Chapter 413 Meeting Between the Lord of Dark Night and the God-Killing Shura

The person hiding in the darkness was clearly a woman.

Ye Hanjun could not see her face clearly, but he could only catch a glimpse of her graceful figure, as if she was standing in the fog, hazy and mysterious.

Ye Nishang!

It was definitely Ye Nishang!

At a distance of dozens of meters, this breath blended with darkness, no matter how it sublimated and transformed, the source of its essence was the power fluctuation of the "Lord of the Dark Night" - Ye Hanjun could not make a mistake!

"You..."

"...Who is it?"

The woman holding a broken black blade, with a cold look that had always been carried through, suddenly showed a flaw.

It was like a blazing flame melting a corner of her veil.

Three short words, paused again and again.

The mumbling in the dream was nothing more than that.

"The 72nd young emperor of the Dark Night Ye Clan."

Reflected in the dazzling firelight, Ye Hanjun's eyes were burning, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Impossible!"

Ye Nishang's eyes were filled with ripples, changing again and again.

This time, the killing intent almost became a substance, hanging in the air, like a guillotine about to see blood, slashing down with a bang.

"Bang!"

Ye Hanjun dodged sideways, and at the same time, Lie Xinxin behind him summoned the fire dragon, and once again forced back the strange black broken blade.

"Lord of the Dark Night, passive power, Dark Night Dress..."

"Active power, Dark Night Holy Grace..."

"Dharma Heaven and Earth, Infinite Dark Night..."

"Sister Nishang, it is indeed unexpected to meet here, but can you please not kill each other? Our goals should be the same."

Ye Hanjun pulled back, and in a flash, he grabbed a strand of severed hair, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

"How can a dead person... come back to life?"

Ye Nishang did not pursue, and suddenly walked out of the darkness, no longer hiding her figure.

In an instant, eight huge black wings, like the wings of a fallen angel, were extremely gorgeous and shocking.

"Hua La La!"

Ye Hanjun did not see any familiar contracted spirits, such as the Black Phoenix Bird, the Black Dragon Turtle, or the Black Hole Centaur.

But he saw that Ye Nishang's right eye had a torn eye socket, and the normal flesh and blood eyeball in the center had disappeared. There was a round life form, occupying the magpie's nest.

Its interior showed radial black spots. As Ye Nishang escaped from the darkness, the black spots became more and more, until finally, the entire sphere was filled with black, without a single gap.

"Chi Chi Chi!!"

The dark elements in the space were completely boiling, and under Ye Hanjun's feet, his personal shadow suddenly came to life, squirming and turning into a ghost, wanting to part ways with his master.

"The eye of the dark elf... a soldier beast?"

"What a strange shape, it actually merges with the human body and combines with a series of sensory organs..."

"It even has a very weak divine nature. The source of its bloodline may be very particular..."

Ye Hanjun exclaimed, muttering:

"Sister Nishang, it seems that you have had some adventures in recent years."

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be just a little bit away from being promoted to a saint."

"With this growth rate, looking at the family tree, there are very few people who can match it in the past 100,000 years..."

"Are you really that person?"

Ye Nishang's left eye showed a trace of confusion, and the cold frost melted on her flawless face.

Whether it is the information of the authority or the fourth contracted spirit, they are all first-class private secrets.

This person is as clear as seeing fire, how can he do it if he is not a person who knows everything?

"The catastrophe of the dark lamp, the invasion of the mortal world, and the sea of ​​clouds join hands."

"That person should die under the catastrophe, and bury the clown king with his own flesh and blood..."

Ye Nishang murmured to herself, but the broken blade in her hand never fell again.

Ye Hanjun knew that he was powerless to defend himself, so he simply summoned the contracted spirit.

When the little melon stood on his shoulder, Ye Nishang was silent, and his eyes kept shaking, as if there was a raging wave in them.

"You survived, crossed the catastrophe, and opened up miracles of ancient and modern times?"

"This is really... the best news I have heard so far..."

"We will discuss this later."

Ye Hanjun shook his head. He didn't want to have a long talk in this ghost place.

