Chapter 393: The First Under God, Mu Yi Han Ba

Ye Hanjun briefly explained his situation.

They were all captured and brought to the Sun Abyss, and their identities as members of the Ye clan were also seen through.

There was really no need to beat around the bush and conceal their experiences.

"Dual powers? Are you the human boy who dragged the Clown Emperor to be buried with him?"

Mie Quan was very surprised.

Since escaping from the Lost Mist Sea, he has also made up for the information related to the myriad races in the heavens.

Among them, it is difficult not to pay attention to the feud between the Red Dust Abyss and the Dark Lantern Abyss.

The Clown Emperor and the Light Witch God took the initiative to invade but were both buried. This result is beyond the cognition of the world.

And the Dark Lantern Ye clan, which has been passed down for 120,000 years, has another crown.

The death god in the belly, Ye Shitian, contracted two death witch gods, and crowned two gods. How proud he was.

This kid... is actually Ye Shitian's son? Then isn't he the son of God?

The filthy demon gods and filthy demon ministers who escaped back to the Bad Land Abyss have publicized his deeds.

He said that he was like a reincarnated god of death holding the Shura bow, that he was calm under the thunder, and that he was calm even when facing death... He was talking nonsense and making a lot of sense.

The word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and this kid became famous.

He was able to kill the true fetus of the God as an inferior.

This record was enough for the top clans to remember his name and compile his experience into a book for future generations to learn from.

"Wait, aren't you dead?"

"You killed the Clown King, how can you still survive?"

Yin Lao stretched out his finger, trembling, with a face full of shock:

"That's the Clown King, the Lord of the Red Dust! The divine power is mighty!"

"You killed Him, but you are still alive and kicking. This is too embarrassing for the Conferred Gods..."

"Indeed."

Mie Quan nodded and said seriously:

"The Clown King is a disgrace to the Conferred Gods!"

"The Red Dust Abyss should change its owner as soon as possible. It took the initiative to attack and still lost everything. It's unbearable to look at it."

"You can't say that, right?"

Mu Shoucong endured the burning sensation and tried to argue:

"The clan leader has been planning for a long time and paid a huge price to achieve the crown."

"The God-killing Shura has also experienced many things, was buried with great respect, and finally reborn in Nirvana."

"He The sufferings they have endured are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. "

"The Clown King deserved to be defeated, and it is reasonable to have such a cause and effect."

"Then I don't care. In my eyes, the Lord of the Red Dust is just a fool."

"Mie Quan spoke righteously, and then changed the subject, saying domineeringly:

"Ye Shitian is quite capable, and he is worthy of the identity of the head of the clan."

"But this kid is a monster among freaks and a king among perverts."

"Even I know that the dual powers of the human race cannot be promoted to a high level. Those who violate this rule will inevitably suffer heavenly punishment."

"As a result, he survived, broke the taboo, and created a miracle."

"The transcendent mentioned by Shenhong turned out to be like this. He has grown wings, is not controlled by the way of heaven, and is detached from the world."

"In the future, if he ascends to the crown, double crowns to prove the truth...tsk tsk tsk, a super scary big devil, I am afraid he will dominate all Tian Wanjie..."

"Senior, please stop joking."

Ye Hanjun was speechless, half helpless, half sincere:

"If the crown is so easy, it wouldn't be rare."

"I still have a long way to go. In comparison, you only lack a godhead. When the time is right, you can reproduce the glorious image of the Hanba clan. Don't flatter me."

"Puff, do you think godhood is easy?"

"Ten false gods, if one can prove the truth, then he is the son of heaven, envied by all living beings."

Miequan twisted his mouth and said to himself:

"I'm still a long way to go, so I'd better summon the ancestor first and then make plans."

"Muyi, what do you think?"

"This kid and the family behind him are also qualified to become our allies."

"How about letting him sign a contract with our clan? Deep binding , if we can achieve each other, it will be a great blessing. "

"I don't care, you can do it."

Mu Yi Hanba always played the role of a listener, without any intention of worrying, and said calmly:

"Since Zi Yu and Tong Xia have fallen, you are the acting patriarch, and you have the final say under the ancestor."

