God of Life and Death

"There are actually a total of 108 treasure troves of the Demon Race, which contain different resources and treasures! The Demon Race fears that they will be taken over by the Human Race, so they deliberately put this one hundred and eight treasure Vault in different places. When I was killing the generals of the Demon Race before, I searched for their souls and learned the locations and coordinates of the three treasure houses!"

Fang Yue is full of confidence!

He is bound to win this treasure house of the demons.

"This is one of them. It should be the eighth treasury of the Demon Race. The herbs and spirit pills of the Demon Race are placed in it! I am a pharmacist. These herbs and spirit pills can be used to the fullest in my hands. value!"

Fang Yue had his own detailed plan long ago, and every step he made was targeted, not like a headless fly!

Alice nodded, Fang Yue was indeed reliable!

In comparison, the disciples that the Galaxy Star Alliance has spent countless resources to carefully cultivate are no more than Fang Yue different by many blocks!

Fang Yue searched for Ji, and soon came to the front of the eighth treasure house of the Demon Race.

The treasure house is very simple, not like a treasure house, but like an old castle.

This is a tall building hidden in the gray mist. In this place, even the sky is gray! No light can penetrate the thick mist!

"Who are you?"

Fang Yue stopped in front of a swamp in front of the castle.

In the swamp, in the endless mud, a tall figure slowly emerged.

The strong stench made Fang Yue feel sick!

This stench made Fang Yue feel very uncomfortable. He felt a thorn on his back all over his body.

Soon, Fang Yue woke up.

This feeling of thorns on the back is clearly an illusion.

He has reached the level of rotation, the level of life has achieved leap and evolution again and again!

It is impossible for him to be affected by the smell and let his emotions fluctuate!

This is probably a mechanism and trap specially set up by the Mozu to prevent others from starting their logistics supplies!

"I am Chen Guangming from the Chen family!"

Now that Fang Yue found the problem, one thought was to abandon the distracting thoughts in his heart.

His eyes were clear and clear, looking at the creature that had turned into mud.

"Chen Guangming? Don't know! You are not a person designated by the Demon Race, you can't enter the eighth treasure house!"

The clay figure said in a dull, slow voice to Fang Yue.

This seems to be a fixed procedure, and the clay figurine itself is not very intelligent.

Fang Yue clearly sensed the strength of this clay figurine. If he really made a move, perhaps even the ordinary Yin-Yang realm powerhouse would not be his opponent.

Despite his low intelligence, his combat power is worthy of recognition.

"What if I want to enter this treasure house?"

Fang Yue snorted coldly.

The clay figurine opponent Yue had a black hand!

One of his gray palms enveloped Fang Yue's head.

The gray palm quickly enlarged, and in the end it looked like a small grinding disc.

He does not have his own clear wisdom, but has the instinct to guard the treasure house of the demons!

It is his duty to guard the No. 8 treasure house, even if he pays his own life, he will not hesitate!

The palm of the hand fell, like a mountain collapsed.

Countless broken stones smashed towards Fang Yue, every stone is extremely strong, dense, and has infinite weight!

Fang Yue snorted coldly, and golden light appeared on his body.

Fang Yue used his flesh body to resist, breaking all the stones to pieces!

He is not afraid of a battle!

From the moment he decided to rob the Demon Race, Fang Yue knew that the treasure house must be heavily guarded, and even this process was more difficult than stepping on the battlefield!

The clay figure remained silent and did not stop.

He stomped gently, and the swamp quagmire under his feet spread quickly, trying to swept Fang Yue's whole body in!

This clay figure is very strong!

Fang Yue preliminarily estimated that he at least has the strength comparable to that of the Saint Realm.

The trick just now is just a starting point. If the two continue to fight, this clay figure's method will be better than one!

"Who dares to come to my treasure house No. 8 presumptuously?"

In the gray castle, a series of figures flew out.

Every figure is settled, and is a strong man in the realm of demon saints.

With this breath, it turned out to be the four powerhouses who flew out of the demon sage realm, together with the clay figures in the quagmire, a total of five sage realm existences!

Fang Yue's eyes condensed slightly.

After all, he underestimated how much the Mozu attached to this treasure house.

If the existence of the five saints were placed on some slightly remote small planets in the Milky Way galaxy, so many masters would be enough to form a force to dominate the entire planet!

The four demon saints flying out of the eighth treasure house are all different.

The headed person is holding an emerald green bamboo stick in his hand, but the top of the bamboo stick is inlaid with a skull!

The figure was thin, his whole body was shrouded in a black robe, an old face, with layers of wrinkles on it, even his eyes were buried in it!

