Ascension

Ye Hanjun explained his situation in a few words.

They were all captured and taken to the Sun Abyss, and the identities of the Ye clan members were also revealed.

There is really no need to beat around the bush and hide what happened to you.

"Dual authority? Are you the human boy who dragged the Clown Emperor to be buried with him?"

Mie Quan was very surprised.

Since escaping from the Lost Sea of ​​Fog, he has also collected information about all the races in the world.

Among them, it is difficult not to notice the feud between the Red Dust Abyss and the Underworld Lamp Abyss.

The Clown King and the Light Witch God took the initiative to invade but were both buried. This result was beyond the knowledge of the world.

And the Mingdeng Ye clan, which has been inherited for 120,000 years, has another title.

The god of death in the belly, Ye Shitian, contracted with two death shaman gods and crowned two gods. How proud and proud he was.

This kid... is actually Ye Shitian's son? Then isn’t he the Son of God?

The filthy demon god and filthy demon minister who fled back to the abyss of the bad earth have widely publicized his deeds.

What about holding a Shura bow as if the God of Death had reincarnated, what about the thunder that struck the top of the sky and the calm breeze, and what about risking one's life to death without changing one's expression... It was so eloquent and clear.

One word spread to ten, and ten spread it to a hundred, and this boy became famous.

Being able to take the identity of a lowly person and kill the true fetus of the God.

This achievement was enough for the top clans to write down his name and compile his experience into a book for future generations to learn from.

"Wait, aren't you dead?"

"You have killed the Clown Emperor, how can you still survive?"

Yin Lao stretched out his fingers, trembling, his face full of shock:
"That's the Clown Emperor, the lord of the world of mortals! He's mighty and mighty!"

"You killed him and you are still alive and kicking. This is too embarrassing for the gods..."

"really."

Mie Quan nodded and said matter-of-factly:
"The Clown Emperor is a disgrace to being a god!"

"It's better to change the owner of the abyss of the world of mortals as soon as possible. He takes the initiative to attack and loses everything. The dish is picking at the feet. I can't bear to look at it."

"You can't say that, right?"

Mu Shoucong endured the burning sensation and tried to argue:
"The clan leader has planned for a long time and paid a huge price to achieve the title."

"The god-killing Shura also went through all kinds of things, was buried in heaven, and finally reborn in Nirvana."

"The suffering they endured is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"The Clown Emperor's defeat was not unjust. It is reasonable to have such a cause and effect."

"Then I don't care. In my eyes, the Lord of the Red Dust is just a fool."

Mie Fist spoke righteously, then changed the subject and said forcefully:
"Ye Shitian has two brushes, and he is worthy of being the head of the clan."

"But this kid is the monster among freaks and the king among perverts."

"Even I know that the human race's dual powers cannot be promoted to high positions. Anyone who violates this rule will definitely suffer divine punishment."

"As a result, he survived, broke taboos, and created miracles."

"The detached person mentioned by Crimson turns out to be like this. His wings are hardened, he is not controlled by heaven, and he is detached from the world."

"In the future, if I ascend the throne and achieve enlightenment with double crowns... tsk tsk tsk, a super scary big devil will probably dominate all the worlds..."

"Senior, please stop joking."

Ye Hanjun was speechless, half helpless and half sincere:

"If the title was so easy, it wouldn't be so rare."

"I still have a long way to go. In comparison, you only lack one godhead. If the time is right, you can recreate the glorious image of the Drought Demon Clan, so don't flatter me."

"Pfft, do you think godhood is easy?"

"If one of the ten false gods can attain enlightenment, he will be the chosen one, the envy of all living beings."

Mie Quan twisted his mouth and said to himself:
"I'm still far away. Let's summon the ancestor first and then make plans."

"Muyi, what do you think?"

"This kid and the family behind him are also qualified to become our alliance."

"How about letting him sign a contract with our clan? It would be a great blessing if we could be deeply bound to each other and achieve mutual success."

"I don't care, you can do whatever you want."

Muyi Hanba always acted as a listener and had no intention of worrying about it. He said calmly:
"Since Zi Yu and Tong Xia have fallen, you are the acting patriarch. Under the ancestor, you have the final say."

