Ascension

The person hiding in the darkness was clearly a woman.

Ye Hanjun couldn't see her face clearly, but he could only catch a glimpse of her graceful figure. She seemed to be standing in the fog, shrouded in haziness and full of mystery.

Night colorful clothes!
It’s definitely Ye Nishang!

At a distance of dozens of meters, this breath blended with darkness, no matter how it sublimates and transforms, its essential source is the power fluctuation of the "Lord of the Dark Night" - Ye Hanjun cannot be wrong!
"you……"

"……who is it?"

The woman holding a broken black blade had a cold expression on her face, but suddenly a flaw appeared on her face.

It was like a blazing fire that melted a corner of her veil.

Just three short words, and paused again and again.

The mumbling in the dream is nothing more than this.

"The 72nd Young Emperor of the Mingdeng Ye Clan."

Reflected in the dazzling firelight, Ye Hanjun's eyes were burning and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"impossible!"

Ye Nishang's eyes were filled with ripples, changing again and again.

This time, the murderous intent almost became a substance, hanging in the air, like a guillotine that was about to draw blood, slashing down with a loud bang.

"Oh!"

Ye Hanjun dodged sideways, and at the same time, Lie Xinxin behind him summoned a fire dragon to force back the strange black broken blade again.

"Lord of the Dark Night, passive power, Dark Night Outfit..."

"Initiative power, the grace of the night..."

"The Dharma-like heaven and earth, the endless dark night..."

"Sister Nishang, it is indeed unexpected that we meet here, but can you please not kill each other? Our goals should be the same."

Ye Hanjun pulled back quickly. In a flash, he grabbed a strand of severed hair, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"How can a dead person come back to life?"

Ye Nishang did not pursue, but suddenly walked out of the darkness and no longer hid her figure.

In an instant, eight huge black wings appeared like the spread wings of a fallen angel, extremely gorgeous and shocking.

"Crash!"

Ye Hanjun did not see any familiar contracted spirits, such as the black phoenix bird, the black dragon turtle, or the black hole centaur. Not a single one.

But he saw that Ye Nishang's right eye had a torn eye socket, and the normal flesh and blood eyeball in the center had disappeared. Instead, a round life form had taken over the eye's nest.

Its interior showed radiating black spots. As Ye Nishang emerged from the darkness, the black spots became more and more numerous, until finally, the entire sphere was filled with black, leaving no trace of space.

"Chi chi chi!!"

The dark elements in the space were completely boiling. Under Ye Hanjun's feet, his personal shadow suddenly came to life, squirming and turning into a ghost, wanting to part ways with its master.

"Eye of the Dark Elf...Soldier Beast?"

"What a strange shape. It is actually integrated with the human body and combined with a series of sensory organs..."

"It even has a very faint trace of divinity. The source of its bloodline may be very particular..."

Ye Hanjun was amazed and murmured:
"Sister Nishang, it seems you have had some adventures over the years."

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be just a little bit away from becoming a saint."

"With this growth rate, looking at the family tree, there are only a few who can match it in the past hundreds of thousands of years..."

"Are you really that person?"

A trace of confusion appeared in Ye Nishang's left eye, and the frost on her flawless face melted away.

Whether it is the information about the authority or the fourth contracted spirit, they are all top-notch private secrets.

This person is as clear as seeing through fire. How could he do that unless he knows the ins and outs of it?

"The calamity of the dark lantern, the invasion of the mortal world, and the sea of ​​clouds join hands."

"That person should die under the heavenly calamity and bury the Clown King with his own flesh and blood..."

Ye Nishang murmured to herself, but the broken blade in her hand never fell again.

Ye Hanjun knew that he had no power to defend himself, so he simply summoned his contracted spirit.

When the little kid stood on his shoulder, Ye Nishang fell silent, his eyes shaking constantly, as if a raging wave was rising in them.

"You survived, crossed the heavenly calamity, and created miracles of the past and present?"

"This is really... the best news I have ever heard..."

"This matter will be discussed later."

Ye Hanjun shook his head. He didn't want to have a long conversation all night in this ghost place.

