"Red Dust Abyss, Drink Ma's, Clown Emperor ......"

Ye Hanjun muttered silently, his eyes empty.

These ten words, every word is dripping blood, and every word is heart-wrenching.

It is very clear in the history of the clan that in the late ancient period, it was the Drinking Ma clan that dominated the abyss of the dark lamp.

Their crown is called the "King of Drama", which consumes lives, plays life, and is the most moody.

The fetus of the gods that accompanies the night of the drama dynasty, called the "Clown Emperor", was born from the devil clan and is a complete devil god.

They use the Abyss of the Dark Lantern as a playground, trampling on the dignity of living beings and becoming "rulers of terror".

However, in the last years of the ancient era, the night Shura ascended to the throne.

The first thing he did after his attainment was to single-handedly play the king.

The old lord who dominated the lamp failed to defend his dignity and died in the consternation of all races.

But the original Clown Emperor survived, and fled from the dark lamp with the remnants of the Drinking Ma Clan, and disappeared without a trace.

"Back then—if only the Ancestors could cut down the grass and eradicate the roots!"

Ye Xien tightly grasped the hilt of the blood-drinking knife, breathed a little rapidly, and said the unrest in his heart:

"The first ancestor walked the path of invincibility all his life, pursued the way of killing, and buried countless strong clans in the ancient universe."

"But he himself admitted that killing the king of drama and letting the clown emperor escape, invisibly sowing disaster for the race, or one day, his descendants need to bear the cause and effect ......"

"Brother Sheehan, that's not appropriate."

Ye Aobai grinded his snow-white teeth, and said murderously:

"As future generations, we have enjoyed the advantages of the bloodline given by our ancestors, and then we pursue perfection, but we are greedy."

"Since the situation cannot be reversed, we can only rise to the challenge, fight for a break and stand up, and be reborn in blood!"

"Hey."

Ye Mo sighed:

"Get rid of the word 'less' and just enter the upper echelons of the ethnic group."

"What can we do with such a limited time, such an urgent crisis?"

"Holy Ancestor."

Ye Qiyu didn't seem to hear the conversation of the clansmen, there was nothing else in his eyes, stared directly at Ye Ying, and asked calmly:

"Red Dust Abyss, can there be a new god?"

"If there is only the Clown Emperor, with the background of the Ye Clan, and he is in the base camp, how dare they come to attack?"

Yeying shook her head, did not answer positively, and uncovered the scars of history:

"In the last years of the ancient era, the remnants of the drinking horse and the first clown emperor fled everywhere like rats crossing the street."

"The available information shows that they eventually fled to the Red Dust Abyss, and with the help of the Burning Spring Clan, who was still the Lord of Red Dust at the time, they went incognito and survived."

"In the early days of the ancient era, the first generation of clown emperor gods fell, and the old department of drinking horses declined, and countless times were on the verge of extinction."

"But they endured the humiliation and survived."

"When the crown of the Burning Springs Clan comes to an end in the middle of the Ancient Age, they continue to forbear."

"In the late ancient period, the last guardian spirit of the Burning Spring Clan, the Rouge Goddess, fell, and soon after, the second generation of the Clown Emperor became a god and suppressed the chaotic Red Dust Abyss with his own strength, and became the new Lord of Red Dust."

"This time, they learned the lesson of the last time they almost lost."

"If you go all out, the second generation of Clown Emperor may have the possibility of slaughtering the old department of Burning Springs."

"But he chose to develop peacefully, and sealed the Burning Spring Clan as the second overlord of the Red Dust Abyss, sharing resources, and jointly dominating the entire abyss."

"And even ...... Because he was afraid of the legacy left by the ancestor of my Ye clan, the second-generation clown emperor survived the catastrophe of the broken universe, and even survived to the second era of the nascent universe. ”

"I have a hunch that what he wants is not victory, but absolute crushing revenge, and he will not give up if he does not wash away my night's blood......"

"Phew!"

On the throne, Ye Qianmo's doppelganger sneered:

"Does He still want to be the master of the two abysses?"

"It is the limit to become the master of the abyss as the fetus of a god."

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, if it eats its own evil consequences, the Ye clan is happy to usher in that day."

"Let's imagine the worst."

Another throne, Ye Shu's face is full of melancholy:

"The enemies of my Ye Clan are not only the Red Dust Abyss, not only the Ma Clan, not only the Clown Emperor."

