Chapter 388 Gray's Edge

"The first one in gray!"

Suzuishi frowned and frequently looked at Suzuha beside him.

Seeing her actually swaying the wine glass and elegantly tasting the taste of the wine, she felt a toothache and said:

"Hey, sister!"

"The current situation is completely unhelpful to us. Mang Hao and Hui Zhidian are facing off against Mai Mang. What else can we do?"

"After all, we have crossed an ocean and came here specially!"

"It doesn't matter to you that you just returned empty-handed and wasted several years of your life, but I'm furious!"

Suzuha chuckled, took a sip of corpse wine, and said calmly:

"You frizzy man, you are also the saint of the family."

"You have to know that force is not sweet. Since we have lost weight in the mind of the corpse dragon girl, if we continue to force it, we will only lose the family's face."

"Is it possible to forget about it like this?"

Suzuishi's eyes widened and he said in disbelief:

"This is not like my sister's temper. You obviously value benefits more than I do, and you won't suffer easily."

"Grandpa asked you to lead the team here because he recognized your ability and trusted your judgment."

"Why did you actually back down at the critical moment and want to give up the opportunity to compete?"

"What do you know?"

Suzuyu gave him a blow and said angrily:

"Let me ask you, Grandpa Grandpa cannot come because he is injured, do we have to wait for someone else, and appear to be insincere?"

"Also, these two people are both at the 8th level. How do we get in? Do we have to rely on the advantage of level to confront them head-on? That won't make people laugh!"

"This hasn't been mentioned yet. Mang Hao's background is clear."

"No matter how embarrassing the situation of the Corpse Sacrifice lineage is, he is also a god. The Yin and Yang elders beside him are all characters who can briefly compete with Grandpa. In terms of background and strength, we can't surpass him. In terms of the compatibility of power, we can't surpass him. Far less.”

"Hui's appearance is not necessarily a bad thing. If he can snatch the corpse dragon girl's contract rights from Mang Hao, we might see a fierce battle."

"In time, we will have more choices. Whether it is getting close to the Corpse Dragon Girl, or getting close to either Hui or Mang Hao, this opportunity to make friends with a powerful clan will also be conducive to the development and continuation of our family."

"Ah...you are making this idea...you should have told me earlier..."

The eagerness visible to the naked eye in Suzuishi's brows slowly faded away.

He calmed down, looked at the two bodies that almost formed a triangle confrontation, and unconsciously licked his dry lips.

…

"Hui, you definitely don't belong to Xihai. Where do you come from? Can you introduce me to you?"

Corpse Dragon Girl Shiju, after confirming that the score on the ranking list had been successfully changed, immediately turned her gaze and focused on Lord Yehan's face.

Hearing this, the crowd was in a commotion, and they gathered together with curious eyes.

Gray - it is indeed too mysterious!

Mang Hao's identity is known to everyone, but Hui, who has just arrived, is almost blank!

However, his posture was quite high-profile. He calmly identified four strange corpses, and single-handedly withstood the prying eyes of dozens of holy spirits. His face remained unchanged and his heart did not beat wildly.

This time of concentration is either because of his high nerve or because he is well-informed and has already adapted to similar situations.

Who is he?

Which force does the supreme ethnic group behind it originate from?

"I was born in the hidden clan of gods. You may not have heard of the name of the ancestor god."

Ye Hanjun smiled casually, and also used the made-up identity at his fingertips:

"The God of Gray Sun, originated from the ancient universe."

"It spans an entire universe. When the new universe comes, it is no longer what it used to be."

"If we have to measure our family status, roughly speaking, His Highness Manghao and I are almost the same?"

Ye Hanjun's last sentence was in the form of a rhetorical question.

Such ambiguous words immediately attracted a large number of people to look at each other.

Shujie, Yishuo, and Nie Qiubei stared at each other in confusion.

Suzuishi made an expression of racking his brains, while Suzuha held the wine glass across his chest, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

"Forgive us for our ignorance, the name of Gray Sun... is unheard of!"

Guan Cunyan, who was ranked fourth in the original ranking, said with a loud sound:

"I admit, in terms of knowledge, I can't wait half as long as you!"

"But you haven't become a saint yet, and you are only accompanied by a holy onion spirit. How can the elders of the clan really feel relieved about such a shabby guardian?"

