Chapter 2802

"Li Zizi, you old guy is still alive?"

When mozaha saw the old man of the Terran, he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

This is the strong man of the human race who was born at the same time as him. At the time of his birth, freedom here was already like half stepping into the coffin. Unexpectedly, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the old guy is still alive.

"It's just that you continue your only life by self styled. Even if you seal your accomplishments in ten civilization eras, you won't have any improvement. The calcaneus you were broken by the great demon king of the Tianmo family was destined to stop at the early stage of the great Luojin fairyland, and there can't be any progress. Do you think you will be afraid if you jump out to frighten people? Terran Even old things like you are released, which proves the weakness and incompetence of the Terran. "

Mozaha looked at the old man of the Terran.

The serious expression on his face lasted only a moment, and finally a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Li Zizi is at the end of a powerful crossbow.

Since he didn't want to fall, he gave him the last ride and let his other foot completely put into the coffin, so he can't be reborn forever.

"Fang Yue, be careful of the eternal copper coffin." Shi Meng secretly reminded Fang Yue.

"Those ancient people who are old and immortal are not afraid at all. Although they want to use the taboo thing of eternal copper coffin as bait, they don't know what eternal copper coffin means!"

There is a trace of anger and pity in the tone of poetic dream.

Fang Yue was also a little surprised. This poem dream didn't even pay attention to the eight great Luo Jinxian of ten thousand nationalities 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 family appeared behind him like a ghost.

The real immortal of the Wu family pulled out the long knife around his waist. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, aimed at the back of Fang Yue, roared, suddenly waved the blade in his hand, and chopped away at Fang Yue's back.

Fang Yue sighed faintly when the blade was about to fall on him.

"Originally, I wanted to hide myself and secretly attack and kill a big Luo Jinxian. I didn't expect to expose my identity for your little real fairy. It's really a pity!"

Fang Yue turned around. His eyes fell on the real immortal who attacked secretly.

"Soul body separation!" four words fell. The real immortal of the Wu family was directly taken away and stood in place.

Then Fang Yue skillfully took away the true body and soul of the Wu family.

"Who the hell are you? When did the Terran have a strong man like you?"

Mozaha suddenly looked in the direction of Fang Yue. A strong man at the level of real fairyland falls. If he turns a blind eye to it again, he is not worthy to be a strong man at the level of great Luojin fairyland.

This is a real immortal. Even if the realm is somewhat vain, it will not be so easily erased.

"Terran, Fang Yue!"

Fang Yue took a step and introduced himself with confidence.

"You're the descendant of the Terran family who practices all dharmas in one vein? Hahaha, in ancient times, how powerful was the practice of all dharmas in one vein? Three or five people formed their own sects, and they suppressed an era in which they would be the strongest existence if Heaven didn't eliminate them. Now, the number of people who practice all dharmas in one vein has withered, leaving only you A mere existence at the sage level. Now, I will repair the ten thousand Dharma swords and completely knock them down into the long river of years, so that they can become an eternal past and can no longer turn over! "

Mozaha looked at Fang Yue. He pointed the spearhead at Fang Yue. His heart was recalling the past. How powerful was the one vein of simultaneous cultivation of all dharmas? However, he, a strong man of ten thousand families at the level of great Luojin fairyland, had to bow his head when he heard that he was also cultivating one pulse of ten thousand dharmas. He didn't dare to say a bad word. For fear that the strong man of this pulse would produce induction, cut a sword in the void and end their lives.

That is the shadow shared by the strong of an era. Today, however, the cultivation of all dharmas has not reached such a level, and only one practitioner at the level of sage realm is left as the inheritor.

And if he can finish all the methods and cultivate the last single seedling in one vein.

If other strong men of ancient times recover, he will be enough to boast that he has ended the final brilliance of the practice of ten thousand methods.

Fang Yue glanced at the ancient strongman.

"If you have the ability, you can touch me a hair?" Fang Yue didn't feel how powerful mozaha was. Since the strong Terran in ancient times can kill him once, I can also kill this guy for me a second time.

"Hahaha, isn't it that the inheritor of all dharmas in this era has broken his brain? He doesn't even have the most basic awe for the strong at the level of daluojin fairyland. Does he think he can compete with us by virtue of the cultivation at the level of saints?"

