"Senior Weiyuan."
Yan Xing pondered for a moment, looked around and found that although everyone was shocked, they did not say anything, showing respect for Weiyuan and his supreme authority.
But Weiyuan's serious look was not a joke at all, he really wanted to push him to the position of Night Lord.
"After these days of getting along with each other, senior, you have gained some understanding of me. I am not very talented, and I hold many positions in the Nine Clans Alliance."
"I am not only a contemporary Saint Master of the Sun Never Sets Sanctuary, but also a member of the Supreme Council, a nominated member of the Yuanzu Council, and the Supreme Director of the Time Management Department. Although I am a pure blood, how can you be sure, senior, whether I have surrendered to the Nine Clans Alliance? "
"After all, thanks to your help, senior, no one has discovered my identity until now. I believe that as my strength becomes stronger, the status quo will continue until I reach the highest position in the league."
"Of course, the premise is that the seniors will not reveal my identity."
Yan Xing's tone was gloomy, not hiding his ambition at all. At the same time, he was very confused in his heart. Could it be that Weiyuan made such a major decision just because of the help.
Leave the future of the Night Club, the Holy Court, and even the entire pure-blood race to him. This is not a weight that can be compared to simple trust, or because of his talent and ability.
"Haha, Yan Xing, you are really powerful. You are young and promising. How long has it been since? You have reached the pinnacle of power in the alliance."
Weiyuan smiled broadly and looked relaxed, not caring at all about what Yan Xing said.
The others were speechless when they heard this. Is this something young and promising do? Now we are deciding the ownership of [Night Lord], boss!
"Yan Xing, wouldn't it be better for you to be in a high position in the Nine Tribes Alliance? It's best to go further. You and I can work together to bring order to the chaos, which is just around the corner!"
Weiyuan continued, even showing a look of impatience as he spoke.
Although [Night Lords] in previous generations have never talked about being undercover, things are different from the past, and the situation is forcing Night Lords to come out to "perform". For the time being, they have to condescend to contribute.
"Fine."
A trace of helplessness flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. This Weiyuan was indeed extraordinary. Without any words, he had already seen through his thoughts and attitude towards pure bloods.
"Night Lord, it sounds good, but if I become one, what will be the benefit?"
"Don't blame me for speaking harshly. The current situation of the Night Club is not good. Taking over this hot potato is equivalent to standing on the opposite side of the entire world. Whether it is the Ten Thousand Tribes or the Nine Tribes Alliance, all spearheads will be pointed at the Night Club. The person with the title of Lord.”
Yan Xing is very sensible and has not been intimidated by the huge name of Night Lord. Times have changed. In the past, this throne that everyone was eager to sit on now has few people who dare to sit on it, unless they think that their life is too long.
Weiyuan was shocked when he heard the words. He was not angry at all because of Yan Xing's words. Seeing that the other party showed signs of relenting, he felt happy in his heart.
Don’t you just want benefits? Human nature.
Night party, yes!
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Night Club has been destroyed, some hidden heritage is still there. It is impossible for them to find it unless the jackals, tigers and leopards dig it out.
"Yan Xing, you will choose to accept the position of Night Lord. I will take you to a place to take a look."
As soon as these words came out, the members of the night scene realized something, and their expressions changed slightly, but they remained silent out of respect for Weiyuan.
"Fellow Taoists in the Holy Court, could you please send us somewhere?"
Weiyuan turned to look at the man in black robes beside him. As he spoke, he waved his hand to type out the coordinates.
The transparent man in black robe who was standing aside suddenly paused when he heard this and looked at the coordinates in the void. They all knew this place, but...
"Lord Weiyuan, I'm very sorry. With our capabilities, we are currently unable to activate the "Distant Utopia" again for positioning transmission. We still need to wait for three days."
The man in black robe looked a little embarrassed. Utopia was indeed powerful and unpredictable, but it also had many restrictions. Not long ago, he had already used up the opportunity to use it in order to save Mengli.
"Let me do it."
Yan Xingdan spoke, very curious about the place Weiyuan mentioned. It only took three days. Although it was very short, he didn't want to wait any longer.
After saying that, he stretched out his arm, and the members of the night quickly reached out and grabbed it. This was not the first time, and their movements were extremely skillful.
Then your terrifyingly powerful jump ability, doesn’t it have any conditions or buffer time for its use?
A strange color flashed in Weiyuan's eyes, and he deduced a surprising possibility from Yan Xing's casual behavior. At least, it can be determined that the cost of using this ability is far less than the trivial three days of waiting.
"Fellow Taoists in the Holy Court, why don't you come together?" Weiyuan said to the man in black robe.
He knew very well that the reconstruction of the Night Society was inseparable from the hidden power of the Holy Court. After all, they had been out of touch with the times for too long. Although he is strong, his knowledge is stagnant in the Spark Age. If he goes against the entire world in this state, he will suffer a big loss.
Therefore, Weiyuan specially invited Shengting to go with him to witness the birth of [Night Lord], to prepare for future friendly relations, and to establish authority for Yan Xing in disguise. After all, he was too young and slightly lacking in strength.
