79 years – fleeting.

This is the 99th year since Ye Hanjun stepped into the Shura Tomb, and there is still one last year before he leaves the tomb.

However, the years go by, unpretentious.

If he pretended to be in the torrent of knowledge in the ancient universe, he burned like a fire every day, the divine court was full, and his spirit was high, and he completely lost the cognition of time.

Ajifra, Juexian, Flower Candle, Goose Immortal, Guagua, Chimera Cub, Meteorite Giant, Secret Chrysanthemum Demon - refining the Holy Spirit Imprint day and night, while the rank is constantly improving, I also don't know what year it is today and where it will be tomorrow.

"Wow~~~"

The calm sea of blood suddenly rippled.

The night sky, with his eyes closed, slowly rose from the bottom of the sea in a peaceful posture of lying flat.

He opened his eyes, and the passage of time left an indelible trace in his pupils, which was the calmness and stability that penetrated the soul.

It seems that wind and frost are difficult to erode their bones, and the sea is difficult to fill their hearts.

The place where it stands is the point where the light gathers, the demeanor of the young man, the fragrance of the fresh clothes and angry horses, which is dizzying.

"Senior, are you awake?"

Ye Hanjun, who was holding the scroll, slowly gathered his soul power.

The dark eyes that turn like a whirlpool, the vicissitudes of life fade, the wisdom reappears, and the elegance is still the same.

"Say a good nap, sleep for decades, it's really yours."

On the side, Nightstream Firefly also put down the scroll, and while regaining consciousness, she complained as soon as possible.

"I've been sleeping here for 120,000 years, isn't a hundred years a 'moment' for me?"

Ye Tianzi didn't bend his knees, turned his body ninety degrees, and directly changed from lying flat to standing, and said with a calm demeanor:

"The tomb will be closed in a year."

"Up to now, girl, your two heads of the contract have a total of 7 Holy Spirit Marks."

"This kid, the indentured spirit plus the servant of the slave, plus the little cub of the Chimera, a total of 55 pieces."

"This amount is enough to play a key role at a critical moment."

"But that's not enough, what the Night Clan really lacks has never been the combat power of the Holy Level."

Ye Tianzi's gaze fell on Ye Hanjun's body, and he was still calm and unfazed:

"You've got one last thing to do, are you ready?"

Ye Hanjun thought for a few seconds and said to himself:

"Senior, there shouldn't be any 'Divine Spirit Marks' here, right?"

"The Holy Spirit's effect on the god-level battlefield is indeed weak."

"Since he is the back hand of the ancestor, I think there will be stronger means......"

"Yes, yes."

Ye Tianzi first nodded, then shook his head, and said lightly:

"After being together for so long, haven't you guessed my identity?"

"Guess and guess, it doesn't count after all."

Nightstream Firefly glanced at Night Hanjun, turned around and muttered:

"You, you must be from the same era as the first ancestor, and you are also a backbone-level old-timer from the ancient era."

"I used to guess that you are the elder of the First Ancestor, the immediate family of His old man."

"Ye Hanjun didn't agree with this inference and vetoed it."

"So?"

Ye Tianzi seemed to be smiling, his eyes swept over the night fireflies, and he locked on Ye Hanjun again:

"Who do you think I am?"

A faint oppressive force rushed towards him.

Ye Hanjun hugged his fists and said methodically:

"Although there will be confusion, such as the seniors directly calling the ancestor by his name, he doesn't have much respect for the Great Killing God."

"But when I think about it, this place is called 'Shura's Tomb'."

"And you say frankly that this is your sleeping place."

"Weighing left and right, the truth is actually already in front of us."

As he spoke, Ye Hanjun lowered his head, put his right hand on his chest, and said respectfully:

"You say yes, Lord Shura?"

"Hahaha-"

The night Tianzi looked up to the sky and laughed, and with the hunting sound of the robe, the blood flowers bloomed in the sea of blood, all of which were delicate and beautiful.

"Back then, before I became a god, Night Shura was worried that I would fail to ascend, so he reserved a back hand in case of accidents."

"But I succeeded, and this backhand was useless at the time."

"Later, he renovated this place and transformed it into a place of trial for future generations, providing the grinding of blood and rich treasures, supporting the growth of future generations, one after another."

