Chapter 524 Welcome to the Guardian God of Dark Lantern!

"Clan leader, everything is ready, the ceremony can officially begin."

On the altar, most of a waiter's body was hidden in the darkness. When he spoke, he showed a pair of black eyes that were respectful.

Ye Roufeng nodded and turned to the person next to her:

"Xiao Shu, as per the old rules, you should do the work for me."

"yes."

Ye Shu, who had a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, smiled slightly, getting used to it.

The woman sitting down understood the idea, swept her tail, and quickly jumped into the air.

"U--"

The low horn sounded, the sonorous war drums, and the fireworks roared along with the dazzling blood.

In the long night, the three-wheel moon is cold and distant, and the scattered moonlight seems to be more translucent.

"kneel."

Ye Shu's gentle voice turned quietly, and his dark eyes swept across the sky and the earth, showing unquestionable majesty.

In an instant, everyone inside and outside Wuri City, from the vassals to the Ye clan, fell to their knees one after another.

"Bang!"

A group of young boys and girls wearing glazed clothing, with black hair and black eyes, and high-spirited spirits, couldn't help but follow suit.

The oldest among them is only 30 years old, and the youngest has just awakened to his authority a few days ago and has not had the chance to conduct the night trial yet.

However, they all have the label of "young king".

The first rank has B-level authority, and over time, he is destined to become the mainstay of the family.

"Bang!"

A hundred meters apart, another group of more mature Ye clan members, ranging in age from hundreds to thousands, knelt down together in an orderly manner.

Not all of them are young kings, and some of them are less talented, but this does not affect the achievements so far.

Among them, the lowest rank is the 6th rank, and the highest rank is the 8th rank, becoming a member of the great elders.

"I have finally waited for this day..."

Ye Ming stared at the altar and bowed his head in worship. The demon king next to him let out a dull roar, as if he was also suppressing the emotions in his heart.

As the first young emperor to be born after the disaster in the second era of the new universe.

It took him nine thousand years to complete the nine levels, and now he is in the realm of a saint. In terms of identity, status, and strength, there are very few people in his clan who can match him.

However, who can understand the meaning of this moment?

From childhood to adulthood, the ancient and glorious legends of the family that lasted for 130,000 years echoed in my ears over and over again.

From the founding of the family to the major crises the family encountered, Ye Ming could easily recite it.

The turning point of fate is coming!

In the past nine thousand years of his life, he could only linger in the dark lamp.

He cannot travel to the heavens and see the heroes and wonders of the world like the previous generations of young emperors.

Ye Ming is not sure whether his current strength is higher or lower, superior or inferior compared to other protoss.

But the clan leader said that when the bell of the era rings and the era changes, both the Mingdeng Ye clan and other ethnic groups living in Mingdeng will face the judgment of fate, which will determine whether they are qualified to survive in the future.

The battle...is coming!

This is no longer a personal battle, nor is it a team battle between several people, but a life and death game with the ethnic group as the foundation, the abyss as the camp, and facing the heavens and the world!

In the end, the winner is king and the loser perishes, still following the eternal laws of natural competition!

"Kacha!"

With this thought in his mind, Ye Ming pinched his finger bones so loudly that they made loud noises. The fighting spirit gushing out of his chest almost turned into flames, burning fiercely.

"Brother, we are very excited too!"

There were four other people standing with Ye Ming, two of whom had already broken through the 7th rank and were officially crowned emperors.

The other two are still young emperors, not very old, one has a handsome appearance, and the other has a charming figure.

They don't have Ye Ming's violent desire to fight, but they are similar in that there is a touch of pride flowing between their eyebrows.

Growing up all the way, from weak to strong, they are not only better than their talents, but also better than every choice and every experience.

They are the absolute potential seeds of the Mingdeng Ye clan. The more prosperous the tribe is, the broader the stage belongs to them.

"Bang!"

The four of them knelt heavily on the ground following Ye Ming.

Then, Yeshu's voice sounded:

"I know that most of you were born in this era. You have never seen a real big scene. You are lacking in experience. You may be uneasy at this moment... This is all normal."

"My Mingdeng Ye clan has been inherited for 130,000 years from the tenth era of the Ancient Era to the second era of the Cenozoic Era. In terms of ancient times, there are not many gods in the world who can compare with us."

"Perhaps the crisis this time is indeed very serious, and there is a risk of annihilation at every turn."

"But we have done everything we can, and the rest is nothing more than fighting with our lives..."

Yeshu used a calm tone, smoothed the transition, and got straight to the point:

“Now—the big festival officially begins!”

