Chapter 362 Witnesses of the Gods, Funeral in the Sky

"You two lunatics, are you going to kill me as well?"

"Damn it, I forgot. The Clown King is also locked up. What should we do?"

In the realm of death, the clown king with funny makeup has eyes so gloomy that they can drip.

The "Pathogenic Mist" jointly used by the Demon God of Filth and the Demonic Minister of Filth, in an instant, a sandstorm blew up in the sky and on the ground, and all the scenery became turbid and blurred.

However, the two instigators only muttered twice and did not take it seriously:

"Clown King, we believe in you!"

"Brother said you are very powerful! You can transform into a devil, burn paper into money, cut into demon bodies... you can perform any acrobatics, you will be able to survive until the end! When we kill the man named Ye, we will help you treat him. Come on! It’ll be okay!”

The dirty devil shook his dragon's tail, not knowing that he had a chance to win, thinking that Ye Shitian could not escape with his wings.

I still feel that I hit the nail on the head and know things like a god.

In short, it was so angry that its big tail almost turned into a propeller and spun at high speed.

"Aww!"

The dirty demon minister is responsible for fanning the wind, and the yellow mist penetrates all pervasive.

Strange spots immediately appeared on their skin, mostly black or red.

Soon, the spots turned into stripes and expanded over a large area. The scales peeled off first, and then the skin began to ulcerate.

When the flesh and blood also emitted yellow poisonous smoke, the creaking and magical sound like a burning campfire echoed behind the ears again and again, lingering.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's a feeling I haven't seen in a long time!"

"Eating a lot and drinking too much and having an irregular schedule are just sub-health."

"Sure enough, only your own skills can truly make you sick."

"We have become uglier and stronger. People named Ye, aren't we very powerful!"

The filthy demon god and the filthy demon minister were so excited that they hugged each other, like fellow villagers meeting their fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes.

At that time, Ye Shitian stabbed his own stomach with a sickle. The blade came out from his chest, and the sharp edge at the tip made people shudder.

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

"Pathogenic Mist" is a powerful skill jointly performed by the God of Demons and the God of Monsters.

The laws they govern are exactly the same, and by joining forces, even if they encounter the most vicious and cruel gods of disaster beasts, gods of wild beasts, and gods of evil beasts, they can still stand firm and compete with each other.

"boom!!"

It is confirmed that the damage cannot be transferred, and the pollution is constantly eroding the crown body.

Ye Shitian changed the technique, further shrinking the Death Scythe in his hand, and swung it quickly, making hundreds or even thousands of slashes.

At the same time, the two Death Witch Gods emerged from their scythes and hugged each other on the left and right, forming an additional barrier to prevent the overflow and erosion of the turbid mist.

"Wow, Ye, you are so awesome!"

"You can actually cut through the turbid fog. Your authority seems to be able to treat energy as a living body. Once slaughtered, the germs will be weakened and reduced..."

The Demon God of Filth’s eyes widened with surprise.

The dirty demon minister laughed loudly, suddenly picked up the tail of the dirty demon god and threw him out.

"Old devil, breathe in! Fart! Shit! One-stop tactics!"

"clear!"

The Demon God of Filth understood what he was saying. When he was flying around, he twisted his butt hard and aimed the indescribable part at Ye Shitian.

"Puff! Puff puff puff!!"

A series of yellow farts shook the sky, and then feces particles the size of human fists poured down.

The ruthless Ye Shitian showed a rare hint of disgust and disappeared in a flash.

"Yeah cool cool cool!!"

Shit rained from the sky, fell into the open space, and immediately turned into a shit demon with a deformed head.

Their existence is equivalent to a stirrer, further polluting the air and accelerating the evaporation of the disease-causing fog.

But this is the realm of death, the mythical world of Dharma corresponding to the title of Ye Shitian.

In this area, He is the master, so where can it be the enemy's turn to be tyrannical?

"boom!!"

Ye Shitian went crazy, and his murderous intention was like boiling water.

The two Death Witch Gods sprayed out the fog of death, trying their best to offset the onslaught of the disease-causing fog.