"Sister Nishang, let's go and save Ye Mochou quickly, or else something bad will happen."

"it is good!"

Ye Nishang is a typical person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much. It is difficult to stir up her emotions and ruin her mood.

After a brief moment of distraction, she regained her composure, the eight wings on her back flashed lightly, and she led the way, sprinting straight towards the light source.

"Shh!"

Ye Hanjun retrieved Guagua and chased after him.

The space inside the dungeon is extremely large. There is a strong smell of blood when you first enter, but upon careful inspection, you cannot find a single drop of blood.

There must have been many lives that died tragically here and then had all traces wiped out.

Although the resentment and negative energy accumulated in every corner cannot be captured by the naked eye, the instinct derived from power has already deeply touched people.

"Wow!"

It was as bright as day ahead, and it became brighter as we got closer.

Ye Nishang's figure became clearer and clearer as she flew at high speed. Correspondingly, her control over the dark elements was rapidly declining.

Catwoman mentioned that in order to ensure that the remnants of the Dark Lantern could not escape, Haixiong clan carefully designed a mechanism.

The seal of light used deep in the dungeon is specifically used to restrain the Ye family's inherited authority.

The connected ice seal is used to freeze Ye Mochou's life and perception, leaving him no chance to think.

From a distance, Ye Hanjun saw the huge block of ice.

Its shape is like a cluster of upright ice crystal prisms, sparkling under the light.

However, Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang's expressions changed almost at the same time.

They accelerated at the same time and rushed to the front of the icicle.

When he stopped, frost spread between his brows and endless black mist rose from his body.

The other one's robe fluttered, with ten hells expanding outside his body, and an unprecedented murderous intent, like the god of death drawing the knife from his scabbard.

"What a Haixiong clan... What a Haixiong clan..."

"If I don't kill this clan in this lifetime, I, Ye Nishang, will not be able to call myself Ye!"

After she finished speaking, Ye Nishang swung the broken blade in her hand violently.

With a "chi" sound, the tip of the blade hit the ice, and a crack spread on it.

Ye Nishang didn't care and slashed out with the second and third swords...

Until the edge of the broken blade became bumpy and the huge block of ice finally broke into pieces.

"Snap! Snap! Snap! ..."

One naked corpse after another fell to the ground along with the ice chips.

Ye Hanjun took a few steps forward, then suddenly squatted down, concentrating all his perception on his palms.

However, when he placed his palm on the abdomen of the male corpse and then wandered between the chest and head, the last glimmer of hope was finally shattered.

Ye Mochou...is dead!
The "super spirituality" that comes from the symbiotic power of the "Ten Kings of Hell" and the "Pioneer Leader" has a strong insight into negative emotions such as death, pain, despair, hatred, as well as the spirits of hell and the underworld.

From the moment he approached, Ye Hanjun didn't detect any trace of life.

He could use words like "the freezing formation is special" to temporarily deceive himself.

But when the ice broke and the corpse fell, the paleness of the body and the pain on the face, everything proved that Ye Mochou was dead!
"The Haixiong Clan...is the news it released to the outside world false?"

"Or...we are too late after all, and Ye Mochou couldn't bear the torture and ended his life?"

Ye Hanjun's voice suddenly became hoarse. He looked around and saw the White Bird Demon, Medicine Demon, Fission Snake Demon, and other brilliant spirits among the ice debris on the ground... Aren't they Ye Mochou's contracted spirits?
Their bodies were much larger than before, but they were all dead, their bodies were tattered, their souls were empty, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

"Is this Ye Si?"

"He did follow Ye Mochou and leave Mingdeng as a guardian."

"After more than a thousand years of destruction and reconstruction, I finally achieved the status of a saint." "I haven't even had time to enjoy my life, and now I am dying in this isolated place. What a humiliation..."

Ye Nishang and Ye Hanjun worked together to sort out the frozen corpse.

They arranged the human corpses and the corpses of the spirits separately, and then confirmed that Ye Mochou was most likely captured in one fell swoop.

He and the guardians around him were all captured and suffered endless torture before their death, leaving their corpses in a horrible state.

"Perhaps, Haixiong clan just wants Ye Mochou to die."

