The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

The ancient darkness will last forever.

The magic mist, which is thicker than ink, lingers on this desolate land day and night, month and year.

The three-wheeled sickle-shaped purple moon is getting bigger and bigger and more curved.

Finally - daybreak.

The dark moon sheds purple light, and the darkness and silence gradually disappear.

In the barren black desert, the abandoned castle stands alone. The sand and dust erode here, the rocks are weathered, and the mottled spots of time are clearly visible here.

In the undulating black mountains, poisonous centipedes climbed on the cliffs, roaring bone dragons flew in the sky, and tattered corpses crawled out of the soil, wandering around aimlessly.

In the cold and biting black ocean, the stern wind, the torrential rain, the cries of monsters, and the wails of the dead were woven into a tragic symphony.

…

This is the Dark Lantern Abyss.

In this demonic land that has gone through many vicissitudes of life, life and death rotate, and disputes continue. It has always been a carnival feast of destruction and rebirth.

However, all balance will eventually be broken.

On this day, space was torn apart.

The sky, the earth, the ocean, the mountains, the grasslands, the forests, the swamps... there are cracks in almost every iconic area.

They seem to be higher than the sky and wider than the earth.

The mountains, which had been majestic for countless thousands of years, were cut off in the blink of an eye.

There are also ocean current faults, volcanic eruptions, flood reverse currents, hurricanes at rest, ground collapse and cloud collapse... unheard of and unseen pictures, stuck at the same time node, covering the entire abyss.

When even the dark moon dimmed, the trembling and prostrate aborigines could no longer bear the fear in their hearts.

They scream, they flee.

Like a wave of beasts, the tide quickly submerged villages one after another. The ancient ruins representing history and sedimentation were also reduced to nothing under the impact.

Ming Deng... chaos!

From order to chaos—at the snap of your finger!

"Oh, here comes the ancestor."

"After 30,000 years, my clan of stick demons have finally returned to their homeland!"

In the cracks, one after another, strangely shaped beasts are crawling, leaping, rushing, twisting, and walking as fast as flying.

More than two-thirds of them were laughing, with arrogant smiles and unbridled laughter, like lightning and thunder, vigorous and vigorous.

"Hateful! My ancestor only killed a young king of the Ye clan, but a saint of the Ye clan personally attacked him. Half of the clan was killed, and even the young demon in his belly was not spared!"

"If my ancestors hadn't been clever enough to escape in advance, our club demon clan would have perished long ago in the Ancient Era, and there would be no way we could persist until the New Era!"

A huge demon with an ape-like body and a height of more than 700 meters brandished a metal mallet that grew with its arm, and hit the ground heavily:

"The Ye family is arrogant! Sitting in a pit, executing orders to kill, and holding the power of domination, he already has a way to kill him!"

"Previously, I was incompetent. As a holy fetus, I didn't dare to hit an egg against a stone!"

"Now, the Clown Emperor of the Mortal Abyss has arrived with his troops. We are taking advantage of the chaos to come and wash with blood! Rape and kill! Plunder! The hatred of ancient times will be repaid tenfold!"

"boom--"

The second stick fell, and a mountain collapsed.

The Stick Demon King stared at a group of wild demons fleeing in panic, jumped over the mountain, jumped into the sea, and smashed them into a pool of blood and mud in an instant, then laughed ferociously.

"Hahaha, big stick, go to the west and don't compete with me for resources!"

In the crack a little further away, there was a big cricket with a human head hanging on it. The electric light rushed out and smiled sharply:

"I have no grudges against the Ye family, and I have no grudges against the race here!"

"But the Clown Emperor invites me, how dare I not come?"

"Just in time! Let's plunder! Let's kill! Steal more of Ming Lan's treasures. When they return to the clan, my descendants will be able to enjoy the glory and wealth! Don't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

After he finished speaking, noisy sound waves spread throughout the mountains, rivers and land. Many lower-level creatures huddled in the mud rocks, either frothing at the mouth or cut off their breath.

How terrible is it that tens of thousands of creatures die tragically due to the power of a single skill?

The survivors were trembling, and the higher their intelligence, the more frightened they became.

"How dare you... dare to carry out genocide?"

"Such behavior is taboo no matter where you are. You will be punished. Ye Shi will not let you go..."

