"Boom!!"

Ye Hanjun's eyes once again turned to extreme black.

The Darkest Abyss appeared beneath his feet, quickly enveloping a large area around him, then devouring the few rays of light.

"Roaring ......"

Little Flame Demon is going crazy.

It was leaning against the wall, and even if it couldn't retreat, at least it still had a hint of faith in struggling.

Now the two strands are trembling, one lying on the ground, and suddenly become a salted fish at the mercy of it.

Those fears, those fears, have long filled the soul.

Although the flames in the skull are still burning, they can be placed in the abyss, and the texture tends to be gray, which looks even more helpless and pitiful.

"The demon god is above, I am a descendant of the Ye clan, and I want to sign a contract with the demon clan today."

"In my heart, the demon clan is an important branch of thousands of species, relatively close to the source of sin and darkness, and has an indispensable position."

"Because of this, the world is born of fear more than love, and rightly so."

"Although...... My ambition is not to be ambitious, not to be magnificent, everything is free. ”

"But I will never be dishonored, as a 'demon attendant', I will serve the devil with my hand, help it thrive, and help it climb to the top...... This expectation will never be disappointed! ”

Distracting thoughts are emptied, and thoughts are cut off.

Ye Hanjun adhered to his heart, and when he muttered to himself, he was like falling into a no-man's land.

This is the mindfulness process that every family member must go through when performing the contract ceremony, and it must not be sloppy or careless.

And such a voice cannot be understood by outsiders, only the initiator can understand what he is talking about, without any concealment, just follow his own heart.

"Boom!!"

The area covered by the Darkest Abyss suddenly skyrocketed.

Within a radius of one kilometer, whether they were in a state of hunting or hiding in the dirt to sleep peacefully, all the clay sculptures trembled, and instinctively lay on their stomachs, not daring to move.

Even if it is the womb of the sunshine, although they are not lying on their stomachs.

But they looked left and right cautiously, as if they had encountered a natural enemy who could kill them, and they were all kinds of suspicious, but they didn't dare to run away indiscriminately.

"Wow-"

The flowers of Manrolan that can only be seen in the land of the Absolute Yin are in full bloom in the midst of the Night Cold.

The petals of this flower are slender and soft, like ripe ears of wheat.

But it's not golden, but pink with endless enchantment, which makes people dizzy.

"Wow-"

A blood-red beam of evil light seemed to shoot down from the underworld.

A rich bloody aura spread out, surrounding Ye Hanjun's body, and he never left an inch.

"Roar!"

"Roar!!"

In the sea of flowers, under the blood light, the back of the Night Hanjun dragged on for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, his shadow turned into one monster after another with teeth and claws, but he couldn't make out his full form.

Some are strong and mighty, like a standing demon bull, like a roaring lion tiger, fierce and monstrous.

Some are hideous and twisted, like a crawling snake demon, like a smiling witch, evil and awe-inspiring.

Some of them are sluggish, like petrified rock demons, like meditating monks and Buddhas, and they are old and serious.

……

These strange shadows are like phantoms woven by dreams, and they are like ghosts of the dead that come from the end of time.

They stood behind the Night Chiller, laughing, calm, angry, and indifferent...... Expressions were mixed.

Ye Hanjun was unconscious.

In his eyes, only the golden light was reflected between his fingers, which could not be concealed no matter what.

- Contract Imprint.

This is the first contract mark belonging to the "Demon Attendant", brand-new, pure, and flawless!

With it, it is theoretically possible to contract all breeds of demons.

As long as the corresponding target does not ascend to Xiazhao, it is still at the rank of the clay sculpture fetus.

And those low-level and medium-level powers, at most, can control the clay sculpture Xiaocheng and clay sculpture Dacheng, and it is difficult to have direct contractual ability for the consummation of clay sculpture, which is not valid for him.

Demon Acolyte - B-Rank!

Even if it is a lineage of the Night Clan, he can take the initiative to awaken the inheritance authority, and he is a B-level bloodline descendant from the beginning, he can also be called the "Young King of the Night Clan".

