!"

A spinning death scythe flew from a very far distance.

Fenquan Yanjin's head was cut off, and the bones of Rouge Goddess were also crushed.

When the death scythe flew back, only two gray corpses were left on the ground, leaving no trace of life.

"Pass my divine order."

"The Guardian Holy Spirit who still has the power to breathe in Sunless City will immediately sweep through the Dark Light Abyss. All outside invaders and internal rebels will be killed without mercy!"

"Here!"

Electric Clamp Dragon Centipede, Wood Shou Cong, Paradise Beast, Pen Fairy... the Holy Fetuses who survived by chance responded in unison regardless of their collapsed wounds.

They were so excited. Earlier they were still worried and worried about the decline of the group and the upcoming disaster.

In the blink of an eye, the crisis was over, and Ye Shi had the title, and he was a crowned god.

As a result, the Ye clan's most feared enemy, not only the Clown Emperor, was completely destroyed, but also a large number of high-end combat forces in the Red Dust Abyss were killed.

"This day... we have been thinking about it day and night, but we have been waiting for it for too long!"

"There is the founder Yesura in the past, and there is the new ancestor Ye Shitian in the future. The future of the Ye family is promising. We will survive the suffering and be reborn in Nirvana!"

The Holy Spirits are beaming with joy, those with appendages are shaking their appendages, those with wings are flapping their wings, and there are countless people with lofty ideals:
"When the Ming Lan invaders are completely eliminated and we make a few adjustments, we can completely counterattack the Mortal Abyss and kill all the remaining Clowns, Yinma Clan, and Fenquan Clan over there!"

"With one crown and two gods, even if it may not be stable in the long run, within one or two eras, I, the Ye clan, are definitely qualified to rule the two abyss. The development of our clan will return to its peak state. It won't be long before the guardians of the clan The Holy Spirit can return to three digits, comparable to the glory of the end of the Ancient Era and even the beginning of the Modern Era!"

Wu Xuelu also felt depressed and unhappy. Looking at the gradually darkening sky, she murmured to herself:

"And the sea of ​​clouds..."

"The death of the Clown Emperor cannot be hidden from the heavens, and the same can be said for the Light Witch God..."

"In this battle, the Light Witch Goddess and the Cloud Witch Goddess lost a true god and two false gods in total. All the top combat forces were swept away. After a certain period of fermentation, the sea of ​​clouds will inevitably be in chaos..."

"We can also counterattack Yunhai, overthrow the two ancestral lands of the gods and wizards there, eradicate the roots, and leave no harm behind..."

"call……"

Bertnar was still dragging the unconscious Ye Liuying. After hearing these remarks, he suddenly smacked his lips and said expressionlessly:

"Brother, I know that everyone has endured it for too long and has some energy that needs to be expressed."

"But I don't want you to be too happy, lest when you hit rock bottom again, your morale will drop and you will become depressed again."

"Prince of the vampire clan, what do you mean?"

A great elder was confused, trying to figure out these two ancient demonic words, and asked cautiously.

"Master Patriarch, do you need me to announce it on your behalf?"

Bertnar knelt on one knee, facing the sky with absolute respect.

"No, this is my choice. I knew from the beginning that if I accept the benefits, I will naturally have to bear the price."

Ye Shitian slowly fell to the ground, and the great elders who had just stood up immediately knelt back down.

He looked down at everyone's faces from a distance, then looked at the dilapidated Sunless City, and said in a calm voice without any ripples:

"My crown involves the existence of taboos and also involves dark transactions."

"Devouring contracted spirits, enduring pain and loneliness, carefully planning to hunt the Light Witch God... these are nothing."

"The biggest price I pay is actually my life span."

"With a normal crown, once you attain enlightenment, you can live for thirty to fifty thousand years as long as you don't die."

"But I don't have that long. From the moment I succeed, the ancient evil spirit named Salus can be resurrected because of my flesh and soul."

"I...strictly speaking, I only have the strength for one battle, and this battle has just been squandered."

"Every minute and every second that follows, my crown and divine power will decay. In less than a hundred years, I will be completely destroyed physically and spiritually. In this process, even the magical medicine that has been growing for a hundred thousand years will not help."

"how come……"

The kneeling Ye clan members and Ye clan vassals... the joy of the previous second was gone.

