The other two immortal kings from the ancient tribe looked at each other and unanimously chose to attack Xiaobai.
At this moment, there was no pride on their faces anymore.
Only the indescribable look of horror could be seen in the other party's eyes.
"This Fang Yue may not be something to be afraid of, but this monster at the True Immortal Realm level does indeed have the combat power at the Immortal Lord Realm level, and this monster is not an ordinary strong man at the Virtual Immortal Realm level!"
Fang Yue closed his eyes slightly.
His mental power seemed to turn into countless tentacles spreading and growing in the void.
Void blockade! Fang Yue cut off the way for these ancient tribes to seek help from the outside world.
"You are so cruel!"
An ancient warrior at the level of Da Luo Jin Fairyland suddenly opened his eyes, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Just now, he integrated his spiritual power into the void and wanted to ask for help from the ancient tribes outside.
As long as they open this blockade and can communicate with the outside world, I believe they will soon be able to absorb the power of the outside world and gradually restore their origins.
No matter what happens, they can leave temporarily and fight Fang Yue again after recovering.
However, Fang Yue used his mental power to form an invisible network that was airtight, trapping all of them in it and making it impossible to escape. "Kill!"
Fang Yue spit out the word "kill".
His eyes were widened, with a ferocious look on them.
Strips of bright red blood spread on the whites of his eyes, like spider webs.
Spiritual attack! An invisible sword pierced directly into the depths of the sea of consciousness of the Daluo Jinxian of the ancient tribe who just wanted to seek help from outside.
With a click, the opponent's sea of consciousness was torn apart.
His soul gradually weakened and eventually extinguished like a candle in the wind.
The ancient clan's body fell straight to the ground.
After seeing that the other party's soul had completely dissipated, Fang Yue just gradually felt relieved.
"Practitioners of the spiritual lineage! There are so many talented people among the ancient clan!"
If the other party is immortal, Fang Yue will feel uneasy! Practitioners of the spiritual lineage have always been known for their elusiveness.
This is the path that Fang Yue took.
If he was in a fierce fight with the Immortal Lord, the other party would intervene a little and cast an illusion created by his mental power for him.
It only takes a short breath to make Fang Yue fall into a situation of no return.
"Another one died!"
One of the only two immortal kings from the ancient tribe is feeling melancholy or something.
He looked at the Daluo Jinxian of the ancient clan who was in a state of despair, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"The Da Luo Jinxian of the ancient tribe should have died on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, I, who have been hanging on to this day, trying to win a glimmer of hope for enlightenment at the end of the civilization era, ended up being killed here.
, is the reincarnation of heaven and earth, are you unhappy with retribution?
Maybe we should have died in the Middle Ages!"
The immortal king of the ancient tribe was very worried about what happened back then.
"It has nothing to do with retribution, it's just that the stance of the ethnic group is different! Today, the ancient tribe is aggressive and is determined to revive the strong men from the medieval era and destroy the human race. We, the human race, are not willing to sit back and wait for death, so we can only strike first! Although we can't
I can annihilate the powerful ancient people from the medieval era, but if I can kill one of them, at least I will have a little more room to fight back when the ancient people want to exterminate the human race, and I will not be pressed to the ground and rubbed!"
Fang Yue explained the cause and effect clearly.
At the same time, he was also secretly recovering the mental power he had just consumed.
How can it be so easy to deal with practitioners of the spiritual power lineage at the Da Luo Jin Fairyland level?
Even though Fang Yue was so light and easy to kill, in fact, the blow just now consumed 30% of the soul power in Fang Yue's body.
A large amount of soul power was refined, allowing his mental power to quickly return to its peak state.
"So that's it, a war between ethnic groups?"
The immortal king of the ancient tribe nodded slightly.
"If this is the case, I will have no regrets in my heart whether I live or die!"
There is a hint of bitterness in the smile of the ancient immortal king.
"Doom has come, and all races are still fighting among themselves! Will the tragedy of the medieval times happen again?
Haha, the ancient race and the human race are nothing more than humble ants in the face of disaster!"
The Immortal Lord of the Ancient Clan had a melancholy look on his face, and his aura continued to recover and expand.
"My origin has been exhausted over the long years. Are you willing to sacrifice yourselves to restore the power of my origin and fight my way out of this underground palace?"
The immortal king of the ancient tribe suddenly roared angrily.
When the other ancient tribes heard this, they all showed excited expressions.
"I am a mere spiritual cultivator. Even if I return to my peak state, I still cannot turn the tide and defeat the fate! I have made money from sleeping for hundreds of millions of years. General, I am willing to sacrifice myself to help the general recover!"
An old man at the peak level of the Spiritual Fairy Realm laughed loudly, which seemed to be a relief.
He suddenly burned himself.
It turned into a blood shadow and fell into the body of the ancient clan's Immortal Lord.
The aura of the ancient clan’s Immortal Lord is even better! Sacrifices from the same clan, with similar origins, made his recovery smoother! “The same goes for me!”
Another burly ancient from the peak of the Spiritual Fairy Realm waved a pair of hammers in his hands and said in a sullen voice.
With a bang, a pair of hammers as heavy as mountains fell to the ground.
