In the palace, Concubine Yewen, who is carrying a robe, is like a strange woman who walks out of calligraphy and painting, with a moth head and eyebrows, fragrant muscles and jade bones, and a clear and elegant graceful and graceful atmosphere, playful and smart.

But Ye Hanjun was only an arm's length away from her, and with his insight, how could he not detect it.

This person is soft on the outside and cold on the inside, and my fair lady is all an illusion.

Her essence is like the Polar Ice Demon of the Land of Eternal Winter, which can freeze the surface of a lake with a single look.

With a slight hook of his hand, he seemed to be in an ice storm that was difficult to move an inch, the knife cut the skin, the frost invaded the skull, and the air was extremely cold and cold, without a trace of temperature.

"Ice ......"

Nightstream jumped twice in the corner of her eyes, then squinted slightly.

Concubine Yewen came from the other side, and where she passed, a clearly visible ice and snow trail slowly froze everything in its path.

Including her, because she was also standing next to Ye Hanjun, she was naturally affected.

"There is a knife hidden in your smile, what a young emperor's sister."

Nightstream Hotaru snorted coldly, not taking a step back.

Behind him, six pitch-black wings distorted space, and the frost and snow that radiated from it evaporated instantly.

The twilight is blue, the sun is dark, this is a completely different kind of cold, completely different from the ice.

"It's only the fifth rank, so public, be careful of dying." Nightflow Hotaru shouted unceremoniously.

"Hee-hee, good sister, you're not bad~~~"

"Relying on me to be older, you just bully me like this, I have a small heart, and I hold a grudge~~~"

Concubine Yewen, who was smiling like a flower, hugged Yeliu's arm, and looked intimate and lively, like a pair of sisters.

As everyone knows, outside the words, the two compete against each other, and there are sparks flashing in their eyes.

"It's cold! Don't get close to me! ”

Nightstream Hotaru pushed Concubine Yewen and forced her back in front of her, frowning, clearly expressing her inner displeasure.

Ye Hanjun saw it in his eyes, he didn't have any emotion, he didn't have any thoughts, and said indifferently:

"The 72nd generation is the 72nd generation, the ranking is not important."

"You have awakened the killing authority of the ice system? The power of frost that freezes the soul...... It's rare. ”

"S-class, Soul Breaker."

Concubine Yewen licked her tongue, her sexy and flexible little tongue, and the triangular ice cube in the depths of her pupils, forming an extremely strong contrast:

"It's a pity, if I had been born earlier, I wouldn't have missed the tomb of Shura."

"It's just such a hundred years of time, a millimeter, a thousand miles, and I'm depressed."

Concubine Yewen showed the expression of an injured kitten, and said pitifully:

"Brothers, sisters, you have to share the secrets of the tomb, so that I can see for a long time."

"Also, what about the fragments of the Divine Bow that you collected?"

"It's rare for the four emperors to be in the same tomb, and they all came out alive, Concubine Wen is curious, which of you has collected the most quantity?"

In a few words, all kinds of eyes lingered between Ye Hanjun, Ye Qiyu, Ye Ni Shang, and Ye Mochou.

There was a brief silence in the palace, only Concubine Yewen blinked her eyes, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, probably so.

"Whoa-la-"

The Night's Costume faded from the limbs of the Night's Dress, wrapping only the torso.

On her bare skin, the dark red armor reflected an eerie light, as if it could devour people's hearts and reach the depths of her soul.

Silently, Yeying left the throne and came to Yeni in front of her.

She was not empty in her hands, but holding a long box.

The box seemed to weigh so much that Yeying's already rickety back almost hung down to the ground.

The magic of the box is far more than that, it is full of ghosts and gods, and there are eighteen ring-shaped knife marks, which are tightly clamped like locks.

The heaviness of the deep sea, the height of the sky, the firmness of the mountains, the generosity of the earth, and the tolerance of the scorching sun...... It seems to be chaotic, but it all points to the great aura of the highest and farthest, enveloping the night like a cloud.

"This is the bow box used by the ancestors, forged by divine gold, and once used to warm the bow of the gods."

"After the fall of the Divine Bow, it was used to store the fragments to ensure that the divinity reunited."

Yeying muttered to herself, her gray nails, little by little inserted into the lock of the box.