"After my body is completely killed in battle, the nineteenth layer of the tomb will be re-operational, and most of the fragments of my body will be teleported to the tomb and scattered in all corners, waiting for future generations to collect and gather ......"

"Boom—"

With a loud bang, the mountain of corpses collapsed to both sides.

A giant crystal coffin with a length of more than a kilometer, coiled in the center, like the roots of a tree are closely connected, and like a mountain overlapping, the dream is dotted with the majestic posture of a dragon, and the brilliance of the stars shines in the crystal, and it is eternal at a glance.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuyi took a deep breath, like a long dream, and they were terrified.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Huge coffin lid, slowly pushed open.

Countless dark red lights and shadows swayed, and when you looked closely, they were actually pieces of metal.

The small ones are the size of a fingernail, and the large ones are large enough to cover the face.

But the divinity that flows from them, just a wisp, can distort space and give the horror of death.

If there is no killing machine, it will penetrate the flesh and blood little by little, making people frightened and terrifying.

"Buzz—"

Because the time to explore was too limited, Nightstream Hotaru had no chance to find the fragments of the Shura Bow at all.

Ye Hanjun has a full six, not only the entire right arm is covered, but even the shoulder blade is also involved.

The skin in this area had previously refracted a faint dark red luster, like scales and nails, and it was extraordinary.

At this moment, as if attracted by the outside world, they faded from their dark colors and erupted into a more brilliant red glow, as red as blood in the blink of an eye.

Soon, the wind blew slowly, and the cold went straight to the bone marrow.

Night Hanjun clenched his fists tightly, and the Netherworld manifested behind his back.

With the black mist rolling, the ghost soldiers and demons will roar and roar.

On the rolling gray clouds, there is another ancient stone door, as if across time, shuttling through the river of time and light, standing here, towering, like a magnificent mountain.

In contrast, the "Sea of Healing" that originates from the night is like a slender ship in a storm, squeezed in two visions, swaying and threatening to capsize at any time.

"My real name, Son of the Night!"

The blood-clothed young man flew away, and in a moment's time, he had already entered the coffin.

He stretched out his palms, and the shards of the blood of the stars bloomed, as if in response to his touch, sometimes like a bird arranged horizontally and vertically, sometimes like a butterfly dancing lightly.

In a flash, the rainbow filled the sky, and the ancient life magnetic field that boiled and burned like an ocean exuded a brilliant and dazzling divine light, and even the corpse mountain and sea of blood were panicked.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuyi couldn't help but bow their backs, and it was difficult to look directly at this figure.

Not far away, the goose fairy, the flower candle, and the Chimera cubs...... One by one, they all tried their best to curb the urge to bow to the ground, maintain their minds, and forcibly calm down.

has always been a steady string, except for the way of rhythm, everything else has never been taken to heart.

But at this moment, it actually let out a low roar, like the roar of a wild beast in its throat.

With the sound of the piano being played, the whole body of the piano shook violently.

"That's what it is...... The Ancestors of the Warriors ......"

"Ancient Soldier God...... Shura Bow ...... The top king of the beasts......"

The nocturnal fireflies murmured, and the color of awe that was difficult to hide was clearly presented in every micro-expression.

Thinking of something even more terrifying, she stiffened her head and asked softly:

"Senior...... You shouldn't be dead yet, are you? ”

"The Ancestor fell at the beginning of the Fifth Age of the Ancient Universe, and died out with his two great god wombs."

"It is rumored that the Great Killing God has been wiped out, and there is not even a single cell fragment left."

"Because of the particularity of the bloodline, no demon inherits his bloodline, and when he dies, it means that the bloodline of the Great Killing God is extinct."

"But soldiers and beasts that belong to long-lived species in all senses, as long as they are well maintained, they can theoretically live for a long, long time."

"You are the supreme deity of this faction, could it be that you have been dormant for many years...... Are you alive again? ”

"Thinking too much."

Ye Tianzi chuckled, "How easy is it to come back from the dead?" ”

"I am just a wisp of the soul of the Essence when he was alive, and after the death of the Body, I inherited His memories and wishes, and that's it."

"In principle, I have only one mission, and that is to guard the tomb and keep it running."

"However, if the family is in trouble, I can't ignore it."

Ye Tianzi pinched a piece of fragments, the corners of his mouth outlined a smile, and said undoubtedly:

"The heir of Night Shura, the Night Hanjun."

