Chapter 940: No profit

Chapter 940: No Profit, No Early
"I knew that you would come! The wall of seal that the strong man from the other side of the universe dropped was not close to the strong man of the Great Sage level, and it is impossible to break it! There are true reliefs of beasts on it. Contains the true meaning of heaven! No matter who it is, attack on the relief, and the beasts in it will resurrect and attack the attacker. Therefore, there have been several leaders of the leader level have fallen, and even the existence of the saint level has been injured. There is almost no solution to such a relief, unless it is broken by a single force, or someone can penetrate the essence of the flaw and destroy it!"
On one of the eight-armed saint’s arm, there is a deep bone wound, dripping blood. Needless to say, he must be on the list of injured saints, so his face has always been so dark. ink!
"Why do you need my help to heal the injury?"
Fang Yue looked at the eight-armed saint playfully, the wound was deep, and the bones were faintly visible.
Above the bones, there was a faint red cursing force crawling like insects.
The curse is terrible, and even the saints cannot completely eradicate and solve it.
Of course, the saint’s methods are also very powerful. The curse cannot be eradicated, but it will be suppressed within a certain range and will not cause damage on a larger range.
For healing, the first thing the Eight-Armed Saint thought of was Fang Yue.
The little prince’s injuries were exactly the same as him, or even more serious. Fang Yue was able to help them heal the injuries. Compared to the little prince at the time, his injuries were nothing but drizzle.
"Part of the essence of life has been lost, and you need to use herbal liquid to make up for it, and your curse power has gradually taken root in the flesh and blood, and there is the possibility of sanctification. Even if I come to heal, I am afraid I will have to pay a certain price! "
Fang Yue's expression gradually became serious.
When a doctor is all this kind of routine, I first sighed, with a pity on my face, making you feel that there is no cure, and finally you will turn around and heal your injury, so you are embarrassed not to give the red envelope?
"How many?"
The eight-armed saint sprayed white smoke from his nose.
I knew it would be like this for a long time, and I couldn't afford it early without profit. This was Fang Yue's typical behavior.
Even if they once united and fought side by side, it was just a combination of pure interests, and there was not much friendship.
"Hey! Enter, give me a hundred drops of magic liquid, and I will heal your injury immediately!"
What kind of business should we do well these days?
One is the sale of human life, involving life and death, and no one can be careless.
One is monopolistic trading. Among the ten thousand realms, there are already few people who can undo the curse. This one-third of acre land, where can the Eight-armed Saint find such a person?
"no problem!"
The eight-armed saint's heart gradually let go, Fang Yue hadn't asked too much.
A hundred drops of God and Demon Liquid in the outside world may be a chance to reincarnate a hundred times, but in the eyes of the eight-armed saint, it is also the native product of their God and Demon Temple.
Fang Yue raised his hand, it was the wound of the eight-armed saint healed!
I've already known the Eight-armed Saint, everyone is the other's urinary sex, so Fang Yue didn't pretend to be a sage.
The power of the curse was absorbed by Fang Yue's red ring.
As for the remaining injury, a small amount of herbal liquid spilled on it, and it recovered naturally, and the wound recovered as before!
The injury recovered, and the eight-armed saint immediately got rid of a serious illness in his heart.
This curse is always a heart disease, although for the time being, the crisis cannot affect his life, but it affects the normal use of his strength.
"It's him! It's him! Fang Yue is here!"
Wang Xuan quietly turned and left just now. At this moment, he brought a saint over again.
The face of this saint is very raw, but Fang Yue can tell from the grievances on his face. This saint is definitely from the organizer of the Big Dipper!
Wang Xuan was beside him, jumping up and down, his face full of excitement.
Fang Yue!
This is a name that can make him rich!
Previously, the Beidou Controversy was convenient to issue a reward for who can find Fang Yue, provide accurate clues to the location, and reward one billion Lingshi!
Lingshi is not valuable, but it also depends on whom!
Wang Xuan is just an ordinary practitioner in the rotation realm, one billion spiritual stones, enough to make him worry about the resources of cultivation in the next hundred years.
Caibo touches people's hearts, not to mention that Wang Xuan has already seen Fang Yue displeased!
Why, you are the realm of heaven and earth, I am the realm of rotation, you can win the eye of the saint better than me!
This is a bit like the concubine of the harem fighting for favor, jealousy, terrible!
Sima Ying, the saint of the organizer of the Battle of the Beidou, is also very helpless!
Offering a reward to Fang Yue, the organizer of their Beidou fight indeed had this order long ago.
But the premise is that Fang Yue has escaped!
The organizer of the Beidou Controversy had long since taken a fancy to Fang Yue's treasure and methods, and wanted to take it as his own. Everyone was innocent and guilty.
However, this money-and-death transaction can only be carried out in private.
Under this large crowd, many forces gathered. The organizers of the Big Dipper, for no reason, killed the contestants of the Big Dipper.
Ok!
Even in the eyes of the public, the face of the organizer of the Big Dipper is long gone!
But the last fig leaf is always needed!
Just now, this Wang Xuan happily pulled himself up and said that he had a surprise.
