Chapter 340 Lord of the Night

"Since you are a member of the Ye clan, why do you need to do this?"

The gentle voice resounded across the nine heavens. Facing the gorgeous glow, a woman stood on the sky-reaching stone pillar, her eyes bright and her smile still the same.

The most holy fetus, the female fish, is lying on the ground on her back, like a mountain, surrounded by clouds and fog, rising straight into the sky, its majestic momentum is frightening.

"Holy Ancestor Yeshu..."

Ye Hanlian raised her head, looked at the clouds, and immediately let out a sound of surprise.

Ye Shu smiled lightly, like the morning breeze and said:

"I risked my life to die, bravely entered the tomb, and finally came back victorious."

"Through all these, meritorious deeds are shaken, and glory is worn. They should be included in the family register, famous for future generations, and immortal for thousands of years."

"Don't dare."

Ye Hanlian bowed from a distance, put her hands together and said:

"Han Lian was terrified, but she managed to live for a hundred years, and by chance she got a life-extending holy medicine, which gave her a beautiful face and green hair."

"I have never seen the fragment of the divine bow that the clan needs most, let alone taken it... The so-called meritorious service is unworthy."

"Well……"

Ye Shu brushed his hands and said in an approachable manner:

"It's just a matter of chance. If you can survive, it's great."

"What's the point of imposing other demands?"

Ye Shu said softly, his dark pupils dotted with sunlight continued to wander around the crowd.

Just for a moment, she paused again, stared at Ye Qiuguo, and said softly:

"Hey... your aura is clearly stuck at level 6, and you haven't transferred to another class yet."

"But it seems that you are no longer a B-level authority, but an A-level authority. Your authority is completely different from the past..."

"Holy Ancestor Mingjian!"

Ye Qiuguo bowed and saluted, and said generously:

"I arrived at the 12th floor of the tomb, and spent thirty years breaking through a young king's palace."

"Under the baptism of Shao Wangshi, the early job transfer was successfully triggered, and the authority was changed to an A-level "Soul Knight"... The harvest was huge. "

"Not bad, worthy of celebration."

Yeshu nodded gently:

"The newly promoted young king, Ye Qiuguo."

"If I work hard for ten years, I won't be able to advance to the 7th rank independently."

"You can enter the secret realm "Thousand Needle Soul Sea", where the dead Holy Spirit of the Underworld is buried, and sucking its soul essence may help you take a crucial step, break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, flying gracefully. "

"Thank you, Holy Ancestor!"

Ye Qiuguo smiled and saluted again, then took a step back to observe the changes in the remaining clan members from the perspective of a bystander.

"That girl Yun Ruo actually died young..."

"And Xiao Shen, Xiao Ran, A Quan... What a pity."

Yeshu shook his head and sighed, then showed a hint of relief:

"Fortunately, Bu Yi, Xiao Chun, Ling Wu, Mo'er, Xian... you have lived up to expectations and returned in triumph."

The people whose names were called looked at each other, either expressionless or feeling lost.

A hundred years have passed, such an inconspicuous time, but the old friend is no longer here.

Yesterday's flowers faded away, that's all.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sad about."

Ye Xien still had the cross scar on his face. He held the evolved form of the Blood Drinking Knife - the Blood Drinking Frenzy Knife in one hand while showing a disdainful smile:

"Aren't you mentally prepared before going to the tomb?"

"Everyone is mortal. It doesn't matter if you die early or late."

"Being able to die in Shura's Tomb is a blessing that many tribesmen can only ask for. Remembering them... Haha, it's a waste of time!"

"It has to be Brother Xien!"

Ye Aobai, who had only one head left, laughed loudly:

“I didn’t even see him in the tomb, I miss him so much!”

"Have you become an S-class "Grand Sword Master"? Okay, okay, after I finish teaching Ye Buqun, I will come to you for a discussion right away! "

"Wait for you!"

Ye Xien, who was holding his arms, looked calm and calm, but the fighting spirit under his eyes was boiling.