"Your uncle's..."

Mu Shoucong puffed out his nostrils, and he was not angry at all:

"You're the damn Chong Jing. I'm Mu Shoucong. I've been a somewhat famous saint for a few years, okay!"

"Ok, I know."

Guan Cunyan nodded and said confidently:

"There was a time when there was a battle to win the title of god, and then a piece of the god's meat was chopped off and made into soup."

"He took dozens of auxiliary ingredients, and the one used to remove the fishy smell was a sacred and perfect wood onion - this is what is recorded in historical materials."

“*%￥#x-on:!!”

Mu Shoucong, who had always had a good temper, turned red, then white, then white, then yellow, constantly changing like a light bulb.

This time, it was so angry that it couldn't speak.

Because this historical data is true, the ancestors of this family were indeed reduced to food and eaten by the crown.

"so?"

Ye Hanjun's eyes crossed the crowd and instantly locked on Guan Cunyan:

"Not only do you question my identity, but you also want to stand out, provoke me, and test me?"

"Do you know... what will happen to this?"

Ye Hanjun still did not release his power, but the murderous intent in his eyes frightened Guan Cunyan so much that his neck tilted back and his breathing stopped for a moment.

"What a terrible aura, countless lives have died in his hands?"

The man codenamed "Mask" stood next to Guan Cunyan.

He indirectly felt the murderous intent, and his soul also trembled, and a touch of disbelief jumped into his heart.

They are saints...

Standing at the 9th level, they should have looked down on the lower level with the attitude of the superior...

Why are they the ones who are at a disadvantage just by looking at each other? How is this possible!

"Your knowledge is unmatched, but Mang Hao's power is more suitable for me."

"If you hadn't shown up, I might have signed a contract with him at this time."

The Corpse Dragon Girl Shiju interrupted calmly and said:

"If you can prove your superiority and make me change my mind and choose you, why not?"

"Then, what do you think, His Highness Mang Hao?"

Ye Hanjun smiled faintly, retracted his gaze from Guan Cunyan, and met the gaze of the person approaching again, and said calmly:

"Since the ranks are equal, it would be most convincing to decide who is better with a fight?"

"That's what I meant."

Mang Hao bowed his hands, suddenly took off the coffin behind him, and smashed it heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The coffin lid opened, and a cicada the size of a human palm lay calmly and peacefully at the bottom.

It has a gray-white body, three pairs of membranous wings on its back, and its protruding compound eyes glow with a dead luster, without any breath of life.

But when Mang Hao dropped a drop of oil lamp on the cicada's body.

It suddenly flapped its wings, and the sound of drums was endless.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The cicada flew up, and there was still no spirit in its compound eyes. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a corpse.

But this was the "Nine Deaths Cicada", an extremely rare and extremely powerful insect spirit.

It practiced the way of reincarnation, the way of rebirth, the way of death, and the way of the body.

At each level, as long as it could reach the state of perfection, it would die without hesitation.

Relying on its magical bloodline, after the death of the Nine Deaths Cicada, it retained its residual spirit, its body was indestructible, and its combat power increased explosively.

It would impact the next level in the state of death, and once it ascended successfully, it would be resurrected immediately.

According to legend, if the Nine Deaths Cicada could die nine times and be resurrected nine times, it might be possible to prove its way to godhood. In terms of potential, it must be the best in the world.

"Buzz buzz buzz——"

"Tick-tick——"

The corpse-sealing coffin released a corpse light, covering the Nine Deaths Cicada, giving it some kind of mysterious blessing.

The corpse oil lamp continued to drip corpse oil, so the body of the Nine-Death Cicada burned corpse fire, and the internal death breath increased several times, like a dormant prehistoric beast, awakening from an eternal sleep, facing the world, and opening its bloody mouth.

"Wow!!!"

Mang Hao held the Nine-Death Cicada with ten fingers, and his plump flesh suddenly wrinkled, as if he had aged a thousand years in an instant.

But the Nine-Death Cicada suddenly grew larger, from the size of a human palm to a hundred meters, with thin wings covering the sky and the sun, and the hideous insect limbs were as sharp as spears. A pair of forelimbs were like a big knife, and a casual stroke in the air could make a sonic boom sound.

SS-level "corpse sacrifice", from the maintenance of the corpse to the strengthening, the power is very concentrated!

