Fang Yue turned around, while Luo Daoyi continued to look forward, with their backs pressed against each other, observing all directions without leaving any blind spots.
"Succubus?"
Fang Yue looked in the direction from which the sound came, and a translucent soul appeared in front of him.
This is the soul of a succubus, with voluptuous makeup, plump figure, and revealing clothes, which is full of seduction.
Even Fang Yue felt his heart beating loudly in his chest.
This is the innate talent of the succubus. Only a firm will can resist the influence of this temptation.
"Hehe, I didn't expect that in this era, there would still be people who could remember the Nu family!"
The enchantress laughed and cursed, showing off her charming and charming attitude.
Fang Yue killed him with one punch without saying a word.
Charms and so on are the most annoying! Fang Yue doesn't like this feeling of being seduced by others.
The Charming Demon is the body of a soul, which is ethereal and has no physical body. Although she has the cultivation level of the Void Fairyland, she is extremely afraid of the physical body's energy and blood.
The soul reaches yin, and the qi and blood reach yang.
The two are in conflict with each other.
Fang Yue punched out, causing the enchanting demon to evaporate directly from the world! "This is the real world! The heroic spirits that were suppressed under the battlefield of all races have come out! All the fighting creatures among them should be turned into sacrifices for these heroic spirits, so that they can
Manifested in the earthly world!”
Fang Yue immediately understood the current situation. It is said that this battlefield of ten thousand races was originally an ancient tomb.
One by one, the strong men of the past were buried in it, and their heroic spirits were sleeping, waiting for the blood to be soaked in them, and one day they could be awakened and returned! Most of the races in the underworld laughed at such legends.
However, as the master of Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, Fang Yue knew that this legend was not a fiction, but very likely to be true. The reason why these heroic spirits under Ten Thousand Races Battlefield never woke up was because the time had not come yet.
Now that the time is right and the heroic spirits return, perhaps all the creatures in the world will become their prey.
"Leave this battlefield now! The people of the Wind Clan are probably dead, so there is no need for us to come here!"
Luo Daoyi also knew the rumors about this battlefield of ten thousand races, but he didn't expect the rumors to be true.
Luo Daoyi was also a little worried about the heroic spirits sleeping under the battlefield of all races. The battlefield of all races has existed forever, spreading throughout the underworld and spanning countless civilization eras.
He had no idea how strong the heroic spirits suppressed under him were! Maybe there were Tianzun and Supreme who died in the battle in the past. If one of them came out, a single hair could crush them both to death.
Fang Yue grabbed Luo Daoyi.
"Finding wealth in danger, this battlefield of ten thousand races may not be a turning point for our human race! Each of us will leave a clone, and then let the real body leave, and go deep into this battlefield of ten thousand races to see if there are any resurrected heroic spirits of our human race!"
"The reason why the human race is declining and why it is bullied by all races is not because there is no unparalleled strong man in the human race to return. If the human race has a heroic spirit in the battlefield of all races, wake him up and fight for the human race! Then what the human race is doing now
The crisis we are facing can be fundamentally solved!”
Fang Yue's tone was sonorous and powerful.
Luo Daoyi is not as optimistic as Fang Yue.
"The creatures buried in this battlefield of thousands of races don't know which civilization era they are from. Even if the heroic spirits of the human race really exist, it is still unknown whether they will help the human race after their resurrection! Moreover, this resurrected creature has nothing to do with the human race.
In today's human race, who takes control of the human race and who stabs it will become a problem! I can only test it with you once. If it fails, I will no longer support your plan to resurrect the human race in the battlefield of all races!"
Luo Daoyi's voice was low.
The excitement on Fang Yue's face gradually faded.
Luo Daoyi was thoughtful and thoughtful. For a moment, Fang Yue did not consider so many issues.
"Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try!"
For the sake of conservatism, Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi all withdrew from the Eastern Battlefield 074.
"Why did you two come out?"
Nangongye looked at the two of them unexpectedly, how long had it been? Why did these two people come out?
Fang Yue recounted what he saw and heard on the battlefield.
"There are indeed many strange things about the battlefield of all races. In my era, there was a saying that this battlefield of all races is the cradle of geniuses and the grave of the strong!"
Xuanzhen said slowly, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Fang Yue and Xuanzhen looked at each other, and Xuanzhen sighed softly.
"This battlefield of all races is too weird! If you insist on borrowing power, you need to be careful. Not all heroic spirits died in battle and were buried in the battlefield of all races!"
Xuanzhen seemed to have fallen into a state of memory.
"In my era, there were some strong men who had no hope of breaking through or were about to run out of life. They would take the initiative to enter the battlefield of all races and merge with the land. They were waiting for one day to recover and return, waiting for the next civilization.
When the era opens, you will get more opportunities and break through the bottleneck of realm! At the same time, ominous things often appear in the battlefield of all races, and some people call the battlefield of all races an ominous place!"
Although Xuanzhen is just a Buddha statue, he has inherited the memories and experiences of many Buddhist monks.
