God of Life and Death

That's right, it's hovering.

Because Nangong Teng no longer has the strength to cut off the blade.

Behind Nangong Teng, the Destruction Guard clone had quietly arrived. He held a short dagger in his hand and cut Nangong Teng's back in half.

Very much like an executioner.

"So much nonsense!"

Fang Yue's clone of the Destruction Guard killed Nangong Teng, and blood rained from the sky.

The saint has fallen, and the whole world is sad!

This is not the first blood rain today, but it is destined not to be the last!

The magic power of the paper talisman was exhausted, and it turned into ashes and was annihilated in the vast sea of ​​thunder.

Fang Yue stepped on Nangong Teng's body and looked at Nalan Hongchen.

"Fang Yue, you!"

Nalan Hongchen couldn't help being shocked and angry. He had spent so much effort, but now even his character had collapsed. Nangong Teng was killed without even using a single move!

"What am I? Thank you Lord Nalan for diverting most of Nangong Teng's attention so that I can take advantage of him. Otherwise, how can a strong man in the saint realm be so easily approached!"

Fang Yue chuckled and looked at Nalan Hongchen.

All the credit for this must still be placed on Nalan Hongchen.

Nalan Hongchen naturally understood what Fang Yue meant.

He was using the topic to belittle the majesty of Nalan Hongchen.

Nalan Hongchen was speechless. He knew that he had indeed done something wrong.

He was too anxious. In fact, even if he didn't use Nangong Teng's excuse, he would fight Fang Yue with all his strength for his own protection.

His own threat made Nangong Teng confused and unprepared for a moment, so he was assassinated by Fang Yue's Destruction Guard clone.

The pouring rain of blood poured over Nalan Hongchen's body. He allowed the smelly blood to slowly flow down his cheeks without using any means to protect him!

This is teaching himself a lesson.

Leave a lasting memory.

His impatience caused the Nalan family to bury a guest minister in the saint realm, and his death was worthless and meaningless.

No, it’s not meaningless!

Beside Fang Yue, the Destruction Guard clone suddenly broke through!

His realm has risen again, reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Earth Realm!

He was only half a step away from reaching the level of a saint.

And Nalan Hongchen understood that Fang Yue had killed two saints in a row, and the body of the clone that destroyed the guard had accumulated enough power.

What he is waiting for is the moment when his realm is stable and he turns from his cocoon into a butterfly!

Thunder tribulation roared and lightning crossed the sky.

The afterglow of thunder illuminated Fang Yue's cheek.

In the pouring rain of blood, Fang Yue's indifferent face was somewhat familiar, but also very strange!

All this was done by Fang Yue, and he was the initial beneficiary of this war!

"Lord Nalan Hongchen has ordered that no one from the Nalan family can retreat even half an inch!"

"Ah! This calamity is so powerful, I can't bear it anymore..."

"Nalan Hongchen, you are the eternal sinner of the Nalan family..."

Roaring, cursing, hoarse.

However, Nalan Hongchen was unmoved.

This is the price of losing his bet.

Now, there is no saint under his command who is willing to take action for him, risking his life and stepping into the endless calamity to kill Fang Yue.

Nangong Teng is a lesson learned from the past. A terrible enemy, a cold master.

These are the reasons why they are disheartened and alienated.

As for the disciples and elders of the Nalan family, they were all reduced to ashes under the thunder.

Almost tens of thousands of people died.

If they were to flee in all directions, Fang Yue would never be able to pursue them by himself.

However, Nalan Hongchen had made a promise before. As long as Fang Yue dared to go deep into the Nalan family's camp, the disciples of the Nalan family would never retreat even a little bit!

This is a cocoon made by Nalan Hongchen himself, but it is bound by many disciples of the Nalan family!

"This Fang Yue is probably the Son of God of the Temple of Life. Otherwise, how could he possibly achieve this in the early stage of the Reincarnation Realm!" Yuan Qing became more and more certain about the identity of Fang Yue's Son of God of the Temple of Life. Fang Yue's realm is too low, and his methods are seriously inconsistent with his realm.

This is no longer a matter of genius committing crimes, but Fang Yue's appearance has completely broken their common sense and concepts.

At the level of the Reincarnation Realm, he has already killed two Saint Realm beings, and he killed two people in a row in one day. There is absolutely no element of opportunism.

Now in the hearts of many big guys, Fang Yue has been completely included in the saint realm's combat power level.

In their eyes, all levels of cultivation in the Reincarnation Realm are just disguises.

The thunder around Fang Yue was quickly annihilated, and the sky street would eventually be exhausted.

The calamity clouds in the sky dispersed, and wisps of sunlight fell through the clouds.

Nalan Hongchen's eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and wisps of golden light shone down.

That's it!

Nalan Hongchen has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The clouds of calamity have dispersed and Fang Yue has just completed the calamity. This moment is when he is the strongest and also the weakest.

The prosperity is better than the decline, but the prosperity is better than the decline.

