"You two madmen, are you going to kill the emperor together?"

"Oh no, I forgot, the Clown Emperor was also locked up, what should I do?"

In the realm of death, the clown emperor with funny makeup, his eyes are gloomy enough to drip water.

The "Pathogenic Turbid Mist" jointly cast by the Filthy Demon God and the Filthy Demon Minister, in an instant, the heavens and the earth were like a sandstorm, and all the scenery became muddy and blurred.

However, the two initiators only muttered twice, not taking things seriously:

"Clown Emperor, we believe in you!"

"Big brother said you are very staked! It's a big devil, burning paper is turning money, and the demon body is cutting...... You can perform any acrobatics, and you will definitely make it to the end! When we get rid of the surname Ye, we'll help you heal, come on! No problem! ”

The Filthy Demon God wagged the dragon's tail, and he didn't know if he was winning, thinking that it was impossible to escape the wings of the Night Liberation Heaven.

I still feel that I am like a god in my words.

Anyway, he couldn't do it, and his big tail almost turned into a propeller spinning at high speed.

"Ahh

The filthy demon minister is responsible for fanning the wind, and those yellow and misty fogs are pervasive.

Their skin immediately appeared with strange spots, mostly black or red.

Soon, the spots turn into markings, expand extensively, the scales peel off first, and then the skin begins to fester.

When the flesh and blood also emitted yellow poisonous smoke, the creaking like the demonic sound of a bonfire burning, echoed behind the roots of the ears again and again, lingering.

"Woo woo, a feeling I haven't felt in a long time!"

"Eating and drinking, irregular work and rest, it's just sub-health."

"Sure enough, only with your own skills can you really get sick."

"We've gotten ugly and stronger, surnamed Ye, aren't we very powerful!"

The Filthy Demon God and the Filthy Demon Ministers hugged each other excitedly, like a fellow villager seeing a fellow countryman, with tears in his eyes.

At that time, Ye Shitian stabbed himself in the stomach with a scythe, and the blade leaked out of his chest, and the edge of the tip was terrifying.

But...... He couldn't transfer the disease.

"Pathogenic Mist" is a powerful skill jointly performed by the god of demons and the god of demon beasts.

The laws they hold are completely the same, and they are combined, even if they encounter the most vicious and cruel gods of calamity beasts, desolate beasts, and evil beasts, they can stand firm and compete with each other.

"Boom!!"

It was confirmed that the damage could not be transferred, and the contamination continued to erode the corona.

Night Liberation Heaven changed his technique, and the Death Scythe in his hand shrank further, swinging it quickly, unleashing hundreds of slashes.

At the same time, the two Death Witch Gods drilled out their scythes and held them on the left and right, forming an additional barrier to block the overflow and erosion of the turbid mist.

"Wow, the surname is Ye, you are so powerful!"

"You can actually cut through the turbid mist, your authority, as if you can treat energy as a living body, once slaughtered, the germs will weaken and reduce ......"

The Filthy Demon God's eyes widened, his face full of amazement.

The Filthy Demon Lord laughed, and suddenly picked up the tail of the Filthy Demon God and threw him out.

"Old devil, inhale! Fart! ! One-stop tactics! ”

"Understood!"

The Filthy Demon God comprehended, and when he flew around, he twisted his ass hard, and the indescribable parts were aimed at the night release sky.

"Poof! Puff puff!! ”

A series of yellow farts tossed through the sky, and then human fist-sized particles poured down.

The ruthless night release sky rarely showed a trace of disgust, and disappeared in place in a flash.

"Ahh

The rained for a while, falling into the clearing, and immediately turning into a deformed demon.

Their presence acts as-stirring sticks, further polluting the air and accelerating the effects of the disease-causing mist.

But this is the Death Realm, the mythical-level Dharma Heaven and Earth corresponding to the Night Liberation Heavenly Crown.

He is the ruler in this area, where is the turn of the enemy to run amok?

"Boom!!"

The night release sky is crazy, and the killing intent is boiling like water.

The two Death Witch Gods spewed out a mist of death, trying their best to counteract the pathogenic mist that came from them.

The scythe began to travel through space, leaving a gray wound on the back of the Filthy Demon God and the Filthy Demon Minister, from time to time.