Regarding the battlefield of all races, many of the truly powerful men in this world are completely secretive.
The battle between good and evil on this battlefield of all races has lasted for countless eras and has always been spread among all races.
"The battlefield of all races..." Tianmohou was also a little stunned, but he didn't say anything more. His eyes fell further away, thoughtfully.
"Luo Daoyi, you and I can send a clone in!"
Fang Yue no longer hesitated and borrowed troops from the battlefields of all races. If successful, it would be able to alleviate the huge crisis facing the human race today.
"good!"
Luo Daoyi threw out a puppet. This puppet was at the peak level of the Virtual Immortal Realm. Its material was expensive and it was forged from black gold. With its current body, even a strong person at the True Immortal Realm could not break it in a short time.
destroy.
Fang Yue also gathered a clone with the vitality of heaven and earth, and injected a ray of spiritual thought into it.
However, this time Fang Yue went with his sincerity, and he brought a jade vase and a brocade box with him.
The jade bottle contains ten drops of six-level soul power, and the brocade box contains a Great Saint Yuan Dan.
The two 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 the Eastern Battlefield No. 074, they walked for who knows how long before they saw a huge golden palace towering.
This palace is so splendid that one can feel the nobility contained in it even from a hundred miles away.
"This is the Divine Heavenly Palace, not the true body, but it still reaches the level of a true fairyland magic weapon!"
As soon as Luo Dao stopped, he squinted his eyes and looked at the magnificent palace.
"The Shinto Heavenly Palace was the residence of Luo Shinto, the god of heaven, five civilization eras ago. Luo Shinto became the god of heaven and spent hundreds of millions of years building the Shinto Heavenly Palace into a heavenly weapon! Later, before the beginning of three civilization eras,
Luo Shen Dao disappeared, and the Shen Dao Heavenly Palace disappeared with it! Unexpectedly, someone actually forged an imitation of the Shen Dao Heavenly Palace at the level of the true fairyland! This Heavenly Palace may have some of the power of the original body!"
“Isn’t it great to have friends from far away?
Why do you two stop in front of my palace and refuse to come in to talk?"
A clear voice came from the heavenly palace.
Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi did not hesitate, and they jointly stepped into the Heavenly Palace.
And the door to the Divine Sword Heavenly Palace also opened.
"It is indeed the residence of the ancient Shura clan!"
When Luo Dao saw the layout of the Tiangong, he couldn't help but feel dizzy! In the Tiangong, on both sides of the corridor, there was a burly warrior wearing blood-colored armor standing every ten meters.
The bodies of these burly warriors were filled with bloody smoke, and a faint smell of blood filled the air from their armor and weapons.
Every warrior is at the peak level of the Virtual Immortal Realm. According to Fang Yue's estimation, they should be suppressed by the rules of this battlefield. Once they step out of this battlefield, they will definitely be able to return to the True Immortal Realm or even higher levels.
of combat power.
At the end of the corridor is an ancient palace.
On the walls on both sides of the temple, imitations of Tianzun's magical weapons are hung.
Morning Bell, Dusk Drum, Xuanyuan Sword, Heaven Measuring Ruler... and other imitations of Tianzun's magical weapons, each of them has left a great name in the world.
A young man with a slightly pale face and frail body sat on the blood throne in the middle of the palace.
The two eight-winged blood angels beside the young man have clearly exceeded the limits of the rules of this second-level battlefield of thousands of races and have entered the level of a true fairyland.
The young man seemed to be a mist. At least Fang Yue and Luo Dao could not detect the young man's specific cultivation level at the level of his spiritual thoughts.
"You two are guests from afar, why not sit down and let me explain your doubts to you!"
The young man's voice was cheerful, not as weak and gloomy as his appearance.
Luo Daoyi, on the other hand, shivered and knelt down on one knee.
"Disciple Luo Daoyi pays homage to Patriarch Luo Feng!"
There was a bit of trembling in Luo Daoyi's voice.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then the smile on his face bloomed like a flower.
"Are you a disciple of the Luo family?"
The young man looked at Luo Daoyi and asked with interest.
Unexpectedly, after several civilizational eras, he could actually see his bloodline disciples.
Although the years have passed and hundreds of millions of time have dispersed.
But the faint resonance in the bloodline is unmistakable.
"This disciple is the 1,281st generation descendant of the Luo family!"
There was a hint of crying in Luo Daoyi's voice, and Luo Daoyi, who had always been cunning, showed rare true feelings at this moment.
"Are you really my direct blood relative?"
Luo Feng showed a look of emotion.
"People of the Luo family dare not look at their ancestors! We have always enshrined the portrait of Master Luo Feng. Master Luo Feng is the eighth generation ancestor of our Luo family. During every festive season, there will be members of the clan who specially pay tribute to the ancestors."
Sacrifice, sir!"
Luo Daoyi's words were sonorous and powerful, and he actually took out a picture scroll from his storage bag.
The scroll was unfolded, and the person in the scroll looked exactly like Luo Feng.
The young man is handsome, transcendent and free-spirited, graceful and like a fairy.