The tomb of Erding witch repairs can only be broken open by witch repairs at the realm below Erding.

If he also reached the level of the Second Ding Realm, then breaking the tomb again would face an extremely strong backlash.

In the tomb of Erding Wuxiu, each one is branded with a different inheritance, and each inheritance is the most quintessential trace of life left by a stunning tomb.

Learn from the strengths of all families, merge them into one, and build your own way. This is the direction of Fang Yue's path of witchcraft. He felt the deep time and space and the urgent call of his ancestors. Knowing this path of witchcraft, he has no time to accumulate bit by bit, and it takes a long time to verify his ideas and principles.

"Seventy-eighth!"

Fang Yue's fist fell, and the phantom of the Ten Thousand Worlds became more solid.

The light and shadow of the different worlds rotate one after another, and Fang Yue's breaking open the tomb is already practice.

The tomb is broken open, the treasure is in the hand.

Another witch soul emerged.

Before the Soul Shaman could speak, Fang Yue raised the Wuding Ding in his hand. The mouth of the Ding Wuding turned into a huge black hole, suddenly enveloped, completely refining the afterimage of the Soul Shaman, directly Living sacrifice.

Anyway, the Soul Shaman would not recognize him, so Fang Yue felt that he did not need to be approved by the Soul Shaman.

The essence of Soul Shaman became a stream of light, returning to chaos, supplementing the original consumption of Fang family ancestors.

"Fang Yue, stop!"

A young man dressed in white, with a handsome face and a blood-colored sword on his waist, drifted into the void.

This young man had an ancient and obscure smell of a great witch.

Every step he took, it seemed as if the reincarnation dissipated for a while.

The boy has a pious face, his palms folded together, and he recites ancient scriptures.

Behind him, the scriptures composed of pieces of golden text are constantly scrolling. The surrounding world resonated with the scriptures he was chanting.

"Let me stop? Who are you?"

Fang Yue scolded, raising his fist again, and blasted towards the nearest tombstone beside him.

The tombstone shattered and the rocks pierced through the space, and a shadow of the witch soul emerged, turning into a frightened face.

"Don't..."

Before the voice of the Soul Shaman fell, Fang Yue habitually lifted the Witch Cauldron and enveloped the Soul Shaman's head.

The huge vortex slowly revolves, engulfing Soul Shaman in it, refining the sacrifice.

"Fang Yue, did you hear me if I told you to stop!"

The young man in white was angry, no longer the humble and kindness he had been before. He yelled at Fang Yue, as if to tear Fang Yue into pieces and swallow it.

"Young man, where did such a big temper come from? I didn't hear it. Isn't this what I am used to?"

Fang Yue said with a smile on his face.

He could feel an ancient and desolate breath from the white-clothed youth.

He seemed to be able to merge with this tomb of the great witch.

Fang Yue guessed vaguely that this young man in white was the master of this opportunity and the heir to many large tombs.

As he spoke, Fang Yue subconsciously punched another complete tomb.

The white-clothed boy was furious, even his hair stood up.

"Fang Yue, I think you did it on purpose!"

Fang Yue replied, but the tombstone had been shattered, the witch soul appeared, and Fang Yue took the treasure away.

The Soul Shaman was not sacrificed alive under Fang Yue's restraint.

Soul Shaman looked at the white-clothed boy, like a swallow returning home, and approached the white-clothed boy with joy.

The expression of the young man in white became pious again, and the golden scriptures behind his folded palms enveloped the remnant soul of the great witch.

Under the cover of the golden scriptures, the remnant soul of the great witch gradually became condensed, and the incomplete soul continued to fill up, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It can restore the remnant soul intact. What scripture is this that can touch the original power of the soul and collect the soul power that floats between heaven and earth?"

Fang Yue slowly widened his eyes, he is also an expert in soul.

But he didn't have such a scripture that could restore the remnant soul. He wanted to restore the soul to its origin, and he needed to infuse drops of soul fluid into it and slowly cultivate it before he could do this.

"I am Luo Tianmen disciple Yuluozi. When I was a teenager, I occasionally got a piece of the soul scriptures. I would like to use this scripture to recall the souls of the seniors, no longer be troubled by the lack of soul power, and restore the majestic posture before death."

The smile of the boy in white is more gentle.

In contrast, Fang Yue seemed particularly hateful.

The former is like a savior, a compassionate living bodhisattva, while Fang Yue is a vicious gangster who kills people like numb, and his hands are stained with blood.

"No, the aura on this white-clothed boy is wrong! His scriptures do not have the effect of restoring soul power, but they can make the soul temporarily complete."

Fang Yue has a deep taste and contrasts with "Soul Truth".

He discovered the problem in the golden scripture behind Yuluozi.

That scripture is burning the soul, temporarily stimulating the vitality of the soul, making it look more complete and powerful.

In fact, if the origin of the soul burns out, this remnant soul will be wiped out, leaving no trace of the origin true spirit.

This scripture is vicious, it's all about killing chickens and getting eggs.

Of course, Fang Yue didn't open his mouth, because he himself was not a good bird.

The living sacrifice of the soul shaman was turned into the original chaos, and the cruelty seemed to be worse than that of Yuluozi.

"I am willing to protect the law for adults and dedicate everything."

The Soul Shaman bowed deeply to Yuluozi, his vow was taken, and his body was covered with a layer of golden armor.

Suddenly, the Soul Shaman seemed to have recovered to the appearance it was before he was alive, and turned into a great witch, the invincible God of War.

