Fang Yue sneered coldly: "You are going to kill me, can't I just do a struggle before I am dying? People are dead and birds are in the sky, I care about your flood, you want to kill me, I can't beat you, but Before I die, I will drag you to bury you. I think I have earned it too!"

Fang Yue was completely a bachelor attitude.

The Rakshadan in his hand is the two powerhouses in the rotation realm of the blood martial clan next to him who are in cold sweat.

Who on earth is Fang Yue and how could he have such a thing.

"Fang Yue, good, you wait for me!"

Nalan Yunfeng stared at each other Yue, but he was threatened for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to start the attack!

Because Nalan Yunfeng was really afraid that Fang Yue would crush this Rakshadan on impulse! Although he has a treasured body protected by his clan, Rakshadan is too evil. Who knows if this thing can be pierced.

In the world of the heavens, there seems to be a legend about Rakshadan recorded in the history of any race.

The endless horror hidden therein can only be described clearly by those who have witnessed it.

Nalan Yunfeng walked away, his back was gone.

Fang Yue looked at Nalan Yunfeng with a smile and squinted, waving his hand, and said, "Go slow, don't give it away!"

A crisis resolves the invisible.

All the strong players in the rotation stage of the two blood martial clan squeezed a cold sweat.

The pressure that Nalan Yunfeng brought to them was too terrifying, and even if they really took action, they couldn't guarantee that they would survive in Nalan Yunfeng's hands.

Fortunately, Fang Yue has a big killer in his hands-Rakshadan.

In Fang Yue's evaluation, the hearts of these two Rotating Realm powerhouses could not help but take another step! "Damn, damn, this Fang Yue must die! When did such a figure appear in the Blood Martial Clan, who is good at calculating, and even knows how to fight, how exactly did the Rakshadan in his hand come from? It must be thoroughly investigated! Even Nalan Yunfeng, whom we invited at a high price, was shocked

Retreat, what is the origin and identity of Fang Yue! "

In a luxurious mansion in a small town 800 kilometers away from Qianyue Mountain.

With a bang, a strong man of the ocean clan with a shrimp head smashed the tea cup in his hand.

He is Xia Yue, the principal of this operation.

There are still six strong men in the ocean world seated in the room, all of them silent and afraid to speak.

Xia Yue has a grumpy temper, and her personality is uncertain. If anyone makes him frown at this time, he might be violently beaten by Xia Yue!

"Report to your lord that Nalan Yunfeng refused to return the Breath of the Sea. He said that the resources we provided were extremely inaccurate and almost killed him. Although he did not complete the task, he has tried his best. That drop of Breath of the Sea is his Shocking expenses!"

A young man from the ocean world ran in, half-kneeling in front of Xia Yue and whispered.

He trembled all over, not even daring to lift his head.

It is a pity that he is fully guarded, and the final result will not change. "What? Nalan Yunfeng is really brave enough to greet the things of our ocean world! That's the breath of the ocean! After taking it, the sensitivity to the avenue of water between heaven and earth increases within ten days. Five times! If it's taken by people who don't understand the Great Way of Water,

You can enlighten the Tao in a short time, break through the obstacles, and have the qualifications for promotion to the rotation realm! "

Xia Yue is utterly desperate, and his seven orifices are about to emit white smoke!

His voice was too loud, and it contained the power of thunder.

The little servant responsible for reporting the letter couldn't resist it, and died directly, blood, corpses, and splashes everywhere!

"Would you take back the breath of the ocean in Nalan Yunfeng's hands? This thing is the treasure of my ocean world. A drop of the breath of the ocean can cultivate a powerful person in the rotation realm!"

A strong man in the ocean world of rotation made a suggestion.

Xia Yue immediately widened her eyes, slapped a slap, and slapped down the strong man in the rotation realm. He couldn't find the north! "The soul is pale, the soul is pale, the soul is pale! What do you know? Is the Caiyun tribe something we can offend? The Caiyun tribe is a tribe of gods, which enshrines a full 108 gods, the world Will, space interval, ordinary saint realm powerhouse cannot come,

However, the gods are able to radiate thoughts, condense the clones with the help of faith, ignoring the barriers of the world's will space and descend on this world.

This Nalan Yunfeng was originally the son of a god, whoever offends him is tantamount to offending a god! "

Xia Yue roars again and again, and the gods are an unfathomable existence.

They are taking another path of cultivation, condensing faith, and brewing godhood!

They are mysterious and capable of reaching the sky. Although they have given up the hope of becoming a fairy, their strength is stronger, not weaker than the ordinary fairy!

"Nalan Yunfeng can't offend, but this Fang Yue must die! This time, I invited the Death Organization to take action personally, and we must kill Fang Yue!"

Xia Yue suddenly calmed down.

According to their understanding of the Blood Martial Clan, Fang Yue will definitely be able to receive attention after experiencing these things, and there will be a strong person at the rotation level personally guarding him in a short time.

They send people to assassinate, the price is too high, and they are likely to fail, and then lose everything.

Therefore, to deal with Fang Yue, you can only kill with a knife!

The sleeves of the summer moon robe flicked, and a black token appeared immediately.

The token shattered and a very fine crack appeared.

