God of Life and Death

A layer of azure blue enchantment, covering a hundred li in a blink of an eye, within this hundred li is like a world of its own, even if it is a powerful person at the spiritual fairyland level, it is difficult to get out of it!

"Enchantment! It turns out you had planned!"

Feng Yan's face was even more ugly.

However, Fang Yue stopped talking nonsense.

"Kill! Don't keep alive!"

Fang Yue gave an order, and the two powerhouses in the fairyland had already taken action at the same time. Fallen Qiansi and Xuanzhen were supporting them, and the Abyssal Sword Demon swung his sword directly towards Feng Yuan!

This Fengyan is Fengyuan's protector, and this life and death of Fengyuan most involves Fengyan's mind and energy!

If Feng Yuan has three strengths and two shortcomings, this rumors may be guilt for death!

"The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying!"

Feng Yan's move is the ultimate move, he screamed, and the endless gust of wind swarmed his body.

Take the wind as the robe and the wind as the sword!

Feng Yan suddenly transformed into a king in the wind, descending into the mortal world!

"The God of Wind!"

Feng Yuan also displayed his own secret skills and fascination, once again becoming one with the phantom of his ancestors!

The wind stood in the void, his eyes were clear and blue, and there was no trace of human emotion in it.

"Wind kill!"

Feng Yuan raised his hand, and hundreds of millions of wind blades rolled in Fang Yue's direction.

Feng Yuan knew in his heart that Fang Yue was the culprit in all of this. If Fang Yue fell, the others might have lost their hearts and could not condense!

A frivolous smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yue's mouth: "In the end, I was regarded as the weakest link. It's really a sin!"

Fang Yue's voice fell.

One by one real dragons rise into the sky!

"Since you want to kill me, then I will give you this opportunity, but whether you can seize this opportunity depends on your good fortune!"

Fang Yue walked towards Fengyuan step by step. Every time he took a step, the waves of vibe would rippling outward like a ripple.

The qiyun waves turn the wind blade, weakening the condensed murderous intent!

When Fang Yue walked out of the nine steps, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and his steps seemed to resonate with the center of the earth.

"Son of the Earth!"

"Feng Yuan, hide, this trick cannot be resisted!"

Feng Yan who was fighting with Mosquito Dao Ren and Tian Mohou was suddenly furious. He roared and let Feng Yuan escape!

The son of the earth is a legendary move, and its foundation is to at least comprehend the road of earth to the ninth level and above!

With one's own body, borrow the power of billions of vast earth!

It's a pity that the rumors came too late!

Fang Yue is already connected to the earth under his feet.

He slammed his fist again, fist shadows filled the sky.

The phantom of Feng Yuan's Wind God was directly hammered away, and even Feng Yuan was hammered into meat sauce by Fang Yuesheng.

The Qi movement of the Feng Clan!

A Tianjiao strong man who ranked twelfth in the virtual immortal list fell directly and died into ashes. This was an unspeakable blow to the Feng Clan.

At this moment, the Feng Clan's luck in this piece of heaven and earth dropped by at least one thousandth!

One thousandth, it seems that this number is not big, but knowing that in this world, the Wind Clan can be regarded as a strong clan.

A true immortal of the Wind Clan died before, and the wind Clan’s air luck has never been shaken. Although the air luck has slipped, it is at most about one ten thousandth of the number!

A one-thousandth loss of luck has been able to have a substantial impact on the ethnic group.

For example, the army ahead is turbulent, and many generals feel uneasy, unable to fight with peace of mind!

"Fang Yue, I want you to die!"

Feng Yan's heart is sad.

This Feng Yuan grew up when he watched a little Zhang.

His laughter, his sorrow, his hard work, and his hard work all appeared before the eyes of rumors.

From a certain point of view, his relationship with Feng Yuan has broken away from the relationship between Tianjiao and Taoist protector, and is more like a pair of masters and disciples, like a close father and son.

Feng Yan has high hopes on Feng Yuan.

However, at this moment, Feng Yuan is dead, and the hope in Feng Yan's heart is also shattered!

"The wind is out!"

Feng Yan sighed slightly, he would rather take the full blow of the mosquito man and the devil, and let Fang Yue cultivate for Feng Yuan!

"Fengyuan, it's because I have no abilities, I didn't protect you well, I never saw you become a fairy, but soon, this murderer will accompany you to Huangquan!"

Feng Yan's voice fell.

Fang Yue's spirit was like a heavy blow.

This wind extinguishing technique turned out to be a direct attack on the soul, causing Fang Yue to be a little confused for a while.

As if a wind blade appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, the golden wind blade split his soul.

This type of attack, ignoring physical defenses, hits the depths of the soul.

If it succeeds, Fang Yue's soul will be split instantly, cutting in half.

"Tao's will, soul is strengthened!"

"Soul truth, incarnate armor!"

In Fang Yue's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a roar of soul, and an unprecedented crisis came. This was a blow from the spirit fairyland with all his strength, and he did not dare to neglect it at all.

Three golden leaves moved around Fang Yue's soul, and the pages of the Book of All Souls were turned, each silver character turned into a piece of Linyu armor, turned into a pair of armor, covering Fang Yue's soul.

At the same time, the will of Tao came and evolved into a layer of misty blue light lingering around Fang Yue's soul.

Fang Yue's soul was waiting for it, and it was simply displaying all the answers to meet the sudden attack of this wind blade.

The wind blade is like a knife, driving into the broken bamboo.

Wherever he passed, Fang Yue's Sea of ​​Consciousness was hit hard, splitting in two.