Their bodies began to tremble again, their limbs spasmed, and their hearts seemed to be grasped by wild beasts in the palm of their hands. The struggle became weaker and weaker.

"A title that can only fight in one battle...how does this make..."

"The patriarch sacrificed everything he could, in exchange for... just a counterattack at his peak? Forced to extend our lives?"

The octogenarian man suddenly burst into tears.

Some of the younger tribesmen who had not been sent out of the Underworld Lantern were so frightened that they cried loudly.

"Clan leader...is there no possibility of reversal?"

Ye Ying half-knelt on the ground, with a trace of pity in her eyes, and said eagerly:
"You are now the crown, the true crown, the invincible crown."

"Is it possible to change the ritual, such as hunting other gods and sacrificing their flesh and blood to the evil god in exchange for one's own continuation?"

"It can't be done."

Ye Shitian shook his head:
"Don't even think about taking advantage of loopholes. This is a deal that cannot be broken or violated."

"He did not deceive me. He made it clear from the beginning that the so-called resurrection requires my death. Only if I become the crown prince and the god of death in the belly, with one person and two gods as nourishment, can I help him resurrect."

"The Witch God will also die..."

Ye Ying's shoulders shook twice and she murmured to herself:
"In other words, the news that I, Ye Clan, am currently spreading to the outside world about returning to the top is actually false news?"

"When you die, or the evil god is resurrected, and the news cannot be concealed, my Ye family's situation...maybe it will be even more difficult than before?"

"No, that's not necessarily the case."

Ye Shitian shook his head for the second time and pointed his gray pupils at Ye Ying:

"I asked you to empty the Deep Black Wheel and move out all the important buildings and items inside...how is the progress?"

"Report to the clan leader, completed."

Ye Ying tapped her chin and repeated:

"The Deep Black Wheel has been completely vacant. Based on the shrinkage ratio of the internal space over the years, it will collapse around the end of this era and its divinity will completely disappear."

"it is good."

Ye Shitian flashed to the horizon, and the Death Scythe enlarged crazily.

After looking out in a certain direction of Sunless City, a black wheel, like the black sun rising on the horizon, gradually filled the sight of the living beings.

"Dear Deep Black Wheel, you gave up the opportunity to become a god in the future and paid your death to help our clan survive the disaster of Zhouyuan. Your kindness is so great that no one in the Ye clan can repay it."

Ye Shitian stroked his chest, saluted, and then gently kissed Heilun's body. Two drops of gray blood fell from the corner of his eyes:
"Now, after your death, as a last resort, I will destroy your body in advance and erase the last traces of your presence in this world."

"Child...just let it go..."

The weak and complicated voice of prayer echoes in the heaven and earth, which is the manifestation of the remaining thoughts of the deep black wheel:

"I was born in the ancient universe, older than your ancestors..."

"Over the years, watching you grow up, and watching you age and die... it's not easy for everyone..."

"Also...it is said that the world's favored spirit has a high probability of becoming a god, but the growth and development process is too slow..."

"I'm the one who can't make it...so there's nothing to regret. You don't have to care about my feelings..."

"Life is not about length, but quality... If you live too long, you may not be happier than a young person..."

"Oh my god Xiao Shi...Thank you for your hard work..."

"Goodbye...my good children..."

Two lines of tears dripped from the corners of the eyes of every creature in Wuri City.

Ye Shitian sighed silently, showing a rare hint of loneliness, and then waved his sickle, letting the entire dark wheel fly into the sky.

"boom!"

With a charged slash, the dark wheel exploded.

The black crystal dust turned into mist and floated into the distance. In the dark, subtle changes seemed to be triggered in every corner of the Dark Lantern Abyss.

"Best farewell to Night Mother, may she ascend to heaven and attain enlightenment."

"With the broken body of the world, supplemented by my divine power, Mingdeng will perish within ten thousand years."

“This place will evolve into a huge dead world. Even if you are a god or a crowned one, you will not be able to find it, lock it, or reach it.”

"Ming Deng will be independent from the world, free from external enemy intrusion, avoid the most chaotic second era, and usher in a new, gentle development cycle."

"This is the last thing I can do for my family before I die."

"But I don't want anyone in my family to regard these ten thousand years as their last gasp."