"When our clan is in crisis, it is a good strategy to develop strong allies. It is better to stand at the top and have vassals with evil intentions than to stand at the top. When we are at our peak, we will have more peace of mind."

"Well, then it's decided!"

Mie Quan made the decision and said with certainty:

"Sayako, when you see Fo Ge and Chao Lu, choose one of them to be the contracted spirit."

"They are both pure-blood Drought Demons, born in recent times. One is brave and good at fighting, and the other has a clear mind. They are both top-notch generals of our clan. Joining forces with you can be regarded as a strong alliance."

"Respected Acting Chief of the Hanba Clan."

Mu Shoucong rolled his eyes and said hesitantly:
"As far as I know, you didn't seem to have signed a contract with humans in the ancient universe?"

"I made a promise twice today to divide the few Hanbao bloodlines. If your ancestor comes back... he won't be angry, right?"

"He..."

Mie Quan raised his head and thought carefully:

"Actually, He is very afraid of trouble. He always keeps an eye out for these messy things."

"So, don't worry."

"Although our clan is a zombie clan, our loyalty and commitment are more reliable than you think."

"Then we have no worries."

Mu Shoucong patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Don't blame me for talking too much. According to legend, the goddess Ba is moody and very scary."

"It would be bad if the God-killing Shura of our clan suffers from this and becomes estranged from each other."

"senior."

Ye Hanjun ignored Mu Shoucong's words and stared straight at Mie Quan:
"Buddha Song and Morning Dew, what's the rank?"

Without even thinking about it, Mie Quan replied:

"They are all the most holy achievements."

Lord Yehan was thoughtful and continued to ask:

"I heard that the Hanbao clan is born with longevity and is hard to die the day after tomorrow, so they can span many eras and witness the rise and fall of history."

"But correspondingly, the scarcity of numbers and slow growth are also shortcomings that cannot be ignored. Looking at it now, is it true?"

"Yes."

Mie Quan nodded and said calmly:

"When our clan was at its peak, the number of clan members never exceeded a hundred corpses."

"Unless there are any accidents, it will grow once every one or two epochs on average, which is normal."

"The opportunity is so good that it will explode. The fastest and fastest. If you reach the Holy Perfection in two and a half eras, you will be recorded in the history of your family and your glory will last forever."

"If so, can I switch the target of the contract?"

Ye Hanjun said calmly and took the initiative to explain:
"I can't wait that long, and I might not even live that long."

"With my power, I can bind contracts across ranks."

"How about we get it right in one step, sign it directly with you, and use our sword to become a god?"

"what?"

Mie Quan was stunned for a moment, his big fierce eyes filled with disbelief:
"What did you say? You want to sign a contract with us?"

"This is the first time I have heard such a straightforward request in all my years."

"You're a young man, but you're very ambitious."

"You haven't become a saint yet, but you've already begun to look towards being a god and a crowned person. Who gave you the confidence, clown emperor?"

Mie Quan put away his surprised look, raised a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, and laughed openly:
"Let me make it clear. There are seven fetuses of the gods who died at the hands of the ancestor of our clan."

"A guy like the Clown Emperor is not worthy of licking the feet of our ancestor. Don't think you can prove something by killing him."

"Don't dare."

Ye Hanjun said calmly:

"But we are also drought demons, why can't we cooperate?"

"Is it because your experience has been too rough and you are used to being alone, so you don't like to be restrained?"

"Maybe."

Mie Quan did not answer directly, but chuckled lightly, and the blazing majesty of mythology suddenly burst out from his body:

"You can come and try."

"I will stand here without resistance or submission. If you can imprint your mark on my blood and cooperate with you, that would be a good idea."

"it is good!"

Ye Hanjun's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. He did not show any timidity, but took it seriously.

Since it can break the shackles of equality, the power given by the pioneer leader is so powerful.

But after all, Ye Hanjun has never tried a contract across ranks. If he doesn't try it, he will feel itchy.

"Crash!!"

He lowered his left index and middle fingers down between his brows.

After holding his breath and concentrating, eliminating all distracting thoughts, and clarifying his current beliefs, ten avatars of Yama appeared outside his body. Wind and thunder, fire medicine, gold and steel, Bin Leng, wok soup...the ten hells are filled with the aura of life, death and plunder. They are majestic and frightening.

