Chapter 1057

Although Fang Yue has some small means, he is still weak in the face of absolute suppression.

"Really?"

Fang Yue also smiled coldly. The ten thousand arrows fired at once, but it was just an introduction.

The real killer mace is still waiting for the witch repair of the hungry ghost road.

"Confused!"

Fang Yue is another rare witchcraft.

The evil ghost was caught and immediately stopped his figure in mid air.

Their bodies were no longer controlled by the hungry ghost Taoist witch, but fell into a state of chaos.

Wu Xiu, who was hungry, said with a click in his heart that the secret road was bad.

Fang Yue had shot again, pointed to the Wu Xiu of the hungry ghost Road, and whispered, "attract!"

In an instant, dozens of evil spirits went to the witch repair of hungry ghost road.

Their faces are ferocious. They want to peel and dig the bones of the hungry ghost Road, as if they have different hatred!

"Ah! You can't do this. I summoned you all from the underworld. I am your master. Listen to my words and will!"

The hungry ghost's Witch Xiu roared hysterically, but his voice had no influence on those evil ghosts who had become ferocious.

Sharp ghost claws and sharp teeth have all become weapons of killing.

Wuxiu of the hungry ghost road fought close to each other, but he was defeated by many evil spirits he summoned. Finally, he was torn alive.

"What a pity! The corpses are incomplete, and even the value of sacrifice is lost! Next time, I should be more gentle."

The Wu Xiu of hungry ghost road fell, and many evil spirits he summoned disappeared and returned to hell.

Fang Yue stepped on the fragments of the body of Wu Xiu in the hungry ghost Road, looked at the blood and body on the ground, and couldn't help talking to himself.

Fang Yue's face is harmless to people and animals, and he can't see the slightest cruel and violent appearance. However, his strange means and the bloody scene left after the battle make all the bystanders around shudder!

The storage bag left by Wu Xiu of hungry ghost road should have become Fang Yue's booty.

Fang Yue rubbed the storage bag and whispered to himself, "who wants my inheritance?"

For a moment, there was a silence around, and no one dared to rise.

For practitioners at the level of heaven and earth, it's humiliating to condescend to your honor to deal with a young witch practitioner on the second small step of the realm of one tripod, and Fang Yue doesn't have much to covet by the strong at the level of heaven and earth.

As for the practitioners at the level of innate environment, although they are ready to move.

But even if they did, they might not be Fang Yue's opponents.

Whether it's Marquis tianwu or the guy who just went hungry ghost Road, it's a typical lesson.

"It seems that no one wants my treasure and inheritance! Then I will continue to get my inheritance and dig my treasure!"

Fang Yue stepped into the huge tomb again.

The tombstones of these tombs suddenly look like a forest.

But this time, when Fang Yue walked among them, he did not arouse the resonance of more tombstones.

Fang Yue has been inherited by more than ten Taoism, and other witches are no longer willing to choose him.

Fang Yue shuttled through the tombstone for a long time, but no big tomb resonated with it.

Among the onlookers around, someone couldn't help laughing: "Fang Yue, you can't be greedy. It's a rare fortune to inherit a big tomb! This good thing can't all belong to your family. You should accept it when it's good!"

"Yes, Fang Yue! Your luck has run out and you have inherited more than ten tombs. You should be satisfied and find a place where there is no one to refine. Your harvest may enable you to rush into the level of heaven and earth in a short time! This is an unexpected harvest for you. Greed will only make you lose everything!"

The sound of dissuasion continued to fall.

Fang Yue showed his teeth and smiled.

He looked back at the onlookers and said, "thank you for your kind reminder. Since none of these tombstones choose me again, I'm relieved!"

Fang Yue's words made many people's hearts suddenly protrude.

What exactly does Fang Yue mean?

What does it mean that if he doesn't have a tombstone to choose him again, he will be relieved!

People's doubts haven't completely fallen.

Fang Yue has already made bold moves again.

He suddenly fell towards the tombstone of a tripod witch on the outermost edge.

With a bang, the tombstone collapsed, scattered and broken.

"Is that ok?"

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

With a thud, it seemed as if a heart fell.

Under the tombstone, the ghost of a great witch with an angry face surfaced and roared angrily at Fang Yue: "what do you want to do, young generation?"

"Living sacrifice!"

Fang Yue showed his red mouth and white teeth, and his smile was full of brilliant flavor.

The witch tripod fell, revealing the dark tripod mouth.

An irresistible suction suddenly surged, bringing the witch directly into it.

The ghost of the great witch was sacrificed alive and turned into a gray light, which was introduced into the depths of endless time.

There was no response to this sacrifice. But Fang Yue clearly sensed the origin of the ghost of the great witch, which made the body of the ancestors of the Fang family get a little supplement in the depths of endless years!

The treasure under the tomb was revealed.

Fang Yue copied it out and put it away!

