The night was lonely, and the three-wheeled sickle moon shone purple moonlight.

The earth is secluded, and the calmness of words absorbs all distractions.

This is the ancestral land of the Blood Witch, there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter, only the years like songs.

When thousands of years of desertion come back and reappear, this dark soil for generations finally returns to its original color.

"Light Witch God...... Godfall?! ”

The calm of the outside world is exchanged for the vigor of the inside.

In the land of the ancestral tomb, the cracked sun turned from gold to red, contracted violently and then magnified sharply, and finally fell apart surrounded by endless dust.

In an instant, the light and rain fell, like the feathers that fell after the death of an angel, fluttering, shiny, beautiful, dizzying.

In the trance, there is light and fog, like the veil of the gods, blocking the line of sight, blinding perception, making people come and go in the fog, everything is mysterious, unpredictable, and difficult to fathom.

"...... Uproar"

The bright red light burst into the night cold king, the bulging arms relaxed slightly, and the tense five fingers slowly loosened the bowstring, thus getting rid of the action of bending the bow and shooting the eagle.

He floated down, and when his toes touched the ground, a circle of ripples appeared under his feet, as if he was stepping on a sea of fog, his body was fluttering, the light and shadow were blurred, and he was not close to people, but like a land fairy.

"Is this true?"

"The god of light and witches like no other in the world...... Just dead? ”

Wu Xuebi scratched the fingers of the rock, unconsciously forced, and a puddle of blood rushed out of his fingertips, and the blood-colored flowers that blurred were a little dazzling.

Shura was furious...... Millions of corpses ......"

"The invincible King of Shura...... Contract Deity: Shura Bow ......"

There were tears and frost sticking on Wu Xuewan's cheeks, and the pain of heart-wrenching and liver cutting was rooted in flesh and blood, and it could not be extracted.

Such a sudden change shocked her heart, her eyes widened unconsciously, she looked in surprise, looked in a daze, racked her brains, and her heart was still as chaotic as silk.

"What are you talking about? It's hunting! Grand Hunt! ”

The Vampire Prince Bertnar, who broke out of the dissipated blood sea barrier, suddenly knelt down on one knee and bowed to the Night Chill Lord:

"The Night Clan's guardian spirit, meet the bow god!"

"It turns out that the divine power of the bow god is left in the tomb, no wonder you can't find it when you go through the Sunless City, and when you see the glory of the past again, my generation will be full of excitement, and the cold blood will also boil!"

"Descendants of the Seven Curse Ghost Monks, meet the God of War."

An illusory projection appeared on the Blood Flower Path, and it was none other than the Three Cursed Ghost Monk Circle Executioner with missing fingers.

He did not kneel on the ground, but clasped his hands to his chest, and bent his upper body thirty degrees.

"No courtesy." Ye Hanjun said lightly.

He didn't get complacent, he didn't fanatically raise his head when he shot the Burial God, he didn't even turn around to look at Bertnall or the Blood Witch.

He is now in a special state, and his soul faintly coincides with the Son of the Night.

Even so, Ye Hanjun also knows that this power does not belong to him, this is the back hand of Night Shura, the king of Shura who fell in the middle of the ancient world, in order to protect the ultimate heritage left by the race, he is just a container, a humanoid weapon that carries divine power.

"Wu Guangyan, Wu Guangyan, you covet my godhead, and you have been secretly preparing for a long time......"

"How do you know when we started planning and how much effort we have put into it......

The shattered sun extinguishes all light and heat.

While the light is restrained, the heat is gone, and the cold is the same.

The Blood Witch God, whose hand was still in the other's body, examined the Dead Light Witch God, revealing a mockery.

He reached out his other hand and slowly pulled out the palm of the Light Witch God's hand that had been inserted into his chest.

The moment the blood of the witch god was about to gush out, a tough blood film appeared, and not a single drop of blood splashed to the ground, gathering in his chest, condensing but not dispersing.

But it can be seen with the naked eye that no matter how much blood is urged, the transparent holes in the front and back of the Blood Witch God's chest can no longer heal, and a part of it is missing forever, and the sense of mutilation is very serious.

"Wu Zu...... How did you do that......"

"The torrential rain of blood shrouded the dark lamp for a full ninety-nine years......"

"Such a long miraculous scene can only be realized by the myth of the fall......"

A group of blood witches fell to the ground, surprised and terrified.

The ending was flipped too quickly, and it was life and death a second ago, and suddenly it escaped.