He comes from the Demon Race, a well-known branch of the Demon Race. It is said that they contain part of the bloodline of the Demon Race in their bodies, and they have extra talent in the death line!

Of the remaining three people, one looks like a big man with strong body hair. He has three heads, namely a dragon, a tiger, and a lion! This person is not a demonic clan, but a three-headed clan that Fang Yue has encountered more than once before! The blood of this clan is also quite strong and has left a deep impression on Fang Yue.

One person is a snake-like human face, she turned out to be an enchanting woman, with a beautiful face and red lips like blood, giving a strange and enchanting feeling!

There is also a person with three heads and six arms, like the legendary Nezha.

Both of them have the aura of the demon, but they are not pure. Obviously they are not pure demon creatures.

"Hungry wolf Taoist, please choose one first!"

Fang Yue looked at the Taoist Hungry Wolf, this time they obviously had to deal with at least one opponent.

The Hungry Wolf Taoist is the weakest among them! Therefore, Fang Yue gave him the right to choose first.

"Let me deal with this clay figure!"

The hungry wolf Taoist smiles bitterly, thinking that he was so brilliant at the time, and once made the people of his family proud of him!

But now, he has become the weakest of the four, even vaguely he is already a drag.

"Leave me to deal with this Dark Demon Clan and that three-headed Clan guy!"

Alice took the initiative to ask Ying, she will deal with the two saints with one person, one of them is even the most powerful of these people!

"Leave this snake girl to me!"

Although Gu Na is simple, she is definitely not weak in combat. Every move and every style of her is fed by Gu Yuan himself! When it comes to fighting power, even Guna surpasses Fang Yue's clone.

"Uh, buddies are the only two of us left, should we make do?"

Fang Yue smiled and still talked.

But the next moment, the dark clouds in the sky are summoned by Fang Yue!

"Thunderbolt!"

Fang Yue imitated the robbery and lowered the endless thunder. In an instant, these three-headed and six-armed demons had plunged into the vast sea of ​​thunder.

The demons are brewed from the evil spirit of heaven and earth, and the most feared is the thunderbolt!

Fang Yue's method can be said to be specially used to restrain him.

The face of the three-headed and six-armed demons was deep.

"My Lord Dongxie originally didn't bother to deal with ants like you, but since you are plotting against my Demon Race's No. 8 treasure house, you are naturally guilty of death, so I will barely kill you. , Make an exception!"

These three-headed and six-armed demons were extremely jealous. He sacrificed a Nine Dragons tripod floating above his head. The surrounding silver thunders were all sucked away by the Nine Dragons tripod, and all the power of the thunder was not left!

This Dongxie monarch is obviously not a good-looking master, his breath is fully expanded, and he has the cultivation base of the fifth level of the Saint Realm!

"This Nine Dragon Cauldron turned out to be a saint-level magic weapon, forged from nine-day meteorite iron. This should be a saint-level magic weapon refined by my human race. Your demons have absolutely no refinement. The ability to produce such an exquisite magic weapon!"

Fang Yue's complexion was dark.

He saw the origin of the Nine Dragon Ding at a glance.

This thing was once famous among Hailun stars. Its first master, Jiulong Zhenjun, has spent a great price and countless time and energy to forge this sage level since he first entered the sage level. Magic weapon!

Then the Nine Dragon True Monarch took this Nine Dragon Ding to calm the four directions, beheading countless bandits and villains, and became an incredible figure among Helen Star.

However, it is a pity that the true king of Nine Dragons died a thousand years ago, and finally the Nine Dragons tripod was used for funeral.

This demons is also really hateful. It must have opened the tomb of the true king of Kowloon and won this treasure tripod!

Jun Dongxie stole the tomb of the saint of the human race, and took out his enlightened magic weapon to deal with the human race.

This is simply ignoring the dignity of the human race, even Fang Yue's heart is full of nameless anger!

"Mr. Dongxie, you are simply too much! Even my deceased human race saint pays attention to you, and you simply don't put my human race in the eyes!"

Fang Yue roared in a low voice and accused Lord Dong Xie.

Jun Dongxie smirked and said, "Do you understand that this is the use of waste? Your human race is just a group of weak reptiles. Have you ever heard that dragons respect reptiles? Back then, I used despicable means to repel my demons. I had to sign that shameful treaty, and now the vitality of my demons has completely recovered and counterattacked the human race! You human race just wait to be killed! All of you have to die, no one will end well!"

Jun Dongxie also roared. Fang Yue's heart was ashamed, and his heart was full of anger.

What qualifications and ability does such a weak human race have to climb on top of them?

Jun Dongxie's chest had accumulated hundreds of thousands of years of anger from the Demon Race.

His anger spurted out in an instant!