The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1374 - 527: The Strongest Crown Rank in History

The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 1374 - 527: The Strongest Crown Rank in History

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Chapter 1374: Chapter 527: The Strongest Crown Rank in History

"One Crown and Five Gods??"

The Ghost Lamp Abyss boiled over, while the Long Night Corridor fell into an eerie calm, as if a storm were coming.

The one breaking the silence was the Spicy Goddess.

Among the human crown ranks, She, more than the Fond Spirit God, could deeply understand the weight behind this term.

Blood Covenant, awakening at the 1st rank, job change at the 4th rank, job change at the 7th rank, ultimate ascension at the 10th rank — a crown bearer can have a maximum of five contracts.

The renowned strong in history usually had the configuration of One Crown and Two Gods.

This person having One Crown and Three Gods was already shocking beyond measure.

One Crown and Five Gods, isn’t that surpassing the Inferior Earth Emperor who fell into the evil path?!

"A monster."

The Spicy Demon Emperor clicked his tongue, the powder of Devil’s Pepper mixed with blood froth dripping down:

"Is this person really a member of the Ming Lamp Night Clan?"

"We voluntarily gathered here to guard the passage, unaware that in the eyes of the Ghost Lamp, it’s somewhat embarrassing?"

"Nonsense!"

The Goose Immortal heard this, responding dominantly while chasing down the Ancient Elf Deity:

"All the wind and clouds gather at the Ghost Lamp, with all gods witnessing, the plan of the Fallen to overturn all life has completely collapsed, isn’t it magnificent?!"

"Indeed~"

GuaGua stared at the Rotten Leg, making its leg hair tremble, his smile lively and radiant:

"Without the seniors’ stern defense, the All Heavens would’ve been doomed long ago!"

"Now, the Big Tadpole has arrived, merely to wrap up this disaster as soon as possible. Even if there’s merit, it must be shared half and half with the seniors!"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

The Mad Flea God was furious:

"Just because you have two more True Gods, you think you can beat us?"

"Even if you add up to ten at most, we can easily gather twenty, with more Fallen Gods on the way!"

"Moreover, this place has already been targeted by the Great King, the pollution is a thousand times more than in ordinary regions. Even with the damned ’Pure,’ you won’t stir up any waves. You’d better wait for death quietly!"

"Yikes! You talk as much as the Big Mirror!"

"The books say villains die from talking too much, you are quite the standard reference!"

GuaGua tilted his head, urging:

"Big Tadpole, don’t play with them!"

"To prove our way to Divine Enthronement, we haven’t had a serious group battle yet!"

"This is the best battlefield and the best arena. Defeating all evil gods and becoming invincible — we must have this title!"

"Kill."

Ye Hanjun spoke coldly, uttering one chilling word.

Immediately, his demeanor changed drastically.

Ten shadows gathered at his feet, spreading out like petals.

As they swayed and squirmed, just a glance could petrify the observer, their soul lost.

Another second, a path of white bones unfolded, spreading out in all directions.

The scattered corpses, some still bleeding as if the flesh had just been taken, some nearly weathered, crumbling at a touch.

Their death conditions were horrifying, amassed in tens, hundreds, thousands, and eventually over a hundred thousand, layer upon layer, forming a White Bone Purgatory.

The transformation did not stop there.

Behind Ye Hanjun appeared a Black Abyss, as high as the sky.

The dense ink-black mist, swirling like a demon, emitted an inviting allure from the darkness, beckoning one to enter.

Then, despite Ye Hanjun not moving his feet at all.

In the space of the four corners of the world, ripples spread out, and 108 hells unfolded around him.

Each of these hells was a bottomless pit; gazing into them felt like it could directly suck one’s soul away.

In an instant, millions of troops emerged from the hells.

Yin Soldiers, Demon Generals, Ghost Generals... previously parts of his Ability, now integrated into the Law-Figure-World.

They were endless, in the blink of an eye filling the open space of the Long Night Corridor.

Among them, the Jester Emperor, the Miemeng Divine Bird, the Butcher Arm... even the just-fallen Mirror God appeared in shadow form, like zombies, exuding unparalleled arrogance and prominence.

"..."

The Hundred-Refined Phoenix Queen, the Ginseng Marshal, the Titan Giant God, the Moon God... fell into even longer silence.

In the Fallen camp, the most clamorous Mad Flea God had his eyes bulging out.

How does it feel... that compared to them, the Three Evil Gods... this human crown rank is even more sinister?

Being able to control even dead evil gods, is this an ability humans should have?

Although, those shadows couldn’t possibly exhibit their full power from when they were alive.

But even if they retained one or two-tenths, could the evil gods here truly disregard them?

"Crown Rank, Diyan."

"By the Emperor’s Blood, be blessed!"

Ye Hanjun raised his right arm, four flashes of blade light cutting open his flesh.

Four strands of deep black divine blood, half burning, half boiling, drilled into the foreheads of his four contractual partners one by one.

"Woohoo! I, GuaGua, am also a Great Yama now!"

GuaGua was very excited. Originally having the majesty of a lion and the victorious appearance of a Buddha, with the addition of Diyan’s blessing, his sacred aura subtly changed.

On his kasaya, blood slowly started to spread.

The holy water surrounding him also suddenly attached a wisp of black death energy, forming even more contradictory, more bizarre principle particles.

"Fatian Xiangdi, Heavenly Frog Ancestor!"

GuaGua shouted, imitating the Big Iron Goose’s pretentious style, reporting the name of the skill.

As expected, it was useless; the evil gods didn’t care about the name at all.

But GuaGua’s aura was too wild. The Buddha Frog Law-Figure soared into the clouds, immeasurably dignified, reflecting numerous gods and Buddhas in the space.

They chanted Sanskrit, shaking the All Heavens.

A sweep of the compassionate gaze, like on the Rotten Leg, instantly broke more than half of the countless leg hairs growing on its surface.

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