"Sister Nishang, let's go and save Ye Mochou quickly, otherwise something will happen."

"Okay!"

Ye Nishang is a typical person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much. It is difficult to stir her emotions and destroy her mood.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, she regained her composure, and the eight wings on her back flashed lightly, leading the way and sprinting straight to the light source.

"Swish!"

Ye Hanjun retrieved Guagua and chased closely.

The space inside the dungeon was very large. There was a strong smell of blood when you first entered, but you couldn't find any drop of blood after careful inspection.

There must have been many creatures who had died tragically here, and then their traces were wiped out.

Although the resentment and yin energy accumulated in every corner cannot be captured by the naked eye, the instinct derived from power has been deeply touched.

"Wow!"

The front was like daylight, and the closer you get, the brighter it is.

Ye Nishang, who was flying at high speed, became clearer and clearer, and correspondingly, her control over the dark elements was rapidly declining.

Catwoman mentioned that in order to ensure that the remnants of the Dark Lamp could not escape, the Haixiong clan had carefully designed a mechanism.

The light seal used in the depths of the dungeon was specifically used to restrain the inheritance authority of the Ye clan.

The connected ice seal was used to freeze Ye Mochou's life and perception, not giving him a chance to think.

From a distance, Ye Hanjun saw the huge block of ice.

Its appearance is like a cluster of upright ice crystal prisms, shining under the light.

However, Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang changed their expressions almost at the same time.

They accelerated at the same time and rushed to the front of the ice column.

When they stopped, one of them had frost on his brows and endless black mist rising from his body.

The other's robes fluttered, and there were ten hells expanding outside his body. He had an unprecedented killing heart, just like the god of death pulling out the scabbard in his hand.

"What a Haixiong clan... What a Haixiong clan..."

"If I don't kill this clan in this life, I, Ye Nishang - I have no face to call myself the Ye family!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Nishang swung the broken blade in her hand fiercely.

With a sound of "chi", the tip of the blade hit the ice, and a crack spread on it.

Ye Nishang didn't care and slashed the second and third knives...

Until the edge of the broken blade was bumpy, the huge ice finally broke into pieces.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!..."

One naked corpse after another fell to the ground with the ice chips.

Ye Hanjun walked forward a few steps, suddenly squatted down, and concentrated all his perception on his palm.

However, when he put his palm on the abdomen of the male corpse, and then wandered between the chest and the head, the last bit of luck finally broke.

Ye Mochou... is dead!

The symbiotic power "super spirituality" derived from the "Ten Kings of Hell" and the "Pioneer Leader" has a strong insight into negative emotions such as death, pain, despair, hatred, and the spirits of hell and the netherworld.

From the moment he approached, Ye Hanjun did not detect a trace of fresh life fluctuations.

He could use words like "the freezing formation is special" to temporarily deceive himself.

But when the ice broke and the corpse fell, the paleness of the body and the pain on the face, everything proved that Ye Mochou was dead!

"The Haixiong clan...is the news to the outside world false?"

"Or...we are too late after all, and Ye Mochou can't bear the torture and end his life?"

Ye Hanjun's voice suddenly became hoarse. He looked around. Among the ice debris on the ground, the White Bird Demon, Medicine Demon, Fission Snake Demon of the Yaoshi Embryo...aren't they Ye Mochou's contracted spirits?

They are much larger than before, but they are all dead, their bodies are tattered, their souls are empty, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

"Is this Ye Si?"

"He did follow Ye Mochou out of the Dark Lantern as a guardian."

"For more than a thousand years, he broke and then stood up, and finally achieved the status of a saint."

"It's not easy to enjoy life, and wither in this isolated place, what a humiliation..."

Ye Nishang and Ye Hanjun sorted out the frozen corpses together.

They arranged the human corpses and the corpses of the spirits separately, and then confirmed that Ye Mochou was likely to be caught in one fell swoop.

He and the guardians around him were all captured. Before they died, they suffered endless punishments, and their corpses were horrible to look at.

"Perhaps, Haixiong wanted Ye Mochou to die."