Obviously, with one step of promotion, the contracted spirit also ascends to the immeasurable level. The changes before and after are so different, it is necessary to fight and carefully verify the power.

"The returning young king...except for a few cases such as Ye Qiuguo and Ye Long, all others seem to have been promoted to the seventh level?"

Lord Ye Han, who remained silent, took in all the scenes and sentences in his eyes and ears.

He kept observing and discovering.

Ye Buyi may have become an S-class "Necromancer".

Ye Lingwu has a high probability of transforming into an S-level "Spirit-Slaying General".

Yemo, who is in charge of the super-grade "Warcraft Knight", has the S-level "Warcraft Commander".

Ye Chun, who is also a super-class but has the title of "Silent Killer", has been promoted to an S-class "Silent Killer"...

…

The changes in the clan members are more distinct than the last.

In comparison, he who failed to advance to the 7th rank was an outlier.

"Hey, Shaibi actually survived?"

"I've been unlucky for so long, and finally got some shitty luck. It's quite eye-opening."

"But... even he can survive. Those clan members who died are really disappointing..."

Ye Xien sneered and suddenly looked to his side.

Just to his left, Ye Yin's body was smeared with mud, as if he had just crawled out of the mud. He smelled of rotten fish and shrimp, which was disgusting.

Ye Xien endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold it back.

He pulled out the blood-drinking sword, and saw a flash of light from the sword, and a huge wave of blood swept through Ye Yin, like a torrent of blood, washing him clean inside and out.

Then, Ye Xien, who was about to be sarcastic and continue teasing, suddenly pursed his lips, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and his disdainful expression quickly retreated.

"You...are Ye Yin?"

How sure it was a moment ago, how confusing it is now.

In everyone's impression, Ye Yin has always been the unique one.

He has no friends or close relatives. He is an octogenarian from skin to bone, and may burp at any time.

But... after the blood wave washed away, the human body revealed actually had a head full of black hair.

A pair of sparkling eyes, intelligent and transparent.

The jade-like skin is more delicate than that of a woman.

Even more exaggerated, the hunchbacked appearance in the memory was completely gone.

Ye Yin now has a back as straight as a bear, shoulders as broad as a tiger, and legs as long as a leopard - there is still a little bit of the old embarrassment. He completely looks like a sixteen-year-old boy who has just grown up. He is in the prime of youth and has unlimited future and potential. possible.

"I...restored my appearance when I was young?"

In a daze, Ye Yin found a sword blade from the storage space and used the shining blade as a mirror to carefully examine his appearance.

Then he was stunned and opened his mouth so wide that it might be possible to stuff Ye Xien's head inside.

"Then what kind of "bad person" authority also has room for job change? "

"Are you kidding me? Do you want to become a "fading god"? Controlling the path of destiny...is this possible? "

Not only Ye Xien was shocked, but the tribesmen who knew Ye Yin a little were all stunned.

The most shocking one was Ye Mo. She managed to live to the end. Looking back on her one hundred years of experience, she felt extremely fulfilled and lucky.

But at this time, if compared with Ye Yin's changes, Ye Mo suddenly felt that his gains were insignificant, not even half of others.

"I have not obtained the authority to imbue my body...the laws of the ancestors cannot help me..."

"But sixty years ago, I had a vague feeling that the experience points required for the sixth level had reached a bottleneck."

"Forty years ago, this feeling was even stronger. If I hadn't been in the tomb, I would have definitely broken through and tried new possibilities..."

Ye Yin stroked his handsome face when he was young and murmured:

"After leaving the tomb, my authority was promoted in an instant."

"There is no more "flying misfortune", no more "miraculous disintegration"... With each passing day, the further authority is completely different from the past. "

"I... no longer suffer from bad luck?"

"S-class "survivor", completely get rid of bad luck, ascend from hell to heaven, and start to embrace luck? "

…

It seemed like gibberish, but also like murmuring a prayer.

In the center of Wuri City, in the area of ​​the central altar, there were whispers for a while.

Everyone was looking at Ye Yin and whispering to each other. After learning about him from their friends, everyone was more surprised than the other.