Then, when the gap opened a little, every clansman could sense that a cold arrow was erected at the center of the eyebrows, and if they dared to have a disrespectful heart, a great disaster would come.

"Hmm......"

Ye Hanjun endured a certain longing, and his flesh and soul throbbed.

In the body, there seems to be an ancient life beginning to revive.

It was as if a voice echoed in his ears, rushing over, rushing over, it was His things, all taken, not a single one left.

However, before Ye Hanjun could take action, his demonic thoughts were shattered and his consciousness was clear.

No one noticed such an anomaly, because everyone's attention was focused on Ye Ni Dress.

"Click-click-"

Cracks in the glass, cobweb-like spreading.

Fragments of metal, large and small, fell off the surface of the night's body, and the pieces were dark and glowing with an evil red light.

Ye Hanjun could see very clearly, there were a total of eighteen fragments, and they circled around the bow box.

When the bow box erupted with a black hole-like adsorption force, all the fragments disappeared, and nothing remained.

"Eighteen ......"

Yeying closed the bow box and couldn't help but admire:

"Even among the young emperors of previous dynasties, this number can be at the forefront."

"Ni Xiang, well done."

"As the son of Shura, he contributed eighteen fragments of the divine bow."

"The treasure house of the clan, even if it is a resource exclusive to a saint, you are qualified to call it at will."

"Got it."

Night Nishang replied lightly, and immediately returned to the full form of the night dress.

Then, she swept her gaze away from Ye Qiyu and Ye Mochou, and finally looked at Ye Hanjun, took the initiative to take a step back, and stood on the other side of the palace.

"It's weird."

Ye Mochou shook his head and paced forward, and a large area of dark red armor appeared on his body:

"Pure Darkness, is it really so powerful?"

"Again and again, again and again, the same rank and the same authority, why is it always at a disadvantage?"

Yeying didn't say anything, but repeated the old trick and opened a gap again.

I heard two crisp clicks, a total of fifteen fragments fell off, circled, all of them did not enter the center of the box, and there were no other abnormal sounds.

"Fifteen ......"

Yeying nodded slightly, and said to herself:

"The collection of fragments cannot be measured entirely by strength."

"Chance and luck complement each other and are indispensable."

"Don't worry, the treasure house of the clan is also fully open to you, and in the future, as long as it is lacking, you can use it at will."

"Okay." Ye Mochou's answer was concise and rude.

When the words fell, his gaze seemed to be penetrating, looking directly at Ye Qiyu and Ye Hanjun.

Looking at 120,000 years, the son of the Young Emperor and Asura must be the top potential seed in the clan.

This class is worth everything the family puts in, and the focus is on betting.

But no one will be complacent about what they already have, or what they will have in the future, for too long.

Ye Mochou was even more concerned, with these two people left, how many fragments did they collect? Is it more or less than yourself?

"I'm sorry."

Ye Qiyu's face was painted with a touch of playfulness, and he walked in front of Ye Ying unhurriedly.

As the box opened, a total of sixteen fragments were peeled off his body.

"One ...... missing"

Ye Mochou looked at the fragments that disappeared in a whirlwind, seemingly expressionless, and his face was slightly darker.

"If nothing else, you're going to be at the bottom."

Ye Qiyu showed a look of pity, and did not forget to punish the murderer:

"No one has ever seen the Young Emperor's Hall in the past dynasties, and the number of fragments left in the hall cannot be small."

"Did you find it interesting? The strongest authority in the vein of the demon attendant was originally his superior, and he had the ability to absolutely crush him. ”

"In a blink of an eye, he changed his authority, got rid of the identity of a caged bird, set up his own door, and became his own lineage."

"If you're of the same rank, wouldn't you be interested in fighting him?"

Ye Qiyu, who glanced at it with slanted eyes, did not hide his battle intent.

Touched by him, Ye Mochou's deep eyes shook like ripples, hazy, as if there were two "extinguished" characters, which were manifested in the pupils.

"The rank is not the same, it is useless to win, and it is indeed boring."

"But the emperor is very interested in using you to practice your hands, the newly upgraded "Killing Pupil", and use your blood sacrifice to practice, or have a different taste."

"Shhh

Yeying blew a breath of wind, and for a moment the evil ghost cried, and the sharp eyes of the two of them collided in mid-air, and they staggered on the ground.