"Whew! He can kill our cells! Destroy our organs! ”

"Awesome! It's been a long time since I've met a Terran powerhouse who fights so strongly! ”

"Do you want to have a chat with our big brother? I am the second, he is the third, you can be the fourth, fifth, sixth, the arrangement is clear......"

A filthy demon minister with a lot of, while fighting, chatting.

The filthy demon god next to him is much the same, and he keeps chattering, and he doesn't have the force of the demon god at all.

"Come on, Patriarch!"

"As long as you kill any of the Pollution Gods, their combined spells will immediately lose their double power, and the Bad Land Emperor who signed the contract behind them will also be severely damaged!"

"This kind of battle of killing two birds with one stone, once it is successful, the news of the first victory will be transmitted, and even the heavens will be shaken three times!"

In the city of the sun, the chaos was barely suppressed.

There have been too many guardian spirits dead, and the Ye Clan's living power other than Ye Shitian has been greatly reduced.

The clansmen, who were still conscious, stared at each other and clenched their fists, and they all headed out of the city.

It was cloudy and foggy, and they couldn't see the slightest picture of the battle.

But they seem to have a premonition that there is an earth-shattering war triggering inside, and they are encouraged, excited, eager, and enthusiastic.

"It's not good......"

"This demon and demon have cooperated for many years, and they are comfortable in the actual combat process, and it is very difficult for Shi Tian to get rid of them......

In the spiritual world, the son of the night sighed, and he groaned for a long time, but he was still worried:

"Boy, I'm running out of time in this world......"

"If this mess can't be cleaned up, I can't see it, and I must do my last bit of ......"

Hearing that the Son of Night Heaven once again emphasized that his death was irretrievable, Ye Hanjun's heart was blocked, and he asked tentatively:

"Senior, is it possible for your arrows to slaughter the god of pollution?"

"About a 1 in 10,000 probability."

Ye Tianzi thought about it and said honestly:

"Recovering the fragments of the body in the ancestral city, at the cost of all the shattering, I can burst out beyond the arrow that shot the light witch god, and reproduce the strongest blow without the strengthening of divine power in the peak period."

"But these two gods of pollution are by no means gods with weak physiques, and my strongest blow will hurt them at most, and it will definitely not work if you want to kill them."

"It would be nice if there was the divine power of Night Shura, he could help me lock down the weakness, and I could hit the key point with just one arrow, and cooperate with him, whether it is a surprise or a frontal hard steel, I have a great chance to bombard the fetus of the gods who cultivate the path of the flesh body......"

"What about creating opportunities for my father?" Ye Hanjun asked.

"Nope." Ye Tianzi shook his head: "The demon god and the demon god, qi and blood are shared, almost a conjoined baby." ”

"Instead of aiming at them, aim at the gods of the devil."

"His bells and whistles skills, I actually have some restraint effect, this is the result of verification from his ancestors, since his bloodline has not changed, I think it is still the same......"

"Kill the Clown Emperor?"

The red light in the eyes of the Night Hanjun shone slightly, and he hesitated:

"Senior, just now, I realized that I still have a killer weapon that I haven't used."

"I'm not sure how strong it will be once used, but I can probably help as well......"

"Oh?"

Ye Tianzi was surprised and diverted half of his attention.

After a short period of communication, he was silent for at least ten seconds, and asked solemnly:

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

Ye Hanjun bowed slightly:

"I'm just one step away from being promoted to the 7th rank."

"Sword Thunder is a derivative spirit of the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and he has signed an unheard of heaven-given contract with me, beyond the scope of the recognition of the blood contract and the normal contract, it belongs to the extra and extra, and it itself represents absolute particularity."

"According to the words on the sword, I have actually passed the Heavenly Tribulation, and the most difficult pass has been passed."

"But I still lack a ritual, if I can't get rid of the surveillance and shackles of the Heavenly Dao with this ritual, I will be a 6th rank in my life, and I won't be able to be promoted."

"If the Sword Thunder Son was deceived by the Heavenly Dao, then what?" Ye Tianzi worried.

"It should ...... No. ”

Ye Hanjun recalled the mysterious god who could overturn the catastrophe with a single drop of blood, and if the other party wanted him to die, why should he treat his fatal wounds.

But these images can only be imprinted in his mind, no matter what, Ye Hanjun has no way to communicate with outsiders, even if this outsider is a god of soldiers and beasts who is dead and destined to be scattered.

