God of Life and Death

Fang Yue's tone was filled with murderous intent.

Feng Baishuang clenched her fists, and veins popped out on the back of her hands.

He showed an angry and ferocious expression and looked at Fang Yue fiercely.

"Fang Yue, you forced me to do this!"

Feng Baishuang's complexion quickly became rosy, but this rosiness gave Fang Yue an unnatural feeling.

"what are you up to?"

Fang Yue frowned and asked in surprise.

"I want to take the third path among the choices you gave me!"

Feng Baishuang growled.

"Fang Yue, do you think I'm really afraid of you? I just have some trump cards that I'm not willing to use unless absolutely necessary!"

Feng Baishuang bit the tip of her tongue and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Essence and blood are suspended in mid-air.

Feng Baishuang began to sing in a low voice.

"Great Storm Lord! Please come to this world! Your people call for your return, and your servants are willing to sacrifice for you!"

Feng Baishuang's eyes were full of piety!

An ancient world projection slowly fell.

Feng Baishuang's burly body began to become shriveled.

He sacrificed nearly one-third of his own energy as a sacrifice to summon the Lord of Storms!

"They are the masterminds behind the scenes, and they are going to take action!"

The will of heaven in the underworld suddenly reminded Fang Yue.

The words of the will of heaven in the underworld made Fang Yue's heart suddenly tighten.

The Storm Lord appears beyond his plans.

Based on his speculation, the masterminds behind the scenes were sitting high on the fishing platform. They should be as stable as a rock and should not end up at this time.

"Who is calling me to awaken?"

A desolate and eternal voice came.

In the endless sky, a pair of blue eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are these? They seem to contain countless storms and whirlpools.

Just look at him.

That is to say, the souls of countless practitioners were involved and completely sunk, falling into eternal catastrophe!

"Great Lord of Storms, I am your humble people. I use my blood to summon you to come. I hope you can save your people from water and fire!"

Feng Baishuang said humbly.

In front of this terrifying Lord of Storms, even someone as powerful as the wind and frost would not dare to be the least bit presumptuous.

He knelt down on one knee, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Are the sacrifices ready?"

The Storm Lord said slowly.

"The billions of people of the Wind Clan are willing to use their blood and souls to build a great body for you!"

Feng Baishuang said again.

At this time, there were nine cities in the Feng Clan, and the people of the Feng Clan in each city were at least measured in hundreds of millions.

The city lights up.

Ancient formations awakened.

The people of the Wind Clan among them instantly exploded in confusion and shock, turning into blood mist.

Their souls and blood turned into smoke, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and merged into the body of the Lord of Storms.

The Storm Lord's body gradually condensed.

He became an unparalleled handsome man in green.

His long green hair fell to the ground.

A pair of deep eyes can move the world!

This Lord of Storms seems to be the only protagonist in this world.

He slowly walked out of the storm world, as if he had stepped from illusion into reality!

"This old guy from the Wind Clan is really shameless. He actually sacrificed hundreds of millions of his people in exchange for the arrival of a clone of this old antique from the Lord of Storms!"

Nangong Shouyue stood on the territory of the Celestial Clan and murmured to himself.

There was also a solemn look in his eyes.

As one of the oldest masters in the underworld universe, Nangong Shouyue naturally knew about the existence of the Storm Lord.

From a certain perspective, this Storm Lord is one of the founders of the Wind Clan in this civilized era.

In the outer realm of the underworld.

In the history of all races, most records have gaps.

There was one time in the Middle Ages and one time in the Ancient Era, but few people know that there was an ancient Kaitian Era before the Ancient Era.

In the Age of Creation, a new civilization era in the underworld universe has just been opened, and everything is waiting to be done.

Among all races, the ancestors of this era were born.

The ancestor of the Wind Clan is the Lord of Storms.

He grew to the level of Tianzun in a short period of time and left behind the ancient inheritance of the Wind Clan in this civilized era.

The myth of the Storm Lord began in the Age of Creation, and then continued into the Ancient Era.

But in the ancient times, because the Storm Lord did some treasonous things and seemed to want to steal the original power of the will of heaven in the underworld universe, he was expelled by the will of heaven in the underworld universe and left the underworld universe and went to Chaos. The boundary of the territory opened up the world of Stormwind.

Now, the Storm Lord has returned, definitely for revenge.

The Storm Lord's eyes looked at Fang Yue without any emotion.

"Are you the chosen messenger of the heavenly will of the underworld?"

Storm Lord questioned.

He always has a condescending tone, as if all the gods are his slaves.

"yes!"

Fang Yue said frankly.

"I feel the purest flavor of the Wind Clan bloodline in you. The ordinary Wind Clan is just a Xuan-level bloodline. But the power of the bloodline in you has definitely exceeded the Hong-level level, and is infinitely close to the rest. Universe level!"

Fang Yue is a Ten Thousand Devouring Demonic Body, and his ability to sense blood is beyond imagination.

The Storm Lord nodded slightly.

"Yes, in a sense, all the Wind Clan creatures in this era are my blood descendants."

"My descendants still had the characteristics of my bloodline at the beginning. Not to mention the ones that were too powerful, they could at least reach the heaven level or the earth level. However, the subsequent descendants became more and more unsatisfactory. Each generation became weaker and weaker, and it has been passed down to this day. Only the Xuan-level bloodline is left."

