God of Life and Death

The other two immortals of the ancient clan looked at each other, and invariably chose to shoot at Xiaobai.

At this moment, there was no more pride on their faces.

There was only an indescribable look of horror in the eyes of the other party.

"This Fang Yue may not be something to be afraid of, but this monster at the level of the real fairyland does indeed have the combat power of the level of the fairyland, and this monster is not an ordinary powerhouse at the level of the virtual fairyland!"

Fang Yue closed his eyes slightly.

His mental power seems to have turned into countless tentacles that spread and grow in the void.

Void Blockade!

Fang Yue cut off the way for these ancient tribes to seek help from abroad.

"You are so cruel!"

An ancient clan at the Da Luojin fairyland level suddenly opened his eyes, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Just now, he fused his spiritual power into the void and wanted to ask the ancients for help from the outside world.

As long as they open this layer of blockade and can communicate with the outside world, I believe that they will soon be able to absorb the power of the outside world and gradually restore their origin.

No matter how bad it is, they can leave temporarily and fight Fang Yue after recovery.

However, Fang Yue used his mental power to turn it into an invisible big net, which was impenetrable and connected all of them in it.

"kill!"

Fang Yue spat out a killing word.

His eyes were round, with a ruthless look.

A streak of dark red blood spread on the whites of his eyes, like cobwebs.

Spiritual attack!

An invisible sword pierced into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness of the ancient Daluo Jinxian who just wanted to ask for help.

With a click, the other party's sea of ​​consciousness was torn apart.

His soul gradually weakened, and finally went out like a candle in the wind.

The ancient body fell straight to the ground.

When he saw that the other party's soul completely dissipated, Fang Yue just gradually felt relieved.

"A spiritual practitioner! There are really many talents among the ancients!"

If the other party is not dead, Fang Yue's heart is uneasy!

Spiritual practitioners have always been known for being elusive.

Fang Yue is walking on a path.

If he is in the process of Xianjun's fierce fight, the other party will participate in a little bit, and cast an illusion constructed by his spiritual power for him.

It only takes a short breath of time to make Fang Yue fall into a state of doom.

"One more dead!"

One of the only remaining two immortals of the ancient clan did not know whether it was melancholy or what.

He looked at the spirited Daluo Jinxian of the ancient clan, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Daluo Jinxian of the ancient clan was supposed to die on the battlefield, but I didn't expect that I, waiting for the last breath, to gain the hope of gaining a first line of preaching at the end of the era of civilization, was killed here in the end. , is the reincarnation of heaven and earth, is the retribution unhappy? Maybe I should have died in the Middle Ages!"

The immortal king of the ancient clan was still brooding about what happened back then.

"It has nothing to do with retribution, it's just the position of the ethnic group is different! Today, the ancients are aggressive, and they want to revive the powerhouses in the Middle Ages and destroy the human race. My human race is not willing to sit still, so I can only do it first! I can wipe out the ancient powerhouses in the Middle Ages, but if I can kill one of them, I can at least have a little more room to fight back when the ancients want to wipe out the human race, so that they won’t be pressed on the ground and rubbed!”

Fang Yue explained the cause and effect clearly.

At the same time, he was secretly recovering the mental power he had just consumed.

How easy is it to deal with practitioners of the spiritual power lineage at the level of Daluojin fairyland.

Don't look at Fang Yue's light weight, killing invisible, but in fact, the blow just now has consumed 30% of Fang Yue's soul power.

A large amount of soul power was refined, allowing his spiritual power to quickly return to the state of its heyday.

"So that's the case, is it a battle between ethnic groups?"

The immortal prince of the ancient clan nodded slightly.

"If this is the case, life and death, I will have no regrets in my heart!"

There is still a hint of bitterness in the smile of the ancient fairy.

"The doomsday is coming, and there are still infighting among the ten thousand races! Is the tragedy of the Middle Ages going to repeat itself? Haha, the ancients and the human race are just humble ants in front of the doomsday!"

The Immortal Monarch of the ancient clan had a melancholy expression on his face, and the recovery of his breath continued to expand.

"My origin has been exhausted over a long period of time. You are willing to sacrifice yourselves to restore the power of origin for me, and kill this underground palace!"

The Immortal Monarch of the ancient clan suddenly roared.

When the rest of the ancients heard the words, they all showed an excited look.

"I am a mere spiritual cultivator. Even if I recover to its peak state, it is difficult to turn the tide and defeat the doom! I have already earned it after sleeping for hundreds of millions of years. General, I am willing to sacrifice myself to help the general recover and help!"

An old man at the peak level of Spiritual Immortal Realm laughed, which seemed to be a relief.

He suddenly burned himself.

It turned into a blood shadow and fell into the body of the ancient Xianjun.

The Immortal Monarch of the ancients is even better!

Sacrifice from the same clan, with similar origins, makes his recovery smoother!

"Me too!"

Another burly ancient clan at the peak of the Spiritual Immortal Realm waved a pair of hammers in his hand, he said in a muffled voice.

