Ascension

"interesting."

This was the first time that Ye Hanjun heard about the destruction of Menghua.

Referring to Mang Hao, similar candidates for clan leader must be accompanied by strong men at the Saint King level, and there cannot be only one of them.

Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, or Ye Wenfei can kill him.

This means that the combat power they have available has already reached the same level.

"In less than half an era, the members of the Death Clan have grown so fast..."

Ye Liuying smacked his lips and couldn't help but sigh:
"Not long ago, we were still under the protection of the Saint of the Ye Clan, experiencing trials and suffering tribulations."

"In the blink of an eye, our group of young kings and young emperors have all ascended to the holy throne and become the pillars of the family."

"Now, we are even pointing our swords at the gods, treating them as fish on the chopping board. The disparity in mentality here... How dreamy!"

Ye Hanjun's eyes were dazed for a moment.

Ye Yin moved his lips, his heart yearning:
"Yes, I really want to hold a grand homecoming meeting and invite all the old friends to meet."

"Just like what the Miemeng clan is doing, announce to the heavens, tell all the gods and saints that the Dark Lamp has an owner. If you want to get your hands on it, consider whether you are qualified."

"Then, the Ye clan members will no longer have to hide from place to place."

"It's because we have the support of our family and the Dark Lamp. We can go in and out of the heavens, and everyone is in awe of us..."

"The day the Dark Lantern is unsealed, it will happen!"

Ye Hanjun smiled slightly, with a gleam in his eyes:
"Relying on Muyi alone is far from enough."

"Like the Mie Meng Divine Bird, a new god holding a grand banquet, how many evil spirits are secretly spying on him?"

"My Dark Lantern has far more enemies than the Miemeng clan. Plus, with the shackles of the Sun Abyss, if I don't fight for the strongest of all the clans in the heavens, there will always be clowns jumping out to cause trouble."

……

At that time, the banquet was going on normally.

The arrival of the Miemeng Divine Bird and the Miemeng clan undoubtedly brought the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax.

Amidst countless compliments and praises, the inner circle of light suddenly collapsed.

Jingrui and Jinggu from the Elf Tomb cleared their throats and took the initiative to fly towards the throne:

"Congratulations to the Miemeng Divine Bird for ascending to the supreme divine throne. By order of the Spirit Ancestor, I present you with a Nine-Colored Elemental Divine Stone!"

"This stone is an innate thing, gathering the nine elements: gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, and darkness."

"With this divine stone, it is easy to support a large secret realm. If I use it for cultivation, it will also be of infinite benefit."

"This is a testimony to the sincere friendship between the Elven Tomb and the Heavenly Realm."

"Spirit Ancestor sincerely hopes that the Heaven Realm can interact with the Spirit Tomb in the future. If we can establish an alliance, it will definitely be a win-win situation."

"Well, Lingzu is thoughtful."

The indescribable ball of light still couldn't make out the true form of the Meng-destroying bird.

But He dropped three feathers, which at first rushed like a divine sword, but when they approached Jingrui and Jinggu, they miraculously stopped:
"Three divine feathers, as a gift to the Spirit Ancestor."

"The heavens have just restored order, and now they need allies. As a veteran tribe of gods, I am very happy to cooperate with you, Elf Tomb."

"Thank God!"

Jingrui and Jinggu were overjoyed.

They carefully put away the feathers, returned to their seats, and bowed respectfully:
"We will definitely convey the will of the gods to our Spirit Ancestor!"

"Today the gods have descended in their true form. We are filled with excitement and joy. We should drink ten cups to show our respect!"

"Gudu! Gudu!"

At this moment, not only Jingrui and Jinggu raised their glasses, but the rest of the guests in the inner circle also moved in sync.

This scene radiated to the outer circle, and the Feathered Saints such as Tengu and Bifang hurriedly grabbed the wine barrels and drank.

"Congratulations to the God of Heaven for ascending the throne. With the God of Heaven here, the Heavenly Realm will soon be free of the bad reputation of being a food desert!"

The royal family of Chili Sea, the woman in red nicknamed "Beauty Chili", picked up the exquisite wine glass and smiled like a flower:

“My grandmother always wanted to expand her business.”

"If we can purchase the specialties of the heavens and sell them to all parts of the heavens, the creatures of the heavens can enjoy the benefits, and the heavens can also enjoy different levels of taste. I hope the gods will seriously consider the possibility."