This kind of experience, even a witch of the holy level, it is impossible to turn a blind eye.

"I have a miraculous medicine that is close to 100,000 years old, so I can deceive the heavens and fake my death without any flaws......"

The Blood Witch God breathed, and a mouthful of blood mist sprayed thinly, healing the injuries of the goddesses.

Without waiting for the goddesses to show their excitement, he sighed and said to himself:

"Don't rejoice for too long, the plague of the Dark Lantern is not over."

"The Light Witch God is the same as me, old and immortal, and his strength is not as good as before."

"But the second-generation Clown Emperor is in the prime of life, and if he dares to come directly with his true body, he must have made sufficient preparations......"

"Wu Zu, are you going to rush to Sunless City to help the Ye Clan get out of trouble?"

Wu Xuelu maintained the worship movement and asked seriously.

"No, slaying the Light Witch God has exhausted all my essence and blood."

"Now I am less than one percent of my peak, at most I will fight with the pseudo-gods, and it will never be possible to defeat the Clown Emperor."

"What then?"

Wu Xuebi didn't dare to raise her head, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Do you know why I went to such lengths to kill all the witch gods?"

The Blood Witch God reined in his divinity, like a candle before the wind, and his generous gaze swept at the clansmen one by one:

"Because of the relationship between the Godhead, creatures with the same Chaos Seal are already facing competition between you and me."

"At this time, whether it is the Blood Witch Clan, or the Ancestral Land of the Night Clan, the Great Abyss of the Dark Lamp, no witch has come to the realm of false gods and killed the Light Witch God, this godhead is held in his hand, in fact, it has no meaning in the normal cognition of the heavens and all races."

"Then how can you ......" the Blood Witch Priestess was even more dazed.

"The ruler of the Night Clan, come out."

"What you need has been collected, and then your home field is next, and only you can put down this catastrophe that has affected the abyss."

The Blood Witch God turned his head and looked to his side.

The golden coffin, which exuded a golden luster, suddenly buzzed and shook, and there was gray mist surging in the cracks of the coffin.

Ye Hanjun smelled the wrinkled corpse stench again, and he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

"Bang!"

The golden coffin lid collapsed, a monster that could not be described by a human at all, and it was presented in sight after finishing this book.

He, or rather, it's four-handed, four-legged, with two long hands and two short hands, two straight feet and two lame feet, and his body is grotesque, which has never been seen before.

It was only half flesh, and the left half was largely rotten, and even white maggots could be seen crawling in and out of the exposed rotten flesh.

Through the gap between the flesh and blood, you can occasionally see humanoid bones, pale as ghosts, without a trace of life, as if they had died thousands of years ago.

On the right half of it, the flesh is intact, but it is covered with scattered fish scales.

There will also be misaligned dragon horns on the arms, crocodile teeth, octopus tentacles on the thighs, tiger pupils, and bear hair...... Thousands of strange organs are fused together, and with just one glance, the direct gaze is creepy, and the cold sinks into the bottom of the heart, and then fear breeds.

"Bertner, I've seen the esteemed Night Clan Chief."

The vampire prince still knelt on one knee, and the etiquette he exercised was actually equivalent to seeing the son of the night.

Ye Han Jun was like being struck by lightning, and at this moment, he almost got out of the semi-fusion state of Ye Tianzi's soul, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help himself.

This is the patriarch of the Night Clan...... Night Release?

How can it be? How is this possible?

This person is not human, ghost or ghost, and there is a distortion that cannot be judged by common sense...... It turned out to be his father?

Ye Hanjun couldn't believe it, but Bertner's heartfelt respect was undoubted.

"Buzz—"

The Shura bow in his hand trembled wildly, and the face of Ye Hanjun suddenly burst with blood, and the young man's appearance faintly appeared.

He lost his composure, his two pupils contracted into pinpoint shapes, and his mouth opened and opened, in utter astonishment:

"What did you do? How did it come to be like this?! ”

"This is not the form that human beings should have, and it doesn't even belong to the normal gods, is it that you have come into contact with the taboo and have been implicated in the fate of the ancient evil?"

"Yes."

The aberrant creature made a human voice with difficulty, bowed its head slightly, and saluted to the Son of the Night.

Then, he stretched out a twisted arm and gently stroked the cluster of gray crystals inserted in his face, as if touched by him, the crystals erupted with a monstrous gray evil light, and the entire ancestral tomb became terrifying.

"Quack!"

The melon on Ye Hanjun's shoulder was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and his small body trembled uncontrollably.