"If you are promoted in this way, if it is realized, the legend about you will be passed down for a long, long time......"

"One day in the future, if you preach with a double crown, the surname of the night may stand at the apex of the heavens and all the clans, proud of the world, and no clan can surpass ......"

Ye Tianzi has mixed feelings, seems to have some yearning, but also some regrets:

"Unfortunately, I won't see that day anymore."

"But...... The opportunity to hunt the Clown Emperor has come, and in this countdown time, it is better for me to see what it means to be "witnessed by the gods, buried in the sky". ”

The voice fell, and the clown emperor in the dead realm endured the erosion of the turbid fog in every possible way, gritted his teeth, and was miserable.

He seemed determined to escape from this mortal cage.

Then He approached one of the walls of the Dead Realm and used it as a mirror to illuminate His form.

"...... Uproar"

The clown emperor in the dead realm, his life fluctuated and fell off a cliff.

Outside the realm of death, the outline is outlined, and a clown emperor who is also infected with sores appears simultaneously from nothingness to substance.

Escape Skills - True and Fake Clowns!

As long as the Clown Emperor thinks that the clone outside the Dead Realm is true and the inside is false, then he can get rid of the confinement and completely escape the double entanglement of death and germs.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Obviously, this skill comes at a high cost.

After finishing the spell, the Clown Emperor was actually gasping violently, and the color of his eyes became extremely dim.

Night Liberation Heaven, Filthy Demon God, and Filthy Demon Minister, the first time to discover his movements.

Two guys who are gods but have abnormal brains are either clapping their hands or jumping on their feet.

They loudly praised the Clown Emperor for being insidious and cunning, the enchantment they couldn't escape, and the Clown Emperor was able to get out of it with this magical skill, which deserved to be the commendation of the devil clan, with so many brushes.

"Boom!"

Ye Shitian raised his scythe and looked at the Clown Emperor through the Death Realm, his tight palms filled with boundless killing intent.

"Heh, if you don't want your clansmen to be strewn with corpses all over the field, you can loosen the barrier, and when the turbid fog drifts and the city is ruined, you can naturally catch the emperor again."

Not to be outdone, the Clown Emperor stared, his white makeup reflected the ferocity on his face, and there was a momentum of burning jade.

"The surname is Ye, your opponent is us, don't be distracted!"

The filthy demon god flicked his tail, shattered the sky, and the flood washed the, squirting all over the ground.

The Filthy Demon Ministers grinned, chasing after the Filthy Demon God's ass, and every gust of wind could set off sky-high waves of shit.

In contrast, Ye Shitian and the two Death Witch Gods only occupy the place of the cone, and they have no way to advance or retreat, and their situation is worrying.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow of dawn, galloping, from far to near, like thunder.

The Clown Emperor turned his head abruptly and raised his arm to block.

But just as the arrow was about to hit, it suddenly bounced twice, and stabbed diagonally into the Clown Emperor's feet, piercing through his boots.

"Back then, your ancestors were also so high-flying......"

Ye Hanjun stepped into the air, the blood light squirmed under his feet, one step gave birth to a lotus, two steps to ascend to immortals, and three steps stood at the end of heaven and earth, a small body, like a projection of mythology:

"Now, it's time to wrap it up......"

"It's a pity that Night Shura couldn't kill you all, this Zeura will definitely not repeat the mistakes of the past......"

Ye Hanjun opened his mouth to speak, and every word had infinite power.

On his still tough face, you can vaguely see the illusory expression of Ye Tianzi.

At this moment, he is no longer young, his eyes are magnificent, there are years of precipitation, countless vicissitudes of life like a screen, ups and downs, can hold people's hearts, but also set people's souls.

"Is it up to you? A dead, mutilated god of war? ”

The Clown Emperor grinned, deep purple eyeshadow, orange blush, and pink lipstick, and his evil spirit was unobstructed.

"Back then, the reason why Night Shura was able to defeat the ancestors of this emperor was not because of the 'many gods'."

"One crown and one god is the standard configuration of the crown, one crown and two gods...... The king of the drama died unjustly, and my ancestors were also convinced. ”

"But - the king is defeated, since the emperor has inherited the blood of the ancestors and once again proved the way of God, it is enough to prove the nobility of the clown clan, irreplaceable, there is no doubt about ......it."