"It can indeed suppress the ordinary zombie clan."

"But to me...it doesn't make any sense!"

Mie Fist grinned, and his sharp fangs were extremely clear.

As he said, he did not take the initiative to resist or obey, but just normalized it to welcome this new experience, which was the only one in the corpse life.

"Crash!!!"

A drop of blood shining with golden light was frozen between the two fingers.

Lord Ye Han froze. No matter how he gathered his will, he could not point his finger at the Mie Fist and press it.

In perception, that guy is like an unattainable mountain, already standing tall against the sky.

But standing at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't even see the peak. The Huanghuang Mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and being able to keep his legs from getting weak was already a manifestation of great perseverance and great talent.

"Hahaha, can't you?"

"Let me tell you, I am halfway to becoming a god. Apart from being able to make a contract with someone with the highest rank, who else below the highest rank can be connected to my destiny?"

Mie Quan looked up to the sky and laughed, with a smile that was three parts proud and seven parts arrogant.

Yin Lao, Yang Lao, Mu Shoucong, Yeliu Ying—all were silent.

To be honest, they didn't find it funny.

Lord Yehan alone dared to try, and his courage was enough to leave the others far behind.

"Since half-step to become a god is not enough, the standard Holy Perfection is always possible, right?"

Ye Hanjun gave up his unrealistic ideas, glanced at Mie Quan, and locked eyes with Muyi Hanba:

"Senior Muyi, if I have to choose a drought demon to sign a contract, I would actually choose you."

"There is a fate between you and me. It is not easy to meet in the corpse cave."

"I?"

Muyi Hanba was startled, then shook his head and said:
"I don't have long to live. I will beg for nothing and persist until the ancestor returns. That will be the end of this life."

"The imprint of the human race is very precious, and you are a dual-authority person. Don't waste your time with me."

"However, my power can increase life span..."

Ye Hanjun pinched the golden blood on his fingertips, and his hair danced in the wind, like a banished immortal coming out of the dust:

"I know you are old and approaching the end of your life."

"You may have taken too much of the ordinary holy medicine, and it won't help at all."

"But my power is different. By swallowing blood essence and containing spirit essence, I can repair wounds and even extend my life."

"Think about it, I can extend your life, and you can survive and live well."

"Eh? Are you serious about this?"

Before Mu Yi could answer, Mie Quan couldn't stand still.

He suddenly stared with a strange look in his eyes, and said eagerly:
"Are you really sure you can extend Mu Yi's lifespan?"

"His deficit is different from that of other creatures. In all the worlds, only a hundred thousand-year-old magic medicine can help him."

"If you have a chance of winning, no matter what, I will join your camp and give Mu Yi some good advice."

"The fist of destruction..."

Muyi Hanba opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

In his twinkling eyes, it was no longer completely calm, but gradually there were waves.

"Don't underestimate Mu Yi."

"The ancestor has guarded the Sun Abyss for a hundred thousand years, and there are sixteen generals under him, all of whom have reached the realm of holy perfection."

"Among them, Zi Yu and Tong Xia, who are ranked first and second, have great opportunities. They are all half-steps to become gods."

"Muyi is ranked third, and he is said to be the best among the gods. Fourth, fifth, and sixth. Even if they are added together, they can't beat him."

Mie Quan licked the tip of his tongue and took the initiative to tell the ancient racial secrets:
"At his peak, Mu Yi's performance was unrivaled!"

"He reached the perfect state of the Holy Saint and became a god halfway through hunting!"

"No matter how much time he spent, he succeeded. The day he dragged his body back to the tribe, he had countless admirers in the tribe!"

"It's just luck."

Muyi Hanba shook his head:

"It is seriously injured and must fight with me."

"Although my rank is not as good as it, it is difficult for me to die. I fought hard and won the final victory by luck."

"What difference does it make?"

Mie Quan said contemptuously:
"The human race has a saying that is right. Luck is also a part of strength and is very important."

"The younger generations like Fo Ge and Chao Lu may not know you, but Shi Qiong and I are of the same generation and the same clan, don't we know you very well?"