"Hanjun, come here."

"The old woman also wants to see how many fragments are hidden on your body."

"Go quickly, Brother Young Emperor!"

Concubine Yewen smiled and prevaricated.

"Wow-"

Before her cold fingers could touch her sacrificial robe, Ye Hanjun had already raised her toes and walked towards Ye Ying step by step.

As he moved, on the throne, some of the ancient creatures who had closed their eyes and were pretending to sleep also opened their eyes one by one, revealing incomprehensible gazes.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The closer you go, the more than two meters of the bow box is as mighty as the mountains and rivers.

Deep in my heart, the originally broken desire is like a flame blown by the spring breeze, rekindled.

"Hold it down!"

Ye Hanjun secretly shouted, suppressing the covetousness at the soul level with the sound of thunder.

As a result, the sense of agitation waned again, and the prison robe faded from his body.

Under a simple and simple sleeve robe, the dark red armor is like the scales of a red dragon, dense and strict, revealing unrivaled might.

"Click-click-"

In the eyes of everyone, the bow box actually trembled.

Five, ten, fifteen...... A full thirty-two fragments of the Divine Bow, like the tip of a shattered blade, swept into the miniature world in the box.

"Thirty-two?!"

On the throne, the guardian spirit exclaimed.

The sound of surprise was like thunder pouring into the ears, shaking the brain and buzzing the seeds.

"Since the fall of the Ancestor, the fragments of the Divine Bow have escaped into the tomb, and at the beginning of each era, have there been more than twenty-five fragments brought out by the clansmen? Not to mention thirty-two! ”

"This, this, this...... It's unbelievable! ”

There was an insect spirit with an axe on his back, and he got up with a bang, and his head hit the body of the other spirit, making a muffled sound of iron clashing.

But it didn't realize it, it just took care of itself, and in an increasingly excited tone, it chattered:

"This is the best in all generations! It seems that you can see the hope of Ye's Zhongxing, which is in front of you and is within reach! ”

"But what's hateful and infuriating is that this son still has a catastrophe ahead!"

"If it is buried in the hands of heaven, it is busy, and it is empty joy, and the ending is desolate, provoking the pity of the beast and making people lament, how unfortunate!"

The shadows are flickering, the shadows are heavy, and the guardian spirits who are suddenly in a high-pitched mood are very numerous.

Ye Hanjun could roughly see their outlines, more than half of them were unfamiliar, and it was suspected that the Ye clan had found reinforcements from various places, sitting together in the ancestral city, working together to protect the clan.

However, he could not speak, could not speak, only responded with silence.

What if the Holy Spirit knew that thirty-two were appearances and that he had found more than a thousand fragments in the tomb?

If they knew that even the remnant spirit of the Shura Bow, the Son of the Night, had settled in his flesh and blood, secretly poking and poking at the mission of the race, would they be so excited that they went crazy? Will you be so excited that you cry? Will there be the excitement and joy of being in a desperate situation?

- Ye Hanjun doesn't know.

He only knew that these secrets could only be sealed in his head now, and he would digest them alone.

"Good!"

"Good, good!!"

In the silence, Yeying's dim pupils erupted into endless divine light.

She uttered four good words in a row, and the palm of her hand holding the bow box kept trembling.

"The best in history! Go down in history! ”

"The descendants of the Ye Clan, Ye Hanjun, entered the ancestral tomb in the second era of the new era! Become a young emperor! Meritorious! ”

"If you can survive the catastrophe, cut off all shackles and obstacles, and become a candidate for patriarch, protect my Ye clan and be immortal for thousands of years!"

As soon as these words came out, an unprecedented uproar erupted in the audience.

Ye Mochou and Ye Qiyu gazed at Ye Ying's face with an incredible expression.

Night Nishang raised the right eyebrow, and the essence of her eyes was like the stars of the night, shining brightly.

"The pressure is so great all of a sudden......"

Concubine Yewen, who was stunned, came back to her senses, hit Yeliu's arm with her shoulder, and said secretly:

"Hey, your brother is taking off."

"Patriarch candidates, generally only saints are eligible to be shortlisted."

"The young emperor and the son of Shura, although such an identity is gorgeous, it is not recognized in principle before it is sanctified."