"Bow down to "King Shura", His blood is flowing in your body, the name of the ancestor, the divine power is unparalleled! "

"Bang!!"

Wuri City was shaken, and hundreds of thousands of creatures kowtowed together. The momentum was naturally huge.

"Second worship to the "God of Death in the Belly", Patriarch Shi Tian held firm belief, sacrificed everything, and attained the crown of Taoism! "

"Without Him, there would be no possibility for you to be born. At the beginning of this era, Ming Lan will be wiped out by powerful enemies!"

The sound of Ye Shu fell, and Wuri City was shaken again.

Whether it is an old man with wrinkles or a child with a tiger-like head, the shining eyes carry the same amount of awe.

"Bow to the Blood Witch God three times. The ancestor of the Blood Witch has signed a covenant with the Ye clan. He has been fighting for the Dark Lamp since the day he became enlightened. Throughout his life, he was covered in blood and suffered deep pain... He is a witch god worthy of respect. The people of the Ye clan will never forget his kindness!"

The third sound came from Wuri City.

But strangely, there was no witness of any Blood Witch Goddess.

"Fourth bow to the Deep Black Wheel, the illustrious world beast, who protected our clan during his lifetime and burned his remains after his death. Without it, we would have no soil to rest and recuperate, and would be displaced all day long!"

Floating in the air, Ye Shu saw the dark figures bowing again, thinking of the person he was going to mention next, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled:

"Five bows to the God-killing Shura Ye Hanjun!"

"As the 72nd young emperor of our clan, he didn't have to participate in the highest level of fighting!"

"But he felt that there was no hope of breaking through, so he held the divine bow, called thunder, and finally killed the Lord of the Red Dust, the Clown Emperor, and both died!"

"Such a heaven-defying record is enough to dominate the heavens, and no one else in the future can break it!"

"He is your elder brother and your predecessor. You can bathe in the light of the dark moon and spend these ten thousand years in peace. His contribution cannot be erased!"

"Bang!"

This time, the five emperors, including Ye Ming, had fiery eyes and performed the great ceremony happily.

Ancestor Shura, Ancestor Shitian, Blood Witch God - these crowns and deifications are too far away from them.

But how could they miss such an incredible figure as Ancestor Hanjun, who replaced the Hell Demon God with a mortal body?

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Guishan, Ye Judao - no matter whether they are powerful saints or rookies.

In their storage rings, they still keep a complete set of picture books and biographies of Ancestor Hanjun. His legendary experiences are all recorded on them. From childhood to adulthood, that unique feeling has not decreased, but has become more and more intense.

"The emperor... should be like Ancestor Hanjun!"

"I don't ask to live as long as the sky, but I ask to die by killing the gods. This honor... I admire it!"

Ye Guishan crawled on the ground, his forehead touching the ground, as if he wanted to use this method to feel the traces of the tribe's idol fighting here.

"I heard that he has a sister, who is a member of the death faction, and is out looking for opportunities."

"I hope she can survive and witness with her own eyes that the immortality of our clan... can continue!"

Ye Judao's right arm turned into a blood knife and stabbed into the rock, with a violent breath:

"Hateful... If we were older, we would have more time to grow to a higher level and face the current predicament without being helpless..."

On the altar, Ye Shu waited for a few seconds until the excitement caused by Ye Hanjun subsided, and then continued:

"Six bows to the lineage of the seven-curse ghost monk..."

"Seven bows to the ancestors... ”

“Eighth bow to the guardian spirit…”

“Ninth bow…Don’t bow to the sky, bow to the Dark Lamp! Bow to the Dark Moon!”

“This is our habitat, we have carefully cared for it for 130,000 years!”

“Those enemies who dare to touch the Dark Lamp, those gods who try to destroy our tribe…When the Dark Lamp is unsealed, they will never return!”

Ye Shu showed a rare domineering intention, suddenly knelt on Fu Yu’s back, and kowtowed to the altar:

“Open the coffin, welcome the ancient saint back to his seat!”

“Boom boom——”

The altar covering tens of thousands of hectares cracked into countless cracks, and a creepy wind suddenly blew out of the cracks.

One after another, strange-shaped coffins rose from it, and the majestic holy power bursting from the inside was overwhelming.

"It's the sealed saint of the Ye family! Guardian of the Holy Spirit!"

A younger elder, with a flushed face, said excitedly:

"They have the problem of life span, knowing that they can't go further. Not long after Mingdeng sank, he sealed himself up!"

"Not for anything else, just so that when the seal is unsealed, the family can have more high-level combat power. No matter who attacks, we will never admit defeat until the last drop of blood is shed!"

