Chapter 343 The Abyss of the World of Mortals, Drinking From the Ma Family

"The abyss of the world of mortals, the Yin Ma clan, the Clown Emperor..."

Ye Hanjun murmured silently, his eyes empty.

These ten words are bloody and heartbreaking.

The records in the family history are very clear. In the late Ancient Era, the Yinma family dominated the Dark Light Abyss.

Their title is called "King of Playing Life", they waste their lives, play games with life, and are most moody.

The fetus of the God that accompanies the Xi Ming Dynasty is called the "Clown Emperor". He was born out of the devil clan and is the god of devils through and through.

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

However, at the end of the Ancient Era, Ye Shura ascended to the throne.

The first thing He did after becoming a disciple was to challenge the Ming King.

The old master who dominated the Ming Lantern failed to defend his dignity and died in the shock of all races.

However, the first generation Clown Emperor managed to survive and escaped from the Dark Lantern with the remnants of the Yin Ma clan, and thus disappeared.

"Back then - if only the ancestors could eradicate the roots!"

Ye Xi'en tightly grasped the handle of the Blood-Drinking Crazy Knife, and with a slightly rapid breathing, he expressed the unrest in his heart:

"The ancestor has been on the path of invincibility all his life, pursuing the way of killing, and has buried countless powerful clans from the ancient era."

"But he personally admitted that he killed the King of Destiny, but allowed the Clown King to escape, which inadvertently laid the foundation for disaster for the ethnic group. Maybe one day, his descendants will need to bear the consequences..."

"Brother Xien, this is inappropriate."

Ye Ao ground his snow-white teeth and said with murderous intent:

"As future generations, we already enjoy the bloodline advantages given by our ancestors. If we pursue perfection, we will be greedy."

"Since the situation cannot be reversed, we can only face the difficulties, fight to stand up again, and be reborn through blood!"

"Why."

Ye Mo sighed:

"Getting rid of the word 'little' and just rising to the top of the clan."

"With such a limited time and such an urgent crisis, what can we do?"

"Holy Ancestor."

Ye Qiyu seemed to be unable to hear the conversation of his tribe, and there was nothing else in his eyes. He stared straight at Ye Ying and asked calmly:

"In the abyss of the world of mortals, is there a new god?"

"If there is only the Clown Emperor, with Ye's background and the headquarters, how can they dare to invade?"

Ye Ying shook his head and did not answer directly, opening the scars of history:

"At the end of the ancient eon, the remnants of the Drinking Horse and the first clown emperor were like rats crossing the street, scurrying around."

"Existing information shows that they finally escaped to the abyss of the world of mortals. With the help of the Fenquan clan, who was still the lord of the mortal world at the time, they lived incognito and eked out an elusive existence."

"In the early days of modern antiquity, the first clown emperor died, and the old Yinma tribe declined, and was on the verge of annihilation countless times."

"But they endured the humiliation and survived."

"When the Fenquan family's title came to an end in the middle of the Late Era, they continued to endure it."

"In the late ancient eon, the Fenquan clan's last guardian deity "Goddess Rouge" fell. Not long after, the second generation Clown Emperor became a god and suppressed the chaotic abyss of the world of mortals by himself, becoming the new lord of the mortal world. "

"This time, they learned the lesson well from their near-failure last time."

"If we go all out, the second generation Clown Emperor may have the possibility of killing Fenquan's old tribe."

"But he chose peaceful development and made the Fenquan clan the second overlord of the Red Dust Abyss. They shared resources and jointly dominated the entire abyss."

"To the extent that...because of fear of the heritage left by my ancestor of the Ye family, the second generation Clown Emperor survived the catastrophe of the universe, and even survived the second era of the new universe. After making sufficient preparations, he decided to take action."

"I have a hunch that what He wants is not victory, but absolutely crushing revenge. He will not give up until the blood of my Ye family is wiped out..."

"Pooh!"

On the throne, Ye Qianmo's clone sneered:

"Does He still want to become the master of the two abyss?"