The sickle began to travel through space, leaving a gray wound that could not heal on the backs of the dirty demon god and the dirty demon minister from time to time.

"Ouch! He can also kill our cells! Destroy our organs!"

"It's amazing! It's been a long time since I met a strong human being who can fight so well!"

"Do you want to join our eldest brother? I am the second child, he is the third child, and you can be the fourth, fifth or sixth child. The arrangement is clear..."

The dirty demon minister talked a lot of nonsense, chatting while beating him.

The dirty demon next to him was much the same, he kept chattering, and he didn't have any of the demon's character at all.

"Come on, patriarch!"

"As long as any one of the gods of pollution is killed, their joint spellcasting will immediately lose double the power, and the Emperor of the Bad Earth who signed the contract behind him will also be severely damaged!"

"This is a battle of killing two birds with one stone. Once the news of the victory is spread, even the heavens will be shaken!"

In Wuri City, chaos was barely suppressed.

Too many guardian saints have died, and the Ye clan's combat power, except for Ye Shitian, has been greatly reduced.

The tribesmen who still retained consciousness stared out of the city, clenched their fists, and headed outside the city.

Blinded by the fog, they couldn't see a single bit of the battle scene.

But they seemed to have a premonition that an earth-shattering war was triggering inside. They were encouraged by it, excited by it, eagerly awaiting it, and looking forward to it enthusiastically.

"It's not good..."

"This demon and demon have been working together for many years and are very capable in actual combat. It is very difficult for Shi Tian to defeat them..."

In the spiritual world, Emperor Ye sighed and pondered for a long time, still worried:

"Boy, I don't have much time left in this world..."

"If this mess cannot be cleaned up, I will not rest in peace and must do my last meager effort..."

Hearing that Emperor Ye once again emphasized that his death was irreversible, Lord Ye Han was heartbroken and asked tentatively:

"Senior, is it possible for your arrow to kill the God of Pollution?"

"The probability is about one in 10,000."

Ye Tianzi thought for a while and said truthfully:

"Recovering the fragments of the body in the ancestral city, at the cost of all shattering, I can burst out with an arrow that surpasses the arrow that killed the Light Witch God, and recreate the most powerful blow without divine power reinforcement at its peak."

"But these two gods of pollution are by no means weak gods. My strongest blow can only hurt them, but I will definitely not be able to kill them."

"It would be great if I had the divine power of Ye Shura. He can help me target my weak points. I can hit the vital point with just one arrow. If I cooperate with him, no matter whether it is a surprise or a front-on hard steel, I will have a great chance to kill and cultivate my physical body." The fetus of Tao to become a god..."

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

"No." Ye Tianzi shook his head: "The demon god and the demon god share their energy and blood, and they are almost conjoined twins."

"Instead of aiming at them, it is better to aim at the god of devils."

"His flashy skills, I actually have some restraint effects. This is the result of verification from his ancestors. Since his bloodline has not mutated, I think it is still the same..."

"Kill the Clown King?"

The red light in Lord Yehan's pupils shone slightly, and he hesitated:

"Senior, just now, I realized that I still have a trump card that I haven't used yet."

"Once used, I'm not sure how strong it will be, but it might be able to help..."

"oh?"

Ye Tianzi was surprised and diverted half of his attention.

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

"you sure?"

"Absolutely true."

Lord Yehan nodded slightly:

"I'm only one step away from being promoted to the 7th level."

"Jianleizi is a derivative of the incarnation of Heavenly Dao. He signed an unheard-of God-given contract with me. It is beyond the scope of blood contracts and normal contracts. It is extra and extra, which itself represents absolute specialness."

"According to the words on the sword, I have actually survived the catastrophe and passed the most difficult hurdle."

"But I still lack a ritual. If I can't use this ritual to get rid of the surveillance and restraint of heaven, I will remain at the 6th level for the rest of my life, and I won't be able to advance no matter what."

"If Jian Leizi was deceived by Heaven, so what?" Ye Tianzi asked worriedly.