In this way, a place of inheritance disappeared, and even the wealth was abducted by Fang Yue like a small bandit.

Savage, rough, unscrupulous!

People can't help but think of the same words.

Is this ferocious appearance that doesn't pay any attention to the witch tomb this day?

"So, is that ok?"

Next to him, there is a physical practitioner on the ninth floor of the congenital environment who is ready to move and cannot be inherited, so he forcibly intercepts it.

Learning from Fang Yue's fist, he smashed a tripod of the witch's tombstone on his side.

The shadow of the fist fell.

With a bang, the body repair on the ninth floor of the congenital environment was bounced alive.

Half of his arm was almost broken by the shock, but the tombstone was intact.

"Idiot!"

An elder of the man who shot covered his face.

Breaking skill with strength requires absolute strength as support.

Not anyone who wants to do it can do it.

"I'll try it, too!"

Another practitioner is unwilling to stand out. This man has stood on the fifth small step of heaven and earth. The tombstone he chose is also a tombstone of a tripod witch.

He summoned a stone tower and held it gently with his palm.

The stone pagoda floated and suddenly enlarged. From the size of the baby's fist, it seemed to be a real tower in the twinkling of an eye.

The stone tower fell towards the tombstone.

The tombstone remained motionless.

In the depths of that goal, a purple electric light quickly fell.

Electro optic chopping.

That day, practitioners at the level of the earth didn't even have time to react, but turned into a cold body and a strange place.

Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.

"Good chance!"

Fang Yue's eyes glowed with green light.

Like a clever ape, he shuttled through the crowd and appeared around the practitioners at the level of heaven and earth.

"Sacrifice!"

On this day, the practitioners at the local level just died, the vitality in the body is still surging, and the soul has never left the body. This is the best sacrifice.

Wu Ding sucked this guy's soul into it, and his action was crisp and neat.

The witch tripod was refined and the sacrifice began.

Sanskrit voices were singing.

On that day, the soul and body of the land practitioners turned into the purest source of strength and were driven into the depths of the endless river of time.

This sacrifice still has no feedback.

It seemed that the ancestors of the Fang family were silent.

But Fang Yue could vaguely feel that his ancestors had obtained this source to restore strength and continue fighting.

The depths of the endless river of time.

In an ancient world that has been cut off.

The whole world has evolved into a land of chaos and destruction.

Heaven and earth have been bombarded to pieces, and the disabled short halberds rise, fall and float in the void.

Broken limbs and arms rise and fall in chaos.

A figure was towering, like an insurmountable mountain. His eyes were closed, his lips were dry and cracked, and his skin was as dry and hard as walnut skin.

"Fang Han, you'd better give in! Under the purgatory chaos array that I destroyed the demon family, even the world has been refined and collapsed! How long can you persist with your perseverance and soul?"

Another towering figure was suspended in the air. He was looking down at Fang Han, completely a winner.

However, he did not dare to get close to Fang Han, and the trace of fear at the bottom of his eyes betrayed the real emotion in his heart.

Even though Fang Han has become the end of a powerful crossbow, he still doesn't dare to approach easily.

He was worried that Fang Han's dying counterattack would drag himself into the bottomless abyss.

Fang Han still closed his eyes and was indifferent to the man's persuasion.

Surrounded by 30 million soldiers who destroyed the demon clan singing together.

These warriors who destroy the demon clan, even the weakest one, are the strong ones in the saint realm of the outside world.

The dark black inscriptions born by singing are about the size of an adult's palm. Hundreds of millions of inscriptions envelop Fang Han's body. He is constantly eroding and refining.

Occasionally, Fang Han's body trembled slightly, and the inscriptions collapsed.

A large number of soldiers of the destruction demon family suffered a reverse bite, their flesh was broken, became a blood fog and died, and their souls were terrified.

Later, teams of Destroyer warriors filled the position of the slain.

In this way, the confrontation between the two sides is the result of losing both sides.

The leader of the destruction demon clan who had been persuaded to surrender was also trembling.

If they want to kill Fang Han, they also need to pay an extremely heavy price.

However, Fang Han has not been supplemented, and their soldiers who destroy the demon clan are endless.

Relying on the Kung Fu of water mill, Fang Han will be wiped out in the end.

The mantis who prevented them from destroying the demon family will eventually fall and become their stepping stone.

A small source of power came down from the dark.

Originally, Fang Han was silent, and a faint hope suddenly appeared in his desperate heart.

He could feel that one of his extremely weak descendants was constantly instilling strength into him in the way of sacrifice.

Although this force is small enough to be almost negligible.

However, the original power tempered by sacrifice can supplement the consumption of his body.

"My younger generation, still insist! I have no reason to give up!"

Fang Han's heart rekindled the flame of hope.

As long as the blood of the Fang family is not destroyed, these hateful destruction demons are not allowed to set foot on half of the territory of the ten thousand borders!