Only the "Innate Crown Prince" corresponding to the highest A-level can suppress his edge, otherwise he will be dazzling and radiant among his peers!

"...... Uproar"

The unfazed Night Hanjun raised his hand, and the golden blood droplets suddenly dissolved.

Hundreds of golden blood strands spread out, one end linking to his arm.

The other end was like a tree vine, climbing inch by inch along the trajectory of nothingness to the center of the brow of the Doomsday Messenger.

"First Contract...... Stamping! ”

Boom –

If there is a sound in the heart, it must be deafening.

The phantom shadows of the fangs and claws disappeared, and the blood light that filled the air disappeared without a trace.

Even the flowers of the mandala that are in full bloom are like snow shining on the sun, withering and withering silently.

Ye Hanjun gradually lost hearing the noise of the outside world.

Whether it was Xiao Yan's trembling demons or the little tadpole's babbling curiosity, he could no longer enter his cochlea.

World...... Silence!

In the endless darkness, a drop of golden blood seemed to fall, followed by ripples one after another.

Ye Hanjun silently felt the changes that belonged to the law of contract, deep in his heart, but he was not absolutely sure.

As he approached the Doomsday, he had confirmed that this masochistic creature could indeed make him feel good.

This means that this guy has demonic blood in his body, which can match his authority.

But......

If this kindness is compared, compare it to the "Dog Demon", "Bat Wing Demon" and "Fire Demon" that I have seen this day......

In the dark, it is imprinted with an indelible sense of contradiction.

It's like a flawless piece of jade, a crack breaks out, and most of the original beauty is lost.

Combined with the "qualification appraisal", Ye Hanjun found the reason.

The Doomsday Messenger is not a pure demon, and the Chaos Seal it possesses, in addition to "Hell", there is also "Calamity".

"Hell" - This kind of spirit is only too rare in the giant frog pond, and in the environment of the abyss, it is often the ruler of the dominant side, and there are countless subordinate creatures that reproduce or dominate.

"Calamity" - This kind of spirit can only be said to be "rare" in terms of quantity, far less "super rare" than the pure spirit.

But in terms of particularity, it does not let too much, and it also has a well-known position when looking at the entire spiritual world.

Its birth is more complicated, and there are respected old scholars who say that the calamity beast is born and raised, and it is the side of the will of heaven and earth that is tyrannical and breeds the destroyer.

There are also supreme people who are close to the crown who swear and repeatedly emphasize.

He had witnessed a runaway wind elemental spirit, and the Chaos Seal had changed from a "Yuan" to a "Calamity".

Just a few days of wandering in his territory, a terrible storm occurred, which left tens of millions of people from their homes and hundreds of millions of souls without their homes and lives.

The Night Chill Lord doesn't know about the origin and truth of the "Spirit of Calamity".

But he knew that there were very few people in this world who could truly see the nature of the Great Calamity Beast and survived like the morning star.

Even if you are the strongest, if you finally encounter a disaster beast that has not yet become a complete disaster, you will find that it is difficult for the disaster beast to communicate and run-in.

They occupy a big advantage in the rank, and they can't be forcibly subdued.

At this moment, will Ye Hanjun definitely succeed?

Let alone...... It's still a double print!

In the world of the spirits, the Chaos Seal represents the most central bloodline of the species, and often has a singularity.

It is already extremely difficult to be able to change the day after tomorrow, from the original seal to another seal.

It is inconceivable that two imprints coexist, with two bloodlines at the same time, whether they are innate or acquired, whether they weaken each other or strengthen each other.

"Tick-"

In the endless dark world, the ripples gradually turned into raging waves.

The Night Chill Lord saw the Doomsday Messenger lying on the ground.

At some point, the white three-eyed crow landed on its shoulder, and the three blood-red eyes stared at the eyes of the Night Hanjun.

"You...... Would you like to be friends with me? ”

"I want the suffocating, desperate pain, day after day, year after year, forever and ever......"

