Chapter 337 Ancient God of Disaster, Doomsday Cube

In the deepest part of the Holy Spirit Temple, Ye Hanjun's heart was swaying, and his mind was not guarding his home.

There is not a single inch of difference between Yeliuying and his brothers.

It is worthy of being a realm above the Holy Saint. It is fantastic and contrary to common sense.

No wonder Saint Ye once mentioned that even if there are hundreds of holy spirits, it is difficult to give birth to a single god. Combining various things, they can all be analyzed clearly.

The road to becoming a god - the ultimate embodiment of the ecology of the sentient beings!

In this process, you need to compete with billions of living beings. With one victory, thousands of bones will be withered, and with one victory, your body will be stained with blood.

And the Godhead is the iron-blooded rule at the pyramid level of this world. Those who follow will prosper, those who go against will perish. No Holy Spirit can disobey.

Ye Liuying sighed and suddenly realized:

"It's only now that I understand why the human race's title is only bound to the fetus of a god, and it has the qualification to sweep the heavens."

"It turns out that there is a limit to the number of gods. No matter how high the talent is, how great the perseverance is, and lacks godhood, it means that you are not qualified to be a god."

"Looking at it this way, the ancestor of our clan is really bottomless."

"First, he cultivated the mythical and legendary "Great Killing God", and then cultivated the "Shura Bow" into the fetus of the god. "

"One prison and one soldier, accompanied by two gods. They are also terrifying gods who are good at killing and massacre..."

"Coupled with the power conferred by the title, sweeping across the old Mingdeng clan, dominating the Yiyuan, and then shocking all clans... The name of Shura King is well-deserved, there is no doubt!"

Longing flashed in Ye Liuying's pupils.

When the enthusiasm rises, his eyes light up and he looks radiant.

"That boy Ye Shura... is so careless."

Ye Tianzi refused to say anything shocking, and calmly commented:

"In the world, there are seven abyss alone, inhabited by countless demons and monsters."

"As one of the absolute favorites, the Gods of the Hell Line are always full. It is very difficult to find an opening."

"As for Ye Shura, he has great luck and just caught up with the important opportunity at the end of the ancient universe."

"After trying every possible means to trap and kill an old demon god whose lifespan has been exhausted, the path to becoming a god can be stabilized."

"Luck... is also part of strength."

Lord Ye Han denied:

"Without the ancestor, the Ye family would not even be able to survive the first era of ancient times, and there would be no hope of rising."

"Now in the second era of the New Era, the Ye family is still alive, thanks to the rich heritage left by the ancestor."

"He is supreme in our hearts."

"As long as you don't reach His level, you must look up to Him. Any disrespect will arouse the wrath of the tribe."

"It's okay. It's normal for me to complain about Him. You don't need to take my words to heart."

Emperor Ye waved his hands without any awe:

“You descendants have a filter, I don’t.”

"He, on the surface, looks glamorous, but behind the scenes, he looks miserable, one after another."

"The embarrassing things I have done are endless even if I go around Sunless City."

"What is the relationship between the senior and the ancestor?"

Ye Liuying couldn't help it anymore and dug deep to find out the truth.

"cough……"

Emperor Ye did not answer, but changed the topic and said:

"You will know in a few years."

"Now, try to feed this guy some Holy Spirit marks."

Ye Tianzi glanced at the five-pointed starfish-shaped Mo.

Mo, who was rolling on the ground, blinked, flapped his fleshy wings, and slowly flew to the same height as Emperor Ye:

"The mark...is it delicious?"

"Does it... hurt to eat it?"

"It depends on your own attainments."

Ye Tianzi shook his blood robe and pointed at a crystal coffin.

When the coffin board was opened, a beautiful demon girl with a hot figure and slutty clothes was sitting on the swing, swinging back and forth, so unhappy.

However, the happier she was, the more desolate and deserted the fortress of corpses piled under her feet became.

A gust of wind blew, and even the air was sticky and filled with the smell of the corrupt undead.

"Is this... the evolved form of the swing doll?"

Lord Ye Han didn't recognize this holy spirit because it was an afterimage from the past and he couldn't identify it.

