Chapter 2829: White Sword Fairy

"Li Zizai, you old guy is still alive?"
Mozaha couldn't help showing a look of surprise after seeing the old man of the human race.
This is the strong human race who was born at the same time as him. In the era when he was born, Zizai was already half-footed into the coffin board. Unexpectedly, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the old guy is still alive with despair.
"It's just relying on self-proclaimed to continue the only life. Even if you are sealing ten civilization eras, there will be no improvement at all. Back then, you have been crushed by the calcaneus by the great demon king of the sky demon. Always stop in the early stage of the Great Luojin Wonderland, it is impossible to make a slight progress. Do you think that if you jump out to scare people, we will feel scared? The human race even releases old things like you, which proves the human race’s Weakness and incompetence."
Mozaha looked at the old man of the human race.
The serious expression on his face only lasted for a while, and in the end a sarcasm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This Li Zizai is already at the end of the battle.
Since he was unwilling to fall, he sent him one last pass, so that his other foot was completely thrown into the coffin board, and he could never live longer.
"Fang Yue be careful of the eternal copper coffin." Shi Meng reminded Fang Yue secretly.
"The immortality of the ancient people is not to be feared at all. They have no insight, although they want to use the eternal copper coffin as a bait, they don't know what the eternal copper coffin really means! "
There is a hint of anger in Shimeng's tone, as well as a hint of pity.
Fang Yue was also a little surprised, this dream of poetry did not even look at the eight thousand Daluo Jinxians present. Now let him be careful of the eternal copper coffin.
"What is this eternal copper coffin? I have never heard of the value and significance of this existence." Fang Yue asked in a low voice.
At this time, a real immortal of the Wu clan appeared behind him like a ghost.
The real immortal of the Wu clan pulled out the long knife on his waist. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, aimed at Fang's back, roared, suddenly waved the blade in his hand, and slashed towards Fang Yue's back.
Fang Yue sighed quietly when the blade was about to fall on him.
"Originally, I wanted to hide myself, and secretly attacked and killed a big Luo Jinxian. I didn't expect to expose my identity for you, a little true fairy. It's really a shame!"
Fang Yue turned around. His eyes fell on the true fairy who attacked.
"Soul and body separation!" The four words fell. The real immortal of the Martial Clan was directly taken away from his soul, standing still and unable to move.
Afterwards, Fang Yue skillfully took away the sincere body and soul of the Wu Clan.
"Who on earth are you? When did the human race appear as strong as you?"
Mozaha suddenly looked in Fang Yue's direction. A true fairyland level powerhouse has fallen, if he ignores it again, then he is not worthy to be a great Luojin fairyland level powerhouse.
This is a true immortal, even if the realm is a little vain, but it will not be so easily obliterated.
"Human, Fang Yue!"
Fang Yue took a step and introduced himself confidently.
"You are the descendant of the human race? Hahahaha, in the ancient times, how powerful was the same line of meditation? Three or five people are self-contained sects, and they fully suppressed It has been an era, and if the Celestial Lords were not removed in that era, they would be the strongest existence. But now that all the methods are combined, but the people are withered, and only you are left at the level of a saint. Nowadays. , I repaired the ten thousand magic swords and completely knocked them down into the long river of years, making them an eternal past, no longer able to turn over!"
Mozaha looked at Fang Yue. He pointed the finger at Fang Yue, and in his heart he recalled the past, how powerful was the same line of cultivating all methods in the past? However, when he heard that a powerful person of the ten thousand races at the level of Luojin Fairyland, he had to bow his head when he heard that he also cultivated a line, and he didn't even dare to say a bad thing. A sword light was cut out in the void, ending their lives.
That is the shadow shared by the strong of an era. But now the cultivating one line of all methods has not fallen to such a degree, and only one practitioner of the saint level remains as the inheritor.
And if he can finish all the methods and cultivate the last single seedling in a vein.
If other strong men from the ancient times revived, he would be enough to boast that he had put an end to the last brilliance of the same line of cultivating all methods.
Fang Yue glanced at the strong man from the ancient times.
"If you have the ability, try to touch my hair?" Fang Yue didn't feel how powerful this Mozaha was. Since the strong human race of the ancient times can kill him once, I myself can also kill this guy a second time for me.
"Hahahaha, is it possible that the inheritor of this era, who has cultivated the same line of all methods, has already trained his brain? He doesn't even have the most basic awe of the powers of the Daluojin fairyland level. Does he think he can? Do you rely on the saint's level of cultivation to contend with me?"