I followed foolishly.
Is this a surprise?
Obviously it is scared!
Sima Ying looked at Fang Yue's small hostile eyes at this moment, it was really a little scary!
Offering a reward is an old thing, but the information on Fang Yue is up to date.
In the land of enchantment, Fang Yue, relying on the saint's magical weapons and formations, was able to fight against the Tailong saint, and caused the Tailong saint to be seriously injured.
This kind of strength makes people feel a little cautious and scared!
Tyrone, a saint, has been in the realm of Taoist saints for thousands of years.
No matter how useful he is, he can be regarded as a senior saint, so Sima Ying needs to worship and learn.
And Fang Yue was seriously injured, even just now, news came from above that Tyrone was dead.
Although the law enforcers immediately announced that they were responsible for the cause of Tai Long's death, Sima Ying always felt that this matter was inextricably related to Fang Yue.
Even an old saint like Tyrone is dead.
Sima Ying was only a young child who barely broke through to the realm of a saint not long ago through external forces.
He was really targeted by Fang Yue, would he go to the underworld to find Tyrone to play with him?
This is really a problem!
"My lord, bounty, spirit stone!"
Wang Xuan simply distinguished the situation that did not appear.
He thought Fang Yue was shocked by Sima Ying.
He hurriedly asked for a reward, lest Sima Ying would forget.
This sage is the dragon who sees the head but doesn’t see the end. Wang Xuan doesn’t think that Sima Ying’s identity as a saint will deliberately greet his spiritual stone, but it’s better to be cautious.
As for how to use spirit stones?
Hehe, Wang Xuan has already planned it!
Become CEO, marry Bai Fumei, and reach the pinnacle of life.
Properly rely on these billion spiritual stones!
"Yeah! I have offered a reward! You did a good job!"
Fang Yue's eyes squinted. Looked at Sima Ying.
Unexpectedly, the organizer of the Big Dipper had already hated himself to such an extent!
Sima Ying wanted to die Wang Xuan beside him.
What nonsense are you talking about!
He and Fang Yue fought hard, it is not always certain who will win!
If you add the ally eight-armed saint next to Shangyue, then you win or lose.
I must lose myself!
Sima Ying suddenly felt that she was very desolate.
A dignified saint has fallen to this point!
"Wang Xuan, are you crazy! You dare to be disrespectful to Master Yue, come here! Drag it out and kill it!"
Sima Ying is also a ruthless person, for his own life, directly push Wang Xuan out as a gun.
"Drag it out and cut it... there is something wrong with this script, right!"
Wang Xuan's eyes widened and shouted: "My lord, you are wronged!"
However, Wang Xuan's redress did not cause anyone to stop.
Two yin and yang level guards showed up and dragged Wang Xuan away. For a moment, a hundred meters away, a light rose.
Wang Xuan's head fell to the ground.
He originally wanted to use this opportunity to become a master, but unexpectedly he became a ghost under the sword.
"If there is nothing else, I will leave temporarily!"
Sima Ying looked stiff, and Fang Yue borrowed his knife to kill Wang Xuan.
Although Wang Xuan's death was not a pity, for Sima Ying, the loss of face made him even more uncomfortable.
"Go slow, don't send it!"
Fang Yue spoke slowly and waved goodbye.
This scene was reflected in the eyes of countless forces.
Since then, Fang Yue's momentum has come into being, sitting on the same level with the saint, no one dares to look down upon it again.
"This big cloud world, how did Fang Yue get in?"
The eight-armed saint looked at Fang Yue and spared him a circle. The key to entering the Great Cloud Realm was still in Fang Yue's hands.
Since Fang Yue can smoothly leave the Great Cloud Realm, he can also enter it smoothly.
The eight-armed saint had already deeply understood Fang Yue's attainments in space and heaven.
"Just stroll around like this, and naturally come out!"
Fang Yue was unwilling to expose the methods of the Yin-Yang Teleportation Array.
Xin Mi involved in this approach was too much.
The eight-armed saint took a deep look at Fang Yue. Seeing that Fang Yue was reluctant to say more, he didn't mention it again.
"Then, do you have any good way to break the space barrier?"
The eight-armed saint asked again that he still had to tie the bell to untie the bell. The space barriers laid down by the practitioners of the spatial and heavenly path naturally need people who also practice the spatial and heavenly path to solve it cleverly.
Fang Yue pondered for a moment: "Take a hole in, isn't it all right?"
"???"
The eight-armed saint stared, what idea is this special mother.
The space barrier just shows the appearance of lithology. If you can really drill a hole, then the fun will be great!
"Do not believe?"
Fang Yue smiled and looked at the eight-armed saint.
The eight-armed saint shook his head quickly, he naturally didn't believe it.
"Hey, look at me!"
Fang Yue walked straight to the side of a spatial rock wall.
A finger fell down.
A crack suddenly opened.
The breath from the big cloud world is coming!
"It's that simple?"
The eight-armed saint held his breath, and the space barrier that had been tossed by so many powerful people for so long was actually solved by Fang Yue easily.