God of Life and Death

Only witch cultivators with a level below Erding can violently break through the tomb of the Erding witch cultivator.

If he reaches the level of the Second Cauldron Realm, he will face extremely strong backlash if he breaks through the tomb again.

Each of the Erding shaman cultivator's tombs is imprinted with a different inheritance. Each inheritance is the most essential part of the life trajectory left by an amazingly talented tomb.

Learn from the strengths of many schools, merge them into one, and cultivate your own way. This was the direction of Fang Yue's path to shamanism. He felt the urgent call of his ancestors in the depths of time and space. He knew that on this path of witchcraft, there was no time to accumulate bit by bit and use the long years to verify his ideas and principles.

"The seventy-eighth one!"

Fang Yue's fist fell, and the shadow of the world became more solid.

The light and shadow of different worlds rotated, and Fang Yue had already become perfect at breaking open the tomb.

The tomb is broken open and the treasure is in hand.

Another Shaman Soul emerged.

Before the shaman soul could speak, Fang Yue raised the shaman cauldron in his hand. The mouth of the shaman cauldron turned into a huge black hole, suddenly shrouding it, completely refining the afterimage of the shaman soul, and directly Living sacrifice.

Anyway, this Shaman Soul wouldn't recognize him, so Fang Yue felt that he didn't need to be recognized by this Shaman Soul afterimage.

The original essence of the Shaman Soul became a stream of light, returning to the chaos, replenishing the original consumption of the Fang family's ancestors.

"Fang Yue, stop!"

A young man dressed in white, with a handsome face, and a bloody sword at his waist, stepped on the void and floated over.

This young man has an ancient and obscure scent of a great witch.

Every step he took seemed to dissipate his reincarnation.

The young man had a pious face, put his palms together, and recited ancient scriptures.

Behind him, scriptures composed of pieces of golden text scrolled continuously. The surrounding heaven and earth resonated with the scriptures he recited.

"Tell me to stop? Who are you?"

While scolding, Fang Yue raised his fist and blasted towards the nearest tombstone.

The tombstone shattered, the rocks pierced through the air, and the afterimage of a shaman soul emerged, turning into a horrified face.

"don't want……"

Before the Shaman Soul could finish his words, Fang Yue habitually raised the Wuding Cauldron and placed it over the Shaman Soul's head.

The huge whirlpool rotates slowly, drawing the soul of the shaman into it for sacrifice and refining.

"Fang Yue, did you hear when I told you to stop!"

The young man in white had an angry look on his face and no longer looked as humble and kind as before. He roared loudly at Fang Yue, as if he wanted to tear Fang Yue into pieces and swallow him.

"Young man, where did you get such a big temper? Didn't I hear the words? Aren't I used to it?"

Fang Yue said with a playful smile.

He could feel an ancient, desolate aura from the young man in white.

He seemed to be integrated into this Tomb of the Great Witch.

Fang Yue vaguely guessed that the young man in white was the real owner of this opportunity and the heir to many great tombs.

As he spoke, Fang Yue punched again subconsciously, shattering another complete tomb.

The boy in white was so angry that his hair stood on end.

"Fang Yue, I think you did it on purpose!"

Fang Yue stopped his hand, but the tombstone had been broken into pieces, the shaman spirit emerged, and Fang Yue conveniently took away the treasure.

The Shaman Soul was not sacrificed alive under Fang Yue's restraint.

Shaman Soul looked at the young man in white, like a swallow returning to its nest, and approached the young man in white with joy on his face.

The expression of the boy in white became pious again, and the golden scriptures behind his clasped palms shrouded the remnant soul of the great witch.

Under the shroud of the golden scriptures, the remnant soul of the great witch gradually condensed. The incomplete soul was constantly being completed and restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of scripture is this that can restore a remnant soul to integrity? It can touch the original power of the soul and collect the soul power floating in the world?"

Fang Yue slowly widened his eyes. He was also an expert on souls.

But he does not have such a scripture that can restore the remnant soul. If he wants to restore the soul to its original state, he needs to pour drop by drop of soul liquid into it and slowly warm it up. Only then can he do this.

"I am Yu Luo Zi, a disciple of Luotian Clan. When I was young, I got a piece of soul scripture by chance. I would like to use this scripture to summon the souls of all the seniors, so that they will no longer be troubled by the incomplete soul power and restore their majestic appearance in life."

The smile of the boy in white was gentler.

In comparison, Fang Yue seemed particularly hateful.

The former seems to be a savior, a living Bodhisattva with great mercy, while Fang Yue is an extremely vicious gangster, killing people like hemp, and his hands are stained with blood.

"No, the aura of this boy in white is wrong! His scriptures have no effect on restoring soul power, they can only temporarily replenish the soul."

Fang Yue deeply understood and compared it with the "Soul Sutra".

He discovered the problem in the golden scriptures behind Yuluozi.

That scripture burns the soul, temporarily energizing the soul and making it appear more complete and powerful.

In fact, if the origin of the soul is burned out, the remaining soul will be wiped out, leaving not even a trace of the original true spirit.

This scripture is vicious and is completely killing the goose that lays the egg.

Of course, Fang Yue didn't open his mouth to expose it, because he himself was not a good bird.

Sacrificing other people's shaman souls alive and returning them to their original chaos seems to be even more cruel than Yu Luozi.

"I am willing to dedicate everything I have to protecting the law for you."

The Shaman Soul bowed deeply to Yuluozi, made his oath, and was covered with a layer of golden armor.

For a moment, the shaman soul seemed to have returned to its original appearance, and transformed into a two-cauldron shaman, the invincible god of war.

"So, that's what you had in mind."

Fang Yue finally understood.