"Ye's family? Ye's family can't protect itself!"

The cricket suddenly flashed behind the speaker, inserted its mouthpart into its head, sucked the soul, and laughed jokingly:

"I admit that the Ye family has been glorious and can be undefeated for 120,000 years. Looking at the world, it is also the most powerful!"

"But they are getting old after all. After King Shura, no one or one beast can carry the banner of the family's fate!"

"Now that the wall is falling and all the beasts are pushing you, how dare you, a young and brilliant child, to have an opinion?"

With a pop, Cricket Man dropped a corpse, swept away the other creatures with the force of the strong wind, and continued to scream:

"Don't you know that the second era of the new universe is full of chaos?"

"Many supreme races have suffered heavy losses, and even the descendants of the Conferred Gods have been brutally exterminated!"

"But it's not enough! It's not lively enough! It's not exciting enough!"

"If the Dark Lantern Abyss is overturned, the Ye clan is removed from the family, and the blood witch clan dies! Wouldn't it be great for us to carve up the treasures of the abyss, and have endless harvests?!"

Killing - killing spree.

The Cricket Man who works alone is not only more flexible than the Stick Demon King, but also masters a wide range of sonic skills.

The efficiency of the killing was naturally second to none.

And this is just a corner of the Dark Lantern Abyss.

Each crack corresponds to at least one creature. As long as the length of the crack is as wide as a canyon, a group of monsters with teeth and claws will definitely emerge, digging three feet into the ground.

"Impossible! How come there are so many space cracks! Is the 120,000-year operation of my Ye clan in vain?!"

In the corner of the dark lamp, there is a valley, and several elders of the Ye family are patrolling, their faces are pale.

They had just finished fighting and successfully sniped a small group of intruders.

But the price they paid should not be underestimated. The contracted spirits around them were basically all scarred, and there were no intact individuals.

"The weakest is also the embryo of immeasurable..."

An elder covered his broken arm and said with desperate eyes:

"There are also a large number of Glory's Fetuses and Holy Fetuses. The aborigines of the abyss are being pushed flatly. The war has spread to very far away places..."

Another elder held the command talisman in his hand and said with a trembling voice:

"The great elder who was in direct contact with us has lost contact and is probably dead."

"What to do? What are we going to do?"

"With our strength, there is no place for us now."

"It is a great shame and humiliation to be in the territory and unable to move even an inch. If the ancestors were still alive and saw this scene, what shame would we and other unworthy descendants have? Alas!"

…

The worries buried deep in my heart will one day actually be played out in reality.

Like adding fuel to the fire, panic spreads, and the abyss is terrifying.

At the time of heavy casualties, chaos spread everywhere. Some creatures fought back and killed the invaders, while others turned against the enemy and joined the enemy clan in the blink of an eye.

However, there are still two places in Ming Deng. The look of murder is as solemn as a mountain, and the wild land is raging with flames of war, falling into an absolute stalemate.

"Where is Ye Shitian? Please ask him to come out."

There is no sun in the city, and there is emptiness outside the city.

The monster army gathered into a torrent of steel, with three floors inside and three floors outside, numbering in the millions, surrounding this historic and undefeated city.

A colorful temple, as beautiful as the sunset and as bright as the stars, is located diagonally above the city, hundreds of miles apart, and has the power to overwhelm the entire sea.

Above the temple, there are numerous towers, crystal lights, dazzling jewelry, and all kinds of exotic decorations, creating a beautiful little world.

And in this small world, there is a large rock that is completely black. Lying on the rock is a creature, only as big as a person.

Compared with other creatures, it is so small that it is entirely possible to ignore it if you don't pay close attention.

But it is not it, it is Him.

The clothes are baggy, the hat is high, and the exaggerated clothes are matched with eye-catching colors that make people unable to take their eyes away.

The face covered with heavy makeup and glittering powder looked funny, but no one could laugh.

In the various situations of the world, in the chaotic world of mortals.

There has never been such a set of looks that will make anyone who looks at it feel from the heart what is weird and what is abrupt.

But He is real.

The Clown Emperor, the ruler of the Mortal Abyss, descends into the Underworld Abyss in his true form!

When He remained silent and just looked down at the city at his feet with a weird smile, that absolute self-confidence would penetrate into every intruder's body, becoming their pillar and their belief.