"The dead 'remnants of the Dark Lantern' are also the best gifts, given to the goddess in exchange for an alliance..."

Ye Nishang whispered, while collecting the corpses one by one into the ring and carefully storing them.

When she stood up, her gentleness was gone. She looked at the devastation and said coldly:

"Han Jun, how many combat units do you have?"

"Not many, but killing one or two Saint Kings... is like pouring soup on snow!"

Ye Hanjun twisted his neck, moving his wrists and ankles, and his voice was equally cold.

He understood what Ye Nishang wanted to do, and that was exactly what he wanted to do!

"One person can't kill Haixiong, so he can only rescue them by tricks..."

"Waiting patiently for the opportunity, but this is the result..."

Ye Nishang spread her hands flat, and suddenly shadows gathered in her left and right hands.

Her voice became softer and softer, and the solemnity of her words was as fierce as a tidal wave:

"It's not that the emperor of our clan cannot die in an accident or be killed by others."

"But, as blood relatives of the same clan, we all bear the same title of emperor and have the same aspirations in the clan. How can we tolerate this situation?"

"Boom!!"

A completely black left hand and a completely black right hand floated on both sides of Ye Nishang, and the sharp claws on the fingertips were shocking.

They all exuded a strong aura of holy beasts, and faintly, they also echoed with the eyes of dark elves.

Is this Ye Nishang's trump card? She dared to break into the dungeon alone, is this what she relies on?

"Crack!"

The entrance and exit of the dungeon suddenly had a beast shadow swaying.

The beast was extremely fat, and with just a few steps, it easily crossed a distance of tens of thousands of meters.

"Oh my, there are rats that have indeed entered our territory~~~"

"Let me guess, you two, are you also the remnants of the Dark Lamp?"

The giant beast stopped and its form was clearly visible.

The Terror Bear, a sacred beast among the barbarians, controls the laws of power and life, has a fierce temperament, and is the most courageous and unparalleled.

Its owner undoubtedly has the S-level authority "Terror Bear Warrior" and is a pure member of the Terror Bear clan.

"Twelve Twelve Bear... The second in command of the Terror Bear clan..."

Ye Nishang seemed to have a little more information than Ye Yin. She saw through this person's identity at a glance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her murderous intent soared.

"Not bad, not bad, you have some vision."

Twelve Twelve Bear laughed sharply and punched the Terror Bear on the back, and his playful look completely turned into cruelty:

"Now that you have come to my clan, wouldn't it be nice to take the initiative to join the dungeon and stay here forever?!"

"As a bonus, little Mochou persisted in my hands for ten years, and finally committed suicide in exchange for the so-called face."

"I would like to see if you two little mice will last longer than him, or will you be more miserable?"

"Roar!!"

The most holy and perfect Horror Bear used a move called "Strike to the Sky" to plow out a bottomless ravine on the floor made of Yan Tie.

It roared loudly, its whole body burning with "terrible fighting spirit". Ye Hanjun and Ye Nishang dodged to the left and right, not daring to parry at all.

"Too weak! Too weak!"

"You are not a saint, but you dare to invade my clan's territory? You are so brave!"

The Twelve Langs of the Horrible Bear roared and summoned three more contracted spirits.

A mutated "War Bear King", an eyeless "Skeleton Demon Bear", a fist-sized "Purple Gold Fighting Bear" - all of them are the Holy Spirit!

Then - the medium-sized skeleton demon bear swallowed the purple gold fighting bear.

The largest war bear king followed suit and swallowed the skeletal demon bear with a bulging belly.

With a roar, the War Bear King underwent a profound transformation. Harder bones grew on his head, and his body grew. The bulging muscles could pinch the Holy Saint Xu Yin to death with one arm at any time.

"How about my bear-fighting tactic?"

"Three stacked together, comparable to the Holy Perfection, is enough!"

Twelve Lang the Horrible Bear is obviously a warlike person. His voice is getting louder and louder, and the light of confidence on his face is like a nightmare that blocks the sky and the sun.

But this is still not his full strength, it is just the combination of the favored spirits. As the favored master, power is king!