"probably not."

Ye Hanjun recalled the mysterious god who could overturn the catastrophe with a drop of blood. If the other party wanted him to die, why bother to treat his fatal injuries.

But these images can only be imprinted in his mind. In any case, Lord Yehan has no way to communicate with outsiders, even if this outsider is a dead god of weapons and beasts who is destined to be scattered.

"If you are promoted in this way, the legend about you will be spread for a long time..."

"One day in the future, if you achieve enlightenment with double crowns, the Ye clan may stand at the top of all the clans in the world, arrogant in the world, and no clan can surpass it..."

Emperor Ye had mixed feelings, he seemed to be a little yearning, but also a little regretful:

"Unfortunately, I will never see that day again."

"But... the opportunity to hunt the Clown King has come. In this countdown, why not let me see what "witnesses of the gods, funeral in the sky" mean. "

As the sound fell, the Clown Emperor in the death world endured the erosion of the turbid fog in every possible way, gnashing his teeth and suffering unspeakably.

He seemed determined to escape this mortal prison.

Then, He approached a wall in the realm of death and used it as a mirror to shine upon His own form.

"Wow..."

The Clown King in the Death Realm, his life fluctuated and plummeted.

Outside the realm of death, an outline is drawn, and a clown emperor, who is also suffering from sores, appears simultaneously from nothingness to substance.

Escape skills - real and fake clowns!

As long as the Clown Emperor believes that the clone outside the world of death is real and the one inside is false, then he can break free from his imprisonment and completely escape the dual entanglement of death and germs.

"Huh...huh..."

Obviously, this skill comes at a price.

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

Ye Shitian, the dirty demon god, and the dirty demon minister immediately noticed his strange movements.

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

They loudly praised the clown emperor for being cunning and insidious. They could not escape from the barrier. With this magical skill, the clown emperor was able to escape. It was indeed a commendation from the devil clan. He had such two brushes.

"Boom!"

Ye Shitian raised his scythe and looked at the Clown Emperor across the realm of death. His tense palms were filled with boundless killing intent.

"Oh, if you don't want your people to be littered with corpses, you can loosen the barrier. Then the turbid fog will drift, the city will be destroyed, and people will die. Naturally, you can catch me again."

Not to be outdone, the Clown Emperor stared at him, his white makeup reflecting the ferocious power on his face, and he had the potential to destroy both the jade and the stone.

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

The demon of filth swung its tail, the sky collapsed, and the flood washed away the shit, spraying all over the ground.

The dirty demon minister was laughing and joking, chasing after the dirty demon god's ass, and every strong wind could set off waves of shit as high as the sky.

In comparison, Ye Shitian and the two Death Witch Gods only occupied a standing position, had no way forward or retreat, and were in a worrying situation.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow at dawn, lightning fast, from far to near, like thunder in the ears.

The Clown King suddenly turned around and raised his arms to block.

But when the arrow was about to hit, it suddenly bounced off a second time and pierced diagonally into the Clown Emperor's feet, even piercing through his boots.

"Back then, your ancestors were also so domineering..."

Lord Yehan walked in the air, with blood crawling under his feet. He took one step to grow a lotus, two steps to become an immortal, and three steps to stand at the end of the world. His small body was like a projection of a myth:

"Now, it's time to settle..."

"It's a pity that Ye Shura failed to kill you all. This Zhou Yuan will definitely not make the same mistake again..."

When Ye Hanjun spoke, every word was filled with infinite power.

On his relatively strong face, Ye Tianzi's unreal expression could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, He is no longer young, and his eyes are magnificent, with the accumulation of years, and countless vicissitudes of life flashing like a screen. The ups and downs can grab people's hearts and fix their souls.

"Is it just you? A dead and incomplete god of war?"

The Clown King grins toothily, with deep purple eye shadow, orange blush, and pink lipstick, and his unique evil charm is clearly visible.

"Back then, the reason why Yesura was able to defeat the emperor's ancestors was not because of the 'many gods and strength'."