"For a child of the Conferred God, becoming the Lord of the Abyss is already the limit."

"The human heart is not as good as a snake swallowing an elephant. If you suffer the consequences, Ye Shi is happy to welcome that day."

"It's better to imagine the worst."

On the other throne, Ye Shu's face was full of worry:

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

"Once the flames of war ignite the Hell Lantern, they will definitely join forces to ensure an absolute victory."

"However, to this day, except for the Clown Emperor, we are completely unable to confirm which crowned or god-born children we would like to take action at any cost."

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

"The unknown means uncertainty, and the source of fear is born from this. If it cannot be cracked, if it cannot be dealt with, the people of Sunless City will be panic-stricken. The sudden appearance of the Eye of Thunder and Lightning today undoubtedly verifies this result."

Ye Shu's words caused silence to fall into the palace again.

As a few sighs rang out, several trembling old holy beasts asked for orders with the sound of urns:

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

"Seal our soul memories, sneak into the world of mortals, and try to steal information."

"no!"

Another holy beast in its prime immediately interrupted:

"Only one of the Holy Spirits who sneaked into the abyss of mortal world has returned."

"But in the late ancient era, those who ostensibly broke away from our clan were actually just vassal saints who sneaked into the mortal world to gather information. They either died out naturally or were swept away, and were completely useless."

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

"Unless there are fetuses of the Conferred Gods to investigate for us, if we send the fetuses of the Holy Saint, they will all die, which is totally meaningless."

"Seconded."

Ye Qianmo nodded and admonished:

"To detect intelligence, we can only start from other channels."

"What is more important for our family now is to contact the races and forces that had good relations with my Ye clan during the ancient eon and even the modern eon."

"If we can find help from other Conferred Gods or Titles, we, Ye Clan, can delay the start of the war. The longer it is delayed, the more favorable the situation will be for us."

"Speaking lightly, easier said than done?"

There is a devil with a sharp voice who speaks pure devil language:

"Following the crowd, this set of rules applies to all intelligent species."

"Since the fall of our ancestors, those races that have been friendly with each other have either turned a cold eye or turned against each other."

"No matter how good the relationship was in the past, it is still strong today."

"In the long years, they have probably helped the Ye family several times and repaid the favor of the ancestor."

"To this day, I, the Ye clan, have no title or title, so why should they continue to help us? How charming is my Ye clan, worthy of them going deep into this pit of fire?"

…

The parliament was sometimes chaotic, sometimes irritable, and sometimes silent. Every word and sentence revealed the urgency of the impending war.

Ye Hanjun listened carefully, looking dazed as he listened.

After a long time, even the saint's mouth became dry and his tongue was completely eroded by anxiety.

Ye Ying raised her hand, stopped the topic, turned to the young tribesman, and said indifferently:

"The hatred between my Ye family and the Yinma family has no room for relief."

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

"Next, I will briefly describe the other information."

"Except for the abyss of the world of mortals, when we first entered the second era of the new universe, all the heavens were in complete chaos."

"The Silent Abyss was unsealed from its eternal frozen state, ancient species fully recovered, and the entire Ice Abyss fell into civil war and began to compete for the position of the Lord of the Abyss..."

"The Sun Abyss, which was desolate and lonely for an entire universe, welcomed the former kings - the Hanba clan."

"There was a drought demon who was suppressed in the lost sea of ​​fog in ancient times and returned to the origin of the ethnic group."

"If it finds the sealing place of the ancestor and releases the undefeated myth of the Ancient Era, the Goddess of Heaven, the Sun Abyss will return to its absolute hegemony in the Ancient Era, and no god will dare to take it lightly..."

"Also, the Totem Tomb, the Giant Kun Valley, the Elf Tomb...for some reason, the dusty ancient forbidden lands have chosen to appear one after another."

"In the barren tomb, a god-level "Great God of Desolation" crawled out and pushed all the way. Now it has broken into the Earth God Mountain and is fighting with the gods there..."

…

Ye Hanjun was numb.

Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, Ye Mochou—either their faces were covered with frost, or they were silent.