He sacrificed himself and turned into a ball of rich golden light that merged with the Immortal Lord of the ancient tribe! The aura of the Immortal Lord of the ancient tribe was rising steadily! When he looked at Fang Yue again, his eyes were completely different.
"If it weren't for the sake of the ethnic group, in order to leave a root system for the ancient tribe in the final disaster, I would have gone with my brothers in the medieval era! Today, you can't stop me!"
The voice of the Immortal Lord of the ancient tribe is sonorous and powerful, and extremely tenacious! His aura and will are integrated into one.
As hard as a diamond! "Iron-blooded Army, go to war!"
Behind the immortal king of the ancient tribe, hundreds of millions of iron-blooded soldiers seemed to emerge.
The grand occasion of the Middle Ages has reappeared in the world.
Iron hoofs trample through, and mountains and rivers are shattered! The sun and moon are in the sky, shining on the past and present! Fang Yue's mind seems to have echoed the war song of the Iron-Blooded Army back then! This is the trump card of the ancient tribe in the Middle Ages! It conquers the world and looks at everything, even if
Even powerful creatures of doom will be frightened when they hear the iron hooves of the Iron-blooded Army and dare not fight! "Iron-blooded Army, go to war!"
The other ancient tribes all roared, waving their weapons, their blood boiling! "If it weren't for hostility, I would have had a good time drinking and talking.
It's a pity that since they are in different positions, I can only offend them!"
Fang Yue sighed softly.
What a twist of fate! Originally, he was fighting for the human race to eliminate hidden dangers.
As a result, the scene before him made him look like a villain.
But villains will be villains! For the sake of the human race, Fang Yue took on this crime! A scroll filled the air, overwhelming the sky! This was one of the scrolls at the supreme level given to him by Murong Bo! Fang Yue knew that he was not from these ancient races.
Opponents, even if they are exhausted and exhausted, it is difficult for him to fight against them.
Murong Bo's scroll is Fang Yue's real trump card.
The scroll at the supreme level turned into a big sun.
Light up the entire underground palace! "The iron-blooded sword tears the sky apart!"
After seeing the scroll.
The immortal king of the ancient tribe was not frightened at all.
He gave a command, and the power of all the ancient clans in the underground palace gathered towards him.
Battle formation! He is the only formation eye! His aura is rising steadily, and it seems that he has returned to the peak moment in the past.
A blood-stained iron sword gradually appeared in his hand! He slashed with one sword.
Murong Bo's scroll was torn in half.
Iron-blooded warriors go out to fight, and no one can defeat them! This is true even for scrolls at the supreme level.
Fang Yue did not expect that he ultimately underestimated the fighting power of these powerful men from the ancient tribe! If Murong Bo came in person, he might be able to suppress them.
However, it is just a scroll.
How could it be possible for Murong Bo to rely on part of his power to destroy the elites of the iron-blooded army! "Iron-blooded is invincible!"
The immortal king shouted loudly.
Click, click! Suddenly, his body left like a sculpture.
"General!"
"General!"
The Daluo Jinxian of the ancient tribe shouted loudly.
However, their calls could no longer bring back the iron-blooded general! In the Middle Ages, he had suffered extremely serious injuries when he fought against the doomed creatures. Otherwise, he would not have fallen asleep to heal his wounds.
Billions of years later, his injuries are still there.
It would be okay if he didn't use all his strength, he could barely suppress the injury.
However, when he just fought against Murong Bo's decree, he used too much power and even gathered the origins of all the ancient clans present to strike fiercely.
This blow is brilliant.
But it’s also a brilliant ending.
His old injuries recurred and were difficult to recover from.
In the end, the only way to go is to fall! The immortal king of the ancient tribe fell.
His body was torn apart.
All the remaining ancient tribes were wailing and feeling extremely sad.
"If you have different paths, don't make plans!"
Fang Yue sighed.
When a hero falls, he also has a feeling of sadness in his heart.
However, the current situation is like this. If the general of the Iron-Blooded Army does not die and finally comes back, the human race will not know how many geniuses and powerful people will die in his hands! "The scroll of the Supreme Realm has been used, you
Now that you have no trump card in your hand, let me see how you can still kill me!"
The last immortal king among the ancient tribe said to Fang Yue.
He is always hidden under a black cloak.
A pair of green eyes seem to be suspended in the air like two will-o'-the-wisps! It gives people a ghostly and terrifying feeling! "I have another one!"
Fang Yue silently took out another scroll that Murong Bo gave him.
All the people of the ancient clan looked at him angrily.
"If you have the ability, just rely on your true strength to fight. If you use foreign objects to kill me, you don't think you are a hero!"
A Daluo Jinxian roared angrily.
Fang Yue rolled his eyes.
"I'm just a great saint. If I reach the level of Da Luo Jin Fairyland, you won't be able to resist even one of my fingers!"
As soon as Fang Yue said these words.
Everyone was speechless.
In the Great Sage Realm, it is quite difficult to reach Fang Yue’s level! If he were the Great Luo Jinxian, maybe these people would really not be Fang Yue’s opponents! The faces of all the ancient clans were full of shock