Chapter 2342: Direct blood relative

Fang Yue turned his head, Luo Daoyi continued to look forward, the two of them clung to their backs, observing the surroundings, leaving no blind spots in their vision.
"Succubus?"
Fang Yue looked in the direction the voice came from, and a translucent soul appeared in front of him.
This is the soul of a fascination, with enchanting makeup, plump body, and revealing clothes, full of a charming smell.
Even Fang Yue felt his heart beating in his chest.
This is the innate talent of charm demon, and only a firm will can resist the influence of this temptation.
"Hehe, I didn't expect anyone in this era to remember the slave family's ethnic group!"
The charm demon is full of enchanting and charming attitude.
Fang Yue killed him with a punch without saying a word.
The most annoying succubus!
Fang Yue didn't like this feeling of being charmed by others.
The Charm Demon is the body of the soul, illusory and without a physical body. Although she has the cultivation base of the virtual fairyland, she is extremely afraid of the blood of the physical body.
Soul to Yin, Qi and Blood to Yang.
The two contradict each other.
Fang Yue punched out, causing the slam demon to evaporate directly from the world!
"This is so special! The heroic spirits suppressed under the battlefield of ten thousand races have come out! The fighting creatures should become the sacrifices of these heroic spirits, and let them manifest in the world!"
Fang Yue immediately understood the current situation. It is said that this ten thousand race battlefield was originally an ancient tomb.
A strong man of the past is buried in it, and their heroic spirits are asleep, waiting for the blood to soak, one day they can wake up and return!
Most of the tens of thousands of people in the underworld laughed at this legend.
However, as the master of the battlefield of ten thousand races, Fang Yue knew that this legend was not fictitious, but most likely to be true. The reason why these heroic spirits under the battlefield of ten thousand races did not wake up was because the time had not arrived.
Now that the time is ripe and the heroic spirits return, perhaps all the creatures of the universe will become their hunting targets.
"Leave this battlefield now! The people of the Wind Clan should be dead, and there is no need for us to come here!"
Luo Daoyi also knew the rumors about this ten thousand race battlefield, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true. Luo Daoyi was also a little confused about the sleeping heroic spirits in the battlefield of ten thousand races. The battlefield of ten thousand races has existed forever, spreading throughout the underworld, spanning countless civilizations.
How strong is the heroic spirit suppressed under him, he has no idea!
Maybe there are Tianzun and Supreme who died in battle in the past, just come out, a single hair can crush them two to death.
Fang Yue grabbed Luo Daoyi.
"Pray for wealth and danger, this ten thousand race battlefield may not be a turning point for my human race! We each leave a clone, and then let the real body leave, go deep into this ten thousand race battlefield to see if there is a resurrected heroic spirit of my human race!"
"Why the human race has declined and why it has been bullied by the human race is not because there are no powerful people in the human race returning. If the human race has heroic spirits in the battlefield of these races, wake him up and fight for the human race! The crisis we face can be fundamentally resolved!"
Fang Yue's tone was sonorous and powerful.
Luo Daoyi is not as optimistic as Fang Yue.
"The people buried in the battlefield of ten thousand races do not know which civilization era is the creature. Even if the heroic spirits of the human race exist, it is still unknown whether they will help the human race after their resurrection! And, the resurrected creatures and Today’s human race, who owns the status of the human race, and who stabs it will become a problem! I can only say that I will try it once with you. If it fails, I will no longer support your plan to resurrect the human race in the battlefield of ten thousand races!"
Luo Daoyi's voice is low.
The excitement on Fang Yue's face gradually faded.
Luo Daoyi's thoughtfulness and close thinking, for a time, Fang Yue did not consider so many problems.
"Whether it works or not, let's try it!"
To be conservative, Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi's deities all withdrew from Battlefield 074 in the east.
"How did you two come out?"
Nangongye unexpectedly looked at the two of them, how long is this!
Why did these two come out?
Fang Yue recounted what he had seen and heard in the battlefield.
"The battlefield of ten thousand races does have a lot of weirdness. In my era, there is a saying that this battlefield of ten thousand races is the cradle of geniuses and the grave of the strong!"
Xuan Zhen spoke slowly, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
Fang Yue and Xuan Zhen faced each other, and Xuan Zhen sighed softly.
"This ten thousand race battlefield is too weird! If you insist on taking advantage of your strength, you also need to be careful. Not all heroic spirits are buried in the ten thousand race battlefield because of their deaths!"
Xuan Zhen seemed to be in a state of memory.
"In the era when I was in, there were some strong men who were hopeless to break through or their lifespan was about to run out. They would take the initiative to walk into the battlefield of ten thousand races and merge with that piece of land. They are waiting for one day to recover and return and wait until the next civilization. When the era opens, get more opportunities to break through the bottleneck of the realm! At the same time, there are often ominous occurrences in the battlefield of ten thousand races. Some people call the battlefield of ten thousand races an ominous place!"
Although Xuanzhen is only a statue of Buddha, he has inherited many memories and experiences of Buddhist monks.
For the battlefield of ten thousand races, many real powerhouses in the world are all secretive.