"When our tribe is in danger, it is a good strategy to develop core allies, which is better than standing at the top and those vassals with evil intentions when they are at their peak. "

"Well, then it's decided!"

Mie Quan made a decision and said confidently:

"Xiao Yezi, when you see Fo Ge and Chao Lu, choose one of them as a contracted spirit."

"They are both pure-blooded Hanba, born in the near ancient universe. One is brave and good at fighting, and the other is spiritually transparent. They are all first-class warriors of our tribe. Joining hands with you can be regarded as a strong alliance."

"Respected Hanba tribe acting patriarch. "

Mu Shoucong rolled his eyes and hesitated:

"As far as I know, you didn't seem to sign a contract with humans in the ancient universe?"

"Today, you promised twice and divided the few bloodlines of Hanba. If your ancestor comes back... he won't be angry, right?"

"He..."

Miequan raised his head and thought carefully:

"In fact, he is very afraid of trouble. He has always turned a blind eye to these messy things."

"So, you can rest assured."

"Although my clan is a corpse clan, we are more loyal and keep our promises than you think."

"Then we have nothing to worry about."

Mu Shoucong patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Don't blame me for talking too much. According to legend, the goddess Ba is moody and very scary."

"It would be bad if the God-killing Shura of our clan suffers from this and becomes estranged from each other."

"senior."

Ye Hanjun ignored Mu Shoucong's words and stared straight at Mie Quan:

"Buddha Song and Morning Dew, what's the rank?"

Without even thinking about it, Mie Quan replied:

"They are all the most holy achievements."

Lord Ye Han was thoughtful and continued to ask:

"I heard that the Hanbao clan is born with longevity and is very difficult to die the day after tomorrow, so it can span many eras and witness the rise and fall of history."

"But correspondingly, the scarcity of numbers and slow growth are also shortcomings that cannot be ignored. Looking at it now, is it true?"

"Yes."

Mie Quan nodded and said calmly:

"When our clan was at its peak, the number of clan members never exceeded a hundred corpses."

"Unless there are any accidents, it will grow once every two epochs on average, which is normal."

"The opportunity is so good that it will explode. The fastest and fastest. If you reach the Holy Perfection in two and a half eras, you will be recorded in the family history and the glory will last forever."

"If so, can I switch the target of the contract?"

Ye Hanjun said calmly and took the initiative to explain:

"I can't wait that long, and I might not even live that long."

"With my power, I can bind contracts across ranks."

"How about we get it right in one step, sign it directly with you, and use the sword to become a god?"

"ha?"

Mie Quan was stunned for a moment, his big fierce eyes filled with disbelief:

"What are you talking about? Do you want to sign a contract with us?"

"This is the first time I have heard such a straightforward request in all my years."

"You're a young man, but you're very ambitious."

"You haven't become a saint yet, but you've already begun to look forward to becoming a god and being crowned. Who gave you the confidence, clown emperor?"

Mie Quan suppressed his surprise expression, raised a hint of amusement at the corner of his mouth, and laughed openly:

"Let me make it clear. There are seven fetuses of the gods who died at the hands of the ancestor of our clan."

"A guy like the Clown Emperor is not worthy of licking the feet of our ancestor. Don't think that you can prove something by killing him."

"Don't dare."

Ye Hanjun said calmly:

"But we are also Hanbao, why can't we cooperate?"

"Is it because your experience has been too rough and you are used to being alone, so you don't like to be restrained?"

"Maybe."

Mie Quan did not answer directly, just chuckled, and the blazing majesty of mythology suddenly burst out from his body:

"You can come and try."

"I will stand here without resistance or submission. If you can imprint your mark on my blood and cooperate with you, that would be a good idea."

"good!"

Ye Hanjun's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and did not show any timidity, but took it seriously.

Since it can break the shackles of equality, the power given by the pioneer leader is so powerful.

But after all, Ye Hanjun has never tried a contract across ranks. If he doesn't try it, he will feel itchy.

"Crash!"

He lowered his left index and middle fingers down between his brows.

After holding his breath and concentrating, eliminating all distracting thoughts, and clarifying his current beliefs, ten avatars of Yama appeared outside his body.