But with the help of the Hell Judge, he can judge that this is the most holy fetus of the undead type.

Referring to the form, the first thing I recalled was the "swing doll" I had encountered.

"It's considered a mutation." Ye Tianzi nodded, "The swing witch devoured a large number of demon souls and eventually mutated into the holy-level undead."

"She is best at psychic attacks, which should have been left to your succubus or nightmare falcon."

"But she also holds a vicious curse. If you don't play with her, she will turn you into a doll, or a doll's new clothes... During her lifetime, there were countless more Holy Spirits who were tortured and killed by her."

"Why have you never heard of such a powerful Holy Spirit?" Ye Liuying was surprised.

"Because she didn't die of natural causes."

Ye Tianzi spread his hands, "She was sincere in the beginning. She performed tasks for the Ye family and also branded her own strongest blow."

"But in the third era of recent ancient times, she went crazy. She killed two saints of the Ye family over a disagreement and defected to Ming Deng. Her crime is unpardonable."

"In the end, the Great Killing God personally took action, found him, and then killed him."

"Probably because this past was not very glorious, some clan members erased her deeds and did not record her in the clan's official history."

Ye Hanjun nodded slightly, this is too normal.

Demons and monsters are cruel in nature, and there are many people who stab brothers and sisters in the back, and they can easily catch aliens in the back.

He didn't care about these past experiences, he only cared about whether Mo could accommodate the mark, and said sternly:

"Senior, let's try it."

"The levels of Mo and Chimera cubs are not the same, but it is difficult to compare the vitality between the two."

"It is not afraid of curses. It can even swallow the embryos of evil beasts. No matter how evil the swing witch is, a mark will not be the original soul after all."

"Let's see how it performs."

Ye Tianzi pointed his finger and watched the changes.

I saw the witch swinging on the swing, suddenly smiling like a flower, with the spring breeze on her face, and threw herself into the space where silence was floating.

"Sister...you are so ugly!"

Although his spiritual intelligence is enlightened, his aesthetics is still shabby. He greeted me blankly.

The swing witch's smile did not diminish, but her illusory body suddenly became violent and penetrated into Mo's body like crazy.

"Well, there is still a trace of ferocity left, and it really can't be left to the succubus."

Ye Tianzi frowned, confirming his judgment.

Then he wrinkled again, observing Mo's changes for a moment.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much!"

"Big sister... make friends! We will definitely become good friends!"

Mo Mo was trembling all over, convulsing incessantly.

From the perspective of an onlooker, it looks like eating ramen, slurping into your mouth and swallowing it without stopping for a moment.

In about an hour, the swing witch disappeared.

The cold aura originating from her, no matter how much I patrolled and explored, there was no trace left.

"Hey, where did eldest sister go?"

"Jun Yehan...I...I'm full again!"

"It's hard to digest a little bit, and I'm full again... Little brother, one more, one more and it will explode. That is the ultimate happiness. I want to feel it again!"

Mo Mo, whose belly was so full, cheered and threw herself at Ye Tianzi's trouser leg.

But it passed by in a flash, and Ye Tianzi turned out to be an illusory body, a physical body of flesh and blood that could not be touched.

"Boy, let's do an experiment?"

"Absorbing a Holy Spirit Seal can take as little as ten years, or as long as there is no upper limit."

"This freak actually absorbed it in an hour. It's just the womb of heaven and earth. No matter how evil you are, you shouldn't be so perverted."

"I want to give it another mark to see if it will explode after it is absorbed."

"If it explodes, it might alarm the creatures in the body, Lord Catastrophe Crow... I'll meet him for a while to see what he wants to do."

"Senior, are you sure?" Ye Hanjun asked cautiously:

"The mysterious existence named the Catastrophe Crow Lord has absorbed the cursed power of the killing artillery and evil beast embryos, and is suspected of receiving huge benefits."

"If you wake Him up rashly and cannot deal with it, wouldn't it be like stealing the chicken but losing the rice?"

"Try it."

Ye Tianzi whispered, with solemn eyes, while slowly but firmly summoning another crystal coffin.

"Kacha!"

