God of Life and Death

"Reshaping the physical body can restore the heroic spirit to 90% of its combat power during his lifetime, and it may also go further on the road of cultivation!"

"Completing the soul and reshaping the body is equivalent to rebirth on the spot, which is costly, but it can revive the heroic spirit in a complete posture!"

"And if you follow the plan I gave you to recover, you can achieve a 120% recovery effect. After the recovery, you can surpass the peak of your life, and even become stronger! The potential is stronger and the strength is lighter! In the future calamity, you will also be more sure to deal with those calamity creatures!"

The words of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races gave Fang Yue a feeling of bewitching.

Fang Yue was silent.

"Why do I have to fight against the creatures, I can join if I can't beat them!"

In Fang Yue's body, strands of fate aura emerged.

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Races is choked.

"I didn't say it!"

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Races has seen no less than a hundred masters of the battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, but a person like Fang Yue who has no backbone is the first!

Join if you can't beat it, what the **** is this?

Shouldn't you be without me, Fang Yue, without ghosts and gods?

"Also, where do I get those things you said! I seem to have a pool of dark blood, but I haven't even heard of the other two!"

Fang Yue frowned, not because he didn't want to look at the heroic spirits under the bronze armor beyond his heyday, but if the thing was too difficult to get, he wouldn't get it. It's not worth it for a subordinate of the spiritual fairyland!

Fang Yue had estimated that the heroic spirit under the bronze armor should not look at the bull he said. Those who are forced to coax, have to fight for the human race.

However, he died and was at the level of the spiritual fairyland after he recovered. However, he should have cultivated to the real martial realm in every realm. In this era, there should be no problem with dealing with the general Daluojinxian.

Besides, this guy is not very obedient. Although the contract has been signed, the ghost knows what moths will appear.

"Dark blood, you have a pool... where did you get it from!"

The spirit of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races was suddenly startled.

Although this dark blood is not a treasured object, it is also a treasure of the real fairyland level anyway!

It is difficult for ordinary people to see a drop.

And Fang Yue actually has a pool?

"I'm cultivating blood nerves! I need dark blood in my cultivation. When I'm fine, I drop the corpses of the powerful men of all races into the blood pool. Over time, I have accumulated a pool of darkness. Blood!"

Fang Yue's words left the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races completely speechless.

See the boss!

Fang Yue opened his palm, and three drops of dark blood emerged.

"Are three drops of dark blood enough?"

The spirit of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races passed by.

"It's extremely pure, better than imagined! You really didn't brag! Three drops are enough! As for the other two, the blood of bronze, the skin of the Lich King, and the heart of bronze, this guy is in his own hands. Yes! His bronze armor is holy armor, which can condense a bronze heart in countless battles! Stubborn bronze, eternally undefeated! And the skin of the Lich King, I have it in my hand, if you want it, You need to pay a price in exchange! For example, how about five hundred middle-grade immortal stones?"

Fang Yue couldn't help being silent upon hearing this.

"I have reason to suspect that you came to me to sell!"

"No! If you don't want to buy it, get it!"

The Tomb of the Ten Thousand Clan and Fang Yue are angry.

Fang Yue's spirit was the token that swept the Vientiane Pavilion around his waist.

He doesn't have this stuff, but Vientiane Pavilion should have it.

"Does the skin of the Lich King have it?"

"What level?"

The token of Vientiane Pavilion responded quickly.

Fang Yue is a super VIP in the Vientiane Pavilion, a big benefactor, and at the same time a trading partner and supplier, so he is equipped with a dedicated customer service.

"The level of the peak of the spiritual fairyland!"

"Wait, let me check... There are three more skins of the Lich King at the pinnacle level of the Spirit Fairyland. Depending on the quality, the price ranges from three hundred middle-grade spirit stones to 700 middle-grade spirit stones! It can be eight for your status. Purchase at a discount. Do you need to see the condition of the goods!"

Fang Yue realized that it seemed that the tomb of ten thousand races did not hack him.

The price offered by the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races is fair.

"Five hundred middle-grade immortal stones! The skin of the Lich King, I want it!"

Fang Yue directly chose to trade with the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Clan.

The fineness of the skin of the Lich King at the pinnacle level of the spiritual fairyland provided in the Vientiane Pavilion is not as good as that provided by the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Races.

More importantly, the skin of the Lich King provided by the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races has reached the level of a half-step Da Luojin Wonderland. If it is used for recovery, the effect will be better!

"It hurts!"

This is the only feeling in Fang Yue's heart at this moment.

The blood of darkness is his.

The bronze heart was condensed by this guy himself.

I only bought a piece of the Lich King’s skin and cost five hundred middle-grade spirit stones?

Fang Yue's wallet belongs to Paixiu, and he has become accustomed to the feeling that he can only get in and can't get out.

Nowadays, he is still a little uncomfortable at the beginning of the fraud.

"I promise the value for money! I am a cemetery of ten thousand races. Anyone who crawls out of it will be restrained by me! It may not be able to make them take my instructions, but at least it can make them feel jealous. And awe!"

After doing a business, he slaughtered Fang Yue fiercely.

At the Tomb of Ten Thousand Races, I feel at ease for a while.

"Then I will wait and see!"

Three things of resurrection gathered together.