Xia Yue's heart twitched, and a distressed expression appeared involuntarily under her eyes.

This death token, every time it is used, it will break into a crack, use it ten times, ten cracks, the token will be broken by itself and no longer exist!

A token is of great value!

He spent a lot of favors in exchange for it!

A precious opportunity was wasted on Fang Yue, which made him hate Fang Yue even more in his heart.

at this time.

Void crack.

A puppet came out of it, which was a letter puppet organized by the **** of death, which itself was refined from precious wood.

Its eyes were extremely scarlet, as if they were stained with blood.

Scarlet puppets, once they are born, they must be blood!

"Scarlet Puppet, help me kill a Heaven and Earth Realm practitioner named Fang Yue from the Blood Martial Clan! Give me an estimate of how much it will cost to kill him!"

Xia Yue restrained her ostentatious expression, became respectful and extremely humble!

The Scarlet Puppet has its own intelligence, although it is only a high-level puppet, but if it is angry, they will probably all be killed.

The Scarlet Puppet nodded slightly, and his **** eyes flickered slightly.

"Investigate Fang Yue's information. Complete the information! A total of two battles, warriors, warriors, and practitioners with combat power equivalent to the first level of the rotation realm!

The most suitable way to kill, curse to kill! There is a price to pay, one hundred thousand superb spiritual stones or equivalent treasures! "

The Scarlet Puppet spoke.

A mouth almost scared Xia Yue to death!

One hundred thousand superb spiritual stones, why didn't he rob!

In general, the reward for the rotation realm is around 30,000 to 50,000 best spirit stones!

One hundred thousand superb spiritual stones is equivalent to the total resource expenditure of an elite army of one hundred thousand for three to five years!

"Could it be cheaper!"

Xia Yue has a guilty conscience. He has paid one hundred thousand best spirit stones for a warrior on the first level of the world realm. No matter what he thinks, he feels that it is not worth it!

"The Grim Reaper Organization has never bargained. If you are willing to trade, you will pay the bill, and if you don't want it, you will fall!"

The Scarlet Puppet didn't leave Xia Yue any affection, and his tone seemed to be a reprimand, quite blunt.

Xia Yue showed a thin look of anger. But to think of the horror of the death organization is to forcibly suppress the anger in the heart.

"Well, one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones is one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones, but this Fang Yue must die!"

Xia Yue took out a delicate storage bag, which was not too much or too much, which happened to be filled with one hundred thousand best spiritual stones.

The Scarlet Puppet weighed it a little and nodded slightly. Without a word, he set up an altar.

The silver altar was mottled with blood.

The Scarlet Puppets placed pieces of the best spirit stones on the sixty-four grooves of the altar, offering sacrifices to the world and requiring energy, and the best spirit stones are the best energy stones!

"In my mind, summon ghosts and gods to punish Fang Yue and never exceed life!"

The altar oscillated, cause and effect lingering.

The words of the Scarlet Puppet fell, as if the whole world resonated with him!

Sixty-four top-grade spirit stones disappeared and turned into sixty-four strands of black smoke, dissipating between the sky and the earth.

The wind screamed and the sky was bloody.

The chaos of the sun and the moon, it seems that even the will of heaven and earth has become obscured at this moment.

On the altar, a picture emerged, and the protagonist in the picture was Fang Yue.

At this moment, Fang Yue is reading a book in the stone house he constructed. He has ten lines at a glance, and his spirit is focused, and he no longer improves himself at all times! "This is indeed a good seedling. The spirit is concentrated and the heart is quiet. There is no demon in this state. As long as he is given enough time, the bottleneck of the cycle and the yin and yang cannot hold him. It is a pity that he will die soon. , The people selected by our death organization have never survived

Precedent! "

The scarlet puppet shook his head slightly, feeling a pity, but there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, betraying his true thoughts!

"What's going on? Why do I smell a curse!"

Fang Yue put down his books without delay. Slightly getting up, a wave of righteousness spread out immediately.

I am good at raising my awe-inspiring spirit!

This is the famous epigram handed down by Mencius during the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period.

Originally, this sentence was pale and weak in the mouth of Confucianism and could not be verified. It was just a common famous saying in the textbook.

But after Fang Yue stepped into the practice, he gradually understood, his heart was mighty and he was not afraid of ghosts and gods!

Reading day and night, nourishing the spirit, the ancient great scholars are full of economics, and they can have an epiphany without cultivation and become immortals.

During this period of time, Fang Yue has been studying and practicing, involving politics, history, humanities, and geography. He keeps words and phrases in mind. He has gradually developed some bookish qualities, able to sense crises and predict misfortunes.

At this time, a ghost floated and appeared in front of Fang Yue.

The ghost's eyes were extremely cold, and the curse of crimson aura lingered all over his body.

"Nine curses, heavy murders, I am only the first curse, humble ants, you should give up resistance!"

The ghost stood with his hand in his hand, his face full of disdain.

For practitioners like Fang Yue who had just entered the realm of heaven and earth, he didn't know how many he had killed!

"Someone is cursing me?"

Fang Yue was surprised, then his face was cold. "I understand, it must be the marine creatures that shot me! Do they really think I'm a soft persimmon? Guys like you dare to come up!"