Chapter 361 The Bad Earth Emperor

"Boom!!"

Each Clown Emperor was split into two pieces, and with a few loud noises that shook the earth and the sky, they fell to the ground, which collapsed and sunk down to a depth of a thousand meters.

There was silence in Sunless City, as if all living creatures had fallen asleep.

However, the light of the dark moon quietly fell and passed over the man's shoulders, as if he was wearing an invincible cloak.

The calmer his face is, the more his invincible spirit is revealed.

"The Clown King in his prime can't even block a few moves..."

"Is this the title of our clan? Heroic, able to turn the tide, capable of swallowing mountains and rivers, reaching the top..."

"My ancestor! Lord of the Underworld Lamp, live a hundred years and live forever! My Ye clan will continue to be glorious! My Ye clan will continue to be glorious!"

One after another, the great elders bearing the surname of Ye, no matter whether they were full-blooded or young-looking, paid homage, paid homage, and paid homage crazily.

They were so excited and so enthusiastic.

The glory that we have been praying for day and night appears in a desperate situation.

Mingming merges with the sun and moon, and the colors overflow with light.

Gold and jade lean against the sky, jade shines into the abyss.

From now on, the Ye surname is exalted, why is the divine clan declining? They have returned to the supreme throne. Who in the world dares to bully them?

"Welcome the new ancestor of the night!"

"Welcome the new ancestor of the night!"

"The new ancestor is here, please pay homage to me!"

…

Some of the vassals hidden in the refuge area also rushed to the streets, bowed to the ground, and exercised the most complicated etiquette.

Ye Shitian was indifferent, looking coldly at the sunken and sinking earth, the death sickle in his hand as sharp as ever.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The Clown Emperor, who had returned to his only true form, crushed the rock fragments holding down his divine body with his bare hands, and crawled out of the gap using his hands and feet.

He was injured, with gray knife marks all over his body.

The entire body seemed to have been broken into more than a dozen pieces and then forcibly put back together. The sense of dissonance was very serious.

"That's it... controls the law of death..."

"The two-headed fetus of the God of Conferment only has the outline of the Witch God. It essentially symbolizes death and can be perfectly integrated with your divine power..."

The Clown Emperor stumbled and finally managed to maintain his stance. He raised his head, his left eye glowed green and his right eye glowed red, and he said sadly:

"I can feel that your state is different from the real crown..."

"For you to succeed, you must have paid an unimaginable price, so that you can obtain this power that is enough to kill a god..."

"Boom!!"

The Death Scythe fell for the second time, a gray crack was split in the sky, and boundless death intent rushed out, all aimed at the Clown King.

"Bang!"

The Clown Emperor suddenly became gigantic and raised his arms to block.

Then his arms were broken, his head exploded, and his whole body was almost split into two.

"puff!!"

The Clown King vomited blood, a mouthful of dark bloody phlegm, and spit it out on the ground, which immediately turned into a black sludge.

"Acrobatics Festival...Dream Balloon..."

"Acrobatics Festival...Space Magic..."

"Acrobatics Festival... Ant Shuttle..."

Colorful self-exploding balloons, transfer positions out of thin air, shrink to the size of a grain of rice for assassination...

The second-generation devil god exerted all his strength and struggled to the death.

In response, Ye Shitian struck down one sword after another. Everything the sword passed through was broken, and no skill could touch his crown.

"Emperor!"

Under the clown throne, a group of blood descendants knelt down and screamed in trembling surprise.

Their ability to survive the collapse of the colorful temple is enough to prove their strength.

Among them, the one with an eye on his forehead is called the "One-eyed Clown". Although he is the most holy child, he only inherits a weak ray of divinity from the Clown Emperor and is not very powerful at the ninth level.

But there is another bloodline - the "Clown King".

Only by growing to the Holy Perfection and being granted the title by the blood of the Clown Emperor can the one-eyed clown truly awaken the bloodline of the god and transform into the king of clowns.

And if you look up at such a holy spirit - there are seven of them!

They wear clothes according to the seven colors of the rainbow, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, with bright colors and exaggerated makeup. Except for the breath that is far inferior to the clown emperor, they are 50% similar in other aspects.

At this time, they were kneeling on one knee, biting their lips, tensing their necks, looking angry, frightened, and in disbelief.

