Chapter 2316

Fang Yue turned back and Luo Daoyi continued to look forward. Their backs were close to each other and observed the four directions without leaving any blind area of vision.

"Demon?"

Fang Yue looked in the direction of the sound, and a translucent soul appeared in front of him.

This is the soul of a demon, with charming makeup, plump figure and exposed clothes, full of charm.

Even Fang Yue felt his heart beating in his chest.

This is the charm demon's innate talent of seduction. Only a firm will can resist the influence of this temptation.

"Hee hee, I didn't expect anyone to remember my ethnic group in this era!"

The demon laughs and scolds, showing enchanting charm.

Fang Yue shot the past without saying a word.

Demon or something, the most annoying!

Fang Yue doesn't like the feeling of being seduced.

The demon is the body of the soul. It is ethereal and has no flesh. Although she has the cultivation of virtual fairyland, she is extremely afraid of the flesh and blood.

Soul reaches Yin and blood reaches Yang.

The two are mutually exclusive.

Fang Yue's fist let the demon evaporate directly from heaven and earth!

"This is a special birth! The heroes suppressed under the battlefield of all ethnic groups have come out! The fighting creatures should be turned into sacrifices for these heroes and let them manifest in the world!"

Fang Yue immediately understood the current situation. It is said that the ten thousand nationality battlefield was originally an ancient tomb.

A strong man of the past was buried in it. Their heroes were sleeping and waiting for blood to infiltrate. One day they could wake up and return!

Most of the ten thousand families in the underworld laughed at this legend.

However, Fang Yue, as the master of the ten thousand nation battlefield, knows that this legend is not fictional, but is very likely to be true. The reason why the heroes under the ten thousand nation battlefield did not wake up is that the time has not come.

Now that the time is ripe and the spirit returns, perhaps all heavenly creatures will become their prey.

"Leave this battlefield now! The people of the wind clan should be dead, and we don't need to come here!"

Luo Daoyi also knows the rumors about the ten thousand clan battlefield, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true. Luo Daoyi was also afraid of the heroes sleeping in the war field of all races. The war field of all races existed forever, spread all over the underworld, and spanned countless civilizations.

How strong is the spirit of repression under it, and his heart has no bottom!

Maybe there are the emperor and the Supreme Master who died in the war in the past. A hair can crush them both.

Fang Yue grabbed Luo Daoyi.

"Seek wealth and danger, this ten thousand clan battlefield may not be a turning point for our Terran! Let's leave a separate body, and then let the real body leave, go deep into the ten thousand clan battlefield and see if there are heroes resurrected by our Terran!"

"The reason why the Terran declined and was bullied by all races is not because there is no unparalleled strong man in the Terran. If the Terran has a hero in the battlefield of all races, wake him up and fight for the Terran! Then the crisis faced by the Terran can be fundamentally solved!"

Fang Yue's tone was sonorous and powerful.

Luo Daoyi is not as optimistic as Fang Yue.

"All the creatures buried in the battlefield of all races do not know which civilization era they are. Even if there are heroes of the human race, it is unknown whether they will help the human race after resurrection! Moreover, the status of the resurrected creatures and the current human race in the human race will be a problem! I can only say to test with you once. If they fail, I will no longer support your plan to revive the Terrans in the battle of all races! "

Luo Daoyi's voice was low.

The excitement on Fang Yue's face also gradually faded.

Luo Daoyi was thoughtful and thought closely. For a while, Fang Yue did not consider so many problems.

"Whether we can or can't, we'll try!"

To be conservative, Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi all withdrew from battlefield 074 in the East.

"How did you two get out?"

Nangongye looked at them unexpectedly. How long has it been!

Why did these two come out?

Fang Yue told us what he had seen and heard on the battlefield.

"The ten thousand nation battlefield is indeed quite strange. In my era, there was a saying that the ten thousand nation battlefield is the cradle of genius and the grave of the strong!"

XuanZhen said slowly, and a strange color flickered in his eyes.

Fang Yue and XuanZhen looked at each other, and XuanZhen sighed gently.

"The battlefield of all races is too strange! If you insist on using your strength, you also need to be careful. Not all heroes are buried in the battlefield of all races because of war death!"

XuanZhen seemed to fall into a state of memory.

"In my age, some strong people who had no hope to break through or were about to run out of longevity would take the initiative to enter the battlefield of all ethnic groups and integrate with the land. They were waiting for their recovery and return one day. When the next era of civilization opened, they would get more opportunities and break the bottleneck of the realm! At the same time, ominous phenomena often appeared in the battlefield of all ethnic groups, and some people would The ten thousand nation battlefield is called an ominous place! "

Although XuanZhen is only a Buddha statue, he inherits the memory and experience of many eminent Buddhist monks.