Weiyuan's good intentions are evident.
"Ah? Okay! Okay!"
The men in black robes were inexplicably surprised when they heard this. They witnessed the birth of the Night Lord. When the Night Club was at its peak, the previous Holy Courts did not have such treatment. They were the first to start an organization, and they felt very honored.
Six men in black robes put their palms on Yan Xing's body. The remaining beings possessed by the statue, although their eyes were hot, were helpless. They could not enter Utopia for the time being, still because of the cumbersome usage restrictions.
"Are we going to set off like this?"
A man in black robes woke up from the surprise, looked at Yan Xing and asked, with a strange look on his face.
Are you going to use that magical leaping technique?
However, this is a "distant utopia"!
"if not?"
Yan Xing glanced at the other party inexplicably. What else could he do if he didn't just set off? Do you want him to go around the car?
Before he finished speaking, the silvery white light emerged, without causing any ripples or escaping any aura fluctuations. Without any sound, everyone disappeared into Utopia in an instant.
When the four stone statues saw this, their facial features surged. Although Mohu's rough face could not express many emotions, the shock in his heart was silent.
"Yan Xiaoyou, you are getting more and more difficult to see through. I didn't expect that you are still a pure-blood human."
"In this case, it makes sense why your consciousness clone [the first generation of Yama] would secretly fund the Holy Court..."
A stone statue spoke slowly, with a long tone, and the voice echoed endlessly in the small space.
"Three, you and this Yan Xing seem to be very familiar?"
"Haha, average, average."
[3] After hearing this, he just smiled and said nothing more, and the stone statue fell into silence.
These guys are all cunning and clever. If they say a few more words, their true identities may be deduced.
This has always been the rule of the Holy Court. Apart from yourself, your true identity cannot be revealed to anyone.
…
The Hell of the End is a huge realm filled with ultimate destruction and endless death, spanning tens of thousands of light years.
Everywhere you look, you can see cracks in time and space that will never heal. The earth is melted by the fire, and the hot lava reaches the center of the earth. Pieces of blackened land fragments containing a terrifying atmosphere are suspended above the magma sea.
Although it is a fragment of the earth, it is as small as a star, with a diameter of more than a million kilometers, and a huge one that spreads hundreds of millions of kilometers.
Because these fragments were contaminated with the blood of strong men, they were either covered by killing arrays, or fragments of the mighty divine weapons were buried deep inside them. Covered in terrifying aura, even hundreds of millions of high-temperature lava fires could not melt them.
Ding Ling clang——
The strong wind roared, blowing the rune chains that covered the world. Looking down from an infinite height, the dense chains were intertwined with each other, forming an extremely huge skynet, covering the Hell of the End spanning tens of thousands of light years. .
Every distance of more than a hundred light years, at the intersection of the chains, stands a spherical fortress with a diameter of one million kilometers, with gods and demons sitting on it, and various cutting-edge world-destroying weapons ready to go.
In this absolutely dead place, with so many troops deployed, I don’t know who they are guarding against, and what they are worried about?
Far away from the boundary of the Hell of the End, hundreds of thousands of light years deep into the fog, it is still a ruin after being ravaged by madness. The aura of destruction lingers, and various destructive anomalies can be seen everywhere. Even non-living bodies do not want to get close to this place, so that The Hell of the End doesn't even have a border barrier, and the battlefield ruins are the best barrier.
The mist rippled, silvery white light flashed by, and a group of fourteen figures appeared out of thin air, silently. Although none of them showed any aura fluctuations, those with distinctive personal characteristics could tell at a glance that these people were extraordinary.
"Hundreds of billions of years have passed, and they have actually achieved this level. Is it hatred? Or is it fear?"
Weiyuan's tone was solemn, and the other Yemu members also had cold faces. Anyone who saw their homeland being treated like this would probably not be in a better mood.
They even felt a bit of pain. It was evident from the ruins of the battlefield how tragic the original battle was. And they, as the top combat power of the Night Veil Society and the pure-blooded patron saints, were actually absent because they were exploring the ruins.
Perhaps, if they had been present, the outcome would have changed?
"The matter has come to an end. It's useless to think about it. Let's go."
After a moment of silence, Weiyuan took the lead and walked towards the Prison of the End. He anticipated this situation, so he deliberately deviated from the coordinates so as not to jump directly and appear in Skynet. Before he started taking action, he attracted the attention of the defenders. Notice.
Although these guardians are not as powerful as gods and demons, and those world-destroying weapons cannot threaten the true immortals, but behind them are the Nine Tribes Alliance and Ten Thousand Tribes Tribes, the most powerful organizations in the world.
That's right, in the area of the Prison of the End, the two parties who were fighting fiercely in the outside world actually got along well with each other here, and their swords were aligned with the outside world.
After all, in the war that destroyed pure-blood rule in the Spark Era, everyone had a share in these forces.
"Huh? The prison's guarding power has actually increased so much!"
A man in black robes asked a question. His eyes flickered, and he used his magical powers to see many secret whistles hidden in the skynet. He even sensed two faint wisps of true immortal aura.
