Ascension

"The first one in gray!"

Suzuishi frowned and frequently looked at Suzuha beside him.

Seeing her swaying the wine glass and elegantly tasting the wine, she felt a toothache and said:

"Hey, sister!"

"The current situation is completely unhelpful to us. Mang Hao and Hui Zhidian are facing off against Mai Mang. What else can we do?"

"After all, we have crossed an ocean and came here specially!"

"It doesn't matter to you that you just returned empty-handed and wasted several years of your life, but I'm furious!"

Suzuha chuckled, took a sip of corpse wine, and said calmly:
"You frizzy man, you are also the saint of the family."

"You have to know that force is not sweet. Since we have lost weight in the eyes of the corpse dragon girl, if we continue to force it, we will only lose the family's face."

"Is it possible to forget about it like this?"

Suzuishi's eyes widened and he said in disbelief:
"This is not like my sister's temper. You obviously value benefits more than I do, and you won't suffer easily."

"Grandpa asked you to lead the team here because he recognized your ability and trusted your judgment."

"Why did you actually back down at the critical moment and want to give up the opportunity to compete?"

"What do you know?"

Suzuyu gave him a blow and said angrily:
"Let me ask you, Grandpa Grandpa cannot come because he is injured. Do we have to wait for others and appear to be insincere?"

"Also, these two people are both at the 8th level. How do we get in? Do we have to rely on the advantage of level to confront them head-on? That won't make people laugh!"

"This hasn't been mentioned yet. Mang Hao's background is clear."

"No matter how embarrassing the situation of the Corpse Sacrifice lineage is, he is also a god. The Yin and Yang elders beside him are all characters who can briefly compete with Grandpa. In terms of background and strength, we can't surpass him. In terms of the compatibility of power, we can't surpass him. Far less.”

"Hui's appearance is not necessarily a bad thing. If he can snatch the corpse dragon girl's contract rights from Mang Hao, we might see a fierce battle."

"In time, we will have more choices. Whether it is getting close to the Corpse Dragon Girl, or getting close to either Hui or Mang Hao, this opportunity to make friends with a powerful clan will also be conducive to the development and continuation of our family."

"Ah...you are making this idea...you should have told me earlier..."

The visible eagerness between Suzuishi's brows and eyes slowly faded away.

He calmed down, looked at the two bodies that almost formed a triangle confrontation, and unconsciously licked his dry lips.

……

"Hui, you definitely don't belong to Xihai. Where do you come from? Can you introduce me to you?"

Corpse Dragon Girl Shiju, after confirming that the score on the ranking list had been successfully changed, immediately turned her gaze and focused on Lord Yehan's face.

Hearing this, the crowd was in a commotion, and they gathered together with curious eyes.

Gray - it is indeed too mysterious!
Mang Hao's identity is known to everyone, but Hui, who has just arrived, is almost blank!
However, his posture was quite high-profile. He calmly identified four strange corpses, and single-handedly withstood the prying eyes of dozens of holy spirits. His face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat wildly.

This time of concentration is either because of his high nerve or because he is well-informed and has already adapted to similar situations.

Who is he?
Which force does the supreme ethnic group behind it originate from?
"I was born into the hidden clan of gods. You may not have heard of the name of the ancestor god."

Ye Hanjun smiled casually, and also used the made-up identity at his fingertips:

"The God of Gray Sun, originated from ancient times."

"It spans an entire universe. When the new universe comes, it is no longer what it used to be."

"If we have to measure our family status, roughly speaking, His Highness Manghao and I are almost the same?"

Ye Hanjun's last sentence was in the form of a rhetorical question.

Such ambiguous words immediately attracted a large number of people to look at each other.

Shujie, Yishuo, and Nie Qiubei stared at each other in confusion.

Suzuishi made an expression of racking his brains, while Suzuha held the wine glass across his chest, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

"Forgive us for our ignorance, the name of Gray Sun... is unheard of!"

Guan Cunyan, who was ranked fourth in the original ranking, said with a loud sound:

"I admit that when it comes to knowledge, I can't wait half as long as you do!"

"But you haven't become a saint yet, and you are only accompanied by a holy onion spirit. How can the elders of the clan really feel relieved about such a shabby guardian?"

"Your uncle's..."

