God of Life and Death

"Li Zizai, you old guy is still alive?"

After Mozaha saw the old man from the human race, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

This was a powerful human being who was born in the same era as him. In the era when he was born, Zi Zizi already looked like he had half a foot on the coffin board. Unexpectedly, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the old guy is still living shamelessly.

"It's just relying on self-proclaiming to extend your only life. Even if you seal ten civilization eras, your cultivation will not improve at all. Your calcaneus was already broken by the great demon king of the demon clan back then. It is destined to It has always been stuck in the early stage of Da Luo Jin Wonderland, and it is impossible to make any progress. Do you think that if you jump out to scare people, we will feel scared? The human race has even released an old thing like you, which proves that the human race has Weak and incompetent.”

Mozaha stared at the old man from the human race.

The serious expression on his face only lasted for a moment, and finally a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Zizai was at the end of his strength.

Since he doesn't want to die, then he will send him on his last journey and let him put his other foot completely into the coffin board and never be reincarnated.

"Fang Yue, be careful of that eternal copper coffin." Shi Meng secretly reminded Fang Yue.

"Those immortals from the ancient tribe are nothing to be afraid of. Although they want to use forbidden things like the Eternal Copper Coffin as bait, they have no idea what the Eternal Copper Coffin actually means! "

There was a hint of anger and a hint of pity in Shi Meng's tone.

Fang Yue was also a little surprised. Even the eight Da Luo Jinxian of all races present did not pay attention to this Shi Meng. Now he was asked to be careful about the eternal copper coffin.

"What exactly is this eternal copper coffin? I have never heard of the value or significance of this kind of existence." Fang Yue asked in a low voice.

At this time, a true immortal from the Martial Clan appeared behind him like a ghost.

The true immortal of the Martial Clan pulled out the long knife from his waist. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, aimed at Fang Yue's back, roared, and suddenly swung the blade in his hand, slashing towards Fang Yue's back.

Fang Yue sighed quietly when the blade was about to fall on him.

"Originally, I wanted to hide myself and kill a Daluo Golden Immortal in a secret attack. I didn't expect that my identity would be exposed for you, a little True Immortal. It's really a pity!"

Fang Yue turned around. His eyes fell on the true immortal who made a sneak attack.

"Separation of soul and body!" Four words fell. The true immortal of the Martial Clan had his soul taken away directly, and he stood there in a daze, unable to move.

Afterwards, Fang Yue skillfully took away the body and soul of Wu Clan's Zhenxin.

"Who are you? When did a strong man like you appear in the human race?"

Mo Zaha suddenly looked in Fang Yue's direction. If a strong man at the True Immortal Realm falls, if he turns a blind eye, then he is no longer worthy of being a strong man at the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm.

This is a true immortal. Even if his realm is a bit illusory, he will not be wiped out so easily.

"Human race, Fang Yue!"

Fang Yue took a step forward and introduced himself confidently.

"Are you the descendant of the human race's lineage of cultivators of all methods? Hahahaha, how powerful was the lineage of cultivators of all methods in the ancient times? Three or five people formed their own sect, and they were enough to suppress it. An era has passed, and if the Heavenly Lords are not eliminated in that era, they will be the strongest existence. But now, the people of Wanfa Jianxiu lineage are withering away, and only a mere saint-level existence like you is left. Now , I will cultivate the lineage of Ten Thousand Magic Swords and completely knock them down into the long river of time, making them an eternal past and no longer able to stand up!"

Mo Zaha took a look at Fang Yue. He pointed the finger at Fang Yue, recalling the past in his mind. How powerful was the line of cultivating all kinds of techniques? But when he, a powerful man from all races at the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm level, heard about the Wanfa Jianxiu lineage, he had to lower his head and did not even dare to say a bad word, for fear that the strong men in this lineage would react and casually A sword beam struck out in the void, ending their lives.

That is the shadow shared by the strong men of an era. But now the line of cultivating all kinds of methods has declined to such an extent, and there is only one practitioner at the saint level left as the person to inherit it.

And if he can end the last single seedling of the line of all methods and cultivation.

If other powerful men from the ancient times were to revive, he would be able to boast that he had put an end to the final glory of the Wanfa Jianxiu lineage.

Fang Yue glanced at this powerful man from ancient times.

"If you have the ability, can you try to touch a hair on my head?" Fang Yue didn't realize how powerful Mo Zaha was. Since the strong human race in ancient times could kill him once, I can also kill this guy a second time.

"Hahahaha, could it be that in this era, the inheritor of the Ten Thousand Methods Cultivation line has lost his mind? He doesn't even have the most basic respect for the powerful people at the Da Luo Jin Immortal Realm. Does he think he can Do you rely on your saint-level cultivation to compete with us?"