The spiritual fluctuations of the Meng-killing Divine Bird emanated slowly and gracefully:

"I have long heard of the name of the Spice Goddess. Among the crowned, no one can match Her in terms of business and money-making acumen."

"However, the Heaven Realm has just been recovered and is still in disarray."

"I want to consolidate my ruling position in the heavens. When it is as solid as a rock, I will conclude a true business cooperation with the Goddess of Fragrant Spices."

"This period of time is not particularly short. How about making an appointment for a thousand years? After a thousand years, I will bring gifts and visit Chili Sea in person. How about that?"

"Everything is subject to the will of the gods. We dare not interfere."

The beautiful Jiao drank up the wine in the glass, her cheeks flushed, and she sat back in her original seat with a slightly seductive look.

"Lord of the Heaven Realm, I represent the Golden God Mountain!"

The Hercules, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly jumped up and rushed to the throne enthusiastically.

It was visible to the naked eye that it was blocked by the divine barrier. No matter how hard it tried, it was impossible to get close to the Meng-Meng Divine Bird.

"Hehe, you are worthy of being called a god, what a strong deterrent power!"

"I don't mean anything else. My eldest brother wants to go explore the Giant Valley, but he is not sure about it and wants to find a reliable helper. Do you have any ideas?"

The voice of the Hercules General was carefree and there was no hint of alienation at all.

The huge Heavenly God Palace was suddenly in turmoil. Jingrui, Jinggu, the beautiful Jiao... representatives of the top forces all turned their attention to the Hercules General.

"Hercules, you are very brave."

"In the past two eras in Giant Valley, the tribe members have been restrained. They no longer go on expeditions like they did in the recent ancient universe. It's hard to keep them quiet."

"Why are you here at Jinshen Mountain and want to take the initiative to provoke us?"

The spiritual fluctuations of the Meng-killing Divine Bird began to be mixed with a hint of scrutiny.

The Hercules General pretended not to hear anything and said with a hearty laugh:

"There's nothing we can do. When my eldest son was young, he was pinned to the ground and rubbed by the giants. He almost lost his life."

"The Giant Valley is unusually low-key. God knows if their ancestors are dead."

"If that's the case, if we don't seize the opportunity to defeat them and wait until a new giant god is born, won't that just be asking for trouble?"

"In that case... let me think about it."

The reply from the Meng Divine Bird was unusually tactful.

"Okay, when you've made up your mind, tell me and I'll go back and tell the boss!"

The barbarian Hercules General is probably born slow.

It didn't hear the hidden meaning at all, and actually sat on the ground happily, looking like it was going to wait patiently.

"This idiot..."

Ye Liuying was speechless and couldn't help but complain:

"Planning a war between the gods is actually put on the table. Are the brains of the barbarian descendants of the gods all brawn?"

“Even if Miemeng Divine Bird has some ideas, he wouldn’t dare to agree to them right away in front of so many gods.”

"Even if you think about it with your toes, you know that this is something that should be planned secretly."

"We haven't even started yet. If the news gets out first, won't Giant Valley have enough time to fight back?"

Ye Yin lowered his head and said thoughtfully:
"I've heard before that Hercules and the God of Giants have a feud, but there's no solid evidence to prove it."

"In the second era of the Cenozoic Universe, as new species continue to emerge, the old powerful races will always be replaced. As one of the most representative mythological races in the universe, is there a possibility that the giant race will be destroyed?"

"Disaster."

Ye Hanjun disagrees:

"The Giants are keeping a low profile. I guess they are facing some tough problems."

"But Hercules is also a god who controls strength. It is extremely difficult to defeat the God of Giants in the same field."

"Going one step further, launching a race war and conducting a cleansing attack, Hercules won't have any chance unless he finds two helpers of the same level."

"Ahem! This is a banquet for the gods, don't start talking about these things right away! Fighting and killing makes the atmosphere too solemn!"

The Thirty-Six-Star Ladybug King shook his limbs and suddenly saluted towards the throne and said:
"We in Jukun Valley heard that there is a new master in the heaven, so we came to congratulate you."

"Gods above, please take a look at this list of gifts. They are all top-grade holy insect blood essences and divine insect remains. The Feather Tribe will not dislike them."

As instructed, a scroll floated towards the Meng-destroying bird.

After taking a quick glance, the Miemeng Divine Bird handed it to Miemengqin:

"Xiaoqin, write it all down."