"This Celestial Yuan, it is your Ye Clan that should be destroyed!"

"The hatred left by the ancestors, this emperor remembers! It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come! ”

"Boom!!"

There was a thunderous sound, like a bell, like the roar of heaven.

The Colorful Clown King in the extreme distance, thinking that it was the embodiment of the Clown Emperor's anger, was almost frightened to his knees.

But this voice, or this vision, has nothing to do with the Clown Emperor.

He is willing to fight with words, it is completely an escape stunt, and the current state is too bad, and he needs a little chance to recover.

"Boom—"

Behind the Night Cold Monarch, a cross-gold sword shot a golden lightning bolt and slashed vertically upward.

Suddenly, the sky changed.

The pitch-black demonic qi was lined up on both sides, and the light of the three rounds of the dark moon quickly disappeared.

The endless inky clouds, coming from nowhere, invaded an entire sky in the blink of an eye, increasing unabated, still spreading into the distance, with the meaning of enveloping the entire dark lantern.

"Heavenly Tribulation...... Not again? ”

In the city of the sun, through the barrier as thin as paper, the saints such as Ye Shu and Ye Tianming couldn't hold their tongues and were shocked.

This scene is so similar, nearly a hundred years ago, there were dark clouds overwhelming the city, and the wind and rain were about to destroy it.

Unexpectedly, the white horse flickered, and this picture came again, it was still so thrilling, and a photo made people sweat.

"At this time, it will hit the 7th rank...... Isn't that a bit out of place? ”

"That's not right...... The thunder element is still expanding...... It seems to have surpassed the catastrophe of that time......"

"Ye Hanjun, this kid, wants to take advantage of his calamity to drag the Clown Emperor into the water and ask him to cross the calamity together?"

In the city, the saints should not have divided their minds to deduce why the dead came back to life.

But he was holding a bow, a divine bow called "Shura".

The aura emitted, in addition to not being as good as Ye Shitian, even Ye Ying can't cover it, how can it not be eye-catching?

"Sure enough, it is stronger than the last time, the thunder and lightning have not yet been split, and the Holy Fetus is trembling......"

"This is a catastrophe that can threaten the womb of the gods, and the vision that accompanies it, if someone says that the Tao is the crown, or the Tao is a god, the predecessors like the Son of the Night can also recognize it......"

Ye Hanjun was silent, and his heart palpitated.

He glanced up at the sky, and the inseparable death crisis far surpassed the previous experience.

But the difference is that this time, he is calm and calm, and he holds a completely different mentality.

"The emperor remembered that the younger generation of the Ye clan seems to have several amazing talents......

"One of them, with dual powers, can't open the door of heaven, can't get the approval of heaven and earth, and should have died because ......of thunder, and should have been wiped out."

For the first time, the Clown Emperor swept over the illusory face of the Night Son and carefully examined the Night Hanjun.

There is the protection of the night sky, and the night cold king is not afraid of the eyes of the gods.

He looked at his feet with a little nostalgia, looking at the ancient city that he had seen since he was a child, and exhaled a turbid breath.

In the next moment, his breath changed again.

With a snap of his fingers, his eyes are clear, and his gentle and gentle momentum rises from the ground like a mountain.

"Honorable Clown Emperor, Honorable Devil God."

"There are a total of three Hellish Godheads in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, excluding the one you can't tell, and the other two are concentrated in my Dark Lantern Abyss, as a descendant of Night Shura, as the youngest son of Night Shitian, I am terrified and deeply honored."

"Now, you're badly wounded."

"And the predecessors of the Night Heaven Son only have a little divine power sealed in the dust."

"I'm sandwiched in the middle, enough to be a bargaining chip to balance the scales - to send you one last ride."

"Boom !!"

The clouds roared, and the thunder was angry.

Surrounded by thousands of tree-like lightnings, the clown emperor who shifted his shape and transposed failed to escape.

The corners of His eyes twitched wildly, and his soul was so uneasy that his whole face twitched.

Testimony of the gods, the burial of the firmament.

Only by dying once outright, so that the gods can't see the clues, can they get rid of the suppression of the Heavenly Dao.

And this funeral, the biggest funeral object, is naturally the Lord of Red Dust......

Clown Emperor! (End of chapter)