Chapter 363 Sky Burial

The Clown King, Lord of the Red Dust, God of Devils.

In the huge system of the Prison Spirits, demons and monsters account for half of the world. The remaining golems, demons, and vampires... live in the cracks. Regardless of their size or quality, they are insignificant and dispensable.

However, due to the rise of the first clown emperor, the devil clan was at its peak and had a short-lived glory.

When the second generation Clown Emperor arrived, he led the tribe to make great progress and once again reversed the situation of decline and decline.

All races in the world, any devil with the word "clown" must consider the source of blood behind it, whose name it is, and whether it can be provoked.

But he is such an emperor, such a supreme being.

Confined by thousands of tree-like lightnings, with no way to reach the sky and no way to escape, the ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth actually contained a hint of hysterical madness:

"What an arrogant young man. At such a young age, you want to kill this emperor?"

"What your ancestors couldn't accomplish, what your father couldn't accomplish, how dare you, an ant who hasn't even reached the holy level, be so self-righteous?"

The Clown Emperor's words were ferocious, and behind them were mixed with overwhelming mental fluctuations, which made people's hearts tremble.

Unfortunately, Mr. Ye Han was indifferent.

The sky is filled with dark clouds, and the thunder is roaring in my ears.

Even if a fierce god comes to the world, how can the power of his roar be compared with the majesty of heaven and earth?

"The cage has been set and you are doomed."

"Clown King, accept the reality. Dying with dignity will not disgrace your identity."

Lord Ye Han turned back his hand and held the cross golden sword behind his back.

In an instant, the sound of swords pierced the sky, and golden arcs of lightning intertwined and circled. He was like an immortal who was about to ascend to the throne of God, holding the sword of the emperor, trying to kill the hero.

"Rumble--"

The thunder sea was completely violent, and tornado-shaped golden lightning struck in an inner spiral.

Of course, this is just the first wave.

The second wave of catastrophe that followed, transformed into a thunder dragon with bared teeth and claws, swept vertically downwards, sweeping indiscriminately.

When the third wave connected, the lightning turned into a hammer, and with one hammer strike, the Sunless City suddenly collapsed within a radius of 100,000 miles.

The cracks in the spider web extend endlessly, the cracked earth, and the charred soil all prove that this land of demons, shrouded in darkness for generations, will lose all its vitality under the slaughter of thunder.

"Asshole!"

The Clown King transformed into dozens of avatars, like wooden stakes attracting lightning.

And His most important body is running up and down, not wanting to touch the arc, let alone experience the pain of thousands of thunders piercing the heart.

"Boom!!!!"

A thunderbolt with lightning speed, like a spear thrown by a god, instantly pierced the Clown Emperor's abdominal cavity.

He screamed in pain, his body cracked open, and gray scars were exposed where his limbs connected to his torso.

Obviously, Ye Shitian's offensive so far has finally hurt his foundation.

And those sores that were barely suppressed returned to an out-of-control state, eroding his divine body inside and out.

The Clown King suddenly became embarrassed.

He continued to run away, constantly looking for gaps around him, trying to escape from the lock of lightning.

But this was a useless feat. The thunder tribulation summoned by Lord Yehan was too powerful. The Clown Emperor was able to escape from Ye Shitian's world of death, but he could not escape from this world of thunder with real and fake clowns.

"Okay, okay, decisive enough, bloody enough!"

"I recognize your strength. Although you are only a fraction of my age, you can achieve great things. You are indeed an indispensable talent for the Ye family."

"Stop it and let's have a nice talk."

"You have a bright future, why bury your youth and go to hell with this emperor."

"I can swear a blood oath that I will never enter the Underworld Lantern in this life, and I will never be an enemy of the Ye family again."

"In addition, I am willing to cede the output of the Red Dust Abyss for ten thousand years, and give it all to the Ye clan as compensation for the defeat..."

The Clown Emperor forcibly softened his tone, took the initiative to show weakness, and took the initiative to seek peace.

He didn't want to die, that much was clear.

But Ye Hanjun had no intention of talking to him. He seemed to be sizing up a clown who was desperate and wanted to jump over the wall. His cold and indifferent eyes completely angered the clown emperor.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The Clown Emperor stopped running away, and all his clones pounced on Lord Ye Han in the center.

Each clone raised its fingers, aimed at his head, and fired a rainbow laser.