Mu Shoucong puffed out his nostrils, and he was not angry at all:

"You are the damn Chong Jing. My name is Mu Shoucong. I have been a somewhat famous saint for a few years, okay?"

"Ok, I know."

Guan Cunyan nodded and said confidently:
"There was a time when there was a battle to win the title of god, and then a piece of the god's meat was chopped off and made into soup."

"He took dozens of auxiliary ingredients, and the one used to remove the fishy smell was a sacred and perfect onion - this is what is recorded in historical materials."

“*%￥#@!!”

Mu Shoucong, who had always had a good temper, turned red, then white, then white, then yellow, constantly changing like a light bulb.

This time, it was so angry that it was speechless.

Because this historical data is true, the ancestors of this family were indeed reduced to food and eaten by the crown.

"so?"

Ye Hanjun's eyes crossed the crowd and instantly locked on Guan Cunyan:

"Not only do you question my identity, but you also want to stand out, provoke me, and test me?"

"Do you know... what will happen to this?"

Lord Ye Han still didn't release his power, but the murderous intent in his eyes made Guan Cunyan's neck fall back in shock, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"What a terrifying aura. Countless lives have died in his hands?"

The man codenamed "Mask" stood next to Guan Cunyan.

He indirectly felt the killing intent, his soul also trembled, and a touch of disbelief jumped into his heart.

They are saints...

Standing on the 9th level, I should have the attitude of a superior, overlooking those below...

Why are they the ones at a disadvantage when their eyes only cross each other? How is this possible!
"Your knowledge is unmatched by anyone, but Mang Hao's power is more suitable for me."

"If you hadn't shown up, I might have signed a contract with him at this time."

Corpse Dragon Girl Shiju interrupted calmly and said matter-of-factly:
"If you can prove your superiority and make me change my mind and choose you, why not?"

"So, what do you think, His Highness Mang Hao?"

Ye Hanjun smiled lightly, retracted his gaze from Guan Cunyan, met the gaze of the person in front of him again, and said calmly:
"Since the ranks are equal, a battle would be the most convincing, right?"

"Right on my mind."

Mang Hao cupped his hands, suddenly took off the corpse coffin from behind, and smashed it heavily on the ground.

"Boom!!"

The lid of the coffin was opened, and a cicada the size of a human palm lay calmly and peacefully at the bottom.

It has a gray body, with three pairs of membrane wings growing on its back, and its protruding compound eyes glow with a deathly gray luster, without any breath of life.

But when Mang Hao dropped a drop of oil lamp on Zhi Zhi's body.

It suddenly flapped its wings, and the sound of beating drums could be heard.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cicada flew up, but there was still no sparkle in its compound eyes. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a corpse.

But this is the "Nine Death Cicada", an extremely rare and extremely powerful insect spirit.

It practices the path of reincarnation, reincarnation, death, and physical body.

At every level, as long as it can reach perfection, it will die without hesitation.

Relying on the magical bloodline, after the death of the Nine Death Cicada, it retains its residual spirit, its body is immortal, and its combat effectiveness increases explosively.

It will hit the next level in the state of death. Once it ascends successfully, it can be resurrected immediately.

According to legend, if the Nine-Death Cicada can die nine times and be resurrected nine times, it is possible for it to attain enlightenment and become a god. In terms of potential, it must be the best in the world. "Buzz buzz-"

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The corpse coffin releases a corpse light, covering the Nine Death Cicada, giving it some mysterious blessing.

The corpse oil lamp continued to drip corpse oil, so the body of the Nine-Dead Cicada burned with corpse fire, and the aura of death inside increased several times, like the dormant wild beast waking up from its eternal sleep, facing the world, and opening its bloody mouth. .

"Wow!!!"

Mang Hao held the Nine Death Cicada with his ten fingers. His plump flesh and blood suddenly appeared wrinkles, as if he had aged a thousand years in an instant.

But the Nine-Death Cicada suddenly grew in size, from the size of a human hand to a hundred meters in size. Its thin wings covered the sky and the sun, its ferocious insect limbs were as sharp as spears, and its pair of forelimbs were like big knives. It could shoot out with a single slash into the air. The sound of a sonic boom.

SS-level "Corpse Sacrifice", from the maintenance to strengthening of corpses, its power is very concentrated!
This is an active power called "Giant Corpse Transformation". By sacrificing part of Mang Hao's energy, the contracted spirit's attributes are greatly improved.