Fang Yue's attention was not focused on the face of the ancient clan's Daluo Jinxian.

Years of slumber seemed to have damaged his brain.

This time it's a war of clans.

It is not personal force that controls everything.

All races are planning.

If the human race had received the news a long time ago and expected that this scene would occur, according to the nature of the human race, they would never sit still and wait for death. At least they would let so many strong men from the clan come to die.

There must be a backup plan.

But what exactly is this backhand?

Fang Yue held his breath.

He ignored Mo Zaha's presence, turned around and left!

"Escape? Where do you think you can escape to? Hahaha, this area of ​​a hundred miles is already covered by us."

Mozaha's laughter became more open and arrogant.

The way he looked at Fang Yue was like a cat chasing a mouse.

Fang Yue was extremely quiet.

Mozaha's existence was just an interlude to him.

If he wanted to kill Mo Zaha, Fang Yue firmly believed that within a hundred moves, Mo Zaha would definitely die in his own hands.

However, what happens after that?

He will face the crazy pursuit of the other seven Daluo Golden Immortals of Wanzu.

He killed one Daluo, but it was impossible to face seven at the same time.

No matter the ethnic group, there is no simple existence that can step into the level of Da Luo Jin Fairyland.

"What is the next plan of the human race?"

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes, thinking about this question over and over again in his mind.

Suddenly, Fang Yue's eyes fell on the eternal copper coffin that initially attracted the human race's white-clothed swordsman.

On the rusty coffin above, some ancient patterns began to emerge.

A phoenix poked its head out from the dark green rust.

"Phoenix is ​​most famous for being reborn from the ashes!"

An inexplicable thought came to Fang Yue's mind.

All questions seem to have their own answers at this moment.

"Does the human race want to take advantage of this opportunity to rebirth the strong men of the human king lineage in this eternal copper coffin?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Fang Yue's mouth.

Maybe, but maybe not!

Moreover, given the human race's urinary nature, if it was just for such a simple purpose, so much time and energy would not be wasted!

A bloody paper crane came through the sky.

It fell on Mo Zaha's shoulder.

Mozaha's fingertips just touched the paper crane.

The paper crane suddenly exploded.

A scene on the front line emerged in the blood mist.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields.

The corpses of strong men from the ancient tribe were hung on the walls of the human race.

Looking around, there are three spiritual immortals and twelve true immortals.

On the ground, the corpses of the ancient clans were spread all over the earth. As far as the eye could see, it was endless, connecting the heaven and the earth.

As the sun sets, the orange light makes the blood on the ground even more dazzling.

Then, the image of blood mist slowly dissipated.

"what is this?"

Mozaha's pupils suddenly shrank.

He seemed to understand something.

However, he did not dare to admit the speculation in his heart.

"You are so mobilized this time, don't you just want to explore the trump card of the human race? As you wish, the human race can let you see the trump card of our clan!"

The swordsman in white reappears.

He suddenly spoke.

No longer as cold as before.

He began to talk more.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?"

Mozaha came from the front line. He was originally a well-established figure in command of the Ten Thousand Clans.

On the front line, there are many powerful people from the ancient clan like him who are sitting in command, not only the Great Luo Jinxian, but even those at the Immortal Lord Realm level!

But they each have their own tasks.

Everyone sits in a different place!

Originally, Mozaha left on his own, and the battle line between the human race and the ancient race was so long.

He thought the humans wouldn't notice.

Even if the human race is aware of it, do they dare to attack the ancient race easily, break the stalemate, and take the initiative?

Mozaha came full of confidence.

In the end, I discovered how ridiculous my self-confidence was.

The human race took action.

When the Ancient Clan was at its weakest, it dealt them a fatal blow.

The bright red blood and the lying corpses gave him the most tragic answer.

Mozaha's body was shaky.

Those corpses hanging on the city walls were the most loyal and capable subordinates he had trained in ancient times.

"Human race!"

Mozaha gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"This is war, intrigues and intrigues, life and death are normal. From the moment we step onto the battlefield, we are ready to die in battle! Our human race has already made this preparation, what about your ancient race?"

The voice of the white-robed swordsman was somewhat solemn.

After years of silence, the human race is finally awakening like a giant dragon.

The corpses of the ancient powerful men on the front line were the sacrificial swords of the human race.

Mozaha took a deep breath.

"I understand, do you humans want to disturb my state of mind through these scenes? Sorry, I am Da Luo Jinxian, my state of mind is eternal and will not turn back! These calculations of yours are unnecessary!"