"Rumble--"

The Clown Emperor was shocked. The thunder that struck Lord Yehan was far denser than him.

A mere mortal's body was actually submerged by the pouring thunder waterfall. His skills were barely able to hit him, and were immediately wiped away by the power of thunder, unable to touch Lord Ye Han's body at all.

"Impossible! This emperor is the body of a god. How can a dead broken bow have such defensive power?"

The Clown King was frightened first and then went crazy. He linked his ten fingers and shot out hundreds of rainbow beams regardless of the consequences.

With every passing breath, the power of the thunder is increasing. If it drags on, his chances will become slimmer and slimmer.

If he were to break his sword and be killed by a human and a crippled god, his lifelong efforts would become a joke.

"Die to this emperor!"

"Chi chi! chi chi chi!!"

Finally, the rainbow beam broke through the thunder waterfall and successfully hit Lord Yehan's left thigh.

In just a moment, the left thigh disappeared.

Ye Hanjun's soul was stirred up, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood. He felt like the river was turning upside down, and his broken body was like a balloon with a hole in it, desperately trying to escape the fire of life.

"Tsktttttttttttt!!"

Several more rainbows flashed by, and Ye Hanjun's arms exploded. His chest and back felt like they were hit by a hammer, all his internal organs were broken, and his heart was cut off.

"Death, let's die. As long as you die in my hands first, the so-called catastrophe will naturally be broken without an attack..."

The Clown Emperor stared hard and looked paler.

He was afraid that Lord Ye Han would not die, so he roared out with Dazzling Hundred Blossoms skills and did not dare to stop at all.

But the nightmare scene really appeared. Even if he was seriously injured, he would die if he endured the move of the false god.

Lord Yehan was stunned and couldn't breathe, there was always a breath hanging in his throat, and his red and black pupils were still filled with endless coldness.

"That's what it means when a donkey in Guizhou has no skills, right?"

Lord Ye Han opened his lips and teeth lightly and glanced at the sword in his hand.

This time's tribulation is completely different from the last time.

Last time, we needed to integrate powers, integrate contracted spirits, and conquer every level.

But this time, just the God-given contract, Sword Thunder, swallowed up all the catastrophic thunder so far into the sword body, without even a single bit spilling out.

Visible to the naked eye, Jian Leizi appears an unprecedented orange-gold color.

The small sword body seemed to be a bottomless pit, and all the thunder elements were gathered into it, exuding no longer the breath of the Holy Spirit, but infinitely close to the gods.

"I don't know how long it will take to recover..."

"The more you grow, the years fly by. No wonder those strong people always count the passage of time in terms of hundreds or thousands of years..."

Lord Ye Han sighed softly, and the blood sprayed from his arms suddenly sank into the Shura Bow, faintly condensing into two illusory arms.

"The surname Ye cannot be insulted. This is the first sentence of the ancestral precepts."

"Clown King, please end it. Serve as my burial object and become a stepping stone for my promotion. I will use your blood to spy on the path of no one before and no one to come after..."

Raise your arms, draw your bow, and shoot arrows.

The red meteor broke through thousands of lightnings, the void was shattered, the earth was shattered, the rainbow was shattered... everything it touched was shattered.

“This arrow is called ‘God Burial’. "

"The Light Witch God died under this arrow, and so did you. Jiuyou Huangquan, you are just the right companion."

"Senior Ye Tianzi, farewell forever."

"I will carry your legacy and continue to move forward to see the scenery from higher places..."

Ye Hanjun said calmly, with a trace of nostalgia and sadness hidden on his calm face.

The Clown Emperor looked at the arrow inserted into his chest in horror, and wanted to reach out to pull it out, but before he could touch it, his divine body was torn apart and exploded to pieces.

"Uh-huh!"

In the gap between the lightning and flint, a summoning formation suddenly opened.

Lord Ye Han raised his eyebrows. In order to perform the ceremony, he even took back the melons. Without his conferment, why would the contract be opened?

"Ye Hanjun, it's delicious!"

Mo is jumping lively, a flying fish is bouncing, holding a heart that reflects the seven colors of the rainbow.

The heart is quite strange, and there is a face inside. Judging from the funny makeup, it looks like the Clown King.

"No...this is the emperor's last means of escape. He has never failed...how could you find out..."