"Yeying Holy Ancestor, I'd rather break the rules for your brother than make such a promise."

"It is enough to see how important your brother's weight is in her mind."

"Nonsense."

Nightstream Hotaru rolled her eyes, and she didn't have the slightest awe for this young emperor who had not yet become a big man:

"To create a miracle since ancient and modern times, such an achievement has really been achieved, where is it not a treasure?"

"You're all expecting him to take that step, but I feel that every step of the way is dangerous, and there is no way to stay alone."

"If Ye Hanjun really becomes the only person in the world, will he become the second Wind Riding Holy Ancestor, and before he reaches the ultimate, he will be harmed by the fetus of the gods by unscrupulous means?"

Yeliu Firefly didn't lower her voice, Concubine Yewen heard it clearly, and the other clansmen also listened to it one by one.

Then, the color of trance emerged in pieces.

Yes, if it really goes that far, how can the achievements of the Night Hanjun be weaker than the night wind of the ultimate flash of the contract.

Even he wasn't spared.

Another such character, with the Ye clan's now even more decaying clan power, can it really be kept?

"The old woman doesn't want to talk about it."

Yeying slowly handed over the bow box to a wriggling shadow, turned around, and showed a fierce light on his face:

"The old woman can only guarantee that in this era, if there is no crown and a god to continue his life, my Ye clan will burn up the last drop of demon blood and destroy those enemies who have repeatedly offended us...... All pulled into the grave. ”

The vibe – heavy again.

The manic guardian spirit, one by one, sat back on the throne and said nothing.

Under the throne, Ye Qiuguo pursed her chapped lips and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Holy Ancestor...... A hundred years have passed, is the situation of our clan even worse? ”

"The clan meeting is held to keep you up to date."

As soon as Yeying opened her mouth, she was shocked, and said expressionlessly:

"The Blood Witch God is dead."

"He was originally seriously injured and senile, and he was hanging from a deep sleep, so as to sit in the abyss of the dark lamp."

"To my Ye Clan, he is the strongest ally to be trusted, and he is also the last fetus of my Dark Lamp."

"But by all accounts, he survived the Tribulation of the Celestial Yuan, but he failed to survive the weaker Bell of the Era."

"The bell did not kill his soul or slaughter his divine veins."

However, as soon as he started his whole body, the old injuries were hooked...... Since the day of the fall of the gods, there have been blood clouds covering the moon and blood rain in places outside the city of the sun, and it has lasted for forty-nine years, and there is still no sign of subsidence......"

"No......"

Ye Qiuguo was stunned, and the pupils that contracted violently were as small as the tip of a needle:

"The Blood Witch God is dead?"

"The patron deity of the Abyss...... Just fell? ”

"We entered the tomb, it's only been a hundred years, how did we come out...... Has the sky changed? ”

The night is arrogant, the night is not a group, the night cloth clothes, the night spirit dance...... Every young king was stuck in his throat, and he opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak.

"Holy Ancestor!"

Ye Qiyu's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly revealed a coldness like a cold pool, and said word by word:

"Does this mean that the war against my Night Clan is bound to be brought forward?"

"How much time do we have left to prepare? How much time do we have to grow? Please tell us conclusively and don't hide it from us! ”

"Holy Ancestor, I want to know too."

The extinguishing word in the pupils of the night is flickering and disappearing, and the tragic evil spirit is like a mountain:

"If you don't get the holy position, you can't participate in this catastrophe at all."

"Since I am the emperor and the enemy, I don't want to swallow my anger."

"If time is pressing, I am willing to bear any unscrupulous breakthrough method that damages Yin Virtue!"

"I have a heart."

Yeying paused, and slowly exhaled:

"To have this enlightenment is worthy of the surname of the night and the blood flowing in your body."

"In the past hundred years, the Holy Spirit who has sent out to investigate has been either crippled or broken."

"Every indication is that the Red Dust Abyss, the enemy that my Ye Clan always hates and loaths, is condensing its forces and may attack it at any time."

When the words fell, a killing intent far more terrifying than Ye Mochou poured out from Ye Ying's rickety back.

She grinned, and when her cold smile expanded, even Concubine Yewen, who was in charge of the power of the ice system, shrunk her neck, not daring to make a single sound. (End of chapter)