"Once the flames of war light the lamp, they will join forces to ensure an outcome."

"However, to this day, except for the Clown Emperor, we can't confirm at all what crowns or god-like fetuses there will be, and we want to do it at any cost."

"They haven't surfaced yet, and that's where the tricky part is."

"Unknown means uncertainty, and the source of fear is born from this, if you can't crack it, if you can't deal with it, the people of the city of the Sun are panicking - the sudden appearance of the Eye of Thunder and Lightning today undoubtedly proves this result."

Ye Shu's words made the palace fall silent again.

As a few light sighs sounded, several trembling old holy beasts, urns pleaded:

"I don't have a lot of longevity, and I'm not good at facing the enemy head-on."

"Seal our soul memories, smuggle through the red dust, and see if you can steal information."

"No way!"

Another holy beast in the prime of life immediately interrupted:

"The Holy Spirit who smuggled across the abyss of red dust has only returned so far."

"And in the late ancient period, the vassal saint clan that was ostensibly separated from our clan, but in fact was just infiltrating the red dust to listen to information, either died out naturally or was swept away, and it didn't come in handy at all."

"Obviously, this second-generation clown emperor is a little less domineering and a little more cautious than the first generation."

"Unless there is a god's fetus to investigate for us, otherwise sending the most holy fetus will all be sent to death, and there is no point at all."

"Seconded."

Ye Qianmo bowed his head and admonished:

"To find out the intelligence, you can only start from other channels."

"What is more important for the family now should be to contact the races and forces that were friendly with my Ye Clan in the Ancient Universe and even in the Early Ancient Period."

"If we can find the help of other gods' fetuses or crowns, we can delay the start of the war for our Ye Clan, and the longer it drags on, the more favorable the situation will be for us."

"How easy is it to say?"

There was a demon king with a sharp voice, and his mouth was pure demonic language:

"This set of rules applies to all intelligent species."

"Since the fall of the ancestors, those races that have made good friends have either watched from the sidelines or turned against each other."

"Even if the relationship was good, it is still strong now."

"Over the long years, they have probably helped the Ye Clan a few times and repaid the favor of the ancestors."

"To this day, my Ye clan has no crown and no gods, so why should they continue to help us? What is the charm of my night clan that deserves them to go deep into this fire pit? ”

……

The parliament, sometimes chaotic, sometimes irritable, sometimes silent, every word, every word, reveals a sense of urgency that war is coming.

Ye Hanjun listened carefully, listened and listened, and his expression was in a trance.

After a long time, even the saint had a dry mouth and was completely eroded by anxiety.

Yeying raised her hand, stopped the topic, and turned to the young clansman, and said indifferently:

"The hatred between my Ye clan and the drinking Ma clan has no room for relief."

"Before the war comes, you should work hard and set an example for the younger people."

"Now, I'll give you a brief overview of the rest."

"Except for the Red Dust Abyss, when we first entered the second era of the New Universe, the heavens were completely chaotic."

"The Abyss of Ice Silence has been unsealed from the state of perpetual frozen, the ancient species have fully recovered, and the entire Abyss has fallen into a civil war and begun to compete for the position of the Lord of the Abyss......"

"The desolate and desolate abyss of the sun of the entire Celestial Yuan ushered in the former king, the Drought Clan."

"There is a drought that was suppressed in the Lost Sea of Fog during the ancient era, and has returned to the origin of the race."

"If it finds the sealed place of the ancestor and releases the undefeated myth of the ancient universe, the Heavenly Maiden, the Sun Abyss will return to the status of the absolute overlord of the ancient universe, and no god will dare to take it lightly......"

"Also, the Totem Mound, the Giant Kun Valley, and the Elven Mound...... For some reason, the dusty ancient forbidden land was born one after another. ”

"In the barren mound, there is a god-level "Great Desolate God" that has climbed out, pushing all the way, and now it has broken into the Earth God Mountain, and it is inseparable from the gods there......"

……

Ye Hanjun was numb.

Night Ni Clothes, Night Strange Jade, Night Mo Chou - either the face is full of frost, or the voice is silent.

There is no good news about this information.

It's no wonder that many of the ethnic groups that have been friends for generations are reluctant to help the Ye Clan.

The overall situation is so chaotic that they cannot protect themselves under the crisis.

Isn't it the way to die if you go to the abyss of red dust and erect a terrible enemy?