The Clown King screamed and wanted to say something else.

Suspended in the bliss ring above Mo's head, the three-eyed white crow suddenly opened his eyes, his cold red gaze without any emotion.

"Aww!"

As if receiving advice from Crow Crow, Mo hugged his heart and stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.

Obviously the heart is only as big as a human head, and its body can just accommodate it.

After stuffing it down, Mo's body continued to expand, and there was an immediate tendency to explode and die.

"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts me to death!"

"So happy... Crow Crow... Crow Crow is the best... We will always be good friends..."

With a bang, Mo exploded completely, and a small-scale rain of flesh and blood was mixed with the majestic rainbow rain of blood, and then was drowned by endless thunder.

"Senior Ye Tianzi mentioned that... like my father, swallowing the fetus of a god alive and immediately giving birth to two witch gods... is definitely not a normal phenomenon..."

"Whether the divine head naturally returns to heaven and earth, or is extracted by being anointed or crowned, or is finally absorbed and accommodated...it cannot be achieved overnight. It is difficult, has a failure rate, and requires a lot of time and energy..."

"The Catastrophe Crow Lord can actually take it away in one go? Isn't he the God of Disaster? How can he accommodate the divinity of the Prison God?"

Ye Hanjun, who was stranded in the same place, had a lot of thoughts and his expression was in a trance.

But he had no time to think. The Clown Emperor was a god in his prime, and his death was accompanied by visions far beyond those of the Light Witch God.

In addition to the rainbow and blood rain, faces of the dead also appeared in the sky. There were only a few human figures, and the ones occupying the majority were all kinds of monsters.

They were laughing strangely, singing and dancing, and celebrating happily.

As a creature who was once killed by the Clown King, how could he not be happy when the accumulated resentment was finally released and turned into nothing?

"Kacha—kacha—"

The sky cracked, the sea of ​​clouds was overthrown, and a pure white imperial coffin covered the sky and the sun, and was huge.

This is a scene beyond the thunder realm, and the people in Wuri City can also see it clearly.

Inside the realm of death, Ye Shitian, the dirty demon god, and the dirty demon ministers suddenly stopped with a tacit understanding and raised their eyes to look at the end of the world.

"Wow, is this the legendary "sky burial"? "

"Only when a very special creature dies can it be possible to use the sky as its tomb and the earth as its cave."

"For example, for a title or a title, it can only be said that there is a probability, but it is not necessarily absolute."

"On the contrary, those spirits raised by nature and grown to a certain level will often receive the mercy of heaven and earth if they die unexpectedly..."

The Demon God of Filth was in high spirits and didn't care whether the Clown Emperor was too cold. He glared at Lord Yehan and laughed:

"I understand! This isn't the Clown King's funeral! It's this villain's!"

"He has dual powers and cannot be promoted!"

"But he worked very hard. When he was about to die, he held the Clown King on his back. He was so awesome!"

"However, the belief that Heaven will kill him cannot be shaken. I am just willing to welcome him with the most solemn funeral and die in a glorious manner, in compliance with the laws of nature..."

The dirty demon minister leaned forward and backward, laughing even louder:

"With the surname Ye, your family is not bad!"

"Brother, I really should learn from you. You are so old and you don't have any heirs. It's not fun at all!"

"Rumble--"

The two gods complimented each other and were full of energy.

All the thunder and lightning that filled the sky struck down, and the orange-gold cross thunder sword seemed to reach the limit of its capacity and began to shatter from the tip of the sword.

The crackling arc flashed wantonly, and between the sky and the earth, everything lost its voice, the words of humans and beasts, all the mute buttons were pressed.

"Ye Hanjun!"

Ye Liuying bit her lip, her eyes filled with both angry fire and hazy water.

She didn't understand why the path of dual power was so difficult.

Why is Lord Yehan so extreme, insisting on using Thunder Tribulation to cooperate with Emperor Ye to completely end the life of the Clown Emperor.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Isn't it okay to let the water flow slowly? Can't you just explore slowly? Ending with this ending...are you really willing to do it?

"puff!"

There was a sharp pain in my head, and my soul trembled and screamed.

Ye Liuying fell back, rolled her eyes, and fainted.

"Uh-huh!"

Bertnar flashed and used a streak of blood to support Ye Liuying's back. While his expression was ugly, his glazed eyes stared at the sky.

