Chapter 4593 Born at the Wrong Time

A voice came from another suspicious tomb.

What was buried in that suspicious tomb was the demonic shell of Patriarch Wutian.

With a bang, the tomb of doubt exploded.

Ancestor Wutian then came out.

It is also the cultivation realm of the fifth-level behind-the-scenes mastermind, but Patriarch Wutian's demon shell and demonic energy are also extremely terrifying, with combat power that exceeds his own cultivation realm.

The appearance of two powerful masterminds behind the scenes made the corpse clan's scalp numb and the pressure doubled.

The origins of these two people are not simple, but they are not the real ones, but they have great backgrounds and are difficult to deal with.

"Did this stoke a hornet's nest? For Fang Yue to summon so many powerful men! The undead evil demon and the remains of two Emperor Senior Realm powerhouses put a lot of pressure on Lord Tiantuo!"

Some among the zombie tribe were whispering that they were very worried.

Although Master Tiantuo has reached the level of half-step Emperor Senior Realm, the background of the opponent is not simple.

"Murong Qianli, how many powerful men have you sacrificed? I feel that these two guys have just recovered, and the energy and blood in their bodies are still unstable. This is a typical characteristic of those who have just accepted sacrifices and recovered some of their strength!"

Tiantuo felt his energy and blood surge up, rushing straight to his forehead.

Are these my subordinates only good at cultivation but not brains?

Murong Qianli quickly defended: "I really didn't do what happened this time. It was that idiot Ximen Hanxue who was tricked by Fang Yue!"

"Three powerful men at the level of masterminds behind the scenes, and they are all the remains of the big boss. Each one is more difficult to deal with than the last. I'm afraid I won't be able to solve it in a while!"

Tiantuo knows the limits of his strength.

None of these three people can be viewed with normal mastermind-level combat power.

Take out any one and it will shock the whole world.

Even if the deity disappears, only the body remains.

"What do you mean, ancestor?"

Murong Qianli asked.

"Find your father Murong Bolong. In terms of strength, he is slightly inferior to me but not much! We can suppress these people together, and the treasures in the Emperor's Tomb must be ours!"

Lord Tiantuo is gearing up and eager to try.

He did not back down because his enemy was powerful.

To eliminate Fang Yue, these people are the threshold that must be crossed.

If the foundation of the Fang family continues, when their elites return and cooperate inside and outside, Fang Yue will take away part of the right to speak in this chaotic realm.

Master Tiantuo said this.

Murong Qianli suddenly became excited.

"Sir, please give me a handwriting. I am just one of my father's one hundred and eight sons. It is just my request. I am so humble and humble. I am afraid it will be difficult to summon my father!"

Murong Qianli had a very clear understanding of his identity and status.

His father, Murong Bolong, is a first-class mastermind. His cultivation is not as good as Master Tiantuo, but his status in the ethnic group is vaguely higher.

Because Murong Bolong's talent is stronger, he has the possibility to attack the Emperor.

Although Master Tiantuo also has it, due to his rash advances in his early years, his foundation in practice is unstable and there is little hope of reaching the Emperor.

"good!"

Tiantuo handed a handwriting to Murong Qianli and asked Murong Qianli to shake it.

Fang Yue stood there with a half-smile, not stopping him at all.

Murong Qianli took over the oracle and used the secret technique to summon his father.

Just for a moment.

A figure stepped through the void. His black color was as thick as messy grass, and his muscles were stronger than steel.

This man is only about 1.7 meters tall, but he gives people the feeling of being towering beyond the mountains.

Murong Bolong appears.

Tiantuo's face was full of confidence.

Fang Yue shouldn't be able to run away this time.

"Fang Yue, I heard that you are extremely talented and have unparalleled means. You can kill enemies beyond levels and summon countless strong men. Now I give you a chance to continue to shake people! All the seniors of your Fang family can come here. I see you How much ability do you still have?"

Tiantuo said proudly.

At this moment, Tiantuo was a little confused.

The two half-step Emperor Senior Realm experts are already the top lineup in the entire Chaos Realm.

A strong person at the level of Emperor Senior Realm is hard to come across.

It was impossible for Fang Yue to find someone more powerful than them.

Even if Fang Yue really dares to summon all the strong men of the Fang family, the final result can only be that they will kill all the people of the Fang family without leaving any one behind.

"Two half-step emperors, well, it's almost done!"

Fang Yue's expression was indifferent, and he didn't really take Lord Tuotian and Murong Bolong seriously.

"Sir, it's time for you to be born! These two half-step emperors are your sacrifices. You can use their origins to make up for the loss of being born early!"

Fang Yue suddenly turned around and looked at the emperor's tomb. His expression was humble and respectful, which was completely different from the arrogant look he had before.

"Murong Qianli, why did you and Tiantuo call me here?"

Murong Bolong felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.

He came when he saw Tuotian's handwriting.

The handwriting only said that Tuotian needed his support, and his son Murong Qianli was also there, so he felt that there should be no danger.

But seeing the scene in front of him, he was a little confused.