"The situation...... Roughly so. ”

Yeying lowered her head, took away a fierce light in her eyes, and said:

"The only piece of news that I can't tell if it's good or bad."

"The privileged elder of the Ye Clan, Yu Ruxin, led by Jin Xuanzi personally, lost his news after arriving in the Valley of the Flower Gods."

"They are likely to have entered this ancient ruin, and if they can harvest something, our people will have another ray of light."

“？”

The night is proud and white, and the night is not grouped...... They all looked at the Night Chill King.

Yu Ruxin is the apprentice of Ye Hanjun, and after the bell of the epoch rings, it can be said that everyone knows it.

A-level "Earth Guanyin", this is the authority that the Earth Immortal once held.

If you can have a certain relationship with an ancient existence like an earth immortal, the Night Clan may be able to have additional help.

"After all, it's the crown of the fall."

Ye Hanjun said expressionlessly:

"Even if you're lucky, you can really get his inheritance or a relic."

"It takes time to digest it, and what my night clan lacks the most right now happens to be time."

"It's hard to deny." Ye Mochou whispered, "External forces are external forces after all, and having too high expectations will harm others and yourself." ”

"My Ye clan needs a real crown and a god, and only by deterring the enemy from the root and solving the enemy can we usher in a glorious restart."

"So-"

Ye Qiyu suddenly took over the topic, and her cold gaze approached Ye Hanjun's eyes:

"As one of the hopes of the race, when are you going to wait until you meet the Apocalypse?"

"The Holy Ancestor is specially for you to increase the strength of the Protector Array."

"In the second era of the new era, the direction of my night clan's fortune might as well be started by you."

"It's fine."

Ye Hanjun lowered his head, as if he couldn't sense the complex eyes of the clansmen, and said to himself:

"I need the flesh of the Most Holy Fetus, but is there a Holy Spirit willing to help?"

"In terms of attributes, thunder takes precedence, followed by darkness, water, wood, light, and wind...... The more the merrier. ”

"I'm coming!"

A string of afterimages flickered, and an alien insect shaped like a centipede, but with spiral drill pliers, lay on the ground, and a manic light spewed out in the miniature compound eyes:

"I'm an electric tong dragon centipede, small in size, but in fact I have the power of a dragon!"

"The elements mastered, although not pure enough, are just a mixture of electricity and poison!"

"But in this temple, there is no other Holy Spirit who is more suitable for the Thunder attribute than me!"

"Good."

Ye Hanjun nodded, stretched out his hand, and held a sharp pen-like weapon in his right hand.

He swiped lightly at the electric tongs dragon centipede, and said plainly and casually:

"Return to the yin."

"Whoa—"

The sound of the rushing flood broke the silence in the palace.

A thumb-thick blue-black blood qi was pulled out of the electric tongs dragon centipede's body.

Under normal circumstances, this is not possible.

Even if it is an S-level authority, urging with the 6th rank, wanting to take away the life energy of the 9th rank of the Holy Fetus is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

But at this moment, the electric tong dragon dragon is suppressing instinct, which is equivalent to not having any defense.

Even, it is also fueling the fire, taking the initiative to give blood and qi to assist the Night Hanjun to deprive it.

Under the eyes of everyone, there is no one next to the Night Cold King.

He concentrated on manipulating the blood of the dragon worm and poured it into the book of life and death.

When the blood qi expanded from the thickness of the thumb to the thickness of the arm, the blue-black blood qi turned into a miasma, drowning Ye Hanjun from head to toe.

"Return to the yin."

"Return to the yin."

"Return to the yin."

Night Hanjun casts spells continuously, depriving them again and again.

When the tenth spell was cast, dozens of pairs of appendages of the electric tongs dragon centipede twitched slightly, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes, and said in great amazement:

"The power of a good demon not only deprives the surface of the blood, but also deprives the true longevity?"

"You know, there are three great ranks between us!"

"Just ten spell casts, you took away at least three hundred years of my lifespan, and you can give me a sense of weakness...... Incredible! ”

"Uhhh

The Night Han Monarch interrupted the absorption of blood qi, sensing the vacant capacity in the Book of Life and Death, and raised his eyes to scan the throne.

Soon, he locked on to the second target, bowed his head to her, and saluted earnestly:

"Gentle Wind Holy Ancestor, I want the blood of the Black Warrior King, can I give up a wisp?"

"Roar!"

The night breeze is silent and unsmiling.

The Black Warrior King roared loudly and jumped directly from his seat, like a big mountain smashed in front of the Night Han King.

