Chapter 2809 White-Robed Sword Immortal

"Li Zizai, you old guy is still alive?"

After Mozaha saw the old man from the human race, he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

This was a strong human being who was born in the same era as him. In the era when he was born, Zizui already looked like he had half a foot on the coffin board. Unexpectedly, hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the old guy is still living shamelessly.

"It's just relying on self-proclaiming to extend your only life. Even if you seal ten civilization eras, your cultivation will not improve at all. Your calcaneus was already broken by the great demon king of the demon clan back then. It is destined to It has always been stuck in the early stage of Da Luo Jin Wonderland, and it is impossible to make any progress. Do you think that if you jump out to scare people, we will be scared? The human race has even released an old thing like you, which proves the human race's strength. Weak and incompetent.”

Mozaha stared at the old man from the human race.

The serious expression on his face only lasted for a moment, and finally a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.

Li Zizai was at the end of his strength.

Since he didn't want to die, then he would send him on his last journey and let him put his other foot completely into the coffin board and never be reincarnated.

"Fang Yue, be careful of that eternal copper coffin." Shi Meng secretly reminded Fang Yue.

"Those immortals from the ancient tribe are not to be feared at all. Although they want to use forbidden things like the Eternal Copper Coffin as bait, they have no idea what the Eternal Copper Coffin actually means! "

There was a hint of anger and a hint of pity in Shi Meng's tone.

Fang Yue was also a little surprised, Shi Meng didn't even pay attention to the eight great Luo Jinxian of all races present. Now he was asked to be careful about the eternal copper coffin.

"What exactly is this eternal copper coffin? I have never heard of the value or significance of this kind of existence." Fang Yue asked in a low voice.

At this time, a true immortal from the Martial Clan appeared behind him like a ghost.

The true immortal of the Martial Clan pulled out the long knife from his waist. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, aimed at Fang Fang's back, roared, and suddenly swung the blade in his hand, slashing towards Fang Yue's back.

Fang Yue sighed quietly when the blade was about to fall on him.

"Originally, I wanted to hide myself and kill a Daluo Golden Immortal in a secret attack. I didn't expect that my identity would be exposed for you, a little True Immortal. It's really a pity!"

Fang Yue turned around. His eyes fell on the true immortal who made a sneak attack.

"Separation of soul and body!" Four words fell. The true immortal of the Martial Clan had his soul taken away directly, and he stood there in a daze, unable to move.

Afterwards, Fang Yue skillfully took away the body and soul of Wu Clan's Zhenxin.

"Who are you? When did a strong man like you appear in the human race?"

Mo Zaha suddenly looked in Fang Yue's direction. If a strong man at the True Immortal Realm falls, if he turns a blind eye, then he is no longer worthy of being a strong man at the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm.

This is a true immortal. Even if his realm is a bit illusory, he will not be wiped out so easily.

"Human race, Fang Yue!"

Fang Yue took a step forward and introduced himself confidently.

"Are you the descendant of the human race's lineage of cultivating all kinds of arts? Hahahaha, how powerful was the lineage of cultivating all kinds of arts in the ancient times? Three or five people formed their own sect, and they were enough to suppress it. In an era, if the Heavenly Lords were not eliminated, they were the strongest beings. But now, the people of Wanfa Jianxiu lineage are withering away, and only a mere saint-level existence like you is left. , I will completely knock down the Ten Thousand Magic Sword Cultivators into the long river of time, making them an eternal past and no longer able to stand up!"

Mo Zaha took a look at Fang Yue. He pointed the finger at Fang Yue, recalling the past in his mind. How powerful was the line of cultivating all kinds of techniques? But when he, a powerful man from ten thousand races at the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm level, heard about the Wanfa Jianxiu lineage, he had to bow his head and did not even dare to say a bad word, for fear that the strong men of this lineage would react and casually A sword beam was struck in the void, ending their lives.

That is the shadow shared by the strong men of an era. But now the line of cultivating all kinds of methods has declined to such an extent, and there is only one practitioner at the saint level left as the person to inherit it.

And if he could end the last single seedling of the lineage of all methods and cultivation.

If other powerful men from ancient times were to revive, he would be able to boast that he had put an end to the last glory of the Wanfa Jianxiu lineage.

Fang Yue glanced at this powerful man from ancient times.

"If you have the ability, would you try to touch a hair on my head?" Fang Yue didn't realize how powerful Mo Zaha was. Since the strong human race in ancient times could kill him once, I can also kill this guy a second time.

"Hahahaha, could it be that in this era, the inheritor of the lineage of cultivating all kinds of arts has lost his mind? He doesn't even have the most basic respect for the powerful people in the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm. Does he think he can Can you compete with us with your saint-level cultivation?"

