The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Chapter 349 The Legacy of the Gods·Blood Witch Goddess

"I have no idea."

Faced with Goose Immortal’s doubts, Ye Hanjun couldn’t figure it out:

"The calamity exudes the will of death and is insurmountable. It is nearing the end, but it is shattered by unknown power."

"From a realistic perspective, it seems that I have not survived the tribulation and have not reached the standard for breakthrough. I need to go through the tribulation again or continue to survive the tribulation."

"But from a spiritual point of view, I feel that the thunder tribulation seems to have been passed, but something necessary is missing in the flesh and blood soul, a corner of the puzzle is missing, and a key piece is still missing..."

"Gah! It sounds like a lot of trouble!"

The Goose Fairy folded his wings and his eyes suddenly opened as big as a copper bell:

"Why does this thing behind your back look familiar?"

"Mist Grass! The aura that has the same origin as the Heavenly Tribulation? What the hell is this?!"

Goose Fairy, who was looking over with his head lowered, jumped up and took dozens of steps back.

It stared at the cross blue sword in fear, and the metal feathers all over its body exploded outwards, obviously extremely surprised.

"Jianleizi is a lightning element spirit conceived from fragments of the laws of heaven that are suspected to be left in my body..." Lord Ye Han explained.

"What a good boy, do you want to be a father?"

"It's enough to be proud of yourself if you say it. If you don't agree with one word, it will destroy the way of heaven. If you don't say a word, a thunder beast will be born. It has to be you!"

The Goose Fairy raised his wings, barely giving a thumbs up.

It can be seen that it is not a joke, but a sincere admiration.

How awesome is it to not do what normal people do? Hallownest will lack such talents in the future!

"Jun Yehan, I...I'm so full...burp."

Beside the right foot, a little guy shaped like a five-pointed starfish slowly climbed up along the ankle.

It hugged the calf and hung firmly on it, its big blinking eyes almost filled with bloodshot eyes.

"It's too... it hurts!"

"I have never experienced such long pain, so comfortable! So happy!"

Mo raised his head with a happy smile on his face.

Ye Hanjun checked its attribute panel and found that the level suppression had changed from serious to very serious. The small body seemed to be loaded with endless blood energy and could explode at any time.

"Heavenly Tribulation...Heavenly Tribulation is awesome!"

"Grandpa Tiandao is so powerful. He cuts his body inside and out. It's sour and numb. I must experience it again after I digest it completely!"

Mo, who was filled with a happy smile, rubbed Ye Hanjun's leg hair.

Then it pointed at the Cross Thunder Sword with a look of anticipation.

Obviously, because of the close aura, it regarded Jian Leizi as a brand new pain-making machine.

If the power of disaster in the body had not been digested, it would definitely pounce on it, actively embrace happiness, and enjoy the comfortable life.

"Where's Grandpa Jue? Is it closed again?"

Guagua was still not interested in the tattered rag. He looked around and couldn't see Juexian, and said very curiously.

"I can't summon it, it's similar to the state when I realized "Wrath of Heaven". "

Ye Hanjun nodded, confirming that Juexian was alive and well, without too much worry.

This time's catastrophe, combined with all the supernatural powers, has actually surpassed the sure-kill artillery.

Relying on longevity and eternal life, Juexian is stuck between life and death again and again. If it can be harvested, it is probably the weakest and ultimate skill.

If he mastered two unparalleled skills at the same time - Mr. Ye Han couldn't imagine how terrifying such a creature would be.

"Sir...this place is extraordinary and full of weirdness."

Hua Zhu, who was quietly listening to the information, suddenly became alert.

She did nothing, but since she was summoned, her cold and dry body began to feel hot.

In a short time, the pale skin that could be broken by a bullet glowed with the crimson color of fire.

The coral-gold witch robe seemed to have been eroded by the high temperature, and the unusually eye-catching red silk threads were like satin woven by a fairy, draped lightly and gracefully around the body.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

On the dark ground, a circle of crimson ripples lit up.

A chain reaction was triggered, and the whole world became brighter underfoot, around, and above the head, no longer so dark and gloomy.

"Mist grass!"

The Great Goose jumped on his feet, blowing out a hot breath from his flat mouth.

Just now, I just felt that the environment was barren, with no vegetation, no animals, and no trace of life here.

