God of Life and Death

Although Fang Yue has some tricks, he is still somewhat powerless in the face of absolute state suppression.

"Is it?"

Fang Yue also smiled coldly. The thousands of arrows fired together were just an introduction.

The real trump card is still waiting for the witch cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path.

"confusion!"

Fang Yue performed another witchcraft that few people have seen.

The evil ghost was struck and immediately stopped in mid-air.

Their bodies are no longer controlled by the hungry ghost shaman cultivators, but have fallen into a state of chaos.

The shaman cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path felt a thump in his heart, secretly thinking that it was not good.

Fang Yue had already taken action again, pointing at the witch cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path, and said softly: "Attract!"

In an instant, dozens of evil ghosts rushed towards the witch cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path.

Each one of them had ferocious faces, eager to skin and dig out the bones of the witch cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Realm, as if they had different kinds of hatred!

"Ah! You can't do this. You are all summoned by me from the underworld. I am your master. You must obey my words and will!"

The witch cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Realm roared hysterically, but his voice had no impact at all on those evil spirits that had become extremely vicious.

The sharp ghost claws and sharp teeth have all become weapons of killing.

The shaman cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path fought hand to hand, but was defeated by the many evil ghosts he summoned and was eventually torn into pieces alive.

"It's such a pity! The corpse is not complete, and it has no value for sacrifice! Next time, I should be more gentle."

The shaman cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path died, and many of the evil ghosts he summoned also disappeared and returned to the underworld.

Fang Yue stepped on the fragments of the corpse of the Hungry Ghost Taoist sorcerer, looked at the blood and corpses all over the ground, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Fang Yue's face was harmless, showing no signs of cruelty or violence. However, his strange methods and the bloody scenes left after the battle made all the bystanders around him shudder!

The storage bag left by the shaman cultivator of the Hungry Ghost Path should naturally become Fang Yue's trophy.

Fang Yue rubbed the storage bag and whispered to himself: "Who still wants my inheritance?"

For a moment, the surroundings were silent, and no one dared to stand out.

For practitioners at the heaven and earth level, it is very embarrassing to condescend to deal with a junior witch cultivator who is just on the second small step of the Yiding realm, and Fang Yue does not have much in him that is worthy of being coveted by the powerful at the heaven and earth level. thing.

As for practitioners at the innate realm, they are ready to move.

But even if they take action, they may not be Fang Yue's opponent.

Whether it is Tianwuhou or the buddy from the Hungry Ghost Path just now, they are both typical lessons learned from the past.

"It seems that no one wants my treasures and inheritance! Then I will continue to obtain my inheritance and dig out my treasures!"

Fang Yue once again stepped into the vast tomb.

The tombstones of these large tombs suddenly look like forests.

But this time, Fang Yue walked among them, but it did not resonate with more tombstones.

Fang Yue has received more than ten inheritances, and other great witches are no longer willing to choose him.

Fang Yue walked among the tombstones for a long time, but there was no big tomb that resonated with him.

Some of the people watching couldn't help but chuckle: "Fang Yue, you can't be greedy. It's a rare blessing to get the inheritance of a big tomb! It's impossible for all this good thing to belong to your family. You should be accommodating. Just accept it!"

"Yes, Fang Yue! Your luck has run out, and you have obtained the inheritance of more than ten large tombs. You should be content and find a place where no one is around to refine it safely. Your harvest may allow you to reach the peak in a short time. Entering the level of heaven and earth! This is already an unimaginable gain for you. Being greedy for more will only make you lose everything!"

The voices of dissuasion continued to fall.

Fang Yue bared his teeth and smiled.

He looked back at the onlookers, couldn't help but clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your kind reminder. Since none of these tombstones choose me again, I'm relieved!"

When Fang Yue said these words, many people's hearts suddenly lurched.

What do Fang Yue's words mean?

Why would he feel relieved if there was no tombstone to choose him again?

Everyone's doubts have not yet been completely resolved.

Fang Yue had already taken action brazenly again.

He suddenly smashed down towards the outermost tombstone of the Yiding Great Witch.

With a bang, the tombstone collapsed and shattered in all directions.

"this is okay too?"

Someone swallowed involuntarily.

There was a thud, as if a heart suddenly dropped.

Under the tombstone, the remnant soul of a great witch with an angry face emerged and roared angrily at Fang Yue: "Junior, what do you want to do?"

"Living sacrifice!"

Fang Yue showed his red mouth and white teeth, and his smile was full of brilliance.

The Wuding tripod fell, revealing the dark mouth of the tripod.

An irresistible suction force suddenly surged, and the great witch was directly included in it.

The remnant soul of the great witch was sacrificed alive and turned into a gray light that spread into the endless depths of time.

There was no response to the sacrifice this time. But Fang Yue clearly sensed the origin of the great witch's remnant soul, which gave the body of the Fang family ancestors in the endless years a negligible replenishment!

The treasures under the tomb are exposed.

Fang Yue copied it out with one hand and put it away!

Just like that, a place of inheritance disappeared, and even the wealth in it was taken away alive by Fang Yue like a little bandit.