This is the active power called "Giant Corpse Transformation", which sacrifices part of Mang Hao's energy in exchange for a significant improvement in all attributes of the contracted spirit.

At the same time, Mang Hao also activated the "Corpse Covenant". As long as the Nine-Death Cicada has not been defeated, his body will at most be seriously injured, and will never fall into the state of dying.

"It's started! The battle between the holders of the double S authority! Finally, we can see His Majesty Mang Hao!"

Shu Jie, Yi Shuo, Nie Qiubai... In order to ensure the smooth progress of the battle, a group of people all forcibly recovered the large-sized contracted spirits.

The holy corpse guarding the dark also worked together to cast a barrier-like barrier, directly locking up Mang Hao and Hui to prevent the coffins displayed in the appreciation hall from being damaged.

"Although it was not my intention, it is a pity that due to the restraint relationship of authority, there will always be an unbridgeable gap between you and me."

Ye Hanjun took off the black brim of his hat, and his image suddenly changed.

His clothes transformed into black and red, and patterns symbolizing evil and horror appeared all over his body, and finally stretched out like blood vessels.

Near the navel, a dark vortex devoured people's hearts, as if hiding a whole abyss, and a slight peek might cause a loss of mind.

The lower body, a trousers and robe that looked like gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, surrounded by blood flowers.

The dark vines grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded him and covered the ground. The breathtaking dark elements turned into locusts that penetrated everywhere, and eroded everything within the scope.

"Boom!!!"

In just a moment, Ye Hanjun's height remained unchanged. In the eyes of everyone, he seemed to have risen thousands of meters and become an unshakable giant.

He was like a killing god crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. There was no blade in his hand, and there was no blood on his palm, but the breath of death was stronger than the corpses, cold as ice, and wanted to freeze the hall.

Beside him, ten space vortices tore apart, and the corresponding ten hells, sometimes lightning and thunder, sometimes wind and fire, sometimes cold and frozen, and sometimes swords and knives were inserted diagonally... The evil spirit boiled with a violent trend, the sharp wails of the dead souls lingered in the ears, and the terrifying scene of the trembling of all living beings was laid out in front of him without reservation.

Guan Cunyan - his legs softened and he almost knelt down.

Ling Yu's face suddenly changed, and she instinctively pulled Ling Shi, who was sluggish, back.

She stopped and looked again only after confirming that the escape passage was unobstructed.

At this time, there was no calmness in her eyes, and the faint twitching of her eyes expressed the turmoil in her heart.

"This kind of power... I'm afraid it's also SS-level authority..."

"I feel darkness, killing, destruction, fear, sin, the netherworld, death... Such a dark authority, this person is definitely Mang Hao's lifelong enemy, and the slightest mistake may end his life!!"

"Boom!!!"

In a flash, a sacrificial temple appeared behind Mang Hao, and at least a thousand coffins floated in the sky.

Suddenly, a saint with a blurred face, wearing a corpse robe embroidered with broken limbs, walked towards the temple step by step, climbed to a high place step by step, and then... bowed down and worshiped!

Dharma Heaven and Earth - Worship the Corpse King!

This is the top Dharma image of the Corpse Lineage. Seeing this palace, the Corpse Dragon Girl Shiju had to groan and take the initiative to distance herself.

But an unimaginable scene was born. The Ten Hells and the Corpse King Worship collided faintly across the space.

The imagined evenly matched situation did not occur. Mang Hao's seven orifices suddenly spurted blood, and the Dharma image world that had just condensed into shape actually showed a trend of collapse.

"Your Highness!"

Yin Lao exclaimed, and Yang Lao, who had always closed his eyes and slept lightly, opened his eyes for the first time.

His pupils contracted for a while, and his majestic and vicissitudes of life appeared with a horror he had never seen in his life.

"Your Highness... is it really restrained?"

"What kind of authority can suppress the SS-level "corpse sacrifice"? "

Ye Hanjun seemed to be oblivious. When the Ten Directions Hell King Palace was fully activated, he was more like a young demon god. His cold and ruthless eyes would never easily answer other people's questions.

"Mo, this cicada will definitely be able to withstand your gaze!"

"Let it feel the pain, even if it is crushed to pieces. "

"As long as Mang Hao is not dead, whether it is his power or the coffin, he can piece together the fragments of the corpse and kill it completely, which is not easy..."