"I will settle in your flesh and blood and leave the tomb with you."

"If you fail to survive the tribulation and die tragically at the hands of the Heavenly Dao, I will reverse your flesh shell into a 'corpse soldier' to temporarily maintain the stability of the contract imprint, ensure that the Most Holy Sigil can be activated at any time, and then give it to the enemies of the Night Clan...... A painful blow. ”

"If you succeed in the tribulation, you will create a miracle since the Five Epochs."

"Then you will take charge of the Shura Remnant Bow, once the clan suffers misfortune, the sea of blood returns to the abyss of the dark lamp, and the fallen mythical soldiers and beasts will show the sacred posture at their peak...... Burn out the last light and heat. ”

In an extremely calm tone, Ye Tianzi recounted the magnificent words.

The night stream smacked his tongue, looked at the night Tianzi, looked at the night Hanjun, and was silent.

Ye Hanjun, who is in the focus position, has a mind like electricity, like a dream.

"I see......"

"In the Great Tomb...... The power of the myth is still part of the heritage of the race......"

"And this power will merge with me...... Fill my flesh? ”

"Don't worry, I will restrain the vast majority of divinity and will not form a burden on your body."

"Of course, there may be slight changes in appearance, such as hair color, eyes color, etc."

"These are good prevarications, you have fallen into a curse, and as time goes by, there will always be a day when they disappear."

Ye Tianzi was careless, and said as usual:

"Are you ready?"

"In the last year, you will experience the greatest pain of your life."

"However, even if you are in doom, I can ensure that the fusion is 100% successful."

"Quack!"

Guagua couldn't help but interject:

"Tadpole, you're going to turn into a humanoid beast!"

"The rag is the container of the god of disaster, and you are the container of the god of war, so you can fight against it!"

"Little one."

Ye Tianzi suddenly looked at Guagua and reminded solemnly:

"After leaving here, except for the Night Cold Lord, all other living beings, whether human or beast, will be sealed all memories about me."

"But your blood is there, and I don't want to hurt you by force."

"After leaving here, if you remember me vaguely, remember, not a word that should be said is not allowed, and it is all held in your heart."

"If it's because of you, this killer weapon loses its secretiveness."

"Your lord is in an existential crisis...... Including you, the end is bound to be miserable. ”

"Is it so serious?"

Guagua first tilted his head, and then patted his chest and said:

"Okay, Bengua knows!"

"Bengua will play a qualified 'amnesiac' and pretend to be a fool to the end!"

"I'll forget too?" Nightstream blinked, looking innocent.

Ye Tianzi shrugged his shoulders:

"You will only remember that after coming to the Great Tomb, you accidentally met with Ye Hanjun, and then read the ancient book for a long, long time...... The harvest is full. ”

"As for Ye Hanjun, according to the outside world, he will enter the Young Emperor's Palace, break through five levels and kill six generals, go through thousands of deaths, get the Stone of the Young Emperor, transfer to the "Hell Judge" in advance, and reshape the body of the Young Emperor......"

"Co-author, I am the 100-year tour of the tomb." Nightstream Hotaru spat badly, "Forget it, get used to it." ”

"Losing your memory isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Ye Tianzi smiled slightly and snapped his fingers:

"I'm going to start."

"Torah—"

From the perspective of Ye Hanjun, the fragments in the giant coffin soared up and down, suddenly turning into a torrent of blood, drowning him in one go.

The crisp sound of bone cracks, one after another.

Blood like a pillar spurted indiscriminately.

The pain eroded the brain and spread to the limbs.

But Ye Hanjun couldn't even scream, like a puddle of rotten meat, slowly falling to the ground, his eyes were empty, and he was completely unconscious.

The next moment, he clutched his throat and woke up.

It was as if there was a sharp blade that pierced through the heart again and again.

His body burned like fire, his soul was like an electric shock, and the boundless pain turned into a bottomless abyss, devouring him to his heart's content.

"Pain...... Supreme pain! ”

"Night Hanjun...... Do you also know the true meaning of happiness? That's great! ”

Mo, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly slapped his wrist happily.

Seeing that the rag was so elated, Guagua wrinkled his nose and turned his head away, unable to bear to see the miserable and pitiful appearance of the big tadpole.

……

Time passes slowly.

The anxious waiting, because the scene seen every day, is too bloody and cruel.

