Chapter 2397: Crazy

Wusu walked out of the strange stone garden, and this rat-human tribe made a hand at Fang Yue in front of his strange stone garden. This is already touching his bottom line. Has this rat race already ignored their demon tribe?
Wusu had deliberately ignored Fang Yue's offer of a reward for the Rat People.
This is a typical double standard. After all, this Fang Yue has just given him a lot of Dao Will, and this Fang Yue has the possibility of cooperating with the unparalleled methods of smelting the stone, and he cannot easily turn his face because of this small matter.
Feiyu Arrow stopped in front of Fang Yue.
The arrow hovered, and the waves of the long river of time surged out.
In a blink of an eye, the waves are overwhelming.
With a bang, the huge wave slapped, smashing all the nine flying feather arrows into dregs, and then all the remains of the flying feather arrows were taken away by the tide of the years and became the eternal past.
"After all, the power of time can only be offset by the power of time! Under the long river of time, this flying feather arrow can only turn into ashes!"
Wusu sighed.
His face was full of emotion.
Wusu had some understanding of Fang Yue, and he also knew that Fang Yue had confronted the immortal old man.
Both of them are proficient in the power of time.
Especially Fang Yue seemed to be even better than the immortal old man in terms of the power of time.
If this mouse-human flying feather arrow encounters an ordinary true fairy, it might really be a nirvana!
But the words used to deal with Fang Yue are quite a bit of a big knife in front of Guan Gong.
"Feiyu Arrow was just like that?"
The true celestial body of the rat people tribe is stiff, and the small green bean-sized eyes are round, as if they are the size of red dates.
His breathing became hurried.
This flying feather arrow is his assassin.
Originally, he kept the flying feather arrows to deal with the true immortals of the human race or even the strong men who severely inflicted the spiritual fairyland.
Who would have thought that this flying feather arrow would be broken in front of Fang Yue, and did not make any contribution.
"Is this the treasure of your rat people? It doesn't seem to be that great!"
Fang Yue said casually.
There was a faint murderous intent in his eyes.
"You, what kind of evildoer are you, you can resist flying feather arrows! This flying feather arrow is said to be difficult to resist even the strong of the real fairyland! Without special means, even the level of the spiritual fairyland is difficult to suppress. what!"
The true fairy of the rat people roared, and his heart was shocked.
"Ravens? People of yours can disappear in this space! You don't have to come to the door for yours, I will pull out the gathering spots of yours! Put yours in me Slowly refining in the pool of blood, and then use their flesh and blood to revive the heroic spirits in my clan!"
The murderous intent on Fang Yue could not be restrained from spreading.
The true fairy of the Ratman tribe said sternly, "Fang Yue, dare you!"
"Hahaha! What's not to dare! You rat people have already bullied me, if I swallow so blindly, I really make you think that Fang Yue is a bully!"
Fang Yue was also fed up with the aggressiveness of this rat people.
He even did not hesitate to shoot him just now.
As soon as Fang Yue's voice fell, a hearty voice came.
"The subordinate forests were ordered by Master Fang Yue to smash the place where the Rat people gathered in the West Valley with three hundred tribes, kill the three false immortals of the Rat people tribe, eighteen great saints, seventy-one saints, countless lives under the saints! "
Lin Mu brought three hundred silver saints and appeared in front of the rat people.
Each of these three hundred silver saints soared into the sky, as if they were descending from heavenly soldiers and generals, and any one of them was full of energy and blood.
Lin Mu slapped his storage bag, and the corpses of the rat people flew out from it, and each corpse was still filled with a strong atmosphere.
The corpses of these scavengers represent a powerful creature in the scavengers.
The Scavenger tribe had killed so many powerful members in battle overnight, which was also a heavy blow to the Scavenger tribe.
The West Valley is a strategic fortress of the rat people. There are a large amount of sky stone sand produced. These sky stone sand is an important material for forging saint magical instruments. The ten thousand people have a large demand for sky stone sand and are one of the important inputs of the rat people.
The destruction of the West Valley not only means the death of a large number of masters among the Scavengers, but also involves the loss of an important source of income for the Scavengers!
"Throw all the corpses of these rat people into the pool of blood. In the case of Xishan Valley, my subordinates are not strong enough, but I hope to be able to jointly manage and develop with you! Although I have occupied Xishan Valley, I also know that my management ability is limited. If you have the intention, you can cooperate with me to develop this valley, and I only need to take 20% of the profits!"
Fang Yue smiled and looked at the people around him.
Many people couldn't help being stunned.
This West Valley is a resource-rich place. The unearthed Tianshisha is an excellent resource whether for personal use or for sale! Fang Yue is not greedy. As long as 20% of the income is obtained, as long as he can manage this industry well, it is a steady source of wealth.