"Really dead?"

"No matter how glorious I am when I die, one of the dawns of my Ye family... is just extinguished like this?"

At that time, in a distant paradise, a woman who was working with a shovel groaned and fell to the ground.

In the refuge space at the lowest level of the blood witch ancestral land, Ye Yin covered his head, only feeling the cold invasion and curling up a little bit.

There were three other women and four men. The rings on their hands suddenly exploded. Their orifices were hot, blood spurted out, and their consciousnesses instantly fell into coma.

…

"Respect——Young Emperor."

In Sunless City, Ye Ying, who was standing upright at the central altar, suddenly put her hands on her chest and bent down to salute.

Ye Xuanren, Ye Tieqi, Ye Ni, and Ye Qiangwei all followed suit one by one. Their solemn expressions were even worse than when they paid homage to their ancestors during the grand ceremony.

"Jun Ye Han, a member of the Ye clan, killed gods with a mortal body in the second era of the new universe. His merits are as high as the sky."

"Any member of the Ye clan who is disrespectful or disrespectful should be deprived of his surname and identity as the head of the family, to serve as a warning to others."

"Here!"

All members of the Ye clan bowed down and saluted, while those branch families, collateral clans, and vassals, regardless of their age, all knelt down.

"Boom!"

The deafening thunderstorm lasted for several minutes before showing signs of abating.

As the lightning disappeared, the sea of ​​clouds dispersed, and the light of the dark moon shone again.

Lord Ye Han is dead.

His sword was exploded, and his flesh and blood body could no longer bear the power of thunder and lightning. Just like the sword body, it shattered inch by inch and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And his contracted spirits all fell out of the space at the moment of his death.

There was no possibility for them to escape. The sea of ​​thunder poured out, obliterating all traces. They were all reduced to burial objects and died cleanly.

Dual authority cannot be promoted - this saying passed down from ancient times does not tolerate any disobedience.

The rules of heaven cannot be touched, and the beauty of heaven cannot be insulted. Lord Ye Han paid the price with his life to once again prove this conclusion to the world.

"Wow~~~"

Under the gaze of everyone, the pure white imperial coffin came and went in a hurry, blending into nothingness in an understatement.

The land surrounding Sunless City suddenly became more depressing than the deep sea.

Except for the little children, obviously no one cried.

But everyone frowned, their chests felt clogged, and they had indescribable difficulty breathing.

"Oh, that's so boring."

"The Clown King asked us to come over to fight, why did he burp his own farts?"

The dirty demon god and the dirty demon minister looked at each other and suddenly patted their bellies in a tacit understanding.

With a pop, the former's head and body were severed, and the dragon-like tail actually broke through the realm of death and successfully escaped to the outside world.

The latter had its wings and legs broken, but retained a butt, and also broke through the realm of death and rushed towards the yellow vortex that suddenly appeared.

"If we don't fight, our employer is dead. We didn't protect him, so we can only go back and apologize to my eldest brother!"

"Goodbye, Mr. Ye, we are optimistic about you and will help you if you have the chance!"

Two bursts of laughter turned into wind and waves blowing through the Abyss of the Underworld.

The filthy demon gods and filthy demon ministers disappeared. I don’t know what secret method they used. Even Ye Shitian couldn’t stop them and could only let them return to the abyss of the bad earth.

"Crash..."

The barrier of the death realm slowly dissolved, and Ye Shitian stood alone on the ground. His slender figure and jade-like facial features all had an indescribable kingly aura.

He looked around, and everything he saw was scorched earth.

The area covered by the thunder tribulation was so large that not only Sunless City, but also more distant areas were struck by lightning.

Coupled with the destruction of those invaders, almost half of the area of ​​Mingdeng was reduced to wasteland.

"Ye Shen is above, we are willing to surrender, don't kill us..."

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, the seven clown kings knelt on the ground with mournful expressions on their faces, but did not make any movement of resistance.

Even false gods are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with true gods, let alone their ordinary holy perfections.

Moreover, Ye Shitian is a god with two crowns, how can he escape? Where to escape? The Clown Emperor is dead, there is no chance for them.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

Seven soft noises, seven heads falling, Ye Shitian sprinted towards the earth like a gray dragon, killing all the mortal holy spirits who tried to escape or had already escaped. (End of chapter)