"The dead 'remnants of the Dark Lantern' are also the best gift. Give it to the goddess in exchange for an alliance..."

Ye Nishang whispered as she collected the corpses one by one into her ring and stored them carefully.

When she stood up, her gentle expression was gone. She looked at the devastation and said coldly:
"Mr. Han, how many combat units do you have?"

"Not much, but slaughtering one or two Saint Kings... is like pouring soup over snow!"

Ye Hanjun twisted his neck and moved his wrists and ankles, his voice equally cold.

He understood what Ye Nishang wanted to do, and that was exactly what he wanted to do!

"I can't kill Haixiong clan by myself, I can only rescue them by trickery..."

"Waiting patiently for an opportunity, but this is the result..."

Ye Nishang spread out her hands, and suddenly shadows gathered and took shape in her left and right hands.

Her voice became softer and softer, and the solemnity of her words became as fierce as a tidal wave:
"It's not that our clan's crowned emperor cannot die in an accident, nor can it be that he cannot be murdered."

"But, we are of the same blood, share the same title of emperor, and have the same aspirations within the clan. How can we tolerate this situation?"

"boom!!"

A completely pitch-black left hand and a completely pitch-black right hand floated on both sides of Ye Nishang, and the sharp claws on the fingertips were shocking.

They all exude a strong aura of holy beasts, faintly echoing the Eye of the Dark Elves.

Is this Ye Nishang's trump card? She dared to break into the dungeon alone, is this what she relies on?
"Kacha!"

At the entrance of the dungeon, a beast's shadow suddenly moved.

The beast was extremely fat, and with just a few steps, it easily crossed a distance of tens of thousands meters.

"Oh my, there really is a mouse that has sneaked into our territory~~~"

"Let me guess, you two, could it be that you are also the remnants of the Dark Lantern?"

The giant beast stopped and its shape was revealed.

The terrifying bear is a sacred beast among the barbarians. It controls the laws of power and life. It has a fierce temperament and is extremely brave and unparalleled.

Its owner undoubtedly possessed the S-rank authority of "Terror Bear Warrior" and was a pure member of the Terror Bear clan.

"Hai Xiong Shier Lang... Hai Xiong clan's second in command..."

Ye Nishang seemed to have slightly more information than Ye Yin. She recognized this person's identity at a glance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her murderous intent surged.

"Not bad, not bad, you have some good sense."

Twelve Bear Twelve laughed sharply and punched the bear on the back. His teasing expression turned completely cruel:
"Since you have come to my clan, it would be great if you could throw yourself into the dungeon and stay here forever!!"

"By the way, Little Mochou lasted for ten years in my hands, and finally committed suicide in exchange for so-called face."

"I want to see whether you two little mice can hold out longer than him, or whether you are even worse off?"

"Roar!!"

The most holy and perfect Xiong used a move called "Sky-Rising Force" to plow a bottomless gully out of the iron-made floor.

It roared loudly, its whole body burning with "terrifying fighting spirit". Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang dodged on the left and right, not daring to fight back at all.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

"You are not even a saint, yet you dare to invade my territory? You are so brave!"

With a loud noise, Twelve Younger Bear summoned three more contracted spirits.

A mutated "War Bear King", an eyeless "Skeleton Demon Bear", a fist-sized "Purple Gold Fighting Bear" - all of them are the Great Saints!

Then—a medium-sized Skeleton Demon Bear swallowed the Purple Gold Fighting Bear.

The largest war bear king then swallowed the bulging belly of the skeleton demon bear.

With a loud bang, the War Bear King underwent a profound transformation. Harder bones grew on his head, and his body also grew by leaps and bounds. His bulging muscles were able to crush the Holy Saint Xu Yin to death with just one arm at any time.

"How about my bear stacking tactic?"

"Three superpositions are enough to rival the perfection of the Supreme Saint!"

Haixiong Twelve Lang was obviously a warlike person. His voice became louder and louder, and the self-confidence on his face was like a nightmare that covered the sky and the sun.

But this is still not his full strength, it is just the combination of his spirit followers. As the leader of a spirit follower, power is king!