The Doomsday Messenger seemed to realize something, and his madness weakened a lot, and his lips muttered.

"Okay."

Ye Hanjun never took his eyes off, boldly staring at the three-eyed crow.

While feeling the coldness and ruthlessness in its eyes, he solemnly agreed:

"If you are willing to be by my side, then I will do my best to satisfy you."

"That'...... That's a ...... That's great! ”

The Doomsday Messenger smiled in relief.

"Buzz—"

His soul trembled, and Ye Hanjun was shocked to realize that the most difficult step in concluding the contract had been crossed so smoothly.

So......

The last step is to give a name?

Ye Hanjun thought about it for a while, and said in a matter-of-fact manner:

"You have a double seal, a double sex, and it is difficult to define the height of your future."

"Actually, I don't know if it's good or bad for me to contract a spirit with a calamity."

"After all, I'm a 'demon acolyte', not a calamity acolyte."

"But since you are willing, and the contract can be concluded, then I will put aside my scruples and give it a try."

"Let's just call you 'Mo'."

"This is your name, given by me ......"

……

The golden light bloomed at the bottom of the pupil, and the extreme darkness accompanied the extreme light, and the whole person became radiant.

In the spiritual world, beams of light that are so bright that they can't look directly at them soar into the sky.

The real world, slowly wriggling bloodshots, suddenly manic.

They all sank into the Doomsday's eyebrows, but they flew out halfway through the Doomsday's eyebrows, and then fell into the three-eyed crow's eyebrows.

Ye Hanjun was slightly surprised.

He originally thought that the Three-Eyed Raven was the essence of the Doomsday Messenger, so no matter how much the bandaged body was destroyed, it would not be able to kill him.

But the scene seemed to show that he had guessed wrong.

The bloodshot is divided into two, which means that these two are the main body, and each occupies half of the life, which is equally important?

"Hmm......"

The Doomsday Messenger, lying in a pool of blood, trembled madly.

The indifference in the three-eyed crow's eyes was the same as before, but at this moment, it lost its balance and almost fell to the ground.

Ye Han-kun's left shoulder was a little itchy.

He ripped off his clothes and saw a sickly pale mark, shaped like a mimic crow, appear an inch below the collarbone in his left shoulder.

Indenture...... It's done!

As long as there are no accidental deaths between the two parties, as long as the basic friendship between the two parties is maintained and the relationship is gradually enhanced.

The first contract mark corresponding to the "Demon Attendant" will not have a tendency to break.

"Today...... Today is enough to satisfy ......"

"Tomorrow...... Come back tomorrow and feel the pain together......"

After signing the contract, the Night Chill didn't do anything else, and the Doomsday Messenger White Crow seemed to fall into a stupor.

"Wow-wow-"

The two eyeballs under the three-eyed crow shattered like rubies.

His mental state suddenly became extremely poor.

At the same time, an astonishing blood qi shifted from its body to the body of the Doomsday Messenger.

"Boom—"

It was as if thousands of small insects were crawling, and the blood-soaked bandages were all broken, and the newborn white bandages were shiny as new.

They re-wrapped the flesh-and-blood Doomsday Messenger, clinging to its body like layers of clothing.

——

[Current Status]: Satisfied (Strong) / Expectant (Intense) / Sleepy (Deep) / Injured (Severe) / Self-Repair (Fast) / Life Force (Severe Attrition / Rapidly Accumulating)...

——

Looking at the attribute panel, Ye Hanjun bowed slightly.

See that the main body of the Doomsday Messenger is in a coma.

Although the three-eyed crow on the side was sluggish, the only eye that opened was still watching him vigilantly and indifferently.

Night Hanjun tries to communicate with him, wanting to know more about the mystery of the double seal.

- Failed!

The eyes of the three-eyed crow were too cold, as if they were accustomed to life and death, and there was nothing that could impress its sincerity.

Ye Hanjun pinched his chin and observed for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of its existence.