"The Ye family has been prosperous for 120,000 years, and in this era, it is time to come to an end."

At the front of the Colorful Temple, a green-clothed clown with a slightly larger body and particularly muscular limbs sneered and said:

"It is the greatest honor of your life for the gods of our clan to come and witness your destruction!"

Next to him, another clown king with the same appearance but wearing red, followed with a playful smile:

"After this battle, Ming Deng will return to the rule of our clan."

"The Clown Emperor has an order to refuse to accept the surrender of any gods or saints except the Seven Curse Ghost Monks."

"This place should be razed to the ground, and the corpses of the Ye clan should be skinned and washed, and hung high on the gate of the abyss."

"As for the ecology of Ming Lan...hehe, time will heal everything."

"When the next era begins, this place will not be desolate, it will still be as noisy and lively as usual..."

…

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The Dark Lantern Abyss, the ancestral land of the Blood Witch.

There are at least five cracks that are enough to cover the sky, expanding around this place.

The light is overflowing, the treasure mist is filled, and the breath of life that cannot be carried by the vast ocean comes one after another.

"This is the Dark Lantern Abyss? It's so cold and disgusting. I really don't want to come to such a ghost place."

A group of graceful figures came in the light, with slender shoulders and slim waists, and graceful bodies.

They were wearing uniform white palace robes, with fairy aura floating in the air, and they were spotless, with not a trace of dirt on their bodies.

The swaying skirt is like a cluster of flowers blooming against the morning sun.

That delicate and charming face looks like dusk is approaching and the sunset is fleeting.

The afterglow of the setting sun left indelible traces on them. The years are quiet, and time wants to stay at this moment to appreciate their beauty together.

"The coordinates are correct and there was no delay."

One of the witches checked the precision instrument in her hand, then looked around, a smile appeared on her holy face:

"The Clown Emperor was so ruthless that he actually captured the old master and the young master of Prince Ji's Mansion, so that the Seven Curse Ghost Monk lineage had to abandon the Ye family and choose to forge a new cooperation with the Red Dust Abyss."

Another witch laughed and said:

"I thought the precise coordinates provided by the ghost monk were fake, but I didn't expect them to be true."

"Bypassing all the void barriers and evading most space surveillance, this grand carnival has just begun. I'm so looking forward to it!"

"Dear light witch goddesses."

A humanoid monster with no face, no hair, and a body shaped like a black mummy interrupted coldly:

"My seven-mantra ghost monk lineage has entered into a cooperation between souls. If there is any violation, heaven and earth will destroy me."

"Since I chose to betray the Ye clan, Mingdeng is so big that there is no place for our clan."

"If you cannot achieve the desired result in this battle, I will be disappointed, very disappointed."

"Do not worry."

The leader of the light witch goddess glanced at the three-curse ghost monk and said without any doubt:

"It's not just the Clown Emperor who promises you, but also the witch ancestor of my clan."

"After this battle, you can command the tribe and continue to inhabit the Underworld Lantern."

"You can also go to the abyss of the mortal world and become a royal family there."

"Of course, if you insist and are not afraid of our clan's sacred light, you are also welcome to live in Yunhai."

"good."

The Three Curse Ghost Monk moved his chin, and suddenly raised a skinny finger, pointing straight at the ground:

"Having said that, the blood witch clan has sensed our approach and should use the force of thunder to suppress them."

"But, why didn't I see the Light Witch God coming in person? Although the Blood Witch God died, it has only been more than a hundred years. If you dare to underestimate her descendants, you will also pay a heavy price."

"The Witch Ancestor will not come easily."

Wu Guangqing responded, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked coldly at the ground.

Behind her, the darkness was like a candle swaying in the wind, trembling, fearful and turbulent.

There was a crisp sound, something was crushed, and a drop of milky white divine blood flew out.

It was like an arrow leaving the string. As soon as it broke through the air, it dived vertically again.

Approaching the ground, it suddenly exploded, like fireworks, more like the first ray of morning light illuminating the earth, bringing infinite light and hope.

"laugh--"

The blood smoke was rising, and the thick cocoon wrapped in blood just opened a hole.