Wind and thunder, fire medicine, gold and steel, Bin Leng, wok soup...the ten hells are filled with the aura of life, death and plunder. They are majestic and frightening.

"It can indeed suppress the ordinary zombie clan."

"But to me...it doesn't make any sense!"

Mie Fist grinned, and his sharp fangs were extremely clear.

As he said, he did not take the initiative to resist or obey, but just normalized it to welcome this new experience, which was the only one in the zombie life.

"Crash!!!"

A drop of blood shining with golden light was frozen between the two fingers.

Ye Hanjun froze. No matter how he gathered his will, he couldn't point his finger at the Mie Fist and press it.

In perception, that guy is like an unattainable mountain, already standing tall against the sky.

But standing at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't even see the peak. The Huanghuang Mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and being able to keep his legs from getting weak was already a manifestation of great perseverance and great talent.

"Hahaha, can't you?"

"Let me tell you, I am halfway to becoming a god. Apart from being able to make a contract with someone with the highest rank, who else below the highest rank can be connected to my destiny?"

Mie Quan looked up to the sky and laughed, with a smile that was three parts proud and seven parts arrogant.

Yin Lao, Yang Lao, Mu Shoucong, Yeliu Ying—all were silent.

To be honest, they didn't find it funny.

Just because Lord Yehan dared to try it, his courage was enough to leave others far behind.

"Since half-step to become a god is not enough, the standard Holy Perfection is always possible, right?"

Ye Hanjun gave up his unrealistic ideas, glanced at Mie Quan, and locked eyes with Muyi Hanba:

"Senior Muyi, if I have to choose a Hanba to sign a contract, I would actually rather choose you."

"There is a fate between you and me. It is not easy to meet in the corpse cave."

"I?"

Muyi Hanba was startled, then shook his head and said:

"I don't have long to live. I will beg for nothing and persist until the ancestor returns. That will be the end of this life."

"The imprint of the human race is very precious, and you are a dual-authority person. Don't waste your time with me."

"However, my power can increase life span..."

Ye Hanjun pinched the golden blood on his fingertips, and his hair danced in the wind, like a banished immortal coming out of the dust:

"I know you are old and approaching the end of your life."

"You may have taken too much of the ordinary holy medicine, and it won't help at all."

"But my power is different. By swallowing blood essence and containing spirit essence, I can repair wounds and extend my life."

"Think about it, I can extend your life, and you can survive and live well."

"Eh? Are you serious about this?"

Before Mu Yi could answer, Mie Quan couldn't stand still.

He suddenly stared with a strange look in his eyes, and said eagerly:

"Are you really sure you can extend Mu Yi's lifespan?"

"His deficit is different from that of other creatures. In all the worlds, only a hundred thousand-year-old magic medicine can help him."

"If you have a chance of winning, no matter what, I will join your camp and give Mu Yi a good advice."

"Destroying Fist..."

Muyi Hanba opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

In his twinkling eyes, it was no longer completely calm, but gradually there were waves.

"You must not underestimate Mu Yi."

"The ancestor has guarded the Sun Abyss for a hundred thousand years, and there are sixteen generals under him, all of whom have reached the holy and perfect state."

"Among them, Zi Yu and Tong Xia, who are ranked first and second, have great opportunities, and they are all half-steps to becoming gods."

"Muyi is ranked third, and he is said to be the best among the gods. Fourth, fifth, and sixth. Even if they are added together, they can't beat him."

Mie Quan licked the tip of his tongue and took the initiative to tell the ancient racial secrets:

"At his peak, Mu Yi's performance was unrivaled!"

"He reached the holy and perfect state and became a god halfway through hunting!"

"No matter how much time he spent, he succeeded. The day he dragged his body back to the tribe, he had countless admirers in the tribe!"

"It's just luck."

Muyi Hanba shook his head:

"It is seriously injured and must fight with me."

"Although my rank is not as good as it, it is difficult for me to die. I fought hard and won the final victory by luck."

"What difference does it make?"

Mie Fist said contemptuously:

"The human race has a saying that is right. Luck is also a part of strength and is very important."

"The younger generations like Fo Ge and Chao Lu may not know you, but Shi Qiong and I are of the same generation and the same clan, don't we know you very well?"