"The emperor... was defeated?"

"Ye's sudden appearance of the title is directly accompanied by two fetuses of the Gods. This subverts the understanding. There is no such precedent in the world!"

The clown king in green stared hard, and the blood stains around the edges of his eye sockets proved that he was trying to spy on the gods in the body of a holy beast in order to withstand the backlash of cause and effect.

The same goes for the clown king in red. His face is filled with unwillingness, and paired with the shiny foundation, he looks funny and helpless.

"Okay, I will admit defeat."

"The title of the human race, as long as it holds the power of actual combat type, is bound to be comparable to that of a conferred god."

"It is normal for three to bully one, and I will be defeated."

The Clown Emperor suddenly sat down on the ground, and the image of the supreme god collapsed:

"However, I will not die that easily. If you want to kill me, you will have to pay a huge price of breaking your muscles and bones."

"I propose that if you let me go today, I will completely stop thinking about returning to Ming Deng. From now on, the world of mortals and Ming Deng will not interfere with each other and coexist peacefully... How about that?"

"wishful thinking."

Ye Shitian faintly dropped four notes, and the death sickle was raised again.

"boom!!"

This time, a 100,000-meter-long slash opened in the earth. The Clown Emperor in the center was completely split in two. His organs were turned out, black blood flowed violently, and there was a terrifying gray light entangled, and the chaotic life breath became more and more... Coming weaker and weaker.

"Since the proposal is invalid, don't blame me."

The Clown Emperor stretched out his arms, hugged his shoulders, and forcibly put the divided divine body back together:

"I have always planned my plans before I act. Since I dare to come to Mingdeng in person, I will naturally be very prepared and fully prepared..."

"Although... that guy is crazy, I don't want to see him, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble and suffering the consequences."

"But if you don't give me a chance and end my life, if I don't fight back, I will become a joke to the heavens today..."

"Tear-"

The Clown Emperor took out a piece of crumpled yellow paper from his arms, pinched it with two fingers, and tore it apart.

That yellow paper has no divinity at all. If it is thrown on the ground, it will become waste paper. A wise creature will not take a high look at it, and will despise it even if it is used as toilet paper.

However, when it was officially torn apart, a circle of earth-yellow characters danced like an elf, and the terrifying energy began to spread.

"Uh-huh!"

Without thinking, Ye Shitian waved the death sickle, driving wisps of air waves that broke through the air, and pounced downwards, trying to block it with all his strength.

But as his offensive approached the Clown King, it unexpectedly slowed down, and everything turned into a slow-motion projection. It was obvious that the distance was only a few meters, and there seemed to be a chasm in the middle.

"late."

The Clown Emperor glanced at Ye Shitian coldly, and a strange smile reappeared on the corner of his mouth dripping with black blood:

"Let me leave. As long as you are still alive, I will definitely not attack you easily."

"If you don't let me go, I will fight you to the death. Let's see if it's you, the new crown, who is unstoppable, or the senior crown, whose hands can reach the sky..."

"Tear!!"

Earthy yellow dragon-shaped lightning split open the Dark Lantern Abyss from top to bottom.

A gap in the space that connects the clouds in the sky and the netherworld underground breaks free from the shackles of nothingness, like a monster opening its mouth, its earthy tongue extending forward, forming an angry loess avenue.

"Come, Lord of the Bad Earth!"

"In the tenth era of recent ancient times, we signed a covenant. If your life is in danger, you must protect me once, no matter the cost!"

The voice of the ancient demon had just subsided when the seven unsuspecting clown kings suddenly gasped and then danced with joy.

Here in Wuri City, a cold air suddenly swept across. From the saints to the vassals, they hunched their hands and hunched their backs. If they leaned on the iceberg, their souls would not be able to settle down.

"The Great Emperor of the Bad Earth...the ruler of the Bad Earth Abyss?"

"This is indeed a recognized title that exists in the world, but he cannot come out of seclusion. The new universe has not shown up yet. There has been no news about him in the world for a long time. The Clown Emperor can actually invite him here?!"

Among the vassals of the Ye clan, there was a strong human being close to the clan leader level, who showed a trace of panic and shuddered hard.

Ye Hanjun, who looked up at the sky, felt a chill in his heart.