Dozens of leader-level assassins from the Nalan family who had been dormant around Fang Yue all took action at the same time, and wisps of murderous sword light forced towards Fang Yue. All locations were sealed, and Fang Yue had nowhere to escape.

"Fang Yue, you are dead this time. I have arranged for thirty-six elders of the Nalan family to take a drop of medium divine power. The divine power in their bodies will burn at the same time, and they can burst into flames no less than The combat power of the Saint Realm level. When combined, they form the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Formation. Even a strong man at the seventh or eighth level of the Saint Realm will be unable to fly when encountering this formation."

Nalan Hongchen finally made up his mind.

This is a carefully planned backhand.

He has never appeared in front of others in the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Formation, just to kill with one strike and cut off a saint to establish his authority.

Now, the saint has not met his opponents.

Instead, it was used on Fang Yue, but Nalan Hongchen didn't feel disadvantaged at all.

Because if Fang Yue is allowed to grow up smoothly, the disaster he will cause may be more terrifying than that of an ordinary saint.

This was a killing move that he carefully prepared, striving to kill with one strike.

Fang Yue stood in the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Formation, looking at Nalan Hongchen with a half-smile.

"Master Nalan, you really value me enough to keep arranging such people for me."

Nalan Hongchen saw Fang Yue's smile, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he felt.

Because every time he saw Fang Yue's smile like this, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness and uneasiness in his heart.

It seemed that he had missed something again and fell into Fang Yue's trap.

"Fang Yue, don't bluff, you are doomed this time, you are definitely dead!"

Nalan Hongchen encouraged himself. The more he spoke, the more guilty he became.

Every time he was so determined, he would definitely get a slap in the face from Fang Yue.

"Thirty-six drops of medium-level divine power! Tsk tsk, this Nalan family is indeed a big family, with a big family and a big business, which is enviable!"

While speaking, Fang Yue had already begun to try to break through. He squeezed the seal with his hand, and the newly clear sky changed into a bright starry sky.

Diamond-like stars shine dazzlingly under the dark blue curtain.

"Under the starry sky, everything is a prison for you and me! This world is a prison, and all the worlds are prisons!"

Fang Yue's spell was extremely weird, and when he chanted it, it caused the stars to fall from the sky.

A piece of parchment fluttered out of Fang Yue's storage bag.

The words "Ancient Ruins 2" were written clearly on the front of this piece of parchment.

The atmosphere of antiquity, simplicity, and vicissitudes of life exudes from the parchment.

Any spiritual thought that comes into contact with it will make you feel as if you are in the vast ocean of time and space.

Thousands of years of spring and autumn are just a blink of an eye, and the vicissitudes of life are just a narration of a breath.

"This is Lord Ulla's breath!"

In the First City of Tianlu, Ma Qi paid homage and his figure froze, as if he had met that legendary existence again after hundreds of millions of years!

"Master Ulla's method of staying! This is his authentic work!"

An awkward smile appeared for the first time on Anzun Rob's indifferent face.

The sky is full of stars, instilled on the parchment.

The parchment turned into a desolate back.

In the hazy back and endless chaos, no one can see through his outline.

The strands of hair are fluttering in the wind, as if they were created by nature, and are extremely smooth, giving people an indescribable sense of beauty.

Thirty-six powerful men at the Nalan family leader level were silent behind that figure.

It's not that they want to rebel, but that figure from the back seems to have a supreme majesty that makes people have to surrender.

boom! With a bang, the bodies of the thirty-six Nalan family masters, who were at the pinnacle of the leader level, exploded and turned into clouds of blood mist.

The blood mist floated around and was absorbed by the arrogant back, leaving no trace at all.

"Jieye! Life!"

From his back, he sighed four elusive words.

The next moment, Nalan Hongchen's eyes were bloodshot.

These thirty-six leader-level experts were carefully prepared by him, and Nalan Hongchen put countless efforts into them.

I thought that with their hands, I could kill at least a few saints.

Unexpectedly, they didn't even have a chance to take action before they were all killed by this inexplicable figure.

Nalan Hongchen felt extremely aggrieved. This aggrievedness could no longer be suppressed at this moment.

"Ula, I know that you once left a great reputation and invincible orthodoxy in this first city on the road to heaven, but your era has completely passed! Now that the universe has arrived, this first city on the road to heaven will inevitably To fall into their arms is destiny and fortune! For countless years, your true self has turned into ashes. Since you are dead, why bother to interfere with the reincarnation of future generations! Don't think that relying on a piece of parchment , with a ray of spiritual thought, you can pretend to be gods and ghosts, shocking an era! You killed the thirty-six elders of my Nalan family, and I will make you pay for it with blood!"

Nalan Hongchen was absolutely crazy, he roared at Wula's back.

"Nalan Hongchen, you are so rude! Who are you, how dare you yell at Master Wula like this!"

March followed Ula throughout his life and fought in all directions. In Ma Qi's eyes and heart, Lord Ula is a supreme god!