The goals of Yuluozi and himself both fell on these Shaman Souls.

The difference is that Fang Yue wanted to gain inheritance and sacrifice these great witches alive, while Yuluozi deceived them and turned the remnant souls of these great witches into his own protector thugs.

The so-called peers are enemies. Although Fang Yue and Yu Luozi are not peers, their goals are the same.

Yuluozi still had a compassionate face, Fang Yue clasped his hands and said: "I am the successor of this tomb. Since I have arrived, others should retreat and stay away!"

Yuluozi's voice is magnetic and makes people feel confused and confused.

Behind Yuluozi, there are actually two great witches protecting the Tao. Each one is a great witch at the peak level of heaven and earth realm.

There are great witches to protect the way, and scriptures to protect the body.

At first glance, this Yuluozi seems to be the same thing.

However, Fang Yue was not reconciled.

With just a few people, can he be regarded as the orthodox successor of this big tomb?

It's impossible to trick Brother Hu into leaving!

"My inheritance of the Wanjie Fist also represents the recognition of the great witch! I am taking the route of using force to break magic, which also represents the supreme inheritance of the witchcraft!"

When Fang Yue opened his mouth, many people around him showed interest.

Originally, they thought that the rightful owner had arrived, so Fang Yue naturally went home obediently.

But I didn't expect that Fang Yue was still holding on forcefully.

He brought out the Ten Thousand Realms Fist to prove his orthodoxy.

"Wanjie Fist?!"

Yuluozi showed a surprised look.

"What kind of orthodoxy is the Wanjie Fist? Among the many ancient shamanistic inheritances, many families have records of the Wanjie Fist. Perhaps you are able to practice the Wanjie Fist because you come from a certain ancient inheritance! As for this orthodox two You are not worthy of the word."

Since Fang Yue refused to back down, Yuluozi would naturally not give him a good face.

The words "not worthy" have already proved Yuluozi's strong attitude!

"Your "Soul Replenishing Sutra" is also recorded in many witchcraft inheritances! My Wanjie Fist cannot prove the orthodoxy, and the methods you used are also useless!"

Fang Yue joked that Li Kui met Li Gui.

Even if this Yuluozi is really the orthodox successor of this big tomb, today, he will make this Yuluozi add more obstacles and change from the orthodox to the fake!

"Do you know this "Soul Replenishing Sutra"?"

Yuluozi narrowed his eyes, murderous intent looming in them.

The "Soul Replenishing Sutra" is indeed an ancient inheritance of witchcraft, but it should have been lost in the world for tens of millions of years, and even its reputation should have disappeared from the world.

Could it be that Fang Yue, who knew the "Soul Replenishing Sutra", was really the descendant of a certain family's ancient witchcraft inheritance?

In Yuluozi's heart, there was even a trace of worry.

The "Soul Replenishing Sutra" he got was not all the chapters, or even only less than one percent of the content.

Yuluozi was worried that there really was a big figure in the inheritance behind Fang Yue. At that time, it will hinder the process of inheriting it.

As for the identity of the inheritor, Yuluozi did not lie. He did have a white jade order in his hand, which represented the identity of the successor of the great witch.

The only problem is that there are nine white jade tokens in total, and he only got one of them.

The nine white jade orders probably represent the nine successors. Is Fang Yue also one of the successors of this witch tomb?

Yuluozi was worried and thought about everything in an instant.

But Fang Yue didn't know anything at all.

What is the White Jade Order, and what is the identity of the inheritor.

He just came here to take advantage.

"Of course I know the "Soul-Replenishing Sutra". I also know this. This "Soul-Replenishing Sutra" is a scripture used by the ancient witches to sacrifice the souls of the dead. If the witch clan is in trouble, the ancient shaman can use the altar to offer sacrifices and summon the ancient souls. The heroic spirits have returned to help in the battle. Moreover, I also hold part of the inheritance of the "Soul Replenishing Sutra" in my hands!"

Fang Yue had only heard of the name "Soul Replenishing Sutra", which he occasionally mentioned when he was chatting and bragging with Sima Xiao.

When it came time to understand the witchcraft, Sima Xiao was a hundred times better than Fang Yue.

Because one of the methods that Sima Xiao majored in was ancient witchcraft.

But as for the real content of the "Soul Replenishing Sutra", Fang Yue didn't even know a single punctuation mark.

But he also dared to bet that Yuluozi also mastered the fragments of the "Soul Replenishing Sutra".

Therefore, Fang Yue planned to use the Soul Sutra to pretend to be the Soul Replenishing Sutra.

As soon as Fang Yue said this, Luo Yuzi's worry became even stronger.

This Fang Yue seems to really know something. Could it be that this Fang Yue is also one of the heirs of the shaman tomb's eight serious scriptures, and he also has a white jade order in his hand?

Yuluozi's doubts were even deeper.

Just when Fang Yue and Yu Luozi stared at each other, fairy music sounded one after another.

Every note of the fairy music floated in the air, turning into golden talismans like snowflakes.

The talismans rotate and dance around the world.

Wherever you pass, flowers bloom and grass is as green as jade.

Everything is like a fairyland, descending on this world.

Several pieces of golden talismans fell on Fang Yue's body, and Fang Yue felt that the witchcraft power in his body became a little stronger.

Fang Yue couldn't help but look in the direction where the golden talisman fell.

He saw a golden carriage flying up into the sky, and behind the carriage were two groups of women in palace attire. They were dressed in colorful clothes and had beautiful faces. They followed suit and arrived with auspicious clouds at their feet.

"This belongs to the Witch Tomb. Does it even want to get involved in the Tiansheng Palace?"

Some people's expressions changed slightly. If the troops from Tiansheng Palace came, then they would really have nothing to fight for.