The crystal coffin was opened, and sealed inside was a "Bad Demon King".

If the bloodline is healthy, the evil demon king has the special skill of "deterioration", which can make objects fragile, as if they have withstood the ravages of time and all the spiritual substances inside have been lost.

The imprint of the Holy Spirit corresponding to this kind of law is naturally no small matter.

Mo became an experimental subject again, watching helplessly as the Evil Demon King got closer and closer to it, but its single eyes on the front and back only contained joy and expectation, without any fear or awe.

"It must...must be painful, right?"

"Happiness... happiness is coming... la la la la... another happy day!"

"Ah-ah-ah-"

The black and white halo suspended above Mo's head suddenly stopped rotating.

The miniature white crow projection on the inside suddenly opened its three blood-red eyes and stared at the evil demon king who was an inch away from Mo's body.

"Roar……"

The evil demon king, who was so dark that only his outline was visible, seemed to shudder.

The already weak phantom body suddenly dimmed by three points. No matter how hard it was pushed, it could no longer move forward.

"Crow Crow...Crow Crow..."

"Why do you have to stop it...it's obviously very painful...I want it..."

"ah!!!"

The three-eyed white crow roared loudly for the second time, and the bliss ring shattered into a gap with a bang.

Faintly, Lord Ye Han saw a three-eyed white crow that covered the sky and the sun. It had scales on its face, a tombstone on its feathers, and a long tail trailing behind it. It looked hateful and had a terrifying aura.

"Wow~~~"

The sea of ​​blood, which had been suppressed until it was as calm as a mirror, suddenly started rolling, and waves of blood jumped up one after another.

Standing in the middle of the blood wave, Ye Tianzi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He put his index finger and middle finger together, made a "sword finger" movement, and aimed it at Mo's head from a distance, filling the world with fierce killing intent.

"Although my state is at its extreme, this is my resting place."

"If you want to cause trouble here... don't blame me for being ruthless."

"hiss……"

The three-eyed white crow looked at Ye Tianzi coldly and slowly retreated into the ring.

After a while, the terrifying mist dispersed, and the cracks on the Bliss Ring healed. Mo Mo, who was holding his wrist crookedly, was dazed, as if he didn't have a clear mind.

"Crow Crow...Crow Crow won't let me eat?"

"Eating too much...is not good for your health...will it affect your development?"

"Senior, how's it going?"

Ye Hanjun let out a breath, not yet appeasing the confused Mo, patiently waiting for Ye Tianzi's judgment results.

"A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Ye Tianzi said.

"Senior, please stop joking."

Lord Ye Han rubbed his brows, "Your face is more gloomy than before. This Catastrophe Crow Master is probably really a big shot, there is no doubt about it."

"Maybe."

Ye Tianzi frowned and thought deeply:

"The good news is that his condition is not as good as expected. After suffering two major disasters, it is still a drop in the bucket for him, and it is far from meeting the standards for recovery."

"The bad news is that relatively speaking, the power of so many disasters is still just a gap between the teeth."

"The probability that it is a false god...is less than 10% in my mind."

Ye Hanjun was dumbfounded, and Ye Liuying swallowed a sip of saliva.

In other words, the probability that the Lord of Catastrophe Crow was once a true god is 90% guaranteed?

He once controlled the "disaster" godhead, stood at the top of the world, and caused countless deaths and disasters?

After thinking about it, Ye Hanjun felt a chill in his back.

He could not predict at all that there was such a time bomb lurking around him. If it exploded one day, what kind of heavy blow would be suffered to his and Mo's fate.

"Crow Crow...listen to Crow Crow..."

"The crow won't hurt me...if you don't let me eat it...then I won't eat it..."

Mo slowly landed on the ground, hugged Lord Ye Han's ankle, and never looked at the shadow of the evil demon king again.

Ye Hanjun let it hug him, looked at Emperor Ye, and asked solemnly:

"Senior, since you know the secrets of the ancient universe, have you ever heard of other gods of disaster?"

"A scale and a half a claw."

Ye Tianzi's gaze suddenly became far-reaching, as if he was looking at the ancient time and space, and he said quietly:

"I have never seen it with my own eyes, or it may be false, so just take it as a legend."