Savage, rough, and unscrupulous!

The same words appeared in people's minds involuntarily.

With this ferocious look, does he not take the Tianwu Tomb into his eyes at all?

"So, this is okay?!"

Next to him, there was a physical cultivator at the ninth level of the Xiantian Realm who was about to move. If he couldn't get the inheritance, he would be intercepted by force.

He imitated Fang Yue and punched the tombstone of the great witch Yiding beside him.

The shadow of the fist fell.

With a bang, the ninth-level Xiantian realm body cultivator was thrown away alive.

Half of his arm was almost shattered by the backlash, but the tombstone was unscathed.

"idiot!"

An elder of the man who made the move covered his face.

Using force to defeat skill requires absolute strength as support.

Not everyone who wants to do it can do it.

"I'll try it too!"

Another cultivator was unwilling to stand up. This man was already standing on the fifth small step of the heaven and earth realm. The tombstone he chose was also the tombstone of the Yiding Great Witch.

He summoned a stone tower and gently held it with his palm.

The stone tower floated in the air and suddenly enlarged, from the size of a baby's fist to a real tower in the blink of an eye.

The stone tower shook down towards the tombstone.

The tombstone was motionless.

And deep in the target, a beam of purple lightning quickly fell down.

The electric light chopped down.

The cultivators at that level didn't even have time to react before they turned into a cold body with their heads in different places.

Blood spurted out from his neck like a fountain.

"good chance!"

Fang Yue's eyes glowed with faint green light.

He seemed to be a dexterous ape, weaving through the crowd and appearing next to the cultivator at the heaven and earth level whose body and head were in a different place.

"Sacrifice!"

This cultivator at the heaven and earth level has just died, but the vitality in his body is still surging, and his soul has never left his body. This is the best sacrifice.

Wu Ding sucked this guy's soul into it, and his movements were clean and neat.

The witch cauldron is refined and the sacrifice begins.

Sanskrit sounds were sung one after another.

The souls and bodies of the cultivators of that day's realm were all transformed into the purest source of power, and were driven into the depths of the endless river of time.

This sacrifice still comes without any feedback.

It was as if the ancestors of the Fang family fell silent in unison.

But Fang Yue could vaguely feel that his ancestors had obtained this origin to restore their strength and continue fighting.

The depths of the endless river of time.

In an ancient world that has been cut off.

The entire world has evolved into a land of chaos and destruction.

The heaven and earth have been bombarded to pieces, and the remaining soldiers are floating in the void with short halberds.

Broken limbs and arms rose and fell in the chaos.

A figure was towering, like an insurmountable mountain. His eyes were closed tightly, his lips were chapped, and his skin was as dry and hard as walnut skin.

"Fang Han, you better surrender! Under my purgatory chaos formation that destroys the demons, even the world has been refined and destroyed! How long can you persist with your own perseverance and soul?"

Another equally majestic figure was suspended high in the sky. He was looking down at Fang Han, completely showing the attitude of a superior victor.

However, he did not dare to approach Fang Han, and the trace of fear in his eyes betrayed his true inner emotions.

Even though Fang Han was at the end of his strength, he still didn't dare to approach easily.

He was worried that Fang Han's dying counterattack would drag him into the bottomless abyss.

Fang Han still closed his eyes and remained indifferent to the man's persuasion.

Surrounded by thirty million warriors who destroyed the demon clan, they all chanted.

Even the weakest of these demon-destroying warriors is a strong man in the saint realm from the outside world.

The dark black inscriptions that were born from the chanting were about the size of an adult's palm. Hundreds of millions of inscriptions enveloped Fang Han's body. It is constantly eroding and refining him.

Occasionally, Fang Han's body trembled slightly, and the pieces of inscriptions collapsed.

Large tracts of warriors who destroyed the demon clan encountered backlash, their bodies exploded, they died in blood mist, and their souls were scattered.

Behind them, groups of demon-destroying warriors filled the positions of the slain ones.

If the two sides confront each other like this, it will be a lose-lose outcome for both sides.

The leader of the Demon Clan of Destruction who had previously persuaded him to surrender was also trembling.

If they wanted to kill Fang Han, they would have to pay an extremely heavy price.

However, Fang Han was never replenished, while their demon-destroying warriors were endless.

Relying on the power of the water mill, Fang Han will definitely be wiped out in the end.

Those who stop them from destroying the demon clan will eventually fall and become their stepping stones.

A series of insignificant power of origin descended from somewhere.

Originally, Fang Han had fallen silent, and a faint hope suddenly appeared in his desperate heart.

He could feel that one of his extremely weak descendants was constantly instilling strength into him through sacrifices.

Although this power is so small that it can almost be ignored.

However, the original power tempered through sacrifices can replenish the consumption of his body.

"My juniors are still persisting! I have no reason to give up!"

The flame of hope rekindled in Fang Han's heart.

As long as the blood of the Fang family remains immortal, these abominable demons of destruction will not be allowed to set foot on the territory of Wanjie!