The Storm Lord said in a tone that said he hated iron but could not turn into steel.

"Since these Wind Clan are all your descendants, why did you swallow all their flesh and souls and condense them into a clone of yourself? Don't you feel a little bit of pain and guilt in your heart?"

Fang Yue asked.

Although Fang Yue is also a demon who kills without blinking an eye, in Fang Yue's self-evaluation, he is at least a principled and bottom-line demon.

He doesn't blink at the killing of outsiders, but he cherishes his own people very much.

If he were allowed to kill the people of Yongfeng Kingdom and condense a clone for himself.

Fang Yue would rather die than die.

The Storm Lord sneered.

"The kindness of a woman. These people of the Wind Clan have been separated from me by countless generations. There is no emotion at all between me and them. And the meaning of their existence is to contribute themselves and let me unite. A clone comes. Not just me, most of the people of all races in the outer realm of the underworld, the meaning of life is all here."

"This underworld universe contains huge secrets. And when this civilization era is coming to an end, the heavenly will of the underworld universe will become dusk, and the powerful deity-level experts who have left the underworld universe will find ways to come to the underworld universe again. . They will sacrifice the traces of blood essence left by their clansmen in their bodies, and use the flesh, flesh and souls of billions of creatures to condense their own avatars to compete for the last chance of the underworld universe in this civilized era."

The Storm Lord was disdainful of Fang Yue's question.

What he did was just what most strong men would do.

When Fang Yue heard this, he couldn't help showing a horrified look.

The Storm Lord did not deliberately suppress his voice. All the countless creatures in the billions of territories heard the Storm Lord's words and became panicked.

"Lord of the Storm, please be careful what you say!"

Feng Baishuang reminded.

His expression changed slightly.

He summoned the Lord of Storms originally to gather luck and turn the tide for the Wind Clan. As long as he could eliminate Fang Yue, even if he had to sacrifice part of his clan members, it was worth it.

But the Lord of Storms spoke unabashedly.

He didn't care at all about the impact of his words, and all the creatures in the Wind Clan were immediately frightened.

Even the creatures of the Wind Clan did not expect that not only did the outsiders want to kill and deal with them, but their own ancestors also treated them as sacrifices like cattle and horses, sacrificing them at every turn and absorbing their flesh and blood. and soul, condensing his own clone.

If this is the case, what hope will the ordinary people of the Wind Clan have in the future?

The Storm Lord gave Feng Baishuang a cold look.

"You want to teach me how to speak too?"

The Storm Lord was dissatisfied with Feng Baishuang, so he kicked Feng Baishuang, who had summoned him, away like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Fang Yue couldn't help but be stunned at this scene.

Originally, he thought that the appearance of the Storm Lord would only target him for making decisions for the Wind Clan, but he did not expect that the first person the Storm Lord beat was not himself, but the one who summoned him, Feng Bai, the Heavenly Lord of the Wind Clan. Frost.

Feng Baishuang vomited blood.

Half angry, half really hurt.

The ancestor of the Wind Clan really didn't hold back at all when he kicked himself just now.

With one kick, he kicked himself far away.

Just the aftershock of power left him severely traumatized.

All my internal organs felt misaligned, like they were about to explode.

"Hahahaha, Feng Baishuang is such a fool. He doesn't even know what kind of temper his ancestor of the Wind Clan has, yet he actually dares to sacrifice hundreds of millions of his own Wind Clan members to summon it."

"The Lord of the Storm was an irritable old bastard in the Open Sky era. His character was domineering and he did not care about anything. He was definitely a self-centered character. If not, how could he be instigated by others? He went to steal the original power of the will of the heaven in the underworld universe, and was expelled by the heaven in the underworld universe."

Nangong Shouyue laughed, and he kept mocking Feng Baishuang.

At this moment, Feng Baishuang almost regretted how he could summon such a living ancestor.

But Feng Baishuang is also a master who knows how to be forbearing.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he became more submissive.

He rolled and climbed to the side of the Storm Lord, then pointed at Fang Yue and said.

"Ancestor, what I just did was wrong. I shouldn't have offended your will. But our enemy is this Fang Yue. He is not only the messenger of the will of heaven in the underworld, but has killed countless members of my Wind Clan. I know Ordinary members of the Wind Clan are nothing to you, but they are the foundation for your future avatar."

"If all members of my Wind Clan are killed by Fang Yue, it will definitely affect you in the future. At the end of this civilized era, a powerful clone descends to fight for the supreme treasure of this civilized era."

Feng Baishuang said.

His words actually made the ancestor of the Wind Clan feel a little moved.

"Everything you said was unreasonable. I kicked you just now, and I felt that I was right. It was my kick that made your brain open up and you became more enlightened. You now know how to think from my perspective. Problem."

Feng Baishuang apologized with a humiliating smile.

For the sake of the Wind Clan and to destroy Fang Yue, I endured it.

The Storm Lord looked at Fang Yue.

His eyes squinted.

"Little guy, how do you plan to die?"

The Storm Lord didn't take Fang Yue seriously at all. At this moment, Fang Yue was already a cold corpse in the Storm Lord's heart.