"Great! I also think it is an ideal good friend!"

Mo, who was holding his ankle, has been slacking off.

With the improvement of his rank, he is no longer like when he was a child, always shouting lines like "It doesn't hurt anymore" and "I want pain".

But his needs have never decreased, but he has changed the way to eat all at once.

"Dangdangdang! Big cicada, let's make friends! I want to share the happiest experience in the world with you! You will be happy from the bottom of your heart!"

Mo, wearing the hat of the King of Hell, no longer hugged Ye Hanjun, turned around and jumped into the air, his body kept getting bigger, and soon he became upright.

It opened its only mouth, a little blush, radiating a strange evil light.

And the big bloodshot eye appeared a black and white vortex, and the power of destruction vented outward.

"Boom! ! ! ! "

The sound of thunder pierced people's ears.

The onlookers were all frightened. They watched in horror as the chest armor of the Nine Dead Cicada was covered with countless cracks, and a gap appeared in the center. The gray corpse flesh was dripping with blood.

"No, it can't be..."

"One encounter... can break through the layers of defense of the Nine Dead Cicada? This... is difficult for the Supreme Void Yin to do, right?"

Suzushi suddenly became a stutterer, trembling and speaking incoherently, which would be ridiculous on ordinary days.

But at this time, no one was holding back their laughter.

It was even impossible to pay extra attention.

Everyone stared at the battlefield shrouded in corpse gas without blinking, and then found that the "Doomsday Clown" with tentacles and absurd appearance exuded an unbearable life magnetic field all over his body.

"It's obviously a Glory Fetus, but this breath... is it the descendant of the Gods?!"

"Hiss... It's only the 8th level, and it hasn't become a saint yet, but it has such a strong divine breath. Compared with it, Her Highness the Corpse Dragon Girl seems to have a big gap..."

"How perverted must its ancestors be to hatch such an outstanding offspring?"

"Could this be the son of the Gods? Perhaps this is the only explanation that makes sense, but the son of the Gods should be guaranteed to be a saint, how could it be a Glory Fetus... It's over, it's over, there's no explanation! It doesn't make sense!"

"But... this person's identity as a god is definitely true. The God of Gray Sun... must be a very terrifying god in the ancient universe, but it's hidden in the unknown mountains and rivers, and the terrifying legends about him have not been passed down... It must be like this!"

The audience who are good at imagination, inadvertently, have made up for the association of the God of Gray Sun in the form of Mo in the battle.

This is a result that Ye Hanjun didn't expect. Inexplicably, Mo became the child of the God of Gray Sun? It's a bit outrageous.

"Great, great! Finally I met a good friend who can't be killed by a glare!"

Mo was so happy that he looked like a fat boy weighing 300 tons. He hugged his head with his tentacles, glared left and right, and continuously used the "Great Disaster Evil Curse Body".

After all, it was a unique skill. It was naturally a great burden to use it continuously in a short period of time.

But Mo was not afraid of these. Instead, he regarded the pain of backlash as a reward. He couldn't wait to experience the joy in it, and his face was full of happiness.

Of course, he was even happier because he found a like-minded friend today.

The Nine Dead Cicada lost the opportunity to take the initiative. After being forced to accept five glares, the chest armor was completely broken and the head almost fell to the ground.

Relying on the protection of the corpse coffin and the corpse oil lamp, it forcibly pieced together the corpse and tried to reverse the disadvantage.

Enthusiastic Mo immediately gave up the active attack.

It did nothing and accepted the violent collision of the Nine-Death Cicada dozens of times. Its flesh was soon torn and tattered, and it felt like it was on the verge of disintegration.

"Woo woo woo... I'm so happy..."

"The big cicada can not only experience happiness, but also know how to reciprocate. It is really a very good friend!"

Mo was very moved, and tears of blood flowed, and he was very excited.

It pointed out the "pain finger" and quickly synchronized its own pain to the other party as much as possible.

In an instant, the Nine-Death Cicada's insect limbs twitched. It only retained a little spirituality, and it was more like a corpse puppet that had been tempered a thousand times.

It still made a painful scream, flapped its wings, and pounced in front of Mo with a tragic momentum of burning everything down. (End of this chapter)