As an ancient city was revealed, Wu Guangqing raised his hand, and the illusion of twelve-winged holy angels appeared behind him. As the wings flew, brilliant light penetrated the soul, and the darkness was completely dispelled. There was no dark corner in the surrounding area.

"Above the Holy, below the Gods..."

"You have transcended perfection and come to the false god, only missing one godhead?!"

The three-curse ghost monk Yuan Xie suddenly tightened his blank face:

"No wonder you want to get the body of the Blood Witch God at any cost..."

"The Blood Witch God has just fallen. More than a hundred years have not been enough for his godhead to be diluted and return to the world in a natural way..."

"The barrier is broken."

Wu Guangqing remained calm and unmoved by the three-cursed ghost monk's shock.

She just spoke lightly, and then looked at the hole still burning with blood and smoke with her eyes embedded with two suns:

"The blood witch clan, surrender or die?"

"According to the order of the Clown Emperor, he will not allow you to live. He only wants to eradicate the roots."

"But I, the Light Witch God, have no fear and are just cooperating, each getting what he needs."

"We are both descendants of the Witch God. If you are willing to abandon the Ye family and Ming Deng, as long as you hand over the corpse of the Blood Witch God, I can promise to protect your core members from death."

"In the future, when I serve the ancestor of the light witches, change my bloodline, and truly become the same race, I will share the glory and the glory will last forever..."

Wu Guangqing's voice stopped suddenly, and Wu Xuebi, whose face was covered with frost, rushed out with a blood gun:

"Let us abandon our ancestors, our promises, our faith?"

"The abacus is played so loudly that your ancestors will laugh out loud!"

"Send your name."

Wu Guangqing took a glance and gave the order.

She obviously controls the way of light, but her every move is more cruel and ruthless than the way of blood.

The furious Wu Xuebi raised his hand and fired a round of blood spear.

But just as this blood gun was fired, the holy light descended from the sky.

The sacred and blazing light seemed to be able to dissolve everything. Wu Xuebi screamed and quickly lowered his body while covering his blind right eye.

"You are not qualified to talk to me as an equal."

Wu Guangqing said in common ancient witch language in a sparse and ordinary manner:

"I will only give you one chance. If you don't give in, you will die."

"With the help of Ye's family, your family has finally been promoted to the divine clan."

"Due to the responsibility of guarding Yiyuan, your ancestors were devastated by war and have been scarred since becoming gods. There is no chance to steadily develop the clan."

"And my lineage of light witches, who achieved enlightenment and became gods in the fourth era of recent ancient times, continues to this day, and the foundation laid is far deeper than yours."

"As long as you hand over the divine corpse, you can help me ascend to the throne of God."

"I, the two gods of the Light Witch lineage, live together in this world. Even if King Shura is still alive, we will have no fear or worries."

"Pooh!"

Wu Xuebi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and sneered:

"When King Shura is alive, he has a crown and two divine positions. He has slaughtered no less than two human supreme beings and canonized no less than four gods!"

"Do two mere gods want to be compared with him? What's more, there is an old witch god who is getting old and smelling bad. They are both descendants of the witch god. How shameless!"

"Those who blaspheme the witch ancestors will die."

Wu Guangqing maintained his usual indifference. With a little finger, a cluster of needle-shaped holy light quickly enlarged. In the blink of an eye, it was like a white cloud covering Wu Xuebi.

"laugh!"

A huge bloody fist blasted out from the ancient city.

Wu Xuelu, who held a drop of divine blood in her mouth and whose whole body was emitting a strange and evil light, dispersed the holy light and slashed towards Wu Guangqing's neck like a sharp bloody knife.

"You are not in the realm of false gods, and you are still not qualified to be my opponent if you use the blood of the ancestor of the witch to increase your strength."

The second crisp sound of an object breaking appeared in Wu Guangqing's hand.

Her whole body was glowing, and the twelve-winged holy angel floating behind her had a few more pairs of illusory wings. The sacred power she exuded was like an insurmountable mountain, suppressing the entire Blood Witch Ancestral City.

"This is our ancestral land!"

In this regard, Wu Xuelu had only one sentence.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood clouds in the sky blocked the light, and the blood rain from the sky was like a poisonous liquid. The surrounding witch army became chaotic, and many creatures looked frightened, fearing that they would be contaminated even a little bit. (End of chapter)