"It is entirely possible for you to achieve the realm of false gods, and you will even obtain the godhead of the underworld more easily than Zi Yu and Tong Xia."

"But by mistake, you miss opportunities again and again, which is a manifestation of misfortune."

"Later, you took over the task of "Corpse" and thought that protecting the flesh and blood of the ancestor was of great importance and you had to do it. "

"You adhered to this mission willingly, and hundreds of thousands of years passed in a blink of an eye."

"Looking back, isn't this a blessing? All the other tribesmen who stayed in the Sun Abyss died, but you survived and have new possibilities."

Mie Quan looked directly into Muyi Hanba's eyes and said with extreme seriousness:

"Third brother, let me ask you, are you really willing to step into the underworld and be buried in the abyss in the holy and perfect state?"

"I remember clearly how high-spirited you were when you were young and how leisurely you were when you were young."

"Now, even I have been promoted to half-step to becoming a god."

"If your lifespan is extended and you can fight again and strive to become a god, what's not to do?"

"I……"

Muyi Hanba's expression fell into a trance again, his consciousness was blurred, and his energy flew away:

"If I still had longevity to squander, how could I stand there, hanging my head, waiting for death..."

"I have longed for countless times to stand next to the ancestor and stand shoulder to shoulder with him..."

"Sayoko, come on!"

Mie Fist suddenly appeared behind Lord Ye Han and slapped him in the back painfully.

He was very calm just now and did not agree with Ye Hanjun's "daring" idea.

Now, he is more anxious than Lord Ye Han, fearing that one of the two parties will change his mind and something will happen again.

"My third brother should not die in a lonely way. He will either die on the battlefield or rise above the heavens. There is no third possibility!"

"Sayoko, sign him quickly!"

"If you succeed, the Hanba clan and the Mingdeng Ye clan will watch over each other, and the Sun Abyss will be your second home!"

"boom!!"

Ye Hanjun remained silent and responded with practical actions.

I saw the golden blood shining on Muyi Hanba's body.

His arm and Muyi Hanba's flesh and blood gradually became connected with bloodshot threads.

"Following Ajifla, Mo, and Juexian, this is the fourth mark of the "Ten Palaces of Hell". "

"The contract recipient's real name is Mu Yi."

"There is no need to mention your past. Let the past unfold and forget about the past."

"The wish that the ancient universe failed to realize, in the second era of the new universe, I will work hard with you..."

“Shuashuashua!!!”

The golden glow instantly overshadowed the blazing golden sun overhead.

Lord Ye Han's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly saw with helpless eyes that the clones of the King of Hell beside him were shattered one by one.

The ten hells were in chaos for a moment because they suddenly lost their controller.

With the chaotic aura of murderous intent wandering between heaven and earth, Yin Lao, Yang Lao, Mang Hao, Ye Liuying... pulled away and retreated.

"puff!"

Lord Yehan vomited blood, his chest felt like he had been hit by a giant hammer, his internal organs were cracked and his internal organs were damaged.

His aura suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, and his bright eyes suddenly became depressed.

"The Holy Perfection...the God's Legacy...is it still too much for me?"

Ye Hanjun swept away the fatigue in his eyes, pressed his tongue to stabilize his mind, and used his willpower to promote the spread of blood.

This was the first time that a serious accident occurred during the contract.

But the contract was not interrupted and was still in progress.

"Mu Yi, don't hesitate!"

"This kid broke the taboo, which is a miracle in itself!"

"It's better for you to be with him and glimpse the possibility of the gods than to be alone with a corpse, right?"

Mie Quan couldn't participate in the contract. He was worried that his own breath would affect one person and one corpse, and he even pulled away with the crimson wheel.

From a distance, he shouted loudly, and his anxious look seemed to have lost the power that the Hanba clan should have.

"Well, let's fight again."

In the turbid pupils of Mu Yi Hanba, it seemed as if the clouds and mist were cleared to see the blue sky, one moment clear, the next moment deep.

He took the initiative to embrace the blood, and the dense blood drowned him.

At the same time, on the right chest of Ye Hanjun, a hot blue corpse claw mark-slowly condensed the real body. (End of this chapter)