Holding Mo on his calves, his bloodshot eyes almost burst open, and he subconsciously hugged him tighter, unwilling to let go.

"The younger generations are incompetent, and they have never been able to grasp the way to the crown."

"Seeing that the race is declining and the danger of extinction is about to come out, I have no choice but to open the sealing artifact in the golden coffin and make a deal with the unknown evil god in the distant time and space."

The night release sky dyed with gray light, step by step, slowly walked towards the jade coffin.

In his gray pupils, the faintly smiling face of the Blood Witch God was reflected on the left, and the Dead Light Witch God was reflected on the right, one on the left and one on the right.

"Unknown evil god...... The god of the evil vein......"

Ye Tianzi muttered to himself, and even Ye Hanjun's shoulders began to spasm:

"Are you willing to bear all the evil karma and the infamy of the heavens at any cost, but also to stand at the top of the world......

"Soldier of the Ancestors, I have no choice."

Night Liberation Heaven paused, and under the illumination of blood light, the lingering gray light was like a shadow cast by the devil, boundless loneliness, endless ups and downs:

"He does not belong to the near past, nor to the ancient times, and the exact age of his birth is impossible to know."

"The only thing I know is that His real name is 'Salus.'"

"But I can't find any information, the ancient ancient universe and even the underworld universe, it is like a complete broken dynasty, history is sealed, the truth is hidden, maybe there has been an earth-shattering divine war, maybe ...... Who knows. ”

Nightshade took another step, slowly but surely walking towards the Blood Witch God and the Light Witch God:

"I got a special crown ceremony from Him."

"Once the execution begins, no matter how many planes he crosses, He will revive his will from the land of eternal death, reincarnate from the dead, and reshape the body of the evil god."

"Of course, unleashing the unknown evil god, the heavens are bound to be chaotic."

"But so what? It is the second era of the new era, the conquest of all races, and the revival of one ancient god after another. ”

"One more evil god and mutual checks and balances is not necessarily a bad thing."

"But......" said the Son of the Night, in dismay.

"Being able to be reborn from death is not something that ordinary gods can do."

"Providing the method of crowning, this is also beyond my understanding, the price you need to bear, I'm afraid it's not as simple as you say."

"Ancestor soldiers, it seems that they can't hide it from you."

Ye Shitian was on his back, and the actual distance was only more than 1,000 meters, but it felt as if he had arrived at the other end of the Yellow Spring:

"In fact, because the price was too high, I asked for a few additional conditions."

"For example, even if the evil god is resurrected, he must not interfere with the native creatures of my dark lamp abyss, and if I help him to resurrect, he cannot be the enemy of my people, at least on the surface......"

The night sky was like a fish in his throat, thinking for a few seconds, and his wavering expression gradually calmed down:

"Forget it, Ye Shura and I are both old shadows of the times, since you weigh the pros and cons and think it's okay, I can't stop you."

"What are you going to do? Even if he achieves the crown, do you have to sign a contract with the Blood Witch God to renew his life? ”

"No, if that's the case, what did you go to great lengths to attract the Light Witch God? Two Witch Gods...... Two identical Godheads...... Is this a precondition for the ceremony? ”

"Yes."

Ye Shitian bowed his head slightly, and he who had already walked in front of the Blood Witch God, lowered his head and glanced at the Blood Witch God.

The Blood Witch God still had a faint smile, but his voice suddenly spread throughout the ancestral land, and every word was indisputably strong:

"After today, I'll be completely gone."

"This is my choice, the god of dying, to be able to achieve an invincible crown, to witness the re-ignition of the Ye Clan's glory, my generation rejoices, you must not hold grudges."

"Fallen? Hate? ”

Wu Xuelu was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed greatly.

Night Liberation suddenly pounced on the body of the Blood Witch God, and the inhuman mouth cracked to both sides, and more than a dozen rows of sharp white teeth reflected the cold light of the blade.

He's gnawing and biting on a living god!

And the Blood Witch God obviously showed pain on his face, but he didn't stop it, but instead restrained his divinity and didn't allow the blood light to attack automatically.

"Click! Click! ”

"Click! Click!! ”

At this moment, Ye Shitian turned into an indescribable monster, biting the piece of meat, chewing and swallowing.

The long gray tongue stretched out with excitement, and the sound of scalp-tinging bones crushing and blood sliding down the esophagus continued to echo in the minds of every living being.

"Wu Zu!!"