In the blink of an eye, the world comes alive.

The ground and walls, which I thought were rocks, turned out to be dark red, with fascia covering the surface and faintly connected blood vessels.

They squirmed with a weak but constant pattern, giving the impression that they were less like cold objects and more like flesh and blood - the flesh and blood tissue of some special creature.

"Are we in a monster's belly?"

The Great Goose was stunned and looked at his body in disbelief.

It is now a real body, with a wingspan of more than a hundred meters, huge and heavy.

But this space is so big that it is more than enough to fly back and forth several times.

Could it be that he is another freak like the Labyrinth Demon, who can hold a small world that is half virtual and half real in one belly?

"No." Ye Hanjun said seriously: "This world really exists and is not false."

Under the stares of several pairs of eyes, Hua Zhu, who was in the center of attention, her delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly in pain.

Her pupils are always bright golden yellow, like a mutant golden-scaled king cobra, calm, noble and otherworldly.

At this moment, around these two eyeballs, red light patterns were arranged horizontally and vertically, and eventually intertwined into two strange characters that were mirror images of each other, like two small bugs burrowing into the surface of the skin, slowly climbing and squirming, and themselves Has a certain spirituality.

"Witch?" Ye Hanjun and Guagua were both stunned.

The former learned the language and writing of the Wu clan since childhood, while the latter benefited from the former's supervision and was forced to take elective courses.

As soon as traces of the characters appeared, they recognized that they were exclusive characters of the blood witch lineage.

This kind of writing was born out of the ancient witch clan and has developed into a faction of its own. It is only circulated in the Abyss of the Dark Lantern. Once it leaves the Dark Lantern, it will be a blackout for foreigners, making it very difficult to identify.

"The blood is boiling???"

Hua Zhu murmured to herself, her bright eyes full of confusion.

This did not seem to be a curse, but some kind of unparalleled blessing, which was of great benefit to her.

"Qualification Appraisal!"

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[Current status]: Severely suppressed rank/full of energy/health/blessing of the witch god/blood witch dependents/…

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"Hua Zhu, can you control blood?"

Ye Hanjun cut his palm, made a very small scar, squeezed out a drop of blood, and asked.

"When it comes to control...it doesn't seem possible."

Hua Zhu stared at this drop of blood, watching it fall to the ground, as if falling into an abyss, and was swallowed up by the flesh and blood. She shook her head and said:

"But my senses have gotten stronger."

"I can feel your current state from your blood. You are weak and tired. You are far from what you were at your peak, not even one tenth of it. You are extremely depressed."

"In other words, there is no mutation, and the essence of the wind element has not been changed..."

Lord Ye Han was thoughtful and boldly guessed:

"I'm afraid we're in an incredible place..."

"If it is really the legendary magical place that heals human flesh and bones, and I can survive, there will be indispensable help here..."

"Buzz buzz-"

His thoughts were still churning, and the frequency of the flesh-and-blood world suddenly accelerated.

Under the slightly stunned gaze, the "sky" above the head was lifted open, and a huge thrust came from the bottom up.

Ye Hanjun, Goose Daxian, Guagua, Mo, Huazhu, one person and four beasts took off on the same spot. After a while, they soared into the clouds and mist, and then fell down.

During the whole process, neither Guagua, Goose Immortal, nor Hua Zhu, who controlled the wind element, could maintain their figure.

But their momentum only seemed ferocious. As they approached landing, bloody buds bloomed on the ground, steadily releasing their momentum without causing them any additional damage.

"Wu Cao! I was in a coffin just now?!"

The landed Goose Fairy stretched out his neck from the soft flower buds and looked back.

Unexpectedly, even after hundreds and thousands of years, it would not be able to forget this scene.

This seems to be the belly of an ancient mountain range, or it may be the depths of the earth.

At the deep and desolate end, there are three dark cave entrances, like sleeping ancient beasts.

They are dry, withered, and covered with traces of time.

But Goose Daxian did not feel the comfort and comfort of paradise, the silence that penetrated the soul, just like the chains entangled in the soul, giving absolute suffocating oppression to the flesh and blood.

"Oh my God, we were put in a coffin and someone buried us?!"

Guagua, who was not familiar with the world, was amazed.

