God of Life and Death

Fang Yue was angry at them and asked them to drag the corpses of the two human virtual immortals that they had just harvested onto the altar.

The two ancient celestial celestial beings dragged a slow and firm pace.

At this moment, Fang Yue had used the civet cat in exchange for the prince to turn the object of sacrifice in the altar into a heroic spirit in the battlefield of ten thousand races.

The heroic spirits of this human race are hard to find, but there are a lot of powerful heroic spirits in the battlefield of ten thousand races!

The heroic dove occupied the magpie's nest and quickly absorbed the power of flesh and blood in the altar.

"I want the power of flesh and blood, I want the power of flesh and blood!" The heroic spirits in the battlefield of ten thousand races exuded hunger in the altar. Thirsty shout.

Lines of patterns in the altar lit up.

The patterns in this altar are quite particular. People of the ancient race did not know how to refine the power of life, but they can also change the power of flesh and blood into energy similar to the power of life through the runes in the altar. Although the level of this energy is much weaker than the power of flesh and blood, it is also absorbed by the heroic spirits and used to come back from the dead!

However, there is a great disadvantage of this pattern, that is, the conversion efficiency is too poor. Fang Yue's conversion efficiency is probably around 70 to 80%. The more fresh the flesh and blood, the higher the conversion efficiency.

However, the conversion efficiency of this ancient tribe's altar was the highest according to Fang Yue's calculation, which was about 20%. Most of the power of flesh and blood was wasted in the process of conversion!

"Fully support Altar No. 34, this **** guy has been unable to suppress it in advance!"

In front of the main altar, an ancient clan Daluo Jinxian wore a golden mask and cursed in a low voice.

He is the commander-in-chief of this ceremony, the general dispatcher!

Originally, according to the rhythm they had previously predicted, there would be at least one hour's time before offering sacrifices to the ancestor's heroic spirits in the altar and resurrecting them in a concentrated manner. Otherwise, it would easily arouse the vigilance of the human race and take advantage of the chaos to disrupt their sacrifice behavior.

However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

There is an altar that can't be suppressed in advance. There are ancient ancestors who want to go from the altar. Born!

They also had to temporarily change their plan, let the ancestors of the ancient tribe in that altar revive first!

The enormous power of flesh and blood was swallowed quickly.

The heroic spirits of the true fairyland level in the battlefield of that ten thousand races had already reached the level of the true martial realm in four small realms before they were alive. His foundation is extremely solid. If he wants to regain his forehead, he needs to consume the flesh and blood energy and all kinds of energy. Resources are also dozens of times the recovery of ordinary true immortals!

Fang Yue didn't say a word, he used all the flesh and blood power on the altar to support this true fairyland-level heroic spirit sleeping in the altar.

However, even so, these flesh and blood powers still seem insufficient.

"Even a tenth is not enough! Come again, come again!" Fang Yue pretended to be that ancient tribe's true fairyland-level sacrificial scream to the virtual fairy-level warriors around him.

He fully interprets the arrogant and domineering attitude of the ancient people's sacrifices.

This makes it more difficult to be suspected!

"Come again!"

An ancient imaginary fairy threw a real fairyland-level corpse.

The corpse is almost decayed.

This corpse belongs to the Dark Demons.

He dug it out from the graveyard of the Black Demon Race.

But even such a real fairyland-level corpse is powerful.

Among them, the power of flesh and blood is so abundant that it can be as good as the corpses of ten thousands of people at the virtual fairyland level!

The inscriptions in the altar are all lit up, shining brightly.

"Don't let this ancient race succeed in reviving his ancestors!"

At this time, there was a rapid voice in the human race.

However, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the chief sacrificial priest of the Daluojin fairyland level of the ancient race.

"It's too late! This sacrifice is destined to never stop once it starts! My ancient ancestors will surely dominate the world! Hahaha!"

When the big Luo Jinxian of the ancient race laughed wildly.

Luo Xiong had already surreptitiously overturned three ancient altars!

He steals the power of flesh and blood, and at the same time plunders the wealth of the creatures at the virtual fairyland level of the ancient race nearby.

He has now successfully advanced to the first level of the virtual fairyland after not knowing how many great sages of the ancient race have been robbed!

"Who has the power of flesh and blood? I have many rewards!"

Fang Yue is also a bit speechless, the real immortal in the battlefield of ten thousand races has too much demand for the power of flesh and blood!

He had already put into the altar about the power of all the flesh and blood of the six true fairyland powerhouses, and the progress of this heroic spirit's recovery has not even one-tenth!

He asked the ancient people for help.

Now the sacrifice of his ancient tribe is reviving the ancestors of the ancient tribe, how can we prevent the ancient tribesmen from shed some blood!

The people of the ancient race are also a little dazed.