Fang Yue did not pay attention to the face of the ancient clan Da Luo Jinxian.
Years of deep sleep seems to have made him a little sleepy.
This time it is a battle of races.
It is not all personal force that controls everything.
All races are in the layout.
If the Human Race had long been informed and expected that this scene would occur, according to the Human Race's temperament, he would definitely not sit back and die, at least let the strong from so many races come and die.
There must be something left.
But what exactly is this second player?
Fang Yue held his breath.
He ignored the existence of Mozaha, turned around and left!
"Escape? Where do you think you can escape? Hahaha, this area of ​​a hundred li has been enveloped by me."
Mozaha's laughter became more public and arrogant.
He looked at Fang Yue's eyes as if a cat catching a mouse.
Fang Yue was extremely quiet.
For him, Mozaha's existence is just an episode.
If he wanted to kill Mozaha, Fang Yue firmly believed that within a hundred moves, this Mozaha would definitely die in his own hands.
However, after again?
He will face the crazy pursuit of the other seven Daluo Jinxians of the ten thousand clan.
He killed one big Luo, but he couldn't face seven at the same time.
There is no simple existence, regardless of ethnic group, that can step into the Daluojin fairyland level.
"What is the next layout of Terran?"
Fang Yue squinted his eyes, and he was thinking about this question repeatedly in his mind.
Suddenly, Fang Yue's eyes settled on the top of the eternal copper coffin that first attracted the human white-robed swordsman.
On the rusty coffin above, some ancient patterns began to emerge.
A phoenix poked its head amidst the dark green rust.
"Phoenix, the most famous is rebirth from the ashes!"
An inexplicable idea emerged in Fang Yue's mind.
All questions seem to have their own answers at this moment.
"Does the Human Race want to use this opportunity to rebirth the powerful in this eternal copper coffin?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yue's mouth.
It may be, but it may not be!
Moreover, with the urinary nature of the human race, if it is only for such a simple purpose, so much time and energy will not be wasted!
A blood-colored paper crane broke through the sky.
It fell on Mozaha's shoulder.
Mozaha's fingertips just touched the paper crane.
Thousand paper cranes suddenly exploded.
A scene from the front line emerged in the blood mist.
The blood ran into a river, and the corpses were everywhere.
The corpses of powerful ancient people were hung on the walls of the human race.
Looking around, there are three spirits and twelve true immortals.
On the ground, the corpses of the ancients were spread all over the earth, looking far away, endless, one after another.
As the setting sun fell, the orange light made the blood on the ground even more dazzling.
Afterwards, the image formed by the blood mist slowly dissipated.
"what is this?"
Mozaha's pupils shrank suddenly.
He seemed to understand something.
However, he dared not admit the guess in his heart.
"You are so exciting this time, don't you just want to explore the hole cards of the human race? As you wish, the human race can let you look at the hole cards of our race!"
The swordsman in white reappears.
He suddenly spoke.
No longer the high cold before.
His words began to increase.
"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?"
Mozaha came from the front line. He was originally a figure of the ten thousand clan.
On the front line, there are a lot of strong people from the ancient race like him, not only the Daluo Jinxian, but even the existence of the immortal monarch realm!
But they each have their own tasks.
Everyone sits in a different place!
Originally, Mozaha left by himself, and the front line between the human race and the ancient race was so long.
He thought Human Race would not be aware of it.
Even if the human race is aware of it, do they dare to attack the ancient race easily, break the deadlock, and take the initiative?
Mozaha came confidently.
In the end, I found how ridiculous my self-confidence is.
Terran started.
When the ancient tribe's presentation was the weakest, it gave them a fatal blow.
Yin Hong's blood and Hengchen's corpse gave him the most tragic answer.
Mozaha's body was shaky.
Those corpses hanging on the wall are the most loyal and capable subordinates he has trained in ancient times.
"Human Race!"
Mozaha gritted his teeth firmly, bloodshot in his eyes.
"This is a war, deceitful and deceitful, it's normal to live and die. When we step into the battlefield, we are ready to die! Our human race has this preparation, what about your ancients?"
The white-clothed sword fairy's voice was a little solemn.
After years of silence, the human race will finally awaken like a dragon.
The corpses of the strong ancient people on the front line are the sacrificial swords of the human race.
Mozaha took a deep breath.
"I understand, do you human race want to disturb my state of mind through these scenes? Sorry, I am Da Luo Jinxian, my state of mind is eternal, and will not turn back! Your calculations are superfluous!"