In the mysterious space, there is no sunlight, no plants, nothing, it is empty.

In the deepest part of the three cave entrances, there are three huge coffins, like three ancient trees intertwined, and the whole body reflects a strange light.

Their color, the one on the far left is golden, and their texture is close to gold.

The one on the far right is silver and has a texture close to silver.

The middle one is fluorescent green, and its texture is close to that of jade. It is ingenious and beautiful.

Following the flight path just now, it is not difficult for Lord Yehan and his group of beasts to judge that they were in the silver coffin on the far right just now, and they only glimpsed the outside world after rushing out.

"As expected, they are the three coffins of the Blood Witch God..."

"These three coffins are treasures that the Blood Witch God has nurtured throughout his life. If any beast sleeps in the coffin, its injuries will be fully healed and its lifespan will be doubled. The most amazing thing is..."

Ye Hanjun sighed and suddenly looked at the other two coffins.

Compared with the terrifying aura emanating from the jade coffin and the gold coffin, the silver coffin is harmless to humans and animals, and it is inevitable that it is a bit fragile.

But there is a strong sense of disharmony in their breath. A whale swallows the vast sea, shakes the mountains, and the bright red color of blood stains the corners of the coffin, as if there are ancient gods sleeping inside, and there is no room for any living beings. interruption and proximity.

The other one has a slightly weaker breath.

But it was so evil, gray mist spewed out from the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body from time to time.

The smell of corpses, full of decaying time and smelly fish and rotten shrimps, will make you gag as long as it penetrates your nose.

Mr. Yehan's face turned purple, as if he had been electrocuted. He suddenly took three steps back, further away from the two coffins.

The movements of Goose Immortal and his were surprisingly consistent. On the contrary, the graceful flower candle looked at the jade coffin in the center with a bit of trance and surprise in its eyes.

"In that coffin...is the person buried in that coffin the Blood Witch God himself?"

"I can feel that the words around my eyes are heating up, and the breath of the same origin forms a bond, and they are inseparable from each other..."

"If nothing else, it is indeed Him."

Ye Hanjun took a sneak peek and saw that it was just a coffin, and his eyeballs stung.

It is impossible to look directly at it. This is the manifestation of the law that can only be found in the womb of the Holy Saint. If it does not touch the Conferred God, how can it scare all living beings?

"Jun Ye Han, a descendant of the Ye clan, pays homage to the noble witch god."

"I took the liberty to intrude here and was about to leave... Please forgive me if I have disturbed you in any way."

Lord Ye Han stroked his chest and saluted. Even though his soul was tingling, he still executed the whole set of actions meticulously.

This is the resting place of the Blood Witch God, who was the guardian of the Dark Lantern Abyss until the end of the Seventh Era of the Ancient Era until the end of the First Era of the New Era.

It can be said that He is the successor of King Shura.

Compared with the Seven Curse Ghost Monk who died early, his relationship with the Ye family was more complicated, almost to the point where blood is thicker than water.

"Dad, rest in peace."

"After a lifetime of hard work, I can finally think about nothing and have a good sleep."

"This must be the most comfortable sleep you've ever had. You will have many, many sweet dreams, and you will definitely go to hell smoothly in the end!"

Going to hell - for the people of the abyss, it means the most sincere and simple blessing.

Xiao Guagua, who had learned about this custom early on, put his palms together and prayed seriously.

Hua Zhu also bowed slightly, holding up her witch skirt and bowing lightly.

Even if they are both witch-loving spirits, and the elements and bloodlines they control are very different, this respect does not need to be deliberately concealed.

"Jun Yehan..."

"Crow Crow... Crow Crow said... stay away from that coffin... don't get close..."

Mo, who acts as a calf pendant, has never understood etiquette.

It stretched out a tentacle and pointed at the location of the golden coffin, stupidly dragging Lord Ye Han and trying to walk back.

"What else did he say?" Lord Ye Han looked surprised.

During the tribulation, the Lord of Havoc Crow remained silent and showed no sign of helping.

Why did he actually speak up when he came to the forbidden area of ​​the blood witch clan and take the initiative to communicate with Mo.

"No..." Mo stammered: "Crow Crow... Crow Crow just said one thing, and then fell asleep again."

"Crow Crow won't lie to me. Let's leave quickly. Don't stay here anymore..."