"I recognize the kindness of those who have gone through so much trouble to reach the heaven."

"Once the heavens are stable, I will definitely visit each of the Meng clan one by one. I will not say any more words of thanks here."

"No, no, I'm so scared." The King of Thirty-Six-Starled Ladybug returned to his seat happily, as if he had received the highest praise.

"On behalf of Mushen Mountain, I would like to congratulate the God of Heaven on his ascension to the throne."

"On behalf of Yunhai, I offer my blessing to the gods..."

Lingyao and Lingshuo from Mushen Mountain, Yunwu Goddess and Guangwu Goddess from Yunhai...the representatives of the gods who were qualified to sit in the inner circle presented their treasures one after another.

In response to this, the Menggu Divine Bird will show basic courtesy and response.

But when the Holy King family in the middle circle came forward one by one to pay homage.

He stopped talking, and at most made a faint nasal sound. The difference between the two was quite obvious.

"The gods are so majestic. I can't see their faces clearly, but I can feel their incomparable aura!"

"Hehe, I have also seen the Feather Clan of God. Huoshen Mountain didn't want me before, but now I am under the command of the Miemeng Clan. We are all Feather Clan, so there must be some friendship between us, right?"

Bifang, Tiangou, Chongming Bird, Guiche Bird, Qingluan...one after another of colorful bird-shaped holy spirits lined up to meet the gods.

Ye Hanjun kept his troops in place.

His seat was at the very end. If any of the nearby saints wanted to squeeze forward, they would be glared at by the people in front, and would not be allowed to pay their respects.

Then at this moment, Ye Hanjun saw Qing Rong, who was sitting upright, suddenly stood up.

"Wow~~~"

The milky white holy light brushed across everyone's faces, and the six white wings spread out to both sides. The holy angel with a wingspan of about 20 meters immediately became the focus of the whole audience.

"It's her, the representative of the holy angels who submit to the gods..."

"Tsk, the angels are just too beautiful, they don't look like real people. Coupled with this holy aura, even the most vicious criminals won't have the urge to commit a crime..."

The saints and holy birds who had worshipped the Mie Meng divine bird had different expressions.

Among them, two-thirds are jokers.

The "angels", the supreme race that once represented the heavens, have now become so decadent.

All of God's angels have fallen, and the few remaining holy angels have to kneel at the feet of their enemies and obey their orders.

Some of the native inhabitants of heaven had mixed feelings.

The other part gloats over other people's misfortune.

They love to hear stories about the rise and fall of a business, and why would they miss the chance to kick someone when he’s down?
"Don't angels like to keep their feet off the ground? Why are you standing on the ground this time?"

"Although the floor is swept very clean, I just feel that this doesn't fit the impression of a noble angel, hahahaha..."

The mockers, the cheerful ones, the distressed ones, the sighers, the calm ones, different emotions give different flavors.

Qingrong didn't say anything, nor did he even look at any of those who were talking nonsense.

But the next moment, several flying feathers shot out, and the saint who was grinning the loudest suddenly fell down, dying with his eyes open.

"Isn't it a wise choice for the Holy Angels to be willing to rely on my Feather God Clan?"

"Since you have attached yourself to me, you are one of us. If you continue to laugh at me, do you want to go against me in destroying the Meng family?"

The great elder of the Miemeng clan, Miemeng Skull, had an old voice that echoed through the temple, the indifference in his voice was as cold as an iceberg.

The saints and holy birds, who had shown their arrogance not long ago, suddenly fell to their knees in panic:
"I dare not! Please forgive me, God! We know we are wrong!"

The Miemeng Divine Bird did not speak. The Miemeng Skull snorted coldly and continued to issue orders:
"This is a feast for the gods, meant to celebrate."

"Since you are qualified to sit here and are willing to obey the will of the gods, the death penalty can be spared...get out."

"Qiang!"

The guard stationed by the wall immediately looked fierce.

They rushed to the side of the detractors, grabbed them by the arms or wings, and threw them directly out the door.

"Thank... God for your forgiveness!"

The bruised and battered guest quickly got up and knelt down again before the door closed.

"boom!"

The heavy door of the temple closed, and the Palace of the Gods became completely quiet.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine, and the scene was so quiet and peaceful that it was hard to believe that this was a packed banquet.

"Qingrong, you are a role model for the Holy Angel Clan."