The heroic body under the bronze armor is solid, without the big scene of lightning and thunder as imagined.

Not even the special effects of fifty cents!

"Is a powerhouse at the dignified fairyland level resurrected so there is no card face?"

Fang Yue muttered to himself. I feel that this scene is a bit weird!

The heroic spirit recovers.

At the eighth level of the Spirit Fairyland, he started from the Houtian realm to the Spirit Fairyland, and every realm has reached the level of the True Martial Realm in a solid manner!

There is not much difference between his strength and Fang Yue's expectations.

In Outland, he must be a good guy, a big boss.

But it's not good to say in the ancient domain. If you go to the inner court again.

That's how he is.

At best, it is comparable to the existence of the first-time Daluojin Wonderland level!

"Mobei has seen two adults!"

The bronze warrior recovers.

He did not make a public statement.

Neither Fang Yue nor Qing concubine was caused by him!

Fang Yue suddenly felt that a force of luck had come!

Five hundred hours of luck fell into his bag!

"Recovering the heroic spirits in the battlefield of ten thousand races can still gain the power of luck?!"

Fang Yue was surprised.

"What do you think? The resurrection of the heroic spirits in the battlefield of the ten thousand races is the will of heaven in the underworld, the ten thousand races represent order, and the calamity creatures represent chaos.

Between order and chaos, the will of heaven in the underworld tends to be more orderly! To resuscitate the powerful of all races and fight for the underworld, this is in conformity with the will of heaven, and naturally can be blessed by the corresponding force of luck! "

Qing concubine rolls her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Fang Yue, the master of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, was so confused, and he became the master of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield without even clearing out such basic things!

"It seems that my strength of luck has also risen a little, from the third-class genius to the sixth-class genius, and my luck is being born in my body all the time!"

Fang Yue watched himself inwardly.

This increased amount of luck is insignificant to him.

But this is a change in his own Qi Luck and life pattern, and there is a huge gap between his Qi Luck ingested from the outside world.

"Normal! If you follow the sky, you can naturally change your luck!"

Qing Concubine Fang Yue said.

Fang Yue nodded, thinking clearly.

It seems that reviving the strong in this ten thousand race battlefield is not a loss-making business, at least the power of luck is priceless.

At this time, Concubine Qing looked at Fang Yue.

"Hey, why is there still a mark of reincarnation on your body?"

Fang Yue was slightly surprised.

He almost forgot about this stuff.

He passed the reincarnation assessment that year, and then the mark of the reincarnation seemed to be sealed!

Now think about it, the person who sealed this thing should be Ruyizi.

Samsara, Order, etc. will come into contact with the dark world, which is too dangerous, so Ruyizi sealed this thing in order to let Fang Yue grow up healthily and happily!

Later, Fang Yue forgot the seal.

Now Qing Concubine mentioned it again.

Fang Yue shook slightly.

The Mark of Reincarnation is activated again.

"Trigger the mission to protect the Tianjiao of Human Race-Chen Qingnian will not die for ten days! Mission requirements: Resist Chen Qingnian's side within one day. Mission reward: 200 points of calamity. Punishment for mission failure: obliterate!"

"Di di di di! It is detected that the reincarnation is too strong, and the first-order reincarnation system cannot obliterate it. Mission failure penalty: no penalty."

Reality!

Fang Yue was stunned when he heard the voice of the mission.

The reward for the task was not high, and Fang Yue was hesitant to accept the task.

If it is not completed anyway, the first-order reincarnation system will not make any difference to him!

If you finish, the rewards are not attractive enough!

Fang Yue is a very realistic person.

He will not be full to complete a dispensable task in the mark of reincarnation.

"Why? Just now I saw the reincarnation mark on your body gave birth to light, did you trigger the mission?"

Concubine Qing looked at Fang Yue, with a faint smile on her mouth.

It seemed that all this was in her expectation.

"Well! Look for a human arrogant to protect him from death for ten days! The reward for success is the power of two hundred calamities."

Fang Yue is quite calm, this reward seems to be a bit insignificant to him.

"You don't want to accept this task, do you?"

Concubine Qing seems to have seen Fang Yue's careful thoughts.

"This task, I don't feel much fun!"

Fang Yue said decisively.

"The reward is not high, it wastes time, ten days, I can do a lot! For example, to revive the heroic spirits in the battlefield of ten thousand races, a lot of special materials and various resources are needed, and I need time to collect!"

Fang Yue said seriously.

"Aren't you still repelling the identity of the master of this ten thousand race battlefield?"

Qing Concubine teased.

Fang Yue hesitated, and then said: "I can only say it is really fragrant!"

The power of luck is so rare.

Resuscitating a hero can get a lot of luck and can also make the restored hero's allegiance, even if it is not followed forever, a period of allegiance is also very good!

Guys like Mobei, if they resuscitate a few more, and arrange them in the human race of the Outland, the strength of the human race can be greatly improved!

"The Mark of Reincarnation, in fact, in the dark world, belongs to the most neutral and peaceful one of the Eight Great Seals! It has no fixed position and is only born for tempering! The tasks assigned by the Mark of Reincarnation are often beneficial to your growth. Yes, if you can dig out some of the hidden information, you are destined to go further than others!"

Concubine Qing said seriously and solemnly.