The Hideous Bear Twelve Lang blasted out two bloody fists one after another. In just a moment, the bodies of the two bears further expanded, and the empty dungeon was completely enveloped by their stench.

"Come on, come on, let me see how powerful Ming Deng Ye is!"

"It has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. How much heritage do you have left? Isn't it so pitiful that you sneaked in like little mice?"

The Scary Bear Twelve Lang banged the armor on his chest and raised the iron sword in his hand. The Scary Bear beneath him looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound waves of destruction swept across all directions.

"Old guy, are you the only one?"

Ye Hanjun was not in a hurry to counterattack, and relied on Lie Xinxin's flame protection to block the offensive again and again.

He was observing the enemy's contracted spirits, and at the same time, he was also looking for a breakthrough to determine a winning strategy.

"Oh, you're such an arrogant little devil, I'm going to blow your organs out!"

The Hideous Bear Twelve Lang suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, and the Hideous Bear sitting next to him teleported out of thin air, dashed directly into a distance of a thousand meters, and appeared behind Lord Ye Han.

"You are the only one, so please die."

Lord Ye Han did not turn around, but at the cost of sacrificing a clone, he summoned the Ten Directions Palace of Hell.

Then, the hell cage opened, and the four beasts, Golden Sky Egg, Golden Sky Skin, Lie Sheng, and Lie Flame Wood Shou Cong, rushed out at the same time.

According to the pre-made plan, they did not act as the attacker. Instead, they used all their fire energy and light energy as backup energy and injected it into Lie Xinxin's body.

"Well, I'm a little tired, so let's practice with the big guy."

Lie Xinxin smiled sweetly and suddenly returned to the form of Sister Lieyang.

The small sun on her neck magnified infinitely. In the blink of an eye, a sun hung above her head. The ice fragments on the ground turned into snow water and evaporated at the speed of light. When she looked again, not a drop of liquid could survive.

"Uh-huh!"

Ye Nishang was about to take action, but the extremely terrifying high temperature was overwhelming. She had to stop and tried her best to hide in the only shadow.

During this gap, Lie Xinxin's momentum further increased.

In a daze, whether it was the three-in-one War Bear King or the Horrible Bear, even if they had the power to protect them, they could at most keep pace with her, and there was no real possibility of surpassing them.

"It's such a blazing fire attribute. I seem to have heard of such a life form somewhere..."

Twelve Lang's eyes widened and he was momentarily distracted.

Lie Xinxin smiled and struck with his right hand. The golden sun turned into a toothed wheel, rotating at high speed and cutting downwards.

"Stab!!"

At the moment of contact, the War Bear King's arm flew out. There were no charred wounds on the cross section, but instead, it was covered in golden color.

The dense sun's light and sun's fire are turned into substantial liquids, penetrating and permeating, pervasive.

"There are two brushes, but... it's still not enough!"

Horrible Bear Twelve Lang hooked his fingers, and the broken arm flew up, and actually joined the Horrible Bear's body, becoming its fifth limb.

Lie Xinxin's mental fluctuations were completely filled with a hint of amusement, as if she couldn't hear it.

She just spoke softly and said "explosion".

The arm that had just been connected exploded completely, and the movement was so fast that even Lord Ye Han couldn't react.

"Ulala! Crash!"

Fiery solar rain fell from the sky, and every drop of blood containing the power of the sun was more terrifying than magma.

They dripped continuously, and Ye Nishang lost her last hiding space.

She was forced to gather her power and calm the fluctuations of the dark elements.

Unexpectedly, by doing this, she is no longer the opposite of light in a legal sense. The sun will naturally not regard her as an automatic attack target, and will slightly bypass her to give her a safe area.

"Son of God, I will use my strongest attack to injure these two stupid bears as hard as possible."

"The rest of the finishing touches will be left to you. With my ability, I can only do this..."

In the spiritual world, Lie Xinxin's voice transmission was real.

Ye Hanjun looked around and immediately rushed to a corner. The mark on his abdomen lit up and a cross lightning sword was firmly grasped in his palm. (End of this chapter)