The battle between good and evil on this ten thousand race battlefield has also stretched for countless times and has always been spread among ten thousand races.
"Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races..."
Tian Mohou was also taken aback for a moment, but he didn't say much, his gaze fell to a farther place, thoughtfully.
"Luo Daoyi, you and I will send a clone to enter!"
Fang Yue no longer hesitated, borrowing troops from the battlefield of ten thousand races, if he succeeds, he can alleviate the huge crisis facing the human race today.
"it is good!"
Luo Daoyi throws out a doll. This doll is at the peak level of the virtual fairyland. The material is expensive, but it is forged from black gold. Today's body, even the powerhouse of the true fairyland level cannot handle it in a short time. destroy.
Fang Yue also gathered a avatar with heaven and earth vitality, and injected a ray of divine consciousness into it.
However, Fang Yue went with his sincerity this time, and he carried a jade bottle and a brocade box along with him.
In this jade bottle, it was loaded with ten drops of rank six soul power, and in the brocade box, there was a great sage yuan pill.
The two once again stepped into the East Battlefield 074, which was still flooded with hot lava.
As soon as Fang Yue and Luo Dao stepped into the core position of Battlefield 074 in the east, they did not know how long they walked before they saw a huge golden palace towering majestically.
This palace is magnificent and magnificent, and even if it is hundreds of miles away, you can feel the abundance in it.
"This is a divine heavenly palace, not the main body, but it still reaches the level of a true fairyland magic weapon!"
When Luo Dao stopped, he squinted his eyes and looked at the magnificent palace.
"Shendao Tiangong was the residence of Tianzun Luo Shendao before five civilization epochs. Luo Shendao became Tianzun. It took millions of years to build Shendao Tiangong into a Tianzun artifact! Later, before the beginning of the three civilization epochs, Luo Shendao disappeared, and the Shendao Tiangong disappeared with it! Unexpectedly, someone forged a real fairyland-level imitation of the Shendao Tiangong! I am afraid that this Tiangong has some of the power of the body!"
"It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Why do you guys stop at the gate of my palace and refuse to come in for a comment?"
A clear voice came from the heavenly palace.
Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi did not hesitate, they joined hands and stepped into the heavenly palace.
And the gate of the Heavenly Sword Palace also opened.
"Sure enough, it is the residence of the ancient Shura people!"
As soon as Luo Dao saw the layout of the heavenly palace, he couldn't help but feel a dizzying feeling!
In the Tiangong, on both sides of the corridor, every ten meters, there is a burly soldier in a scarlet armor standing on the side.
On the bodies of these burly soldiers, blood-colored smoke clouds lingered, and a faint aura permeated from their armor and weapons.
Every soldier is at the peak of the virtual fairyland. According to Fang Yue’s estimation, they should be suppressed by the rules of this battlefield. Once they step out of this battlefield, they will definitely be able to return to the real fairyland and even higher levels. Of combat power.
At the end of the corridor, there is an ancient temple.
On the walls on both sides of the temple, there are imitations of Tianzun's artifacts.
Chen Bell, Mu Drum, Xuanyuan Sword, Tianzun Ruler... and so on, the imitation of Tianzun's magical artifacts, the body of each of them once left a prestigious name in the world.
A slightly pale, weak young man sat on the Throne of Blood in the middle of the hall.
The two eight-winged blood angels beside the young man had already broken through the limits of the rules of this second-level ten thousand race battlefield, and stepped into the real fairyland level.
And that young man seemed to be a cloud of mist, at least at the level of Fang Yue and Luo Dao's spiritual mind that could not detect the specific cultivation level of this young man.
"The two are guests from afar, why not sit down and I will explain the doubts in my mind for both of you!"
The boy's voice was hearty, not as weak and gloomy as his appearance.
Luo Daoyi shivered and knelt on one knee.
"The disciple Luo Daoyi paid a visit to the ancestor Luo Feng!"
Luo Daoyi's voice was trembling.
The teenager was taken aback for a moment, and then the smile on his face bloomed like flowers.
"Are you a disciple of the Luo family?"
The boy looked at Luo Daoyi and asked with interest.
Unexpectedly, after several civilized epochs, he could actually see his bloodline disciples.
Although the years passed, billions of time disappeared.
But the weak resonance in the bloodline cannot be wrong.
"The disciple is the first thousand and 281st generation descendants of the Luo family!"
There is a hint of cry in Luo Daoyi's voice, but Luo Daoyi, who has always been cunning, is a rare expression of true feelings at this moment.
"Are you really my direct blood relative?"
Luo Feng showed a touch of emotion.
"People of the Luo family dare not look to their ancestors! I have always enshrined the portrait of Lord Luo Feng. Lord Luo Feng is the eighth generation ancestor of my Luo family. During the festive season, there will be people in the clan dedicated to Lord sacrifice!"
Luo Daoyi's words were sonorous, and he actually took out a picture scroll from his storage bag.
The scroll unfolded, and the person in the scroll was exactly what Luo Feng looked like.
The young man is handsome, detached, free and easy, personable, and out of dust.