Many real strong men in the world are secretive about the battlefield of ten thousand nationalities.

The battle between good and evil on the battlefield of all ethnic groups has also lasted for countless times and has always been spread among all ethnic groups.

"Ten thousand nationalities battlefield..."

Tianmo Hou was also a little stunned, but he didn't say much. His eyes fell to a farther place, as if thoughtful.

"Luo Daoyi, you and I can send one to join us!"

Fang Yue no longer hesitated and borrowed troops from the battlefield of all ethnic groups. In case of success, it can alleviate the huge crisis faced by the Terrans today.

"Good!"

Luo Daoyi threw out a doll. The doll is at the peak level of virtual fairyland. Its material is expensive. It is forged from black gold. Today's body, even the strong at the level of real fairyland, can't destroy it in a short time.

Fang Yue also gathered a separate body with the vitality of heaven and earth, and injected a wisp of divine thoughts into it.

However, this time Fang Yue went with his sincerity. He took a jade bottle and a brocade box with him.

In this jade bottle, there are ten drops of six turn level soul power, and in the brocade box, there is a great saint yuan Dan.

They stepped into the eastern battlefield 074 again, which was still filled with hot magma.

As soon as Fang Yue and Luo Dao stepped into the core of battlefield 074 in the East, they did not know how long before they saw a huge golden palace towering.

The palace is resplendent and magnificent. Even if it is hundreds of miles away, you can feel the striking dignity contained in it.

"This is the heavenly palace of Shinto, not the noumenon, but it still reaches the level of magic tools in the real fairyland!"

When Luo Dao stopped, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the magnificent palace.

"The Shinto heavenly palace was the residence of the heavenly deity Luo Shinto five civilizations ago. It took 100 million years to build the Shinto heavenly palace into a heavenly magic weapon! Later, before the beginning of the three civilizations, the Shinto heavenly palace disappeared, and the Shinto heavenly palace disappeared! Unexpectedly, someone forged an imitation of the Shinto heavenly palace at the level of real fairyland! I'm afraid this heavenly palace has the power of some noumenon! "

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Why don't you two stop in front of my palace and refuse to come in?"

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.

The gate of the heavenly palace of the divine sword was also opened.

"It is indeed the residence of the ancient Shura family!"

As soon as Luo Dao saw the layout in the heavenly palace, he couldn't help but have a dizzying feeling!

In the heavenly palace, on both sides of the corridor, every ten meters, there is a burly soldier in blood armor standing on the side.

These burly soldiers were covered with bloody smoke, and a faint smell of blood came out of their armor and blades.

Every soldier is at the peak level of the virtual fairyland. According to Fang Yue's estimation, they should be suppressed by the rules of the battlefield. Once they step out of the battlefield, they will be able to restore their combat power to the real fairyland and even a higher level.

At the end of the cloister is an ancient temple.

On the walls on both sides of the temple, there are imitations of heavenly Dharma tools.

Morning bell, evening drum, Xuanyuan sword, ruler of heaven... And other imitations of heavenly Dharma tools. The noumenon of each has left a great reputation in heaven and earth.

A little pale and weak boy sat on the blood throne in the middle of the temple.

The two eight winged Blood Angels on the side of the young man have broken through the limit of the rules of the second-class ten thousand race battlefield and stepped into the level of the real fairyland.

The young man seemed to be a fog. At least the level of Fang Yue and Luo Dao could not explore the specific cultivation realm of the young man.

"You two are guests from afar. You might as well have a seat. I'll explain your doubts for you!"

The young man's voice was bright and clear, not as weak and gloomy as his appearance.

Luo Daoyi shivered and knelt down on one knee.

"Disciple Luo Daoyi paid a visit to Luo Feng!"

Luo Daoyi's voice was a little trembling.

The teenager was slightly stunned, and then the smile on his face bloomed like flowers.

"Are you Luo's disciple?"

The young man looked at Luo Daoyi and asked with great interest.

Unexpectedly, after several civilizations, he was able to see his blood disciples.

Although the years passed, hundreds of millions of time dispersed.

But the faint resonance in the blood can't be wrong.

"The disciple is the 1281st generation of Luo family!"

There was a trace of crying in Luo Daoyi's voice. At the moment, Luo Daoyi, who has always been cunning, was a rare expression of his true feelings.

"Are you really my direct blood relatives?"

Luo Feng showed a look of emotion.

"People of the Luo family don't dare to look at their ancestors! We always worship the portrait of Lord Luo Feng. Lord Luo Feng is the eighth generation ancestor of our Luo family. People in the family will sacrifice specially for adults every festival!"

Luo Daoyi's words were sonorous and powerful. He really took out a picture scroll from his storage bag.

The picture is unfolded. The person in the picture is just like Luo Feng.

The young man is handsome, detached, elegant and immortal.