"I will split up the Ye clan and divide the living sect into the dead sect. The living sect will stay in Wuri City, run the Ming Lantern, and use the land of Yiyuan to steadily revitalize the clan's destiny."

"When the dead sect goes to the outside world, they are not allowed to show off their power with the surname of night. It is best to regard themselves as the common prey of all heavens, survive in the cracks, secretly look for opportunities other than the underworld lantern, and improve their strength from different dimensions." "This is. Two different paths, one conservative and maintaining stability, the other adventurous and full of risks.”

"Ten thousand years later, the Ming Lantern will be unsealed. If there is a new title or a new god to support the tribe and lead the tribe to grow, the Ye family will naturally not perish."

"If not, and they are besieged by the alliance of all the tribes in the world, then we will fight bloody battles, shed the last drop of blood, and let them taste the anger and pain of the Ye clan."

"Here!"

Although they were grieving, the people of the Ye clan who knelt down and worshiped were shouting like thunder and their blood was full of passion.

"Pass on my divine order. After my death, Ye Roufeng will be the next clan leader of the Ye clan."

"Roufeng, you should guard Wuri City, command the Sheng Faction, and try for the possibility of being crowned."

"Yes!"

Ye Roufeng lowered her head, took a deep breath, and respectfully agreed.

"In addition...the Clown Emperor died in Mingdeng."

"The time is limited, and the factions I belong to are different, so I don't have time to condense his godhead."

"But with the giant death realm, even after I die, this divinity will remain in the underworld. If a false god from the prison system appears in these ten thousand years, I can try to become a god."

"There is also Wu Xuelu, the acting patriarch of the blood witch clan."

"After I die, the two divine heads of the witch lineage will remain in the Underworld Lantern and will not be diluted outside in these ten thousand years."

"I hope that false gods will be born among you, with two godheads, and the most difficult part of enlightenment will be solved. It is entirely possible for you to reappear in the form of the Blood Witch God, and even... mutate into other forms. It is not a bad idea."

"I will obey the orders of the Ye clan leader!"

Wu Xuelu paid homage, her pretty face flashing with astonishing determination.

She knew very well how important this opportunity was.

The sunken dark lamp is self-enclosed, equivalent to a paradise.

After ten thousand years of development, the Blood Witch only needs to give birth to a false god, merge with the godhead, and the bright road to becoming a god is clear.

"Clan Chief, you disperse the bloodline in advance and send the four emperors including Ye Qiyu, Ye Nishang, Ye Mochou, and Ye Wenfei, as well as the young clan members who have been crowned kings, to places other than Mingdeng. Do you plan to do this?"

"Yes."

Ye Shitian nodded and looked at Ye Xuanren:
"We can't just go one way."

"For a long time, our people have had extraordinary wealth, power, and status since birth... It's time to make some changes and try different possibilities."

"Those young tribesmen sent out are all die-hards."

"If they venture out alone, they can gain a foothold in the outside world without relying on family power."

"No matter what their final achievements are, at least the blood of my Ye family can be preserved. If all the tribes in the world want to eradicate the roots, the difficulty will rise to another level."

"I see."

Ye Xuanren suddenly realized it, and the doubts in his heart were reduced one after another:

"Looking at it this way, the clan still has many opportunities."

"Just the godhead of one prison and two witches, as well as the flesh and blood fragments left by the dirty demon gods and dirty demon ministers, as well as the corpses of the dead mortal saints... The concentration of these resources can serve as nourishment for our clan and help the growth of our clan. "

"But correspondingly, the day when the Underworld Lantern is unsealed is the third era of the New Era."

"This place will definitely become a battlefield, and the stay of the godhead will definitely attract murderous intentions from false gods and even true gods."

"There is also the Great Emperor of the Bad Earth. He has become enemies with us. The crazy crown...who knows what he will do..."

"The future is up to you."

Ye Shitian turned around and said calmly:
"Single out the bloody and ambitious tribesmen and vassals. When I am alive, I can send them away from the Dark Lantern. They will become the second batch of dead sects and find their own way to develop..."

"Also...the Clown Emperor was killed by Lord Ye Han. If it weren't for him, Sunless City would have been breached, and the casualties would have been a hundred times worse than now."

