Chapter 2322 Direct Blood Relatives

Fang Yue turned around, while Luo Daoyi continued to look forward, with their backs close together, observing all directions without leaving any blind spots.

"Succubus?"

Fang Yue looked in the direction of the sound, and a translucent soul appeared in front of him.

This is the soul of a succubus, with voluptuous makeup, plump body, revealing clothes, and 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 enchanting attitude.

Fang Yue killed him with one punch without saying a word.

The succubi are the most annoying!

Fang Yue didn't like this feeling of being seduced by others.

The Charming Demon is a body of soul, ethereal and has no physical body. Although she has the cultivation of the Void Fairy Realm, 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 charm demon to evaporate directly from the sky and the earth!

"This is so damn born! The suppressed heroic spirits below the battlefield of all races have come out! All the fighting creatures among them should be transformed into sacrifices for these heroic spirits, allowing them to manifest themselves in the 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 soak in them, and one day they could be awakened and returned!

Most of the people in the underworld laughed at such legends.

However, as the master of Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, Fang Yue knew that this legend was not 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 are Tianzun and Supreme who died in the battle in the past. If they come out casually, a hair can 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 this 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, whoever takes control of the human race 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!"

To be conservative, 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 whose lifespan was about to run out. 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 gain more opportunities and break through the bottleneck of the 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 keep secret.

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..."

Tian Mo Hou was also slightly stunned, but he did not say much. His eyes fell to a farther place, thinking.

"Luo Daoyi, let's send a clone in!"

Fang Yue no longer hesitated and borrowed troops from the battlefield of all races. If successful, it would alleviate the huge crisis faced by the human race now.

"Okay!"

Luo Daoyi threw out a puppet. This puppet was at the peak level of the virtual fairyland. Its materials were expensive and were forged with black gold. Even a strong man at the level of the true fairyland could not destroy it in a short time.

Fang Yue also gathered a clone with the vitality of heaven and earth, and injected a ray of divine thought into it.

However, this time Fang Yue went with his sincerity. He brought a jade bottle and a brocade box with him.

The jade bottle contained ten drops of soul power at the sixth level, and the brocade box contained a great saint Yuandan.

The two stepped into the eastern battlefield No. 074 again, which was still filled with scorching magma.

Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi entered the core position of the Eastern 074 battlefield. After walking for an unknown period of time, they finally saw a huge golden palace towering.

This palace was magnificent and golden, and even a hundred miles away, one could feel the nobleness contained in it.

"This is the Shinto Heavenly Palace, not the main body, but it still reached the level of a true fairyland magic weapon!"

Luo Daoyi stopped and squinted his eyes, looking at the magnificent palace.

"The Shinto Palace was the residence of Luo Shendao, the Heavenly Venerable, five civilization eras ago. Luo Shendao became the Heavenly Venerable and spent hundreds of millions of years to build the Shinto Palace into a Heavenly Venerable magic weapon! Later, before the beginning of the three civilization eras, Luo Shendao disappeared, and the Shinto Palace also disappeared! I didn't expect that someone would forge a replica of the Shinto Palace at the level of the true fairyland! This palace probably has some of the power of the original body!"

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Why are you two standing in front of my palace and not willing to come in for a chat?"

A clear voice came from the Heavenly Palace.

Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi did not hesitate, they joined hands to step into the Heavenly Palace.

The door of the Divine Sword Palace also opened.

"It is indeed the residence of the ancient Shura clan!"

Luo Daoyi saw the layout of the Heavenly Palace and couldn't help but feel overwhelmed!

In the Heavenly Palace, on both sides of the corridor, every ten meters there was a burly warrior in blood-colored armor standing by.

Blood-colored smoke lingered around these burly warriors, and a faint smell of blood emanated from their armor and weapons.

Each warrior was at the peak of the virtual fairyland. According to Fang Yue's estimation, they should have been suppressed by the rules of this battlefield. Once they stepped out of this battlefield, they would definitely be able to recover to the true fairyland or even higher levels of combat power.

At the end of the corridor was an ancient palace.

On the walls on both sides of the palace were hung replicas of the instruments of the Heavenly Venerable.

Morning bells, evening drums, Xuanyuan swords, measuring rulers... and other replicas of the instruments of the Heavenly Venerable, each of which had once left a great reputation between heaven and earth.

A slightly pale and frail teenager sat on the blood throne in the middle of the palace.

The two eight-winged blood angels beside the teenager had broken through the limit of the rules of this second-level battlefield of all races and entered the level of the true fairyland.

The young man seemed to be a cloud of fog. At least Fang Yue and Luo Daoyi could not find out the specific cultivation level of the young man with their spiritual level.

"You two are guests from afar. Why don't you sit down? I will explain your doubts to you!"

The young man's voice was bright and clear, not as weak and gloomy as his appearance.

Luo Daoyi shuddered and knelt on one knee.

"Disciple Luo Daoyi pays homage to the ancestor Luo Feng!"

Luo Daoyi's voice was a bit trembling.

The young man was slightly stunned, 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 civilization eras, he could actually see his blood disciple.

Although the years have passed and billions of time have dissipated.

But the weak resonance in the blood is not wrong.

"The disciple is the 1,281st generation of the Luo family!"

Luo Daoyi's voice had a hint of crying, and the always cunning Luo Daoyi was rarely showing his true feelings at this moment.

"Are you really my blood relative?"

Luo Feng showed a look of emotion.

"People of the Luo family dare not look up to their ancestors! We have always worshipped the portrait of Lord Luo Feng. Lord Luo Feng is the eighth generation ancestor of our Luo family. During every festival, there will be people in the clan offering sacrifices to Lord!"

Luo Daoyi's words were sonorous and powerful. He actually took out a scroll from his storage bag.

The scroll was unfolded, and the person in the scroll was exactly Luo Feng.

The young man was handsome, detached and free, elegant, and out of this world like an immortal.