God of Life and Death

Doppelganger fist.

Tian Jianyi's face suddenly changed.

"No, stop him quickly!"

However, as soon as the Heaven Sword exited, it was too late.

The clone's robe sleeves waved, and the magical artifact suspended above the ginseng old man's head had been stored in the storage space of another dimension.

This kind of magic weapon cannot recognize the Lord, because of its special quality, no matter who it is, it can be practiced and displayed!

This was originally Luo Tianzong's predecessor. In order to prevent the descendants from being insufficient in strength, they were unable to display the full power of this magic weapon, so they were left behind by the inheritors.

But who would have thought that Fang Yue would take advantage of it and take it away easily, without leaving Mao!

"Damn it! Don't let me know who you are, otherwise, I will cut you a thousand times!"

With a fierce attack from the Heavenly Sword, his **** were raised, and he cursed Fang Yue.

"Hey, cut me a thousand times? You can still survive on your own, let's talk about it!"

Fang Yue's clone pounced on Tian Jianyi.

The old man in the shadow behind Tianjian immediately changed color.

"No! Sword One is dangerous!"

The old man made a move, trying to block Fang Yue's clone, his big hand was raised high and crashed down!

At the moment when the huge shadow of the palm was about to fall on Fang Yue. Fang Yue's clone immediately twisted into a strange arc.

"Teleport!"

Fang Yue's deity has the same idea as the clone. Fang Yue's own deity is proficient in all the avatars!

The avatar's figure disappeared, and that palm fell to nothing.

At the next moment, Fang Yue's clone had appeared behind Tian Jianyi!

"Blast me! Blast! Blast!"

The clone exploded, and the aura that was ten times more than Fang Yue's deity exploded.

Tianjian was caught off guard and was lifted off by the spiritual energy!

The ginseng old man laughed loudly: "Sure enough, I am not dead! Junior, you are dead this time!"

Without the shackles of magical artifacts, the ginseng old man has no scruples!

His palm swept across the air and slapped towards the sky sword. The helplessness just now, the despair just now, the anger just now, at this moment, seems to be the flood that burst the bank, venting out!

"Ah! Don't!"

The Heavenly Sword howled sternly.

He was blown up by Fang Yue's spiritual energy clone! If it weren't for the treasure-robed body handed down from the ancestors, he would have been blown up alive!

But this is not the end of the matter. The ginseng old man got out of trouble and began to have revenge and grievances. Just now, the two sages of the Tianfeng tribe who were loyal and loyal to fight for him all avoided!

None of them are opponents of this ginseng old man, a fool can stand in for this Heavenly Sword!

The moral character of the Tianfeng tribe is bad, this shows that!

For them, reversing in battle is normal!

The people of the Tianfeng tribe are notoriously unethical!

Tianjian was suddenly miserable.

"You can't go!" As soon as Tianjian saw that the people from the Tianfeng tribe were retiring, they jumped out faster than anyone else when they were fighting for merit. But when they encountered setbacks, all of them were afraid and hid behind.

As soon as Tianjian roared, the people of Tianfeng tribe ran faster than rabbits.

"A group of cowardly rats, do you think you have fallen?"

The old man behind Tianjian I snorted coldly, and all the people of the Tianfeng tribe knelt to the ground with their legs weakened.

The palm of the ginseng old man fell, covering the sky and covering the sun, and using one hand to cover the sky to describe his might not be excessive!

The ginseng old man's aura was like a rainbow, and at this moment, a rag was thrown out of Tianjianyi's hand! The edges of the rags were still stained with **** traces, and just ascended into the sky, it burst into glory!

The ginseng old man's palm was blocked, and the rags stalemate in midair!

As soon as Tianjian turned his head and looked at the people of the Tianfeng tribe, all of his narrow eyes were filled with faint cold light.

"Since you have sworn allegiance to me, then I waited for cause and effect! Do you think that this causal power is something you can betray if you want to betray?"

Tianjian opened his mouth slowly, and looked at the face of the old ginseng man with apathy.

"This guy is a successor without any loss. As expected, he has more than one hole card in his hand! Even a tablecloth is so powerful! The wind is screaming, hurry up to the warehouse backyard of the Tianfeng tribe!"

Fang Yue's eyes rolled, and the soles of his feet were oiled, and he slipped away!

The **** ant king stared blankly at Fang Yue's disappearing figure.

Only a faint trace of spatial power fluctuation was left where he was just now!

The Hell Ant King quickly eased. This buddy is looting the entire treasure house of the Tianfeng tribe!

If it were another person, the Hell Ant King would definitely think that the other person was overpowering, but if it was Fang Yue, his heart would be quite unfounded.

This guy has too many methods, endless and strange.

An inexplicable tension grew in the heart of the **** ant king. If the Tianfeng tribe's things were in Fang Yue's hands, they might really become bones in the dog's mouth and could not be robbed!

The Hell Ant King threw a paper talisman, which burned in the wind.

The king of **** ants notified the mysterious man in Lanjin City.

At this moment, Fang Yue had already arrived in the Tianfeng tribe's clan land. The Tianfeng tribe's array patterns were tight and endless, covering an area ten miles in radius.

However, Fang Yue had already figured out the formation style of this Tianfeng tribe!

These formation patterns seem to be bluffing, but in fact they are all the same. There are only 18 basic formations in total, and they are constantly arranged and formed, and they have become such a vast array in front of them!