At the same time, Mang Hao also activated the "Corpse Covenant". As long as the Nine Death Cicada has not been defeated, his body will be severely injured at most and will never fall into a state of death.

"It has begun! The battle between the double S authority holders! Finally, we can have a glimpse of His Highness Mang Hao!"

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the battle, Shujie, Yi Shuo, Nie Qiubei...all of them forcibly recovered the large contracted spirits.

The holy corpses guarding the darkness also worked together to create a barrier-like barrier, directly locking up Mang Hao and Hui to prevent the coffins on display in the appreciation hall from being damaged.

"Although it was not the intention, unfortunately, due to the restraint relationship due to authority, there will always be an unbridgeable gap between you and me."

Ye Hanjun took off the brim of his black hat, and his image suddenly changed.

His clothes transformed into black and red, and patterns symbolizing evil and terror appeared all over his body, and finally they were like blood vessels running vertically and horizontally.

Near the navel, a dark whirlpool swallows the heart, as if there is an entire abyss hidden there, and even the slightest peek may lead to loss of mind.

The lower body is made of trousers and robes that look like gold but not gold, and look like jade but not jade, surrounded by flowers of blood.

The vines of darkness grew crazily, covering the ground around him in a snap, and the soul-stirring dark elements turned into pervasive locusts, eroding everything within their scope.

"boom!!!"

For just a moment, Ye Hanjun's height remained unchanged, and he was reflected in everyone's eyes, as if he had risen thousands of meters and became an unshakable giant.

He was like a god of death crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. There was obviously no blade in his hand, and there was no blood on his palms, but the aura of death was stronger than the corpse, as cold as ice, and wanted to freeze the hall.

Beside him, ten space whirlpools were torn apart, corresponding to the ten hells, sometimes with lightning and thunder, sometimes with wind and fire, sometimes with freezing weather, sometimes with swords piercing... The evil spirit boiled with a violent trend, and the souls of the dead were sharp. The wails lingered in my ears, and the horrific scene of all sentient beings trembling was laid out in front of me without any reservation.

Guan Cunyan - his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

Suzuha's expression suddenly changed, and she relied on instinct to pull the sluggish Suzuishi back.

It wasn't until she confirmed that the escape route was clear that she stood still and looked again.

But at this time, her eyes were no longer calm, and the faint beating in the corners of her eyes revealed the turmoil in her heart.

"This kind of power... I'm afraid it's also SS-level authority..."

"I feel darkness, killing, destruction, fear, sin, the netherworld, death... such a dark power. This person is definitely Mang Hao's lifelong enemy. A slight mistake may end his life!!"

"boom!!!"

Soon after, a sacrificial temple appeared behind Mang Hao, with at least a thousand coffins floating in the sky.

Suddenly, there was a saint with a vague face, wearing a corpse robe embroidered with severed limbs and arms. He walked towards the temple step by step, climbed to the heights step by step, and then... paid homage!
Dharma Heaven and Earth——Worship to the Corpse King!
This is the top dharma image of the corpse lineage. Seeing this palace, the corpse dragon girl Shiju had to groan and take the initiative to distance herself.

But an unimaginable scene happened. The Ten Mouths of Hell and the Corpse King worshiped each other, faintly colliding across the space.

The imagined situation of equal power did not appear. Mang Hao's seven orifices suddenly spurted blood, and the Dharma Realm Heaven and Earth that had just been condensed showed a tendency to collapse.

"Your Highness!"

Yin Lao exclaimed, and Yang Lao, who had always closed his eyes and slept lightly, opened his eyes for the first time.

His pupils shrank for a while, and his majestic face was filled with horror that he had never seen in his life.

"Your Highness...is he really restrained?"

"What kind of authority can suppress SS-level "corpse sacrifices"? "

Lord Ye Han seemed to be oblivious. When the Ten Directions Palace of Hell was fully activated, he looked more like a young demon god. With his cold and ruthless eyes, he would never answer other people's questions easily.

"Mo, this cicada can definitely bear your gaze!"

"Let it feel the pain, even if it breaks into pieces."

"As long as Mang Hao doesn't die, whether it's his power or the corpse coffin, he can piece together the fragments of the corpse and kill him completely. It's not easy..."