"This man was so unlucky that no one wanted to get close to him?"

"Even if you just go on adventures with him, you may be harmed by him, die miserably in the wilderness, and have your body eaten by wild beasts... and the end will be extremely tragic?"

Amid the noisy discussion, five ancient words appeared next to Ye Yin's body, like five talismans, tightly surrounding his flesh and blood body.

The young tribesmen were confused and unable to identify.

Even the elder frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't find the answer.

"Longevity, wealth, health, good virtue, and a good death..."

"This is the "Five Blessings" in the secular world, which means not being affected by disease and disaster; not being troubled by poverty and oppression; not being disturbed by pain and strife; not being eroded by evil and temptation; not being affected by regrets and regrets. The torture..."

"This is a mere mortal's wish for health, wealth, spiritual realm, and life's journey. It's not child's play."

Yeshu spoke slowly, his gentle and peaceful eyes as always.

When she finished speaking, she sighed softly, and a faint smile jumped into the eyes of the tribe:

"I have a feeling that your future is very exciting."

"Suffering so much suffering, going through so much misfortune, after the rain, we should enjoy the blessings of all living beings and be reborn in Nirvana."

"I... feel very confused and can't accept this reality yet."

Ye Yin glanced at Ye Shu, then looked back at Lord Ye Han, lowered his head, and a look of trance filled his cheeks.

"Hey, which floor did you go to, and where did you spend a hundred years?"

The strong Yelong asked loudly from a distance of several hundred meters.

"I spent nearly twenty years on the 15th floor."

"The 16th floor, nearly forty years."

"In the last forty years, I hid on the 17th floor and faked my death six hundred and thirty-seven times... and finally survived until the tomb was closed."

"hiss--"

Yelong took a breath, and his first reaction was, what nonsense is this kid talking about?

We went up to the 15th floor, and then we went to the 16th and 17th floors.

The closer you get to the bottom floors, even the Infinite Fetuses are everywhere.

How can a person with bad luck and the twins of heaven and earth gain a foothold there?

"He didn't lie, and there was no need to lie."

Ye Nishang, floating in mid-air, her voice always obscured by a mass of black mist, said in a very calm tone:

"I saw him on the 17th floor."

"Once, I helped him piece together the body parts and recovered the missing flesh and blood tissue."

Crash-the black mist dissipated, and Ye Nishang, who was as cold as the snow-capped mountains and as clean as the ice lotus, finally appeared in the eyes of the world with a completely new look.

Ye Hanjun and Ye Liuying both looked intently.

The former "Angel of Eternal Night" wore a gold and silver jade hairpin on her head, a string of heavenly water beads on her ears, a purple demon pendant on her chest, a crystal life lock on her wrist, a cinnamon sachet on her waist, and exquisite jeweled shoes on her feet. She even wore the same outfit. They are also all colorful silks and satins.

She combines the most stunning beauty in the world, yet does not fall into the trappings of the world. She is unconventional and eye-catching.

The six wings on its back endow it with the arrogance of an angel and the ferocity of a demon at the same time.

The place covered by the wings is the eternal territory. Those who go against the light live, those who face the sun die, and the iron and blood are ruthless.

The power of Ye Nishang is obvious to all.

Relying on her rank to reach the top, she was able to suppress even Ye Qiyu and Ye Mochou. She had fought one against two on many occasions, and was known as the leader of the Three Emperors, and no one doubted them.

But now, this feeling of energy has been greatly sublimated and reached an indescribable level.

She wore a complete set of black jade soft armor, which perfectly outlined the outline of her breasts and the plumpness of her thighs.

On the neck, a string of black crystal necklaces is like a black sun, gathering all the light beams.

On the wrist, a pair of black crystal bracelets, matte with a hint of radiance, full of traces of time.

At the waist, the lock-shaped black crystal belt looks like it is made of overlapping keel bones and phoenix bones, with a noble texture.

On the feet, a pair of black crystal high-top boots cover half of the calf, and are then combined with the soft armor of the legs.

Not an inch of skin was exposed, but the long and graceful legs were highlighted in an extremely attractive way.