The Bad Earth Abyss, in the era when the Sun Abyss lost its vitality, the Silent Abyss fell into eternal freezing, and the Floating Light Abyss was in chaos, ranked first among the seven abyss in terms of territory and resources, and was famous throughout the world. .

In comparison, Ming Deng, Hong Chen, and You Lan are close in all aspects, and they are essentially the same.

The Great Emperor of the Bad Earth contributed a lot to the origin of this current situation.

He is not only a human race title, he is also one of the few surviving titles in the world, a super powerful man with two contracted gods. Even if King Shura is still alive, he will not be eclipsed.

"Jiejie..."

"Clown King, my eldest brother is mentally ill and can't travel far. Let's fight for him..."

The sharp ancient demon language, like metal friction, was spat out from the mouth of a creature crawling out of the loess road.

He is shaped like a large lizard, with a body covered with pustules, a dragon-like tail, a horse-like legs, a bear-like waist, a long and thick neck, and a yellow crystal on the triangular head. Every step he takes, there is turbid liquid inside. Shake.

"Huhu... Clown King, you are so small. I have to stare as wide as possible to find where you are..."

Behind the big lizard was an even bigger monster.

His upper body looks like a butterfly with mucus hanging on it, which makes people feel very disgusting.

The lower body is as majestic as a liger, but the surface of the skin is covered with dirt, as if it had just crawled out of a cesspool.

"vomit!!"

Across the clan-protecting formation, the clan members suddenly vomited in the middle of the night, and their faces were as pale as paper. In severe cases, their consciousness was on the verge of coma, and their limbs were violently twitching.

"The dirty demon god! The dirty demon minister!"

"It's really the contracted spirit of the Emperor of the Bad Earth! He didn't come in person, but he sent the two strongest contracted beasts!"

"Heaven! Can Patriarch Shi Tian resist? One is the God of Demons, and the other is the God of Prison. They all control the laws of pollution..."

"The scraps of skin that fall off their bodies are said to be signs that can make a fertile field lose life, and they will still be destructive for thousands of years..."

"It's because of the Great Emperor of Bad Earth and these two filthy gods that the abyss originally called 'Porcelain Clay' was changed to 'Bad Earth'. The abyss is so big that these two gods must occupy at least two-tenths of it. area, otherwise the remaining eight-tenths will become barren and there will no longer be resources to harvest..."

The panic spread, and this time, not even Ye Ying and other saint kings could stop it.

Because they were also in great shock and didn't understand why the famous Emperor of the Bad Earth would cooperate with the Clown Emperor.

"The Emperor of the Bad Earth is schizophrenic? So the rumors that he is half crazy are basically true."

Bertnar appeared next to Lord Ye Han, and Wu Xuelu and Ye Liuying flew in at the same time.

"If the Emperor of the Bad Earth conquers it himself, it's hard to say whether the clan leader is stronger or weaker than him."

"Now there is no strengthening of divine power. There are only two fetuses of the gods. The enemy and we have three supreme combat powers, which are still between us..."

Hearing this, Lord Yehan remained silent.

In his red and black eyes, there was an inexplicable look of confusion.

In my head, something is breaking out of its shell.

There is also a stinging sensation in the body, like an electric shock, and the fingers holding the Shura bow are even spasming, as if they are longing for something, coveting something...

what happened?

The protector and the judge of hell were touched at the same time. Does this mean that after the tribulation, something that was always missing in spiritual judgment... appeared?

"Rumble--"

Golden lightning pierced his eyes, and the cross thunder sword floating behind him transitioned from blue to gold again.

It became extremely excited, and a string of special characters that no one could understand actually appeared on the sword.

Ye Hanjun didn't turn around, but goosebumps rose on his skin.

The meaning of the first half of that string of characters that only he could understand seemed to be...witnesses of the gods?

"Wow, so many fresh lives, so interesting!"

"Staying in a bad land is boring."

"You can't go here, you can't touch that. All you have to do is eat and sleep all day long. You deserve to have a mental breakdown!"

The dirty demon minister and the dirty demon god stretched out their necks and waved their claws, both heads were very happy.

"You should be fine here, right? Even if we turn this place into a truly bad land, brother won't hit us on the head, right?"

"Of course, when you two get here, you don't need any restraints."