Fang Yue's attention was not focused on the face of the ancient clan's Daluo Jinxian.

Years of slumber seemed to have damaged his brain.

This time it's a war of clans.

It is not personal force that controls everything.

All races are planning.

If the human race had received the news and expected this scene to happen, according to the human race's temperament, they would never sit and wait for death, at least let so many strong people in the race come to die.

There must be a back-up plan.

But what exactly is this back-up plan?

Fang Yue held his breath.

He ignored Mozaha's existence and turned away!

"Escape? Where do you think you can escape to? Hahaha, this area of ​​100 miles has been covered by us."

Mozaha's laughter became more and more flamboyant and arrogant.

He looked at Fang Yue with eyes as if a cat and a mouse.

Fang Yue was extremely quiet.

Mozaha's existence was just an episode for him.

If he wanted to kill Mozaha, Fang Yue firmly believed that within a hundred moves, Mozaha would definitely die in his hands.

However, what about the next time?

He will face the crazy pursuit of the other seven Daluo Jinxians of the Ten Thousand Races.

He can kill one Daluo, but it is impossible to face seven at the same time.

Beings who can step into the Daluo Jinxian realm, regardless of their race, are not simple beings.

"What is the next plan of the human race?"

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes, thinking about this question repeatedly in his mind.

Suddenly, Fang Yue's eyes fell on the eternal copper coffin that originally attracted the white-clothed swordsman of the human race.

Some ancient patterns began to emerge on the rusty coffin.

A phoenix poked its head out from the dark green rust.

"Phoenix, the most famous thing is rebirth from the ashes!"

An inexplicable thought emerged in Fang Yue's mind.

All the questions seemed to have their own answers at this moment.

"Does the human race want to take advantage of this opportunity to rebirth the strong man of the human king lineage in this eternal copper coffin?"

A cold smile floated slightly at the corner of Fang Yue's mouth.

Maybe, but it may not be!

Moreover, with the nature of the human race, if it was just such a simple purpose, they would not waste so much time and energy!

A blood-colored thousand paper cranes broke through the air.

It landed on Mozaha's shoulder.

Mozaha's fingertips just touched the thousand paper cranes.

The thousand paper cranes suddenly exploded.

A scene on the front line emerged in the blood mist.

Blood flowed like a river, and corpses were everywhere.

The bodies of the ancient tribe's strongmen were hung on the walls of the human race.

Looking around, there were a total of three spiritual immortals and twelve true immortals.

On the ground, the corpses of the ancient tribe covered the ground, looking around, endless, connecting the sky and the earth.

The sunset fell, and the orange light made the blood on the ground more dazzling.

Then, the picture condensed by the blood mist slowly dissipated.

"What is this?"

Mozaha's pupils shrank suddenly.

He seemed to understand something.

However, he did not dare to admit his guess in his heart.

"You have mobilized so many troops this time, isn't it to explore the human race's trump card? As you wish, the human race can let you see the trump card of our race!"

The white-clothed swordsman reappeared.

He suddenly spoke.

No longer arrogant as before.

He began to talk more.

"Lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

Mozaha came from the front line. He was originally a foundation-level figure in charge of the Ten Thousand Races.

There are many strong people from the ancient race like him in the front line, not only the Daluo Jinxian, but even the existence of the Immortal King level!

But they each have their own tasks.

Everyone is in a different place!

Originally, Mozaha left by himself, and the battle line between the human race and the ancient race was so long.

He thought that the human race would not notice it.

Even if the human race noticed it, would they dare to easily attack the ancient race, break the stalemate, and take the initiative?

Mozaha came with full confidence.

In the end, he found out how ridiculous his confidence was.

The human race took action.

When the ancient race was at its weakest, he dealt them a fatal blow.

The bright red blood and the corpses lying on the ground gave him the most tragic answer.

Mozaha's body was shaky.

The corpses hanging on the city wall were the most loyal and capable subordinates he had trained in ancient times.

"Human race!"

Mozaha gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"This is a war, it is normal to fight each other to death. From the moment we stepped into the battlefield, we were ready to die in battle! We humans have already made this preparation, what about you ancient race?"

The voice of the white-clothed swordsman was a little solemn.

After years of silence, the human race is finally awakening like a giant dragon.

The corpses of the ancient race strongmen on the front line are the sacrifices of the human race.

Mozaha took a deep breath.

"I understand, do you human race want to disturb my state of mind through these scenes? Sorry, I am a Daluo Jinxian, my state of mind is eternal and will not retreat! Your calculations are redundant!"