"It turns out that you had this idea."

Fang Yue finally understood.

This Yu Luozi and his own goals fell on these witch souls.

The difference is that Fang Yue wanted to inherit and sacrifice these great witches alive, while Yu Luozi deceived them and turned the remnants of these great witches into his own law protector.

The so-called peers are enemies. Although Fang Yue and Yu Luozi are not peers, their goals are the same.

Yu Luozi still has a compassionate face, and the other party Yue put his hands together and said: "I am the heir to this large tomb. Since I have come, everyone else should stay away!"

Yuluozi's voice is magnetic, which makes people mentally confused and upside down.

Behind Yu Luozi, there were actually two great witch guards, each of which was a great witch at the pinnacle level of heaven and earth.

There are great witch guards, and scripture guards.

At first glance, this Yuluozi seemed to be the same thing.

However, Fang Yue was not reconciled.

How many cares are these orthodox heirs to this tomb?

It's impossible to want to fool brother away!

"My inheritance of Ten Thousand Realms Fist also represents a recognition of the great witch! I follow the route of breaking the law with force, and it also represents the no inheritance of the witchcraft!

With Fang Yue's opening, many people around showed a look of interest.

Originally, they thought that the Lord was coming, this Fang Yue naturally went home obediently.

However, he didn't expect that Fang Yue was still holding on.

He moved out Wanjiequan to prove his orthodoxy.

"Ten Thousand World Fist?!"

Yu Luozi showed a look of surprise.

"Wanjiequan can be regarded as orthodox. In many ancient witchcraft traditions, many families have records of Wanjiequan. You may be able to cultivate Wanjiequan because you come from an ancient tradition! As for this orthodox II You don't deserve it."

Since Fang Yue refused to back down, Yu Luozi would naturally not give him a good face.

The sentence I can't afford it has proved Yu Luozi's strong attitude!

"Your "Soul Replenishment Sutra" is also recorded in many witchcraft inheritances! My Ten Thousand Realms Fist cannot prove orthodoxy, and the methods you displayed are equally unacceptable!"

Fang Yue teases, Li Kui meets Li Gui.

Even if this Yuluozi is really the orthodox heir of this tomb, today, he will let this Yuluozi add to the block, from orthodox to counterfeit!

"Do you know this "Soul Sutra"?"

Yu Luozi squinted his eyes, and the murderous intent appeared.

"Soul Sutra" is indeed an ancient inheritance of witchcraft, but it should have been lost in the ten thousand realms for tens of millions of years, and even its reputation should have disappeared from the ten thousand realms.

Does Fang Yue know that "Mending Soul Sutra" is really the heir of a certain ancient witchcraft?

In Yuluozi's heart, there is even more worry.

The "Mending Soul Sutra" he got was not all of the chapters, even less than one percent of the content.

Yu Luozi worried that Fang Yue really had a great heritage behind him. When the time comes, I will be in the process of getting the inheritance.

As for the identity of this inheritor, Yu Luozi didn't lie. There was indeed a white jade decree in his hand, which represented the identity of this great witch heir.

The only problem was that there were nine white jade orders, and he only got one of them.

The nine white jade orders are likely to represent the nine heirs. Is this Fang Yue also one of the heirs of this witch tomb?

Yu Luozi was very worried, thinking about everything in an instant.

And Fang Yue didn't know anything at all.

What Bai Yuling, what inheritor's identity.

He just came here for pure advantage.

"Of course I know the "Soul Replenishment Sutra". I also know this. This "Replenish Soul Sutra" is a scripture used by the ancient heavenly witches to sacrifice the souls of the dead. The heroic spirits returned to help the battle. And, I also mastered part of the inheritance of this "Soul Sutra" in my hands!"

Fang Yue had only heard of the title of "The Sutra of Replenishing Soul", which he heard occasionally when chatting with Sima Xiao and bragging.

When it was his turn to understand Wudao, Sima Xiao was a hundred times better than Fang Yue.

Because one of the methods Sima Xiao majored in was ancient witchcraft.

But as for the real content of "Buying Soul Jing", Fang Yue didn't even know a punctuation mark.

But he also bet that this Yuluozi is also a fragment of the "Mixing Soul Sutra".

Therefore, Fang Yue was going to use the method of the Soul Sutra to impersonate the Sutra of Sutra.

As soon as Fang Yue said this, Luo Yuzi's anxiety became even stronger.

It seems that Fang Yue really knows something, can it happen, this Fang Yue is also one of the heirs of this witch tomb, and he also has a white jade order in his hand?

Yu Luozi's doubts deepened.

Just when Fang Yue and Yu Luozi stared at them, the sound of Xianle sounded one after another.

Each note of Xianle floated in mid-air, turning into a golden talisman like snowflakes.

Fulu whirled and fluttered down the world.

Wherever I passed, flowers bloomed and grass was like jade.

Everything is like a fairyland, descending on this world.

Several pieces of golden talisman fell on Fang Yue's body, and Fang Yue unexpectedly felt that the magic power in his body had become a little more vigorous.

Unable to help, Fang Yue looked along the direction where the golden talisman fell.

He saw a golden carriage leaping into the sky. Behind the carriage were two teams of women in palace costumes, dressed in colorful clothes, with beautiful faces, walking with each other, stepping on auspicious clouds.

"This is the ownership of the witch tomb, do you even want to get involved in Tiansheng Palace?"

Some people's expressions changed slightly, and if the people from the Heavenly Sacred Palace came, then they would really have nothing to argue with.