"It's normal. The adults in the night escape from trouble and come to the world again. There is a high chance that they will come back here. They will naturally increase their defense strength."
The men in black robes in the Holy Court all have another identity on the light side. With their true immortal cultivation, they must be in high positions and know the thoughts and decisions of the top leaders of the alliance and tribe.
"Fellow Taoists, do you have a way to enter this formation?"
Outside the boundary of the Prison of the End, Weiyuan and others watched intently. After a moment, they determined the power of the chain sky net. This was definitely not the hand of an ordinary true immortal, but a true formation of the highest quality.
Coupled with the endless years, generations of powerful players continued to support and supplement the formation. Today, it has grown into an extremely terrifying thing.
Not only did they want to sneak in quietly, but they also attacked hard at the same time. It would be impossible to open a gap in three days and three nights.
Upon hearing the inquiry, the men in black robes looked at each other with a hint of embarrassment in their eyes.
"Lord Weiyuan, you don't know something. The forces responsible for guarding the Prison of the End are one hundred and hundreds families that have multiplied since the Spark Era. They come from different ethnic groups."
"Each generation, whether it is reproduction or life, has been settled in the prison of the end. No outsiders will be accepted, and a perfect closed loop has been formed."
"Until the Dark Ages, after the war between the Nine Tribes Alliance and the Ten Thousand Tribes Tribes, they used a strong stance to establish contact with the organizations in the Prison of the End. However, they were still very closed-off, with only one special department in charge. Personnel exchanges and material support had to be After heavy scrutiny.”
"Our Holy Court once sent a god and demon. After his death, he was reincarnated into the Hell of the End through special channels. Unfortunately, the contact was cut off not long after, and his life and death are unknown."
After saying that, the men in black robes all fell into silence, looking at the chain curtain in front of them that blocked the sky and the sun, and they were all a little embarrassed.
Having said this, everyone also understood that the Holy Court really had no choice but to rely on themselves.
The Night Club didn't know the situation of the Prison of the End at the beginning. The men in black robes thought they had a "secret passage" to enter it. They didn't expect it to be like this, and it ended before it even started.
The act of sealing the Prison of the End is undoubtedly a bottomless pit, which requires a lot of manpower and material resources to be invested, just to wait and see, or to prevent the remnants of the night from sneaking in.
For more than 400 billion years, this seemingly meaningless persistence finally worked today, blocking Weiyuan and others from their homes.
"Yan Xing, can your leap ability allow you to enter it?"
Weiyuan said this once, and everyone's eyes sparkled, looking at Yan Xing expectantly.
yes! This guy just jumped away from the "distant Utopia". With the same ability, isn't it possible to silently evade the "Prison Lock Sky"?
"I'm afraid not, look!"
Yan Xing shook his head and raised his hand. In the prison of the end, there are endless cracks in time and space. They are haunted by the aura of terror. They will remain in this state forever and cannot be healed.
"These space-time cracks distort space and time, and they are constantly changing and swimming randomly. Although I can jump into them, I cannot guarantee the safety of the landing point. While jumping, we have no perception of the outside world."
"There is a 50% chance that it will fall directly on the formation warning node, thus exposing its whereabouts."
Everyone couldn't hide their disappointment when they heard this. They couldn't even use the magical punishment. It seemed that there was really no other way.
"but……"
Yan Xing hesitated to speak, not because he was in a bad mood, but because he was thinking about the feasibility of it.
"But what? If you have any difficulties, just mention it and we will satisfy you!" Xiaoxiao Hongchen looked excited and confident. She didn't want to see Senior Brother Weiyuan look disappointed.
"That was not what I meant."
Yan Xing was speechless. This woman was prejudiced against him. She actually thought he wanted to take advantage of him.
"I can just walk in like this..."
As he spoke, Yan Xing took a step forward and entered the formation. He passed through the sky barrier without any sound, and at the same time his body actually disappeared.
Absolute freedom can ignore all formation prohibition barriers, but it is limited to restricting his freedom, but cannot avoid the formation's perception and warning of breath.
The virtual state can achieve the above two points at the same time.
Seeing Yan Xing easily cross the sky barrier, everyone's eyes widened. They were sure that there was no silvery light emerging just now. It was not a leap, but another equally weird and terrifying ability.
"Senior Weiyuan, I can avoid and ignore this formation, but I cannot take you with me."
Yan Xing opened and closed his mouth softly, conveying the meaning through lip language.
"You can tell me the location of that place, and after I find it, I will find a way to pick you up."
"Avoid the formation's perception as much as possible."
"If your whereabouts are exposed, I can take you to jump away before the true immortals of the alliance and tribe arrive. At least I can ensure that no one's life is in danger."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Xing had already walked out of the Prison of the End, regained his physical form, and stood in front of everyone with a calm expression.
"good!
"
Weiyuan nodded when he heard the words, and without hesitation he raised his hand and shot a ball of information light into Yan Xing's mind.
He is ready to hand over the position of [Night Lord] to Yan Xing, what else can he not trust? All the rest are just clouds.