"My Celestial Race has some intentions, I don't know if Daoist Fang Yue is willing to cooperate with my Celestial Race!"
This person who had just left and returned like the wind, said Fang Yue with an expression of interest to me.
Fang Yue showed a faint smile: "If Young Master Rufeng wants to cooperate with me, I can't ask for it!"
The appearance of the wind made the true immortal face of the rat people like dust, completely severing the desire to recover the West Valley.
Even if he really had the ability to kill Fang Yue, this West Valley would only fall into the hands of the Celestial God Race.
If you want to get back the West Valley from the hands of the Celestial Clan, the difficulty is basically the same as pulling a tooth from a tiger’s mouth.
This Fang Yue is really not a thing. He couldn't keep this West Valley and shared it with some big clans. In this way, it can not only bind the interests, but also make the Rat people disgusting.
"Throw all the corpses of the rat people into the pool of blood! Although these rats are not capable of individual combat, they use quantity to compensate for the quality. If the quantity is sufficient, they can still revive the ancestors of my human race!"
Fang Yue said softly to Lin Mu.
Hearing Fang Yue's words, there was a chill in the hearts of the powerhouses of all races. What exactly does Fang Yue want to do?
He actually wants to use the corpse of the Ratman tribe as a kind of nourishment, and what kind of existence Fang Yue intends to resurrect. Nowadays, there are quite a few corpses in this pool of blood transformation, among which are the strong ones in the true fairyland of the Black Demon tribe. There are also the imaginary immortals of the rat people and a large number of existence below the imaginary fairyland. Even if it is to resurrect some passing true immortals, this battle is already big enough!
However, Fang Yue still had no bottom in his heart, and he didn't know whether his call and resurrection would be successful.
If it succeeds, it might be possible to have a powerful presence beside him. It adds a bit of heritage to the human race, but if it fails, the consequences are unpredictable. It is only the backlash of the will of heaven and earth, Fang Yue may not be able to bear it!
Because Fang Yue intends to use this blood pool to shape a body for Fang Han and let it come!
How powerful this Fang Han really is, Fang Yue dare not judge arbitrarily now.
The stronger Fang Yue is, the more powerful he can feel when he comes into contact with Fang Han.
This Fang Han's deity was sealed in an unknown place. One person suppressed several civilized universes. Those civilized universes have been completely invaded by the Destroyed Demons. He wants to attack the Ten Thousand Universes, and Fang Han resisted the destruction alone. While being sealed by the Demon Race's thousands of troops, they also blocked the way to destroy the Demon Race.
According to Fang Yue's estimation, this Fang Han is at least a Great Luojin Wonderland level existence!
Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for him to resist the army of destroying the demons!
Fang Yue is here to shape his body!
There are two possibilities. One is that they will not be rejected by the will of the underworld universe, so that Fang Han can descend safely! The other is hindered by the will of this underworld universe. When the time comes, not only the fleshy shell he carefully shaped for Fang Yue will be wiped out, but he will also be completely scummed under the fierce disaster!
In order to prevent the second possibility from happening, Fang Yue can only try to accumulate sufficient flesh and blood power in the blood-melting pool to ensure that the fleshy shell that Fang Han shapes is strong enough, even if the second kind of mutation is finally won. Let Fang Han have a certain ability to deal with the will invasion of this underworld universe!
"Summon the ancestors of your human race to resurrection? Hahaha, Fang Yue, don't be bluffing. Who does not know that the ancestors of your human race have been lost in the ancient battlefields, and they can't come back! If not! If this is the case, how can the Black Demon Race and the Wind Race clowns attack you! The Human Race will eventually be destroyed in this catastrophe. All your glory and all your glory will become the past of the underworld!"
The true fairy of the rat people laughed.
The decline of the Terran is a foregone conclusion. Fangyue alone is hard to support. The former princes and strong men of the ten thousand races have returned and are constantly recovering. However, the Terran is relying only on the strong of one era, and it is absolutely inevitable! Unless you can welcome the return of those strong human races trapped in the ancient battlefields, otherwise, their heroic spirits do not exist in this world! Even if you want to summon their heroes to return, it is in vain!
The true immortal of the Ratman tribe was already blushing, he didn't hesitate to say anything, and even said some secret things.
Fang Yue felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this.
He knew that the human race was in a worrisome situation, but he didn't expect that even the heroic spirits would not be able to summon the strong human race in the underworld. Those strong human races are trapped in the ancient battlefields. Maybe they have not fallen. The heroic spirit was born and guided back?
"Haha! The strong human race can't return? Who said this? Do you think all you know is the truth? If the strong human race can't return, what happened to me?"
At this time, a strong voice came from the black blood forest.