The Blood Witch Goddess, led by Wu Xuelu, was stunned and indignant.

They couldn't imagine that the price of ascending to the crown actually included the life of Wu Zu.

The Blood Witch God did not die at the hands of the enemy, nor was he blasphemed by the Light Witch God, but in the end, he had to live and die in the mouth of the Night Clan Chief!

"Don't be sad, I'm old, and my time is over."

"If all goes well, I hope that among you, a false god can be born, and one day in the future, I will reappear as a god of my Blood Witch Clan......"

The last words of the Blood Witch God became weaker and calmer.

It rained blood again in the sky, just like before, like a rock of wind and rain, bloody and dazzling.

More than half of the Blood Witch Priestess closed their eyes and lay on the ground, desperately suppressing the grief in their hearts, and tears were still falling from the corners of their eyes.

"For this day, for this ceremony, the patriarch really sacrificed everything he could."

Bertner's faint voice was heard in everyone's ears:

"In order to ensure that the family survives the catastrophe of the Broken Universe, he was seriously injured, which affected the foundation of the crown."

"Then he tried countless methods, including the way of reproduction, by splitting his own bloodlines and reuniting them one day in the future, so as to achieve sublimation......"

"But without exception, all of these failed, and the only option left in front of us was to trade with the evil gods......"

Bertner glanced at Ye Hanjun, or maybe at Ye Tianzi:

"Before today, he even devoured all of his covenant spirits alive."

"He has become an altar connecting to the evil gods, forced to seal in a golden coffin, and cannot be born at all."

"These are the price of promotion, he bears the pain of all his contract partners, and it is clear that he wants to lose everything in exchange for the highest combat power that the race lacks......"

Ye Hanjun unconsciously clenched his fists, deep in his heart sad and frightened.

As an immediate family member, this was the first time he had seen the essence of Yashiten.

When I was young, I still imagined that as the head of a clan, I held monstrous power and supreme power, how high-spirited.

But at this moment, where is the intention? Where is the wind?

All that Ye Hanjun could see was the towering mountains, pressing on Ye Shitian's shoulders.

Even so, he abandoned worldly cognition and human dignity, and moved forward without hesitation.

Night Hanjun - slowly knelt on the ground.

The night stream behind him also knelt down, kneeling on both knees, with indescribable compassion on his face.

"Click! Click! ”

"Click! Click!! ”

The body of the Blood Witch, which the Holy Spirit couldn't look directly at, quickly disappeared into the mouth of the Night Relief Heaven.

He began to gnaw on the corpse of the light witch god, the gray light lingering on his body became heavier and heavier, and the three divine coffins buzzed, and there were cracks climbing.

"Boom!!"

With a roar of heavenly thunder, the three coffins exploded, gold, silver and jade fragments splashed everywhere, Ye Shitian's distorted body grew crazy hair, and all kinds of strange animal organs were chopped by invisible blades, and finally all of them were fed into his mouth to become his flesh and blood nutrition.

"Wow~~~"

Under the traction of the Son of the Night, the Night Hanjun pulled the bowstring, and a translucent wall of blood spanned the heavens and the earth, blocking in front of everyone.

Through this wall of blood, the living beings present could not sweat, as if they were on the edge of the abyss, and their souls did not possess their bodies.

"Whew!!!"

Nightshade let out a tiger-like roar, and his arms and legs gradually merged, returning to his human form with two arms and legs.

But His belly was bulging, round, bulging, and in the blink of an eye he became a pot-bellied pregnant man.

Hearing the sound of the amniotic water breaking, two gray witch gods crawled out of his belly, both wrapped around endless gray bands of light, their faces were like dead ashes, their hair was like a vine whip, and between the opening and closing of their eyes, the law of death condensed into a substantial divine ring, full of the spirit of the Ninety-Five.

"Whew!!!!"

The gray mist rushed into the sky, and a dark gray pillar of evil light almost pierced the seven mountains that were forbidden outside the Blood Witch Ancestral Land.

Instead of kneeling on one knee, Bottnar made a prostration, his well-cut garment, which fit perfectly to the ground, despite the wrinkles and dirt.

"Witness of the Dark Moon, after 120,000 years after the ancestor of the Night Clan, Night Shura, my Night Clan ushered in the second crown, won the supreme throne, and re-wore the invincible crown."

"Meet the new ancestor of the night, under the crown of the supreme "Death in the Womb", your evil light will illuminate the dark lamp, and your anger will also burn out the red dust!"

(End of chapter)