Even, he couldn't tell whether the three-eyed crow was Mo's second brain, or a "carnation outside the body" with no emotion and no mind, just showing cruelty and cruelty.

However, it is 100% certain that the Three-Eyed Raven must be the key to the creature that the Doomsday Messenger depends.

In the belly of the mass burial mountain, the clay fetus can only become the bottom of the food chain.

Mo is still a masochist, very underwhelmed, and there is no reason not to touch the womb of Xia Zhao.

To survive until now, it must have a unique physiological mechanism.

Just now, the three-eyed crow shattered two eyes and fed back the life force, which should be the skill of 95 lines "self-repair".

I'm afraid this skill is even more perverted than he imagined, maybe Mo's body is rotten into mud, and the three-eyed crow can also help it come back to life.

"Anyway, I'll give you a name......

"Just call you 'White Crow', whether you have an independent consciousness or not, it's always good to have a name......"

The Night Chill Lord spoke in the language of the Demon Clan, one last conversation.

The three-eyed crow was indifferent.

It yawned on Mo's shoulder, then burrowed its head behind its wings and shrunk into its feathers to sleep.

"It seems that the Demon Altar and the Enchantment will have to be tried again tomorrow......"

Night Hanjun pondered, the white crow mark on his left shoulder flickered slightly, and the Doomsday Messenger disappeared in place.

"Congratulations, sir."

The flower candle walked out from behind, and the golden eyes were not easy to suppress by the darkness.

"Mo is very special and powerful, and the potential for the future is worth looking forward to."

"But I'm not sure if the double seal will affect the growth rate of my authority......

Ye Hanjun's brow furrowed slightly.

Although the contract is concluded, the "Demon Attendant" can finally get on the right track.

However, Ye Hanjun originally expected it.

Once the Demon Acolyte signs a suitable demon and is supplemented by the "Demon Altar", the speed of the upward climb will become extremely fast, whether it is a contract spirit or a power.

Now that there are variables, if Mo's particularity gives it strong combat power and strong survivability, it reduces the efficiency of the growth of both sides.

Well, that's a drawback.

"The situation is still unclear, let's get along for a while, observe and observe, maybe I'm overthinking......"

Ye Hanjun temporarily suppressed his thoughts, and then discussed later.

His gaze fell on Xiao Yan Demon's body, slightly speechless.

Probably Mo's immortality, the strength of the flower candle, and the vision when he signed the contract...... Several factors come together.

The little flame demon, who was originally looking forward to it, actually fainted, motionless like a corpse.

"Hey, wake up."

Night Hanjun kicked twice.

Unexpectedly, the fire demon was still in a deep coma, and his simple feet couldn't wake him up at all.

"Guagua, get up."

"Yay!"

The little tadpole spat out a mouthful of water, and Ye Hanjun expertly stretched out the back of his hand to block his nose.

"It's not me, it's it, wake up this idiot."

"Babble?"

The vocabulary is excessive, and the tadpole tilts its head.

Fortunately, the small brain melon seeds rotated rapidly, and I probably understood the meaning of the big tadpole.

When dealing with the "little fireball", it is not as friendly and gentle as the big tadpoles.

When he opened his mouth, it was a "water bullet", and a series of water bombs smashed into Xiao Yandemon's body, and the latter's skin had just been dried by self-heating, and it became wet again.

"Roar!"

The little flame demon was agitated and slammed up.

It was about to roar, and saw the Sandstorm Witch standing on the left, the Night Hanjun standing on the right, and a small demon king in front of him, whose neck shrunk and swallowed the roar that had not yet been fully emitted.

"Come with me."

The Night Chill Lord spoke in the language of the Demon Clan, and walked in the direction he had come from without looking back.

"Yay!"

Guaguagua has a good appearance, with a flick of his little tail, he controls the floating bubble to chase the big tadpole.

There was only a flower candle, and he glanced at Xiao Yan Demon with an expressionless face.

"Roaring ......"

Xiao Yanmo stood up timidly.