But when the wind blade touched the three golden leaves, 70% of the power in it was directly dissipated. Fang Yue's soul took the opportunity to stamp out the characters in the "Soul Scripture" to imprint the wind blade. It was defeated and turned into a mottled blue light scattered between the heaven and the earth.

Surprises!

Fang Yue never expected these three golden leaves to be so powerful.

Since he learned these three fairy sutras, these three golden leaves have always been asleep in the depths of his soul.

Now, these three golden leaves have passively awakened, directly reducing 70% of the power in the wind blade.

If the power of this wind blade is unabated, even if Fang Yue can resist with the "Soul Scripture" and the soul of heaven, he will at least be severely traumatized.

The soul is intact, but the injury to the sea of ​​consciousness is not serious.

Fang Yue took out a few drops of Rank Six Soul Liquid and spread them in the Sea of ​​Consciousness. The sea of ​​Consciousness that had been split quickly healed and returned to its original state!

Fang Yue opened his eyes and he survived this fatal blow. Although his face was slightly pale, the corners of his mouth showed a faint smile.

"Let me go to hell? Or go with Fengyuan by yourself!"

Fang Yue said sharply.

Feng Yan's complexion was suddenly pale, and his blood faded.

"No, it's impossible. How can you survive my mortal technique, the wind extinguishing technique?"

Feng Yan's mind was shocked, and he always had a dreamlike feeling.

The art of soul lore is rare in the world, but once it is used, no one misses it.

"There is no slaying technique in this world, and there is nothing impossible. Since you have already defeated, then you can obediently die!"

Fang Yue snorted coldly, he raised his fist, and the real dragons covered the sky!

The phantom of a hundred and eight true dragons, this is Fang Yue's true strength.

The real dragon leaps into the sky, and oppresses the world!

Accompanied by the roar of the real dragon, the world shook, the sun and the moon were shining, and the wind said that he had just been hit hard by the Demon Hou and the Mosquito Daoist. He wanted to dodge, but he felt a sharp pain from the depths of his soul.

Soul fighting is extremely dangerous. If you can't kill, you will inevitably encounter backlash!

Now, it is Fengyan's soul that is affected by the power of backlash. His body is so stiff that he can't move.

The real dragon glimpsed down in a hurry.

Feng Yan took Fang Yue's blow and staggered back, his internal organs burned.

"Soul, eat away!"

Fallen Qiansi took a leisurely shot, the strange red light in his eyes reappeared.

Taking advantage of his illness, killing him, if the soul of this rumor is intact, Fallen Qiansi will naturally not use the soul secret technique to attack and kill.

But now, Fengyan's soul is hit hard, like a candle in the wind, and when it is about to extinguish, the soul secret technique of Thousand Thoughts has become the last straw to overwhelm the camel.

"Do not……"

Fengyan's soul is torn apart.

His eyes quickly dimmed.

People died, the lamp went out and broke, and he didn't seem to be able to live!

"Night soul!"

Even if the wind had fallen, Fang Yue never let him go. This was the first time he killed a spirit fairy, so naturally he wanted to eat well.

Fengyan's soul is divided a hundred parts, the wind and clouds are scattered, Fang Yue collects the remnant soul of Fengyan, and saves it for later refining.

Feng Yan said that although the soul was severely damaged and fragmented, there were still 70% of its original power remaining. If it was refined, at least dozens of drops of Nine Ranked Soul Liquid could be obtained.

Of course, Fang Yue's realm is still low now, and the power of soul refining has a ceiling.

He is now a little reluctant to refine the Seventh Rank Soul Liquid, and at least one or two greater realms are needed to refine the Nine Rank Soul Liquid!

"This Fengyan is of great value. There are as many as a thousand middle-grade immortal stones on his body, and ten immortal pill, which can be used to restore the origin of the immortal path of the true immortal and soul! This immortal pill, Xuanzhen, Fallen Qiansi, Yuanfeng, and Tianmahou, each of you has one tablet. After refining, you can at least restore your cultivation to a lower level! You can also hold one tablet for the mosquito road person, in case you need it!"

Fang Yue sat on the ground to divide the spoils.

This immortal fate pill can only be taken by a cultivator in his lifetime, and if it is too much, it will have no effect, so Fang Yue gave one of his spiritual and true immortals.

As for the mosquito person who first enters the level of the immortal, his foundation is unstable, and if he rashly interacts with others, it is easy to hurt his origin.

Fang Yue gave him one, and it was reasonable to prevent it from happening!

"This kills the immortal, the effect is good! It's a pity, such things don't happen often!"

Fang Yue made a lot of money this time, and the accumulation of a spiritual fairyland level expert surpassed the accumulation of ten true immortal peak experts.

This rumor fell, and all his wealth went to Fang Yue.

And there is also Feng Yuan, also the arrogant of the Feng Clan, and he has a lot of resources!

However, these resources fall into Fang Yue's hands, and the wind clan's loss is absolutely great.

In an instant, in the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the clouds were treacherous.

They have evolved into a head of gods and demons, as if they were sending the end to the rumor.

The spirit fairy falls, the world is in sorrow.

The Feng Clan’s air transport was shaken again, and the mountains and rivers were turbulent for hundreds of millions of miles.

True immortals are the pillars of the ethnic group.

Tianjiao is the hope of the ethnic group.

Lingxian, on the other hand, is the essence of the race, a prince, and an immortal overlord!

The fall of the spirit immortal is the foundation of the ethnic group and the future of ethnic luck!