What is Fang Yue summoning?

"That's it, dad..."

Murong Qianli was respectful and explained clearly what happened here before.

"Dad, this Fang Yue is just a chicken and a dog in front of you. You don't have to worry..."

"Snapped!"

Murong Bolong slapped him in the face.

"The Emperor's Tomb... the blood of the immortal evil... you rebellious son, do you want to piss me off to death? Go, go, go, go! Fang Yue can release nine drops of the blood of the immortal evil from the Emperor's Tomb, can't he get the emperor's bones out of the Emperor's Tomb? If the fallen emperor is not dead and comes to the world again, who will deal with him? Is it Tuoba, the old man, or you?"

Murong Bolong scolded.

The authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear.

Murong Bolong has discovered the trick.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Emperor's Tomb in Yuhui City has been confirmed to have buried a real emperor. He died in the battle to protect the Chaos Territory and was killed by the Heavenly Dao Will of the Dimensional World. There are several Dao wounds on his body left by the Heavenly Dao Will of the Dimensional World, and these Dao wounds cannot be broken at all."

"As long as the Dao wounds are there, he can't be resurrected!"

Murong Qianli said.

"Asshole! I told you to read more books, but have you read all those books into your dog's stomach?"

"Look carefully, what is in the second layer of this Emperor's Tomb that is suppressing the nine drops of blood of the immortal evil demon?"

Murong Bolong scolded.

"Isn't it the will of the Heavenly Dao that has fallen in the ninth layer? Could it be that the Emperor in this Emperor's Tomb wants to learn from the one in the Tongtian Universe to merge his remnant thoughts with the Heavenly Dao? Not to mention that that path has failed! Even if it succeeds, this Emperor can't restore himself by merging like this. The one in the Tongtian Universe merged the great Tongtian Universe, the tenth-level universe, and he merged only nine broken universe seeds!"

Murong Qianli sneered.

"Really?"

A feminine voice came slowly.

In the Emperor's Tomb, a figure floated out.

He was dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow, with a frail body and snow-white skin. He had red lips and white teeth, and three thousand strands of black hair that fell to his waist. If you don't argue carefully, you can't even see through his male body.

With a little makeup on his face, he was a peerless beauty.

"It's out, it's out!"

Tuotian stuttered.

His eyes widened, with an incredible look.

This man who looked like a woman was the existence in the Emperor's Tomb - Emperor Kongchen.

"It's not the real body!"

Murong Bolong was more calm. Although this man walked out of the Emperor's Tomb and carried the breath of the Emperor, as long as he observed it a little, he could still tell that his breath was not calm and was very different from the legendary Emperor's real body.

"That's right, this clone was condensed by Fang Yue with the blood of the Star Clan. The Star Clan is my descendant, and the blood contains the breath of my origin!" Emperor Kongchen smiled softly, which was very charming.

Using the blood of the descendants to condense the clone and complete himself, this was learned by Fang Yue and the Lord of Storm.

"No wonder you asked us to collect the blood of the Star Clan from the beginning. It turns out that they are waiting for us here!"

A powerful man in the Supreme Realm of the Corpse Clan, his eyes flickered, and finally realized it.

Fang Yue has been planning since the beginning, and every move has been made.

Sacrifice is sacrifice.

Most of the benefits were given to the old ancestor Wu Tian and the Hades. However, the blood of the Star Clan was kept by Fang Yue by stealing and replacing the pillars, and a clone was condensed to supply the Emperor in the Emperor's Tomb-Kong Chen.

"Such calculations, such wisdom, it's a pity that you were not born in my Corpse Clan, otherwise we should do our best to cultivate you, and you will still be a hegemon in the future!"

Murong Bolong sighed.

Just felt a little regretful.

"It doesn't matter, just kill this Fang Yue, and then buy him into the burial soil, wait for thousands of years to pass, and cultivate him into another corpse king of our poet clan, and he can inherit our Taoism in the future and become our most loyal war servant!"

Tian Tuo said.

His words were somewhat careless, and the fear just now had dissipated from his face.

Because he found that the Emperor's clone condensed by Fang Yue with the blood of the stars was even more unbearable than the human skin of the ancestor Wu Tian and the Hades.

This clone was only at the level of the initial entry into the realm of the mastermind behind the scenes. After all, it was condensed from the blood of some weak star clans, and it was not worthy of being in the upper class.

"As long as your clone is destroyed, your consciousness will fall into a state of sinking again. A corpse of the Emperor without consciousness can just become the next loyal puppet war servant of my corpse people!"

Tiantuo said.

His eyes were burning and his ambition was huge. When he looked at Emperor Kongchen, he had lost all his awe. In his eyes, Emperor Kongchen's corpse was like a precious magic weapon.

If he could refine it into his own war servant, then he would be ranked among the top strong men in the chaotic territory.

"Do it!"

Murong Bolong's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He wanted to fight quickly and resolve all the hidden dangers.

Fang Yue's eyes opened and closed, a hint of murderous intent emerged.

"Do you think these are the only cards I have in my hand?" (End of this chapter)