The Clown Emperor smoothed the wound on his head, and his strange smile became brighter:

"A crown prince was born in the Ye family, and there are two wizard gods with weird auras to help them."

"We join forces to kill them. I am willing to give up 50% of the Underworld Lantern. No matter how bad the bad earth emperor wants to do, I will not have the slightest complaint."

"Fifty percent? No, it's too much."

The Demon God of Filth counted his claws and said not too smartly:

"I like the number three. We want 40%. The old demon and I will keep 30%, and the last 10% will be confiscated. Big brother is already crazy, so there is no problem in fooling him!"

"That's right!"

The dirty demon minister who is in charge of the god of demons and corresponds to the god of demon beasts is not as smart as ordinary people think. He said stupidly:

"I want to poop here. I poop a lot. I poop freely without restraint. No one can control me!"

"Ye's family...where is Ye's family?"

"Oh, I saw that little man above my head!"

"Hey, Ye, we are very powerful, you can't escape, just be our food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dirty demon minister flapped his butterfly wings, and the scarlet wind pressed down on the entire Sunless City.

Almost as soon as they met, ripples appeared in the clan-protecting formation, and a hole in the shape of a black hole appeared.

After several mournful cries, the holy spirits guarding the formation died one after another. From being seriously injured to the ground to losing their breath, there was no room for rescue.

"The world of death is expanding!"

Ye Shitian suddenly inserted the death sickle into the void, and a gray barrier in the shape of a cube enveloped the three gods for an instant.

"Ye, please stop struggling!"

The Demon God of Filth roared loudly, hammered the earth, and set off a huge wave of turbidity that swept through the nine heavens and rushed towards Ye Shitian's face.

"Shua!!"

The Clown Emperor smiled and pointed, an extremely slender but extremely fast rainbow light beam was mixed in the turbid waves, and hit Ye Shitian's calf with one blow.

This was the first time He hit Ye Shitian, but the picture of the calf being torn apart did not appear.

Ye Shitian seemed to have the divine power of damage transfer, and he actually transferred the injury to his calf to his long gray hair. His sneak attack resulted in a broken strand of hair, which was as light as a feather and insignificant.

"It's quite special. This is my first time fighting with the Witch God!"

The dirty demon minister cheered for joy, spitting out nine swirling winds, trying to break the barrier.

After the death realm shook violently twice, it became as stable as a rock and motionless. The intensity of the confinement was very high.

"Bang!"

At some point, a group of buzzing flies appeared behind Ye Shitian.

They pounced on His neck without biting, but the gray robe on the contact surface disappeared instantly.

When the skin came into contact with the bugs, pustules appeared on Ye Shitian's back. The wounds did not bleed, but only emitted a stench.

"Yeah! Got it!"

The Demon God of Filth laughed heartily, and when he reached the peak of his laughter, he threw his arms around and was filled with joy.

"These are my "contaminated cells". Your divine blood has been contaminated by me. Soon, you will rot from the inside out, and even your bones will not be preserved!" "

"Wow!!"

Ye Shitian raised the death sickle and thrust it into his chest, clearing the front and back.

In an instant, the pustules on his back disappeared, and the Clown Emperor suddenly jumped up, scratching at the pus all over his back, in disbelief.

"Can you also transfer wounds... to other gods?"

"The power of the God of Death is so special... He controls life and death... I really can't let you..."

The Clown Emperor's divine body split again, and at the moment he split, he slapped the clone in front of him to death.

Apparently, He seems to be able to get rid of the erosion of "contaminated cells" through division.

Then by killing the clone, the problem can be solved from the source, and it will not be easily killed by a skill.

"Hey, how do we fight this?"

The dirty demon god tilted his head, and suddenly thought of an idea, biting the dirty demon minister's ass.

The dirty monster uttered an ouch, screamed softly, flapped its wings, and sprayed out turbid mist all over the sky.

"This is a disease-causing mist. You can't tell the difference between friend and foe. If you take a breath, we will also get sick~"

"But the sicker we get, the stronger our fighting power becomes. Ye - you are doomed!"

The combined attack of the dirty demon god and the dirty demon minister obviously did not consider whether the clown emperor could accept it.

He was imprisoned in the barrier. Seeing the turbid fog flying in, he lost the smile on his face again. (End of chapter)