"If you can convince those holy angels who have escaped from heaven to respect me and destroy the Meng family, the Supreme of our clan will never kill them and will definitely treat them with courtesy."

Mie Mengfeng - the current head of the Mie Meng family, landed on the ground, raised his head and looked at Qing Rong's face, half serious and half sincere.

Qingrong didn't answer and just moved through the crowd.

After entering the inner circle, she passed the Haixiong clan, the Yuanfei Chicken, the Mapo sect, the sea of ​​clouds, the elf tomb, the Jukun Valley, the Mushen Mountain, the sea of ​​chili peppers... and finally stood about 500 meters away from the Mengmien divine bird.

"The angel family has a tragic fate."

“Although the destruction of the Meng family was not the main reason for our clan’s decline, it is an indisputable fact that the descendants of the God Angels died because of you.”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the six-winged holy angel Qingrong, while speaking frowning words, bent over and slammed his knees to the ground.

"Pfft!"

She actually fell to her knees, and prostrated on both knees, without a single drop of moisture!
You have to know that she is a holy angel. Even ordinary angels would never use the ritual of bowing.

Now facing Yu Zhi's deification, considering her identity as an angel, it is absolutely impossible to force her to destroy the Meng Divine Bird.

But she still knelt down. Was Qingrong really so reverent towards the new Lord of Heaven?

"That's not right. Xiao Qingrong has deviated by 30 degrees and is not facing the Great God..."

"She is actually worshipping the void. Could it be that the target she is worshipping is..."

Before Xiao Guagua could finish his words, there was a sudden loud explosion that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, as if it was going to collapse the entire palace.

"Click!!"

The body of the holy angel Qingrong was covered with cracks without any warning.

Another four wings spread out from behind her, and in an instant, ten wings burst out.

Qingrong, with her long golden wavy hair dancing wildly in the air and her eyes shining with golden light, flew up into the air.

Then, she held a huge hammer in her hand that was seriously out of proportion to her body.

Facing everyone's astonished gazes, she raised the giant hammer and smashed it straight into her own heart.

"Boom!!!"

It was a blow that created the world. The violent hurricane blew away all the seats in the venue. The Thirty-Six-Star Ladybug King, the Seven Sword Mantis Master, Jing Rui, Jing Gu, the Beautiful Pepper... all the representatives of the God Clan had stormy waves in their hearts.

Even the biggest and most honest Hercules General had his pupils wide open, so shocked that his tongue couldn't straighten out:

"Oh my god, hidden angel of God?"

"Whose ancestor is this? How come the divine fluctuations he possesses are almost the same as those of a god?"

"La-ma-sou-mo-ha--"

Whether it was a saint or a holy beast, they all heard the majestic Sanskrit sound in a moment, as if the Buddha had appeared in the world.

That kind of life magnetic field, which is not evil but strict, forces 90% of the creatures to lie on the ground as hard as they can.

In this way, the minimum distance is reached, and the dual pressure on the body and mind has room to be alleviated and resisted.

"Crash!!!"

The eleventh piece, the twelfth piece, the thirteenth piece...

There were eight more wings, like sprouts from branches, and the majestic vitality obscured the majesty of the nine heavens.

The body of Qingrong's divine angel suddenly became hazy like fog.

A bright red code appeared in front of Him. The code was flipping wildly with the wind and waves. Countless pages fell to the ground, and then blood-red ancient trees imprisoned the throne.

The mysterious ball of light representing the Meng-Meng divine bird seemed to be imprisoned in a cage, unable to escape no matter how it rushed left and right.

"I am guilty. I am sorry to my descendants and my vassals."

"But I'm not dead yet. What crime should I be punished for killing my last descendants?"

"Tear!!"

A piece of white feather suddenly turned bright red, like a bloodthirsty demon soldier, slashing at the head of the Mengmeng divine bird.

"Stab!!"

Another white feather suddenly shone like gold, blocking the three flying feathers that were coming at it at a strange angle, and was suddenly blocked and shattered.

"Divine Angel... violent form."

"The secret of the gods... Haotian Wuji!"

A point of divine light, as thin as an embroidery needle, pierced straight through the sky.

Immediately, a mushroom cloud with radiation covering an area of ​​500,000 miles suddenly exploded.

Ye Hanjun endured the stinging pain in his eyeballs and looked up at the sky. He was surprised to find that at this moment, the sky seemed to have thickness, and its width... extended infinitely! (End of this chapter)