"Return to the yin."

Ye Hanjun squirmed his lips, and the judge's pen did not move.

The Black Warrior King roared again, as if questioning him, what to do in a daze, hurry up and work!

"Your Excellency's leather armor is too thick, and I can't take away your birthday." Ye Hanjun shook his head.

"I'll help you."

As Yeying's faint voice fell, a wound about a meter long appeared in the abdomen of the Black Warrior King.

Ye Hanjun's pupils shrank, at such a close distance, he didn't see how Ye Ying did it, he only felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, the Black Warrior King was injured.

"Roar!"

The Black Warrior King, who belonged to the brute beast, bared his teeth and urged again.

Ye Hanjun no longer hesitated, and returned to the Yin five times in a row, reserving a part of the pure blood qi of the dark element.

"It's not enough...... Far from enough. ”

Night Hanjun raised his eyes for the third time and locked on a demon king:

"Will you give up the blood of the Prison Beast?"

"Jie Ji ......"

The half-rotten Demon King smiled a wicked grin.

It didn't say a word, just grabbed its sharp nails into its chest, pulled out a piece of rotten flesh, and threw it straight to the ground.

"Return to the yin."

"Return to the yin."

Ye Hanjun cast three spells in a row and immediately stopped.

When the rotten flesh fell to the ground, not a drop of blood was splashed, like a mass of weathered rock, leaving a ground of powder.

"Boy, can you still eat?"

A corpse demon king with exposed ribs stuck his arm in his mouth, groped for a long time, and pulled out a purple hard-shelled ant.

The ant was actually alive, and it shook twice to wake up, a pair of tentacles crackled and flashed, and the blinding lightning beams condensed into two miniature tornadoes.

"This is a well-known thunder ant in the newborn universe, I think it's interesting, I haven't eaten it in my stomach, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, the Corpse Demon King threw down the ant and smashed it straight on the top of the Night Cold King's head.

"Return to the yin!"

Ye Hanjun's eyes flashed, and the judge's pen swiped heavily.

This thunder ant is not the Holy Fetus, not even the Shining Fetus.

Its rank is nothing but an immeasurable void, which is basically consistent with the contract spirit of the Shura Tomb passer.

Of course, such a rank is still higher than that of the Night Chill Monarch.

But with a tick, the fierce thunder ant visibly weakened, and its momentum dropped significantly.

"Return to the yin! Return to the yin! Return to the Yin!! ”

Ye Hanjun seized it continuously, and he was not polite at all.

It was only a few minutes, and the thunder ants were lying on the ground, panting, and they didn't even have the strength to escape.

"Alright, next."

Ye Hanjun did not kill the chicken to take the eggs, leaving the thunder ant with his life.

But the Corpse Demon King didn't bother to swallow it again, and with a little finger, a miserable white beam of light swept by, and the thunder ant rotted into a corpse with only bones and no flesh, and there was no life at all.

"Wood, do you have any blood qi that is proficient in the wood element that can be supplied?"

"Here."

A vegetative form of the Holy Spirit plucked a cluster of onion-like body tissue from the top of his head and threw it lightly.

Ye Hanjun stretched out his hand to grab it, feeling the pure life inside, and continued to perform "Returning to Yin".

……

For a day and a night, the Four Emperors became mute.

They watched the Night Chill King cast his spell, just like those saints on the throne, engrossed in their gaze.

No one asked, why did Ye Hanjun want these life energy.

There is no investigation into what kind of power the hell judge of the Night Cold Lord has.

In the palace, except for the occasional low roar, there was only the sound of the Night Han Monarch's increasingly heavy breathing.

Another day and night passed, and the book of life and death in Ye Hanjun's left hand had changed from the thickness of a fingernail to the thickness of a palm.

He weighed his weight, and while he realized something, he was neither humble nor arrogant:

"That's pretty much what you can prepare."

"Please Holy Ancestor send me out of the city, I will test the Fa with my body and officially rush to the 7th rank."

"It's in the middle of the city."

Ye Ying raised her right hand, and Ye Qianmo, who was about to speak, was silent again:

"The twenty-four Holy Spirits are in charge, and they will open the "skylight" for you alone, which can keep the city safe and unharmed, and give you the most perfect place to cross the calamity."

"Don't have any burden, don't have any worries, this is the last protection that the family can do for you, success or feathers, wait and see." (End of chapter)