The terrifying bear Twelve Lang threw out two bloody fists in succession. In just a moment, the bodies of the two bears expanded further, and the empty dungeon was completely covered with their stench.

"Come on, come on, let me see how powerful the Mingdeng Ye clan is!"

"After more than 100,000 years of inheritance, how much of your heritage do you have left? It can't be so little that you sneaked in like a little mouse, right?"

Twelve Bear King pounded the armor on his chest and raised the iron knife in his hand. The bear under him roared to the sky, and the sound waves of destruction swept in all directions.

"Old man, are you alone?"

Ye Hanjun did not rush to counterattack. He used Lie Xinxin's fire protection again and again to block the offensive.

He was observing the enemy's contracted spirits, and at the same time, was looking for a breakthrough and determining a winning strategy.

"Oh my, you arrogant little brat! I'm going to blow your organs apart!"

A fierce light suddenly flashed in the eyes of Twelve Young Bears, and the Terror Bear under his seat actually teleported out of thin air, directly rushed forward a distance of a thousand meters, and appeared behind Ye Hanjun.

"You are the only one left, so please go and die."

Ye Hanjun did not turn around, but summoned the Ten Directions Yama Palace at the cost of sacrificing one of his clones.

Afterwards, the hell cage opened, and the four beasts, Jintiandan, Jintianpi, Liesheng, and Lieyanmu Shoucong, rushed out together.

According to the pre-made plan, they did not act as the attackers, but instead used their own fire energy and light energy as backup energy and injected them into Lie Xinxin's body.

"Well, I'm a little full, so I'll practice with the big guy."

Lie Xinxin smiled sweetly and suddenly reverted to the form of Sister Lieyang.

The little sun on her neck enlarged infinitely, and in the blink of an eye, a sun was hanging above her head. The broken ice on the ground turned into snow water and evaporated at the speed of light. When she looked again, not a drop of liquid survived.

"Shh!"

Ye Nishang wanted to take action, but the extremely terrifying high temperature covered the sky, so she had to stop and try her best to hide in the only shadow.

During this interval, Lie Xinxin's momentum further increased.

In a trance, whether it was the three-in-one War Bear King or the Horror Bear, even if they had the power to protect them, they could at most keep pace with her and there was no possibility of truly surpassing her.

"Such a blazing fire attribute. I seem to have heard of this kind of life form somewhere..."

Terrified Bear Twelve Lang opened his eyes wide and was distracted for a moment.

Lie Xinxin smiled, and chopped with his right hand. The golden sun turned into a toothed wheel, spinning at high speed and cutting downwards.

"Stab!!"

The moment of contact, the War Bear King's arm flew out, and there was no charred wound on the cross-section, but it was covered with golden color.

The dense sunlight and fire of the sun turned into substantial liquid, penetrating and penetrating into every pore.

"I'm quite capable, but... it's still not enough!"

Twelve Lang the Scary Bear hooked his finger, and his broken arm flew up and attached itself to the Scary Bear's body, becoming its fifth limb.

There was a hint of amusement in Lie Xinxin's mental fluctuations, as if she didn't hear anything.

She just uttered the word "explosion" softly.

The arm that had just been reattached suddenly exploded, and the movement was so fast that even Ye Hanjun couldn't react.

"Ulala! Hwaa ...

There was a scorching sun shower from the sky, and every drop of blood containing the power of the sun was more terrifying than magma.

They kept dripping, and Ye Nishang lost her last hiding space.

She was forced to gather her power and calm the fluctuations of the dark elements.

Unexpectedly, by doing this, she is no longer the opposite of light in the sense of the law. The sun will naturally not treat her as an object of automatic attack, but will slightly avoid her and give her a safe area.

"Son of God, I will unleash my strongest attack and inflict as much damage as possible on these two stupid bears."

"I'll leave the finishing blow to you guys. This is the limit of my ability..."

In the spiritual world, Lie Xinxin’s voice is real.

Ye Hanjun looked around and immediately rushed to a corner. The mark on his abdomen lit up and a cross lightning sword was firmly grasped in his palm. (End of this chapter)