Fang Yue is a master of formation, even in some respects, he has reached the level of a master.

Fang Yue saw through all the tricks and fancy, and entered the resident of the Tianfeng tribe, like walking on the ground!

Tianfeng tribe, as always, is unusually calm.

Teams of soldiers armed with weapons, faithfully fulfilled their patrol duties.

Fang Yue's figure was hidden in the darkness, and all the spatial fluctuations around him were deliberately restrained by him. In terms of space law, Fang Yue's attainments are quite high. Moreover, the power of Heaven's Dao, Ling Family on all the avenues.

As long as Fang Yue wants to constrain his aura, even an ordinary leader-level figure who does not deliberately search every inch of his mind, may not be able to find him out of sight.

"How do I feel a little bit of coolness?" A warrior from the Tianfeng tribe, with a keen sense of consciousness, he instinctively felt something wrong.

Next to him, another patrolman of the Tianfeng tribe laughed and said, "What can there be? In this broad daylight, how could anyone dare to be presumptuous in my Tianfeng tribe!"

"Hey, that's what I said!" The warrior of the Tianfeng tribe felt that he was talking about him. He repeatedly felt that he did not find the person who made him vigilant.

Fang Yue quietly sneaked into the treasure house of the Tianfeng tribe. The treasure house was towering, and the cold blue bricks were flashing with faint green light, like metal casting, as if forged by cold steel.

All these treasure houses are locked! Strong and unparalleled!

There are nine treasure troves in total, and each treasure trove is itself a master-level magic weapon!

The surroundings of the treasure house are unguarded, because the Tianfeng Clan is confident that even if he is a leader-level figure, it is impossible to break through the defense of the treasure house and obtain the treasures in it in a short time.

Fang Yue's eyes were cold, he looked at these treasure houses.

"Tianfeng Clan, do you think that you are doing it very cleverly? Standing here with nine treasure houses, you think no one can move away!"

Fang Yue didn't think about breaking the door, the master-level magical tools, and the arrangement of the city formation, the average saint could only stay away.

However, since you can't open the treasure house, then take these nine treasure houses away! Save it for future research, there will always be a chance to open the treasure trove!

Fang Yue waved, thousands of Lingshi set out!

One after another yin and yang teleportation formations rose from the ground, and each formation corresponds to a treasure house!

The formation flickered, and the violent spatial fluctuations aroused the vigilance of the strong in the Tianfeng tribe!

"Bold Rats, came to my Tianfeng Clan to steal!"

A strong man in the Yin-Yang realm was the first to notice that his eyes were cracked and he roared loudly. In the Tianfeng tribe, such a thing had never happened before. Someone could appear silently in their ancestors. In the ground, shuttle freely, as if walking on the ground!

However, it was too late for him to appear, Fang Yue had already teleported all the nine treasure houses to a barren dimensional world. In that world, only Fang Yue knew the coordinates and could enter and leave.

The nine treasure houses disappeared, leaving nine bottomless pits in place!

Other strong men of the Tianfeng clan appeared one after another, and the pressure of the saints was falling all over the sky!

But at this moment, Fang Yue had already used the means of teleport long ago, and he escaped without a trace!

Among them, a strong Tianfeng clan in the Yin-Yang realm had a cold face. He put forward an incense case: "Does a sneaky man really think that he can escape the capture of my Tianfeng clan with a little space? Look at me Use divination to find your whereabouts!"

The strong man of the Tianfeng clan, put the incense case.

There were words in his mouth, and nine thousand-year-old sandalwood incense were inserted at the same time. He used his own ideas to communicate the way of heaven. Burning incense to make sacrifices, praying to God constantly.

The air of fireworks rose and fluttered, flying above the nine heavens!

The cigarettes filled, forming a cold face. He looked at the strong man in the Yin-Yang realm of the Tianfeng Clan and said indifferently: "If you invite me, what's the important thing!"

Burn incense to sacrifice ghosts!

This is a very evil witchcraft in sacrifice!

This is a clone of a ghost and god, possessing supreme magical powers!

"My lord, please fortune telling the nine treasure vaults of our clan to drive out and catch the thief!"

That day, the strong man in the Yin-Yang realm of the Feng Clan had a humble tone and his arrogant demeanor was very different!

"Ask ghosts and gods, you need sacrifices! The greater the cause and effect, the more sacrifices! Can you prepare my sacrifice?"

The ghost is not slow, not working, and wants to be paid!

"This is a thousand-year-old heavenly heart fruit, and adults can save 500 years of hard work after taking it!"

Tianfeng Clan, the strong man in the Yin-Yang realm wanders among ghosts and gods all year round, and has already prepared things.

A vermilion fruit appeared on the incense case.

The ghost nodded slightly.

Then it turned into a black shadow, chasing cause and effect, chasing and killing!

The ghosts and gods had just vacated, with a bang, and a thunder light fell!

This is the God of Scourge Thunder, bloody!

The ghosts and gods encountered thunder robbery and immediately wailed. Then his figure condensed again, but that grimace was a little faint.

"Crimson Thunder Tribulation! You Tianfeng Tribe deliberately harmed me!"

That grimace was suddenly furious, he looked at the strong man in the Yin-Yang realm of the Tianfeng tribe, and his anger almost came out! "Crimson Thunder Tribulation! How could this be possible, it's just a shameless thief, only innate realm!"