"Great! I also think it is an ideal good friend!"

Mo, who was holding his ankle, had been fishing for soy sauce.

As its rank increases, it no longer shouts lines like "It doesn't hurt anymore" and "I want pain" as it did when it was a child.

But its demand has never decreased, it is just a different way to eat all at once.

"Dang Dang Dang! Dazhi, let's make friends! I want to share with you the happiest experience in the world! You will be happy from the bottom of your heart!"

Mo, who put on the hat of the King of Hell, no longer hugged Lord Ye Han, turned around and jumped into the air. His body continued to grow bigger, and soon he became taller than the sky.

It opened its only mouth, with a slight blush on its cheeks, radiating a strange evil light.

And in that big bloodshot eye, a black and white vortex appeared, and the power of destruction was vented outward.

"boom!!!!"

The sound of thunder and explosion pierced through human ears.

The onlookers all turned into frightened birds. They watched in horror as the Nine Death Cicada's breastplate was filled with countless cracks, with a gap in the center, and drop after drop of corpse blood dripping out of the gray corpse.

"No, no way..."

"One face-to-face...can break through the layers of strengthened defenses of the Nine Death Cicada? Isn't this...the Holy Void Guide difficult to achieve?"

Suzuishi suddenly stuttered, speaking tremblingly and slurring his words, which would have made him laugh or cry on a normal day.

But at this time, no one was holding back their laughter.

It's not even possible to pay extra attention.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield shrouded in corpse aura, and they realized that the "Doomsday Clown" with tentacles growing on its arms and a ridiculous appearance exuded an unbearable life magnetic field.

"Obviously it's the child of Yao Shi, but this aura... the legacy of the gods?!"

"Hiss... you are only at the 8th level. You have not yet become a saint. You have such a strong aura of the gods. Compared with her, Her Highness the Corpse Dragon Girl, there seems to be a big gap..."

"How abnormal must its ancestors be to hatch such outstanding offspring?"

"Could this be Fengshen's parent and son? Perhaps this is the only explanation that makes sense. But Fengshen's parent and son are guaranteed to be the most holy ones, so how could they be the children of Yaoshi... It's over, it can't be explained! It doesn't make sense. !”

"But... the identity of this person from the protoss is definitely true. The God of Gray Sun... must be a very terrifying god in ancient times. It's just that he is hidden in the unknown mountains and rivers. The terrifying legends about him have not been passed down... …It must be so!”

Audiences who are good at imagining, the inadvertent gaps, and the silent form of participating in the war, have already completed the association about the God of Gray Sun.

This is a result that Ye Hanjun did not expect. Inexplicably, Mo became the child of the God of Gray Sun? Somewhat outrageous.

"Okay, okay! I finally met a good friend who can't stop staring at me!"

Mo was as happy as a 300-ton fat kid. He held his head with his arms, stared left and right, and continuously cast the "Great Disaster Evil Curse Body".

After all, it is a unique and unparalleled skill. It is naturally a huge burden to use it continuously in a short period of time.

But Mo is not afraid of these. Instead, he regards the pain that comes back to him as a reward, and he can't wait to experience the joy, and his face is filled with happiness.

Of course, he is even happier and has found like-minded friends today.

The Nine Death Cicada lost the chance to strike first and was forced to accept five glares. After that, its breastplate was completely broken and its head almost fell to the ground.

With the protection of the corpse coffin and the corpse oil lamp, it forcibly pieced the corpse together in an attempt to reverse the disadvantage.

Enthusiastic Mo immediately gave up his active attack.

It did nothing but endured dozens of violent collisions from the Nine Death Cicada. Its body was quickly in tatters, and it felt as if it was on the verge of disintegration.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I'm so happy..."

"Not only do you know how to be happy, but you also know how to reciprocate politely. You are really a very good friend!"

Mo was very moved, shed tears of blood, and was extremely excited.

It clicks on the "pain finger" and quickly synchronizes its own pain to the other person's body as much as possible.

For a moment, the limbs of the Nine-Dead Cicada twitched, obviously retaining only a little spirituality, and more like a corpse puppet that had been tempered over time.

It still made a painful scream, flapped its wings, and fiercely threw itself in front of Mo with a tragic momentum that would kill both jade and stone. (End of chapter)