None of this information is good news.

It’s no wonder that many of the ethnic groups who have been friends with each other for generations are unwilling to help the Ye clan.

The overall situation is so chaotic that they cannot protect themselves in a crisis.

To plunge into the abyss of the world of mortals and to raise formidable enemies, isn't that the way to die?

"The situation...is roughly the same."

Ye Ying lowered his head, put away the fierce light in his eyes, and said:

"The only news that can't be judged as good or bad yet."

"The privileged elder of the Ye clan, Yu Ruxin, was personally led by Jin Xuanzi. After arriving at the Flower God Valley, he lost his voice."

"They may have entered this paradise-like ancient ruins. If they can gain something, our clan will have another ray of hope."

"?"

Ye Aobai, Ye Buqun... all looked at Lord Ye Han.

It can be said that everyone knows that Yu Ruxin is Ye Hanjun's disciple after the bell of the era rings.

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

If he could establish a certain relationship with an ancient being like Earth Immortal, Ye Shi might be able to get extra help.

"After all, it is a fallen crown."

Ye Hanjun said expressionlessly:

"Even if you are extremely lucky, you really get His inheritance or a relic."

"It takes time to digest, and what I, the Ye clan, lack most right now happen to be time."

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

"I, the Ye clan, need a real title and a title as a god. Only by frightening and solving the enemy at its root can we usher in a glorious restart."

"so--"

Ye Qiyu suddenly took over the topic and looked directly into Lord Ye Han's eyes with a cold gaze:

"As one of the hopes of the ethnic group, when will you wait before facing the natural disaster?"

"The Holy Ancestor is specifically here to increase the strength of the clan-protecting formation for you."

"In the second era of the new universe, it is better for you to kick off the fate of our Ye clan."

"That's fine."

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

"I need the blood of the most holy child, is there any Holy Spirit willing to help?"

"In terms of attributes, priority is given to thunder, followed by darkness, water, wood, light, wind... the more, the better."

"I come!"

A series of afterimages flashed, and a centipede-shaped insect with spiral electric drill pliers lay on the ground, its mini compound eyes gushing with manic light:

"I am the "Electric Clamp Dragon Centipede". I am small in size, but actually have the power of a giant dragon! "

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

"But there is no other Holy Spirit in this temple who is more in line with the thunder attribute than me!"

"very good."

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

He lightly scratched the electric pliers Dragon Centipede and said calmly and casually:

"Return to the Yin."

"Wow--"

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

A piece of blue-black blood energy as thick as a thumb was pulled out of the electric pliers Dragon Centipede's body.

Under normal circumstances, this would be impossible.

Even if it is an S-level authority, if it is activated by the 6th level, trying to take away the life energy of the 9th-level Holy Fetus is tantamount to wishful thinking.

But at this moment, the Electric Clamp Dragon Centipede suppressed its instincts, which was equivalent to having no defense.

It was even adding fuel to the flames, proactively donating blood and assisting Lord Ye Han in depriving him of it.

In front of everyone's eyes, Lord Yehan seemed to be no one else.

He concentrated on controlling the blood of dragons and insects and poured it all into the Book of Life and Death.

When the blood energy expanded from the thickness of a thumb to the thickness of an arm, the blue-black blood energy turned into a mist, flooding Lord Ye Han from head to toe.

"Return to the Yin."

"Return to the Yin."

"Return to the Yin."

Lord Yehan cast spells continuously, depriving him again and again.

When the spell was cast for the tenth time, dozens of pairs of appendages of the Electric Clamp Dragon Centipede twitched slightly, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes and said in great surprise:

"The power of a good evildoer can not only deprive the surface of blood, but also deprive the real life span?"

"You know, there are three levels of hierarchy between us!"

"With just ten spells, you took away at least three hundred years of my lifespan, and you actually gave me a sense of weakness... Incredible!"

"Shua——"

Lord Yehan stopped drawing blood, sensed the empty capacity in the book of life and death, and raised his eyes to scan the throne.