According to the truth, this altar No. 34 should be the resurrection of a strong ancient clan at the real fairyland level. According to their previous experience and estimation, there should be enough flesh and blood of five strong real fairyland levels. If it is not enough, then Adding the flesh and blood of a real wonderland level powerhouse is almost the same.

But this altar is still full of desire for flesh and blood.

Could it be that they missed the consumption of the real fairyland level senior's recovery?

"It's not quite right!"

An ancient true fairy whispered.

"Don't worry about so much! If there is no flesh and blood support, this resurrection may fail!"

Fang Yue yelled. He dripped drops of soul liquid into the altar, allowing the souls of the heroic spirits to have a meeting to reshape and recover.

At this time, an ancient spirit fairy gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry about so many, this is the predecessor of my ancient clan. What has changed is that this predecessor has hidden his true strength before his death. It is the level of the real fairyland, but maybe two realms have reached the real martial realm? If this is the case, the more flesh and blood and the number of various elixirs consumed by this predecessor in the process of resuscitation The better! The more it consumes, it proves that the strength of this senior will be stronger after recovery!"

Fang Yue was impressed by the ancient clan’s brain circuit, and he doubted whether this was a spy he had hired.

What is said is so timely and so reasonable!

The strong men of other ancient races also nodded slightly, seeming to be persuaded by this statement.

At this time, Luo Xiong pretended to be an ancient clan and walked quietly to Fang Yue's altar.

He threw out a mass of flesh and blood, and then shouted: "For the race, contribute everything!"

Luo Xiong was hysterical, and there was a crazy smell in his voice.

After Fang Yue heard this voice, he couldn't help but be greatly moved.

"You pay for the race, and the race will not treat you badly!"

Fang Yue raised his sleeve robe.

Thousands of high-grade original crystals flew out and fell into Luo Xiong's hands.

Luo Xiong instantly refined it and broke through to the second level of the virtual fairyland.

This thing is a broken window effect.

As long as there is a first place, there will be a second, third, and fourth place.

After seeing that Luo Xiong used the power of flesh and blood to trade the corresponding resources, many people of the ancient race followed suit and contributed the power of the flesh they collected on the battlefield to Fang Yue, allowing him to restore the truth of the ancient race. Senior immortal.

There was even an ancient true fairy who hesitated and contributed the body of a human true fairyland powerhouse that he had just killed not long ago.

The true immortal of the human race died extremely tragically, his front chest and back were all knife marks and sword marks.

After Fang Yue saw the corpse of the real fairyland powerhouse of the human race, his heart could not help but burst into anger.

However, he didn't make any announcements, but instead collected the body of the real immortal of the human race who could be a powerful person, to see if there was any hope of resurrecting him.

The power of flesh and blood in the altar is more and more full, but for the heroic spirit summoned in the battlefield of ten thousand races, it is only a drop in the bucket.

He was once the benchmark of an era, and he was incredibly tough.

If it is a resurrection, he also needs to consume a huge amount of flesh and blood power before he can fully resurrect.

But now, among the ancients, more and more people are beginning to doubt.

Because even if this true immortal of the ancient race had one or two realms to reach the real martial realm, it should be similar.

They roughly estimated that the number of flesh and blood essences in this altar has reached at least all the flesh and blood essences of the eight true wonderland powerhouses.

Even if this person really has a real martial level, it should be almost the same!

"No! Although you have the aura of my ancient race, your real realm is not a true immortal. True immortal has that kind of temperament that rises above the world, overlooks sentient beings, and transcends the mundane world, but I did not have any feelings in your body. !"

Less than a hundred meters away from Fang Yue, a spirit immortal of the ancient tribe who approached quietly and quietly suddenly got into trouble.

He had already doubted Fang Yue's identity.

It's just that I wasn't sure before.

And now, he got closer and found that there was indeed a problem with this guy's identity.

"Hahaha! There seem to be a few smart people in the ancient race. But since you have seen through, then I don't need to hide it!"

Fang Yue grabbed the ancient spirit fairy.

This is an ancient strong man in the third level of the spiritual fairyland. He is quite famous among the ancient clans and can be regarded as a well-known strong man.

However, he didn't look enough in front of Fang Yue. Fang Yue grabbed him and threw it into the altar.

In the altar.

A burst of strong blood fills the world!

Fang Yue sacrificed this spirit immortal to revive the heroic spirits in the battlefield of the ten thousand races in the altar.

"My buddy, it's time for you to recover. If you don't recover now, my business is really a loss!"

"Ah! What are you doing? This is a spiritual fairyland level being actually given you a living sacrifice!"

A big Luo Jinxian from an ancient tribe roared.

The clansmen at the spiritual fairyland level are already among the elite among the ancient clans!

Every spirit immortal is the hope of the race, and now he is killed by life!

"Hahaha! Don't worry! Enough is enough! My Molo is back again!"

The altar burst, and a figure appeared with a wild laugh.

He actually manifested into the appearance of an ancient tribe, with dragon horns born.