"Pass on my divine order to confer Lord Yehan as the "God-killing Shura". In future ancestral sacrifices, he will be ranked below me and the Shura ancestors. Future generations will respect him and worship him, and they will not be disrespectful. "

"Yes!"

Ye Ying, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Roufeng... all the saints took the order.

……

……

A week later, Sunless City, Medical Palace.

There are a lot of demons coming and going, and occasionally you can see humans wearing white holy robes, holding the power of light or water in their hands to assist the contracted spirits in healing.

Because of the unprecedented invasion, just a few days were not enough to count the casualties.

Rescuers gathered the corpses into the Corpse Hall and placed the intact survivors in underground caves.

The injured caught in the middle were sent to the medical hall.

Depending on the severity of the injury, some were thrown to the ground and simply smeared with medicine.

Some were thrown into huge medicine barrels and soaked in plant juices, waiting for rescue by professionals.

Of course, these are all ordinary levels of treatment.

In the independent ward at the deepest part of the medical palace, the guardian saint Mu Shoucong was lying beside a bed, with the green onions above his head standing straight.

Beside it, Bertel held his chin and looked at the girl on the hospital bed with suspicion.

"That's weird. I gave her a drop of blood. With her physique, she should be able to bear it."

"Why is there no sign of waking up yet? This is the biological sister of "God-killing Shura". No matter what, she cannot die..."

"Brother Prince, is it possible that my brother is dead and my sister is too sad?"

Mu Shoucong said cautiously:

"I heard that they are fraternal siblings. They are more closely related to each other. I cannot rule out this possibility."

"Bullshit."

Bertnar picked up a handful of green onions, covered the girl's body with them all, and whispered to himself:

"She needs to wake up quickly."

"My brother died in Mingdeng. With her temperament, she can't stay here peacefully. She must want to go out and try something new."

"If this doesn't work, just carry it out for her."

"She has a different identity and is protected by the Holy Spirit. No one will say anything."

"Huh? Me?"

The green onions on Mu Shou Cong's head quickly grew again, and as it stared, it flickered and looked inexplicably cute:
"Brother Prince, can't I stay in Mingdeng?"

"I'm not very good at fighting. The best I can do is control and heal. Let me protect God-Slaying Shura's sister... You're putting me on the fire."

"Just go if you are told, there is so much nonsense."

Bertnar grabbed Onion by the neck:
"If we send a demon king to follow her, and given her authority, don't we tell others clearly that she is a remnant of the Ye clan, come and kill her, can we get gold coins?"

"Your boy looks different from the monsters in the abyss. Go out and have some adventures. Don't stay in the Underworld."

"Brother has children to take care of. There is nothing we can do, otherwise I will go out too... Do you understand?"

"oh oh……"

Mu Shoucong nodded honestly and agreed rather reluctantly.

At this moment, the girl on the hospital bed groaned, her brows furrowed, and she suddenly showed signs of waking up.

Bertnar put down Mu Shoucong and took a step forward, staring at the girl's face with his glazed eyes.

"Little Liuying, wake up, wake up."

"If your brother were still alive, he would definitely want you to be more positive and sunny."

"You need to adjust your mentality as soon as possible and regain your strength. After a few years, maybe you will also be one of the saints of the Ye clan..."

At that time, there was a woman who was still holding a shovel in a coma, a woman with short emerald green hair, a red-haired woman wearing silver armor, a cold-faced lolita...

A young man surrounded by cockroaches, a young man with red lips and white teeth, a tall muscular man, a Taoist priest with fiery red hair, a weak man with a pale face...

There were five women and five men, all of whom woke up at almost the same time.

The moment they opened their eyes, they were all dazed and sluggish.

But in the next second, their eyebrows heated up, and endless inheritance information poured into their bodies like a storm.

"missionary?"

Ye Liuying slowly came out of her dazed state, and then smelled the rich smell of green onions.

Then she saw a handsome vampire prince and Mu Shoucong who had shrunk countless times, all looking at her with big eyes and small eyes.

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PS:

Dangdang, another volume was finished.

At this point, the book has entered the later stage, and Ye Hanjun is finally going to the world stage and create a legend belonging to "him".

The next volume is called The Preacher.

A new story is about to begin. As the mastermind behind the scenes, I am a little nervous and a little excited.

But no matter what, just walk on thin ice and keep moving forward! (End of chapter)