Soon, he locked his eyes on the second target, bowed his head towards her, and saluted seriously:

"Holy Ancestor Roufeng, I want the blood of the Black Martial King, can I give up a strand of it?"

"Roar!"

Ye Roufeng rarely talks or smiles.

But King Heiwu roared and jumped down from his seat, like a big mountain falling in front of Lord Yehan.

"Return to the Yin."

Ye Hanjun moved his lips, but the judge's pen remained motionless.

The Black Martial King roared again, as if questioning him, what are you doing stupidly, work quickly!

"Your Excellency's leather armor is too thick, I can't take away your longevity." Lord Ye Han shook his head.

"I'll help you."

As Ye Ying's faint voice fell, a wound about one meter long appeared on King Black Martial King's abdomen.

Ye Hanjun's pupils shrank. At such a close distance, he actually didn't see how Ye Ying did it. He only felt that the Black Martial King was injured in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The Black Martial King, who belonged to the Barbarian Beast, bared his teeth and urged again.

Lord Yehan no longer hesitated and returned to the underworld five times in a row to reserve a part of the pure blood of the dark elements.

"Not enough...far from it."

Ye Hanjun raised his eyes for the third time and locked eyes with a demon king:

"Are you willing to give up the blood of the hell beast?"

"Jiejie..."

The half-rotten demon king showed a scary smile.

Without saying a word, it just dug 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 spells three times in a row and stopped immediately.

When the rotten flesh fell to the ground, not a drop of blood was spattered. It was like a ball of weathered rocks, with dust remaining on the ground.

"Boy, can you still eat it?"

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

The ant was actually alive. It shook twice and suddenly woke up. A pair of tentacles crackled and flashed, and the dazzling lightning beam condensed into two miniature tornadoes.

"This is the famous thunder ant in Xinshengzhou. I thought it was interesting, so I kept it in my stomach without eating it. I gave it to you."

As he spoke, the Corpse Demon King dropped the ant and hit it directly on Lord Ye Han's head.

"Return to the Yin!"

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

This thunder ant is not the embryo of the Holy Saint, and it has not even touched the embryo of the world.

Its rank is nothing more than an infinite virtual introduction, which is basically consistent with the contracted spirit of those who have cleared the Great Tomb of Shura.

Of course, this rank is still higher than Lord Yehan.

But with each hook, the ferocious Thunder Ant became visibly weakened, and its momentum dropped significantly.

"Return to the Yin! Return to the Yin! Return to the Yin!!"

Lord Yehan continued to seize them without being polite at all.

In just a few minutes, the thunder ants were lying on the ground, breathing heavily and not even having the strength to escape.

"Okay, next one."

Ye Hanjun did not kill the chicken to retrieve the eggs, leaving Thunder Ant with a life.

But the Corpse Demon King was too lazy to swallow it again. He pointed his finger and a pale beam of light passed by. The thunder ants rotted into a corpse with only bones and no flesh and blood, and there was no vitality at all.

"Mu, is there any blood that is proficient in the wood element that can be supplied?"

"here."

A Holy Spirit in the form of a plant pulled out a cluster of onion-like body tissue from its head and threw it over lightly.

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

…

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

They watched Lord Yehan cast his spells, just like the saints on the throne, paying full attention and fixing their eyes.

No one asked why Lord Yehan wanted these life energies.

There was no investigation into what kind of power Ye Hanjun's hell judge actually possessed.

In the royal palace, apart from the occasional low roar, there was only the sound of Lord Ye Han'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 the weight, and as if he had some realization, he said without being humble or arrogant:

"That's about all the preparation we can do."

"Please ask the Holy Ancestor to send me out of the city. I will test the method with my own experience and officially reach the 7th level."

"Just in the city."

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

"Twenty-four Holy Spirits are here to open the "Skylight" for you alone, which will protect the Wushen City and give you the most perfect place to overcome the disaster. "

"Don't have any burdens or worries. This is the last protection that the family can do for you. Whether it will succeed or not, we will wait and see." (End of Chapter)