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

"But - the king becomes the king or the bandit loses. Since I have inherited the bloodline of my ancestors and once again attained the divine way, it is enough to prove the nobility of the clown family. It is irreplaceable and there is no doubt..."

"This Zhouyuan, it is your Ye family that should be destroyed!"

"I remember the hatred left by our ancestors! It's not that I won't avenge it, the time has not yet come!"

"Boom!!"

There was a sound of thunder, the sound was like a bell, like the roar of God.

The colorful Clown King in the distance was startled, thinking it was the expression of the Clown King's anger, and he almost fell to his knees in fright.

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

He was willing to waste words to argue, just to unleash his special escape skills. His current state was too bad and he needed a little chance to recover.

"Rumble--"

Behind Lord Ye Han, a cross golden sword shot a golden lightning bolt, slashing vertically upwards.

Suddenly, the sky changed.

The dark demonic energy spread toward both sides, and the light of the three-wheeled moon quickly disappeared.

The endless dark black clouds came from nowhere and occupied the entire sky in the blink of an eye. Their momentum continued unabated and they continued to spread towards the distance, threatening to envelop the entire underworld lantern.

"Heavenly calamity...is coming again?"

In Wuri City, through the paper-thin barrier, saints such as Ye Shu and Ye Tianming could not hold their tongues down and were shocked.

This scene is so similar. Nearly a hundred years ago, dark clouds came over the city here and the storm threatened to destroy it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the white horse flashed, this scene appeared again. It was still so thrilling, and it made people sweat when they saw it.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to attack the 7th level at this time?"

"No...the thunder element is still expanding...it seems to have surpassed that catastrophe..."

"Jun Yehan, this kid, wants to take advantage of his own calamity to drag the Clown Emperor into the water and ask him to go through the calamity with him?"

In the city, saints and below should not separate their minds to deduce why the dead came back to life.

But he held a bow, a divine bow called "Shura".

The aura it exudes is not comparable to that of Ye Shitian, and even Ye Ying cannot cover it up. How can it not be noticeable?

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

"This is a heavenly catastrophe that can threaten the fetus of a god, and it is accompanied by a vision. If someone says that the enlightenment is the crown, or the enlightenment is the god, I think a senior like Ye Tianzi can also agree..."

Ye Hanjun was speechless, his heart palpitating.

He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The inseparable death crisis far exceeded the last experience.

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

"I have remembered that the younger generation of the Ye family seems to have several amazing talents..."

"One of them, with dual powers, cannot open the door of heaven and cannot be recognized by heaven and earth. He died due to thunder and should have been wiped out..."

For the first time, the Clown Emperor glanced at Ye Tianzi's illusory face and looked at Lord Ye Han carefully.

With the protection of Emperor Ye, Lord Yehan is not afraid of the gaze of the gods.

He looked at his feet with a hint of nostalgia, looking at the ancient city he had seen since childhood, and let out a faint breath.

The next moment, his breath changed again.

In the blink of an eye, the mind is clear and the vision is clear, and the gentle and gentle momentum rises from the ground like a mountain.

"Respected Clown King, respected God of Devils."

"There are three Hell Godheads in all the worlds. Excluding the one you can't explain, the other two are concentrated in the abyss of the dark lamp. As a descendant of Ye Shura and the youngest son of Ye Shitian, I am invincible. I’m terrified and at the same time deeply honored.”

"Now, you are seriously injured."

"And Senior Ye Tianzi only has a little bit of divine power that has been collected in the dust."

"I, caught in the middle, can be enough to be a bargaining chip to balance the scales - sending you on your last journey."

"Boom!!!"

Thousands of clouds howled wildly, and thunder roared with lightning.

Surrounded by thousands of tree-like lightnings, the Clown King changed his position and failed to escape.

The corners of his eyes were beating wildly, and unprecedented uneasiness occupied his soul, so much so that his entire face was twitching and trembling.

Witnessed by the gods, the funeral of the sky.

Only by dying once and for all so that the gods can't figure out the clues can we get rid of the suppression of heaven.

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

Clown King! (End of chapter)