Of course, these are only part of the "Night Costume". Although they are the main body, they are not ranked first in importance.

The first one must be the eight wings extending from the shoulder blades.

Each piece is as soft as velvet, but it is also filled with the deep ink marks of poetry and song in landscape paintings. Ancient power emerges here, and mysterious laws turn into a terrifying abyss to swallow people's hearts.

"Beauty... can no longer be used to describe Sister Nishang."

"She is like a graceful and noble imperial concubine. She can conquer the country and the city, but she insists on holding military power and using absolute force to intimidate the princes. Who dares to offend her might not even know how to write the word "death"..."

Ye Qiuguo suppressed the horror on his face, deeply, deeply in awe of the peerless figure under the spotlight.

SS level - Lord of the Night!

This is one of the core inheritance powers of the Ye clan, and it is shown in its ultimate form!

Don't look at the other young kings, they are all S-class at the same level.

Compared with the double S-class and the single S-class, compared with the gap between the S-class and the A-class, the gap remains the same, and it is never possible to keep pace with each other.

"Are you also on the 17th floor?"

Another faint voice spoke, and the almost submissive and oppressive atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

All eyes on the altar shifted, focusing on the human body standing upright like a jade sculpture in the southwest corner.

Under the focus, Ye Qiyu stood with his arms folded. There was no trace of smile in his eyes or the corners of his mouth:

"I've been on the 17th floor for at least twenty years. Why have I never seen you?"

Ye Nishang glanced at it and said coldly:

"Staying in such a magical land will lead to desperate situations again and again."

"I haven't had time to relax yet and play some games where I meet the tribesmen by chance."

"When you encounter it, you encounter it. If you miss it, you miss it. It doesn't matter."

"The truth is the truth."

Ye Qiyu stared at Ye Nishang, with a strange look in his eyes:

"How do I feel that you are intact, without any hidden injuries?"

"Look at the guy next door. Even though he was promoted to the 7th rank, he now holds the power of the "Evil Emperor". "

"But the exhaustion conveyed in the soul, trying to hide it from my perception... is futile and powerless."

In the atmosphere of contention, a third person was involved.

The man grinned and suddenly relaxed his tense muscles.

In an instant, cracks appeared on his body surface, cold sweat continued to flow, and blood continued to flow out.

"Before the tomb was closed, I encountered a very important opportunity."

"In order to avoid running out of time and ending up halfway, I had to take the forbidden medicine in exchange for a temporary burst and speed up the capture..."

In a few words, briefly describe the situation, Ye Mochou sat cross-legged.

The abyss manifested under him, but did not spread. There was just enough space for one person.

However, a pair of frightened eyes were fixed in the small abyss.

They could vaguely see a demon in the shape of a large python, as well as a wolf-shaped demon, a pig-shaped demon, and a crab-shaped demon, standing at the four corners of the abyss, sitting in the southeast, northwest, and west respectively.

"After the Heaven-Devouring Earth-Devouring Snake Demon King...Brother Mochou has bound other demon kings?"

"This is impossible. Can't the Demon King's dependents only be bound to one demon and receive the blessing of the same bloodline?"

"The wolf-shaped demon is like the legendary "Wolf Demon". It has no wings but controls the way of the sky. It is not weak in a fight with the heavenly beasts. "

"That pig-shaped demon, could it be the "Fat Pig King"? "

"This clan can rebound damage just by relying on their skin, and their blood energy is bottomless."

"If it weren't for the huge appetite and the need to find food day and night, which would make survival difficult, I could definitely dominate the corner of the Underworld Lantern and move closer to the direction of the strongest Holy Spirit..."

"And the crab-shaped demon is probably the "Ancient Crab Demon King" who appeared briefly in recent times. "

"It is not known for its defensive power, but it masters a trace of the law of time and can ripen elixirs or make living things age."

"Because of his abnormal abilities, it is said that he was besieged by other demon kings. In the end, the tribe was wiped out, and not a single descendant survived..."

Outside the altar, the voices of discussion became louder and louder one after another.