"Tadpole!"

Guagua rarely put on the rag and said with a small face:

"The jade coffin in the center contains the remains of immortal gods. I think it's so awesome and such a pity."

"But the golden coffin on the left is really weird. Smelling the smelly gray mist will make me feel sick and disgusted from the bottom of my soul."

"Could it be another evil beast?" Great Immortal Goose glanced sideways, "If it can be buried next to a god, it means it is some kind of fallen demon god."

"There's something wrong with this place, something big."

"Human Beloved Lord, given your current state, I advise you to stay calm and stop exploring taboos and secrets."

"You've been through enough muddy water. Let's settle it one by one. Now, the priority is to recuperate and advance to the 7th rank. Everything else is unimportant."

"I know."

Ye Hanjun tapped his chin:

"I have heard some information before. A great elder in the clan mentioned that there are three coffins of the Blood Witch God, one for personal use and one for distribution to the clan."

"There is another mouth, which has been used to seal something since a long time ago."

"Is it possible that there are not corpses inside, but a living person?"

The Goose Fairy shook his wings and said even more fearfully:

"That's even worse. The Witch God is dead. If the dirty things inside come out, the blood witch clan will be unable to deal with it. In the end, you Ye clan will have to wipe their butts."

"As expected of allies, you are truly brothers in need."

"No, I have turned into such a bear when a disaster strikes. I have not yet joined the ranks of high-level sentient beings. It's so fucked up and so frustrating..."

The cursing Goose Immortal didn't know whether he was complaining about Lord Ye Han or cursing the way of heaven, and his emotions were expressed in a flurry.

Ye Hanjun let out a long breath, turned around, and walked towards the light without looking back.

Facing the three sacred coffins, there is an extremely long blood-red road.

Large and small blood flowers bloom on both sides, all of which are very ancient varieties, strange yet beautiful.

"You're awake."

The plain blood witch language is like the emotionless whisper of a young girl.

Just after crossing the bloody gate at the end of the road, the suffocating pressure just slipped off my heartstrings, and another completely different and heavy feeling emerged.

"I've seen the goddess."

Lord Ye Han saluted generously.

The creature stationed near the door looks like a princess from the kingdom at first glance.

She is wearing an elegant and simple blood-colored dress, and every fold, line, and spot in the right spot is eye-catching.

On the edge of the skirt, there are blooming bloody embroideries. The color is darker and the texture is heavier, conveying the touch of history and stories.

Ye Hanjun couldn't see her feet, but he could see a pair of arms half hidden under the sleeves of her skirt. They were as smooth as snow and dazzlingly white.

And on such a delicate body, the veil of mist is hazy, covering up the alluring face; the blood cap is dull, and the fluctuations of life are concealed.

The legacy of the Conferred God—the Blood Witch Goddess!

This is the descendant of the Blood Witch God and the life form of his pure-blooded descendant. Like the core members of the Ye family, he belongs to the supreme royal family of the Dark Lantern Abyss!

"Eighty years...you occupy the silver coffin for a full eighty years."

"I have a tribesman who has been with me for at least eight thousand years. I made room for you, but I couldn't wait for the second chance to renew my life..."

The ancient witch language of the Blood Witch Goddess is still not mixed with emotions.

But Ye Hanjun clearly sensed that his blood flow accelerated and became chaotic for a moment.

"Buzz——"

The cross thunder sword hanging behind his back like an ornament suddenly made an ear-splitting roar.

As the blue light bloomed at the tip of the sword, a slender and weak sword light seemed to split through layers of waves, and it cut in front of him resolutely.

"when!"

The Blood Witch Goddess didn't make any movement, and the same slender blood line stood in front of her.

She was unscathed—but the sword light disappeared.

The deafening thunder suddenly intensified, and just as he was about to strike out with his second sword, Lord Ye Han, who frowned, held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the thunder sword suddenly became silent.

"I'm sorry, I took up important resources of the nobles."

Lord Ye Han showed a hint of apology and lowered his head slightly:

"Where are my people? Can you arrange for them to meet me?"

"Unfortunately."

The Blood Witch Goddess stood up slowly, her plain voice mixed with a strange rhythm:

"A grand hunt is about to begin, and you will enter as a hunter."

"You shall not leave here until that day comes - so say your people."