"It is entirely possible for you to achieve the realm of false gods, and you will even obtain the godhead of the underworld more easily than Zi Yu and Tong Xia."

"But by mistake, you miss opportunities again and again, which is a manifestation of misfortune."

"Later, you took over the task of "Corpse" and thought that protecting the flesh and blood of the ancestor was of great importance and you had to do it. "

"You adhered to this mission willingly, and hundreds of thousands of years passed in a blink of an eye."

"Looking back, isn't this a blessing? All the other tribesmen who stayed in the Sun Abyss died, but you survived and have new possibilities."

Mie Quan looked directly into Muyi Hanba's eyes and said with extreme seriousness:
"Third brother, let me ask you, are you really willing to step into the underworld and be buried in the abyss in the holy and perfect state?"

"I remember clearly how high-spirited you were when you were young and how leisurely you were when you were young."

"Now, even I have been promoted to half-step to becoming a god."

"If your lifespan is extended and you can fight again and strive to become a god, what's not to do?"

"I……"

Muyi Hanba's expression fell into a trance again, his consciousness was blurred, and his energy flew away:
"If I still had longevity to squander, how could I stand there, hanging my head, waiting for death..."

"I have longed for countless times to stand next to the ancestor and stand shoulder to shoulder with him..."

"Sayoko, come on!"

Mie Fist suddenly appeared behind Lord Ye Han and slapped him in the back painfully.

He was very calm just now and did not agree with Ye Hanjun's "daring" idea.

Now, he is more anxious than Lord Ye Han, fearing that one of the two parties will change his mind and something will happen again.

"My third brother should not die in a lonely way. He will either die on the battlefield or rise above the heavens. There is no third possibility!"

"Sayoko, sign him quickly!"

"If you succeed, the Hanba clan and the Mingdeng Ye clan will watch over each other, and the Sun Abyss will be your second home!"

"boom!!"

Ye Hanjun remained silent and responded with practical actions.

I saw the golden blood shining on Muyi Hanba's body.

His arm and Muyi Hanba's flesh and blood gradually became connected with bloodshot threads.

"Following Ajifla, Mo, and Juexian, this is the fourth mark of the "Ten Palaces of Hell". "

"The contract recipient's real name is Mu Yi."

"There is no need to mention your past. Let the past unfold and forget about the past."

"The unfulfilled wish of the ancient universe, the second era of the new universe, I will work hard with you..."

“Shuashuashua!!!”

The golden glow instantly overshadowed the blazing golden sun overhead.

Lord Ye Han's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly saw with helpless eyes that the clones of the King of Hell beside him were shattered one by one.

The ten hells were in chaos for a moment because they suddenly lost their controller.

With the chaotic aura of murderous intent wandering between heaven and earth, Yin Lao, Yang Lao, Mang Hao, Ye Liuying... pulled away and retreated.

"puff!"

Lord Ye Han vomited blood, his chest felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, his internal organs were cracked and his internal organs were damaged.

His aura suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, and his bright eyes suddenly became depressed.

"The Holy Perfection...the God's Legacy...is it still too much for me?"

Ye Hanjun swept away the fatigue from his eyes, pressed the tip of his tongue to steady his mind, and used perseverance to promote the spread of bloodshot eyes.

This is the first time that a serious accident occurred during the contract process.

But the contract has not been interrupted and is still in progress.

"Muyi, don't hesitate!"

"This kid broke the taboo and is a miracle in himself!"

"The possibility of you getting a glimpse of the divine way with him is better than being alone with a corpse, right?"

Mie Fist could not participate in the contract. He was worried that his aura would affect one person and one corpse, so he used the Crimson Wheel to distance himself.

From a distance, he was shouting loudly, looking anxious as if he had lost the authority that the Drought Demon Clan should have.

"Forget it, let's try it again."

In Muyi Hanba's turbid pupils, it was as if the clouds and mist were parted to see the blue sky, one moment clear, the other moment deep.

He took the initiative to embrace the bloodshot body, and the dense blood drowned him.

At the same time, right on Lord Ye Han's right chest, a fiery blue corpse claw mark slowly condensed into his true body. (End of chapter)