I don't know if the injury is a little serious, or if I am too scared.

Its legs trembled and trembled, and it cautiously followed the back of the group with steps that it did not recognize.

……

A few minutes later, inside the original cave.

Seeing that his mother was alive and well, the flames in Xiao Yan Demon's skull suddenly increased by a section, and he couldn't wait to hug the thigh of the Great Yan Demon.

"Roar! Roar!! ”

The Great Flame Demon lay down again, and saw that the ignorant Little Flame Demon was still standing there in a daze, and with a wave of his palm, he forcibly knocked it down.

"Bang!"

Two fire demons, one large and one small, their heads hung to the ground, trembling at the Night Cold Monarch.

In that kind of posture, it is obvious that the lower creatures dare not have the slightest blasphemy when they see the higher creatures.

"Come on, stay alive."

Ye Hanjun waved his hand and left with the flower candle and Guagua.

If he was in the abyss, a big manor that belonged to him, he might think of the fate of meeting and bring these two fire demons back to raise.

There is no such condition now, whether it is to bring it back to the academy, or to prepare the relevant wording, or to feed it later...... Ye Hanjun didn't want to spend this energy, it was too troublesome.

"Roaring ......"

The Flame Demon Mother and Son waited until they couldn't feel the breath of the Night Cold Monarch before they dared to get up.

Naturally, they don't know that they have missed an opportunity.

For them, it is already the greatest luck to be able to survive this time.

……

Ye Hanjun was not in a hurry to leave the mountainside.

This place is very large, and there are no people on weekdays, and some herbs that dark creatures can't look down on, but they are of good value to him.

After exploring for a long time, I found a hidden corner to sleep in.

Ye Hanjun, who was refreshed, suddenly noticed that his left shoulder was a little warm.

"I really can't stand the loneliness......"

If the contract imprint is warm, it means that the contract spirit locked in it is very eager to leave the contract space.

This has never been the case with flower candles.

Even at the beginning, she was a little happy that she could get an absolutely safe place to rest.

Silent...... Apparently not!

As long as it is in a sober state and locked up in the contract space, it is afraid that it will be a purgatory of death, right?

Shaking his head with a smile, Night Hanjun activated the contract imprint.

The pale summoning formation was short-lived, and the Doomsday Messenger made a shining appearance.

"Pain...... I want to hurt......"

"Why doesn't it hurt at all...... It's so uncomfortable...... I want to cry ......."

Mo's voice stopped abruptly.

It suddenly felt that it had left the empty world where there was nothing, and had returned to the dark world that was so familiar.

The aggrieved mouth that seemed to be really about to cry suddenly grinned behind the ear.

"It's you! It's you, you're you! ”

"My friend...... Finally found you!! ”

The messenger of doom was on crutches, like an old man in his seventies or eighties being chased by a dog, and his speed suddenly increased.

It staggered to the candle, only a meter apart, and reached out with its right hand, trying to grab the scissors pliers on the witch's side.

"Come on, come on, go through me as much as you like!"

"Don't show mercy, don't hesitate, hit wherever you want, I'm ready to taste the pain!!"

With a snort, the candle shifted back ten meters.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, obviously not quite used to this strange guy.

"Ah...... You don't like pain? Don't want to be my friend? ”

The ecstatic messenger of doom suddenly became extremely melancholy and sad.

It seemed unable to believe the scene in front of it, the corners of its mouth trembled, and its emotions gradually collapsed in an unstable direction.

"Bang!"

Ye Hanjun took a light breath and went up and punched it.

The Doomsday Messenger was like a log standing on a stake, just turning his head blankly and looking at his bandage unscathed in disbelief.

"Flower candle, beat it."

Ye Hanjun rubbed his aching phalanges, and then returned to the position just now, looking as if nothing had happened.

Professional things should be left to professional spirits......

With his current physical condition, he beat the Doomsday Messenger...... It doesn't seem to be of much use.

"Poof—"

As soon as the wind sounded, the Doomsday Messenger flew out.

(End of chapter)