The speakers were not all young people. Many elders who joined in the fun, whether they were from the same family or with other surnames, were speechless and were shocked:

"Incredible! Beyond imagination!"

"Ye Mochou actually became the dependent of four demon kings? How strong will his fighting power be once he recovers from his injuries?"

"What do you know?"

An old elder shouted to another old woman with a red face:

“That’s the ‘Evil Emperor’! The double S-class "Evil King"! "

"This is the ultimate manifestation of the Demonic Attendant's path, and he can compete with Nishang's "Lord of the Night"! "

"Such a power would be shocking if it were not powerful."

"There is also Qiyu. Even though he has restrained his aura at this time, he looks a bit harmless."

"It is mentioned in ancient books that the "Eight-Eyed Rakshasa" has a high probability of evolving into the "King of Rakshasa"! "

"He will possess the "Evil Divine Eyes", "Infinite Supernatural Powers" and "King's Butcher's Knife" to specifically restrain undead evil spirits. The more ferocious the enemy is, the more incredible his combat power will be. It is difficult to say there is an upper limit! "

Amazement, fear, envy, awe...all kinds of emotions spread among the crowd.

This is understandable. Before entering the tomb, the leader of the younger generation was even called the "Young Emperor".

Leave the tomb, reach the 7th level, and complete the job change.

The level they were targeting became the elders of the ethnic group.

The problem is that A-level elders are probably the mainstay of the family.

An S-class elder is already a leader in his class and once held the rank of Young King.

SS level, isn't it true that no one dares to take on the role of a tiger among a flock of sheep?

"The three emperors all came out alive. This is the Ye family's greatest luck."

On another stone pillar that reaches the sky, there is a holy fetus that has never been seen before, with the head of a bear, the arms of a human, and the lower body of a horse.

It is called "Ursus". Although its name is simple, it is the most holy bloodline among the demihumans. It can summon boulders to throw and trample mountains. It is brutal and direct.

"Besides... look at their brows."

"That bloody scar just shows that they fought countless battles in the tomb, broke through hundreds of secret realms, and their great gains have been recognized by the will of the ancestors."

"Hmm..." Yeshu nodded slightly, "The son of Shura, there is no doubt about it."

"With this scar, they will receive invisible protection at the 7th or even 8th level, accelerating the growth of their authority. As long as they don't die prematurely, they will definitely reach the 9th level."

"Yes, these are three "preparatory saints." "

The Ursus and the Horse sighed:

"It can take anywhere from hundreds of years to thousands of years. Once we arrive, the Ye clan will reach its peak combat power."

"Even with their potential here, they might have a chance to hit the championship."

"If it succeeds, that would be amazing."

"Not only has Ye's dilemma been solved, it has made us a hundred times more relaxed."

"If Ye Shi lives for tens of thousands more years, he will definitely become an immortal legend in the world of spirits. No living being dares to despise us, and those who blaspheme will be killed without mercy..."

"There are more than three sons of Shura..."

Ye Shu did not listen to Ursuma's fantasy about the future and interrupted it softly. His gentle eyes finally fell on Lord Ye Han:

"Didn't you see that this young man also has a bloody scar on his forehead?"

"He also experienced life and death, passed the test left by his ancestor, and obtained his own title."

"..."

The bear-centaur was silent, its ferocious eyes looked from top to bottom, as if observing an ant:

"Is this the Dual Authority of the Ye family that I heard about before, that baby named Han Jun?"

"It's a pity that so far, the iron law that dual powers cannot be promoted to the 7th level has not been broken by anyone."

"Until he achieves a feat that will last forever, I will reserve my opinion on him and will not evaluate him easily."

"If he succeeds, he will not be ashamed of the sky, look down to the beasts, and be worthy of his heart, and his future generations will be feared."

"If he fails, he will be like withered grass on a deserted road. A moment of stubbornness will still not save him from his fate. He is just a pitiful and pathetic person, adding salt to his wounds. I disdain to do such immoral things, and it will be useless to say anything more. ." (End of chapter)