Fang Yue's attention was not on the face of the ancient Luo Jinxian.

Years of deep sleep seemed to make him sleep a little.

This is an ethnic war.

It is not personal force that controls everything.

Ten thousand families are laying out.

If the Terran has long received the news and expected this scene to appear, according to the Terran's nature, it will never wait to die. At least let the strong of so many races come to die.

There must be a backhand.

But what exactly is this backhand?

Fang Yue held his breath.

He ignored mozaha's existence, turned and left!

"Escape? Where do you think you can escape? Hahaha, we have covered the area within a hundred miles."

Mozart's laughter became more and more arrogant.

He looked at Fang Yue like a cat catching a mouse.

Fang Yue was extremely quiet.

Mozart's existence is just an episode for him.

If you want to kill mozaha, Fang Yue firmly believes that within a hundred moves, mozaha will die in his own hands.

However, after again?

He will face the crazy pursuit of seven other Luo Jinxian of wanzu.

He killed a big Luo, but he couldn't face seven at the same time.

There is no simple existence that can step into the level of darokin fairyland, regardless of ethnic groups.

"What is the next layout of the Terran?"

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes and thought about this problem repeatedly in his mind.

Suddenly, Fang Yue's eyes settled on the eternal copper coffin that initially attracted the white swordsman of the human race.

On the rusty coffin, some ancient patterns began to emerge.

A phoenix poked its head out of the dark green rust.

"Phoenix, the most famous is rebirth!"

An inexplicable idea came to Fang Yue's mind.

All questions seem to have their own answers at this moment.

"Is it the Terran who wants to take advantage of this opportunity to revive the strong man in the line of man and king in the eternal copper coffin?"

Fang Yue's mouth was slightly covered with a cold smile.

Maybe, but maybe not!

Moreover, with the urine nature of Terrans, if it was just such a simple purpose, it wouldn't waste so much time and energy!

A bloody paper crane came through the air.

It landed on mozaha's shoulder.

Mozaha's fingertips just touched the thousand paper cranes.

A thousand paper cranes burst.

A scene on the front line emerged in the blood mist.

There are rivers of blood and corpses everywhere.

The corpses of the ancient strongmen were hung on the Terran wall.

Looking ahead, there are three spirit immortals and twelve true immortals.

On the ground, the corpses of the ancient people are spread all over the earth. Looking ahead, they are endless, connecting heaven and earth.

The setting sun and the orange light make the blood color on the ground more dazzling.

Then, the picture of the blood mist slowly dissipated.

"What is this?"

Mozaha's pupils shrank.

He seemed to understand something.

However, he dared not admit the speculation in his heart.

"Don't you want to explore the cards of the Terran so much this time? As you wish, the Terran can let you see the cards of our family!"

The swordsman in white reappears.

He suddenly opened his mouth.

No longer the high cold before.

He began to talk more.

"Luring the tiger away from the mountain?"

Mozaha came from the front line. He was originally an inside figure of ten thousand nationalities.

In the front line, there are many strong ancient people like him, not only Da Luo Jinxian, but even the level of Xianjun state!

But they have their own tasks.

Everyone sits in a different place!

Originally, mozaha himself left, and the battle line between the Terran and the ancient race was so long.

He thought the Terrans wouldn't find out.

Even if the Terrans are aware of it, do they dare to easily attack the ancient clan, break the deadlock and take the initiative?

Mozaha came confident.

Finally, I found how ridiculous my self-confidence is.

The Terran did it.

When the ancient people were weakest, they gave them a fatal blow.

The scarlet blood and the corpses gave him the most tragic answer.

Mozaha's body was tottering.

Those corpses hanging on the wall are the most loyal and capable subordinates he trained in ancient times.

"Terran!"

Mozaha gritted his teeth and his eyes were covered with blood.

"This is war. It's normal to cheat and kill each other. When we step into the battlefield, we are ready to die! Our Terrans have this preparation. What about your ancient people?"

The voice of the white Sword Fairy was solemn.

After years of silence, the Terran will finally wake up like a dragon.

The corpse of the ancient strongman on the front line is the sacrificial sword of the Terran.

Mozaha took a deep breath.

"I see. Do you Terrans want to disturb my state of mind through these scenes? Sorry, I'm Luo Jinxian. My state of mind is eternal and won't turn back! Your calculations are superfluous!"