"Legend has it that in the early days of ancient times, there was a great benevolent saint who was based on the Way of Wood and enjoyed the favor of nature."

"But his attack on the divine throne was fruitless. He found a forbidden object somewhere and chose to fall in reverse."

"Everyone of the human race and the spirit race protected by him was slaughtered by him, and the sound of mourning resounded throughout the nine seas and eight mountains."

"In the end, he completely changed the source of his bloodline and took charge of the god of disaster as a foreigner. His god's name was "Doomsday Cube", and he became a terrifying god who had lost his spirituality and wisdom. Compared with the killing catastrophe he created, the Great Killing God , as light as a feather, not worth mentioning..."

"What happened next?" Ye Liuying listened intently.

"Later...it was mentioned in a secret sect that was suspected of being written by a crown, that the Doomsday Cube was jointly sealed, and there was no need to worry about causing chaos everywhere."

"But there are also prophecies left by other gods, saying that the seal of the Doomsday Cube is not stable."

"One day, that guy will reappear in the world in a stronger form, and at least hundreds of millions of species will become extinct because of him..."

"Gulu!"

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying both had dry mouths and tongues.

If hundreds of millions of species become extinct, wouldn't the corresponding number of living creatures start in the tens of billions?

The world of sentient beings is indeed vast and rich in resources, but such a loss must be a heavy blow.

Thinking of Mo's racial names along the way, "Bringer of Doom", "Son of Disaster", "Apocalyptic Apocalypse", "Yin-Yang Disaster" and "Reverse Yin-Yang Disaster", which seemed to foreshadow some kind of information, Lord Yehan felt even heavier.

"It coincides with the second era of the new universe. The old tribes are awakening and new tribes are emerging. This is the node for kingship and hegemony. There will be countless wars."

"If the "Doomsday Cube" breaks free of its seal in this era, hey, that would be fun. How many crowns and gods are needed to join forces to seal it again? I really want to see it with my own eyes..."

"There is also "The Catastrophe Crow Lord". If this is also the god of disaster and once had the god of disaster, why did he die? Inhabiting the body of a demon, coveting resurrection...what kind of ambitions and desires do you have? "

Ye Tianzi's doubts came one after another, and he sighed:

"It is generally difficult for gods to die. The more bizarre the laws they master, the more so."

"The Disaster Beast is one of the Three Evils, and the divine status obtained through it is often half as powerful as the fetus of the Conferred God at the same time."

"I have a hunch that this era... may be even more chaotic than the Second Era of the Ancient Era."

"If the Ye clan no longer has a title or canonize as a god, I'm afraid it won't last for ten thousand years."

There were two snapping sounds, and two strong winds hit Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying on the heads at the same time.

"Okay, these secrets I mentioned are also recorded in Ye Shura's ancient books."

"If you want to know more, why not read it yourself."

"I'm going to take a nap, a short nap."

"The imprints of the Holy Spirit will continue to fuse until they can no longer fit in the body, or until the tomb is closed, it will naturally stop, and you don't need to worry about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tianzi's figure had disappeared.

The sea of ​​blood calmed down again, and the mountain of corpses stopped shaking.

In addition to the suppressed sounds of pain from Ejifla, Goose Daxian and other friends, there were only the joyful and playful sounds of Guagua, intermingling and interfering with each other.

"Okay, let's study in seclusion."

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying looked at each other, one used flying and the other used walking, and landed at the bottom of the corpse mountain at the same time.

They roughly sorted out the piles of ancient books, and then looked into the mountains of blood and corpses to delve into their soul power and study them carefully. They all looked attentive.

When you are hungry, take out the animal meat from the storage device, chew it and swallow it.

When you are sleepy, take a sip of blood water and your internal organs will be as hot as fire, and your spirit will be renewed.

In this way, days become months, and months become years.

They gradually lose the concept of time, repeating the same action every day, but the sea of ​​souls is filling up day by day. A large amount of obscure and ancient knowledge gives their dark pupils a trace of vicissitudes different from their youth. (End of chapter)