Ye Ming, Ye Duo, Ye Yin, Ye Gui Shan, Ye Ju Dao - raised their heads, eyes full of fanaticism.

SS-level Saint Slaughter Master·Ye Ying, Shao Huang of the Ninth Epoch of the Ancient Universe, achieved the status of Saint in the Tenth Epoch, is good at controlling soldiers, and can kill demigods at his peak!

S-level True Word Master·Ye Tieqi, a saint of the Ninth Epoch of the Ancient Universe, is good at killing with words, and every word can destroy people's souls!

There are also Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei, Ye Xuanren...The strongest among them are close to the ceiling of the Saint King.

Although they are withered and old, it is a pity.

But they are still alive. They are the saints of the Ye family and the guardians of the Dark Lantern Abyss. They have always fulfilled the obligation of blood inheritance and carried the burden forward again and again!

"Meet the Saint Ye!"

In Wuri City, there are countless people shouting at the top of their lungs.

However, the hunched-backed Ye Ying first looked at Ye Roufeng:

"Rou'er, how is the situation?"

"Did that child ever attain the status of a god?"

The old man and the crippled beast that crawled out of the coffin said nothing, and their cloudy eyes all waited for Ye Roufeng's answer.

"No."

Ye Roufeng bowed and whispered before many predecessors were disappointed:

"Ten thousand years is too tight."

"Only by himself, breaking through to the semi-god and starting to refine the godhood is already the limit."

"However, the catastrophe has come again, and the Blood Witch God Son Wu Ye has consumed a lot of life, and entered the Blood Witch God Formation again, absorbing the blood of his own clan and forcibly refining the godhood."

"Now, please invite the ancient saints of the Ye family to witness together... the birth of the new god of the Dark Lantern!"

Ye Roufeng waved his arms, raising a whirlwind and blowing away the mist in the sky.

Beyond the Dark Moon, there was actually a blood cloud floating, seemingly embellishing the night sky, but in fact it was as blazing as a flame, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"Welcome to the guardian god of the Dark Lantern!"

Ye Shu lowered his head and stood upright.

"Welcome to the guardian god of the Dark Lantern!"

Behind a bunker, the three-curse ghost monk Yuan Gu smiled.

"Although I thought it was a daughter at first, but it turned out to be a son, the gap is huge..."

"But, after so many years, it's time to let it go..."

In the blood cloud, a rather abrupt vampire prince, although his face was pale, but no one could suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth:

"The genes of my vampire clan are so strong, I am the father of the god, so awesome..."

"Son, you are the savior, open your eyes quickly, show your kingly aura!"

"Swish!!"

The blood cloud dissipated, and a group of weak blood witch goddesses fell vertically.

In a flash, a blood river broke through the air, not only catching all the witches, but also blocking most of the light of the three dark moons.

"My name is... Blood Witch God King?"

"Half blood clan, half witch clan, the ultimate evolution, it turns out to be like this..."

A blood shadow sitting cross-legged, living in the blood river, like a mountain leaning, the overflowing divine power is mighty for 100,000 miles.

Ye Roufeng——her eyes condensed, and the frost between her eyebrows faded a little.

Ye Ying, Ye Ni, Ye Qiangwei and other ancient saints of the Ye clan, leaning on crutches, trembling slightly:

"Good...very good!"

"After the Blood Witch God, there is a new successor to the Law of Blood!"

"The Blood Witch Goddess clan and my Mingdeng Ye clan are one and the same, and there is no distinction between them!"

On the ground, the guardian spirits such as the Electric Claw Dragon Centipede and the Gorgon Banshee were more excited than each other:

"Hahahaha, Mingdeng has been deified again!"

"Even if the tribesmen who are stranded outside cannot provide us with strong help, we have the capital to resist and are not afraid of any deification!"

"Have you used the divine skills?"

The more cautious Ye Ying suppressed his joy and asked seriously.

A single deification is not enough. If you don't use the divine skills, you will still be beaten to a pulp when you meet the old gods.

"One God, three mysteries."

Wu Ye, renamed "Blood Witch God King", did not have the arrogance of a superior, and there was only a hint of confidence in his eyes.

"Although I am a newly promoted god, I am not afraid of one-on-one."

He said so to himself, looking at the sky, and the blood river supported the sky in an instant, rebuilding a new defense system:

"The clock of the era is about to ring."

"Perhaps one god cannot stop a group of enemies."

"But the Dark Lantern is also my home. Those who invade and destroy it must first pass me."

"Come on, let me understand what kind of power the supreme leader of all races in the heavens has. With my ability, how many can I kill..."