With a bang, a pair of heavy hammers like a mountain fell to the ground.

He sacrificed himself and turned into a mass of rich golden light that merged with the immortal king of the ancient clan!

The breath of the immortal king of the ancients is rising steadily!

When he looked at Fang Yue again, his eyes were completely different.

"If it weren't for the ethnic group, in order to leave a line of roots for the ancients in the final calamity, I would have already gone with my brothers in the Middle Ages! Today, you can't stop me!"

The voice of the Immortal Monarch of the ancient clan is sonorous and powerful, extremely tenacious!

His breath and will were one.

It's as hard as a diamond!

"Iron-blooded army, set off!"

Behind the immortal king of the ancient clan, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of iron-blooded troops.

The pomp of the Middle Ages reappears in the world.

The iron hoof is broken, and the mountains and rivers are broken!

The sun and the moon are in the sky, according to the past and present!

Fang Yue's mind seemed to echo the battle song of the Jagged Army!

This is an ace army of the ancients in the Middle Ages!

Conquering the world, all you look up to, even a powerful doomed creature will be frightened when it hears the iron hoofs of the Iron-blooded Army, and dare not fight!

"Iron-blooded army, set off!"

The other ancient tribes all roared, and they waved the weapons in their hands, their blood boiled!

"If it weren't for hostility, I'd be happy with the wine. It's a pity that since their positions are different, I can only offend!"

Fang Yue sighed softly.

Destiny fools people!

Originally, he was fighting for the human race to eliminate hidden dangers.

As a result, the scene in front of him made him seem like a big villain.

But the villain is the villain!

For the sake of the human race, Fang Yue took the charge!

A scroll is in the air, overwhelming!

This is one of the scrolls of the Supreme Realm that Murong Bo gave him!

Fang Yue knew that he was not the opponent of these ancient clans. Even if their origins were exhausted, it would be difficult for him to fight against them.

Murong Bo's scroll is Fang Yue's real killer.

The scroll of the Supreme Realm turned into a round. big day.

Light up the entire underground palace!

"The sword of iron and blood, tearing apart the sky!"

After seeing the scroll.

The Immortal Monarch of the ancient clan was not at all frightened.

He gave an order, and the power of all the ancients in the underground palace gathered towards him.

Battle formation!

He's the only one who sees it!

His breath was rising steadily, and it seemed that he had returned to the peak of the past.

A blood-stained iron sword gradually manifested in his hand!

Slash with a sword.

Murong Bo's scroll was torn in half.

Jagged expedition, no one is invincible!

Even the scrolls of the Supreme Realm level are the same.

Fang Yue did not expect that he would eventually underestimate the combat power of the ancients!

If Murong Bo was there personally, he might be able to suppress them.

However, it's just a scroll.

How could it be possible to destroy some of the elites in the iron-blooded army with part of the power entrusted to Murong Bo!

"Iron and blood are invincible!"

The Xianjun shouted loudly.

Click, click!

Suddenly, his body left like a sculpture.

"General!"

"General!"

One after another, the great Luo Jinxian of the ancient clan shouted loudly.

However, their call has been unable to call back the general of the Jagged Army!

In the Middle Ages, he was already severely injured when he fought against the doomed creatures. If not, he would not have fallen asleep to heal his wounds.

Hundreds of millions of years later, his injuries are still there.

If you don't use all your strength, it's fine, you can barely suppress the injury.

However, when he just fought against Murong Bo's decree, he used too much power and even gathered the origins of all the ancient tribes present, making a brazen blow.

This blow, even if brilliant.

But it is also a brilliant ending.

His old injury recurred hard to recover.

In the end, there is only one way to go!

The immortal king of the ancient clan fell.

His flesh was torn apart.

The rest of the ancient clan all wailed and wailed, extremely sad.

"Tao is different, not conspiracy!"

Fang Yue sighed.

When the hero fell, he also had a feeling of sympathy in his heart.

However, the current situation is like this. If the general of the Jagged Army does not die and eventually returns, the human race will not know how many geniuses and powerhouses will die in his hands!

"The scroll of the Supreme Realm has been used up, and you have no trump cards in your hand now, I see how you can kill me!"

The last immortal in the ancient clan said to Fang Yue.

He was always hidden under a black cloak.

A pair of green eyes seems to be floating in the air like two ghost fires!

Gives a terrifying feeling!

"I have one more!"

Fang Yue silently took out another scroll that Murong Bo gave him.

The people of the ancient clan all glared angrily.

"If you have the ability, you can rely on your true strength to fight. What kind of hero do you count as killing me with foreign objects!"

One of the big Luo Jinxian roared.

Fang Yue rolled his eyes.

"I'm just a great saint. If I reach the level of the Great Luojin Wonderland, you won't be able to resist even a single finger of mine!"

Fang Yue said this.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In the Great Sacred Realm, it is not easy to reach the level of Fang Yue!

If he is Daluo Jinxian, maybe they are really not Fang Yue's opponents!

A look of despair appeared on the faces of the ancients.