By the second month, Nightstream Hotaru had turned her back and continued to read ancient books, forcing herself to divert her attention.

The only ones who can concentrate on staying next to each other are Mo and Guagua.

One dances with each other, as if empathy, and is happy every day.

A bulging cheek often covers his eyes with his hands, sneaking a glance, and he can't bear it.

"Hiss! Hiss!! ”

"Purr...... Purr ......"

"Qiang-Qiang-Qiang-"

The head of the snake will also come over often to take a look and make sure that Yehan-kun is still alive.

The lion head sleeps every day, no one cares about it, every day is on vacation.

After the strings no longer absorbed the imprint of the Holy Spirit, they began to play the harp.

With the surging sea of blood, the sparkling, and tactful piano sound is its favorite "Minghu Yin".

Flower candles, goose immortals, to learn from each other to survive.

Ejifra, who studies the precious memories of the Pearl Queen and the Pearl Queen and other guardian spirits every day, is full of interest, because no one disturbs her, and she is very leisurely.

"Wow~~~"

It can be seen with the naked eye that Ye Hanjun's hair is cut short, and it becomes longer inch by inch.

Its color is no longer as thick as ink, as if it were a red star dotted under the night sky, and the red light is reflected on it, brilliant and brilliant as the sun.

The hair quality is no longer moderate, hard as iron, like a sword stuck in the head, which can break through the clouds and cut the fog, and the bottom can cut the river and the sea, and the gods are unique.

The terrifying and awe-inspiring aura grew from weak to strong, and finally filled the naked body of the Night Chiller.

On this day, the terrible screams came to an abrupt end.

The flesh and blood body that has lost the concept of human beings, frantically absorbs the energy in the sea of blood, starts to develop from the embryo, and goes through the process of infancy, adolescence, and adolescence, and after it matures, the form is completely stable.

Ye Hanjun opened his eyes, only to see a flash of red light, and the night stream firefly who was looking directly at him snorted, and there were two blood lines slowly dripping down his forehead.

"Didn't you say that the divinity was reined in? You can't even look at it...... Is this still human? ”

Nightstream muttered, but she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and the stones that mentioned her throat finally fell back.

"It's so pretty......"

Guagua's mouth opened and he even took the head of a sheep, all of them with a look of surprise.

After becoming the container of Shura's remnant bow, Ye Hanjun's facial features did not shift, whether it was front or side, he was still him.

But...... In addition to the transformation of the hair, the biggest change is in the Hitomi.

Night Clan, the purer the bloodline, the darker the color of the pupils.

This trait can only be transformed when the power of awakening involves special powers.

However, at this time, Ye Hanjun's eyes were as bright as blood, and his expression was infinite.

In addition to the original pitch-black pupil, there is an additional blood-red pupil, which occupies a larger proportion of the eye socket.

If you have to use adjectives to describe it, night flow fireflies, melons, and goose immortals...... There is only one word that everyone can think of, and that is "demonic".

"One eye and two eyes, isn't this the double pupil of the ancient legend?"

"This is a very rare feature, often used to represent power, a symbol of emperors in ancient times......"

The night stream firefly approached, as if she didn't believe in evil, looked around the night cold king, and asked as she looked:

"How's it going, how do you feel?"

"This is the Ancestor's soldier, even if it is only a fragment and remnant spirit after the fall, the power is indescribable...... Are you really okay? ”

"It's fine."

Night Hanjun stared at the void fixedly, slowly getting out of his trance, and then sighed softly:

"I saw the ancestors...... Sporadic battle footage. ”

"The enemy obviously escaped 108,000 miles, and even moved to another space, and under strict defense, he still pierced his heart with an arrow, which was quite unreasonable......

"After all, it's a god warrior." Nightstream Hotaru sighed, "Those great elders in the family, if they know that you have the remnant spirit of the Shura Bow hidden in your body, I'm afraid you will be so excited that you can't speak. ”

"Even a saint, if there is one person, who can be calm?"

"It's a pity, when I leave here, my memories will be sealed, and I don't know how long I will have to wait to see their wonderful expressions."

"It won't be too long......"

Ye Hanjun stopped talking, looked at the violently shaking corpse mountain and sea of blood, and muttered:

"The tomb is closing......"

"We were teleported out at the same time as the power was poured into the body...... Coming soon. (End of chapter)