Emperor of Life and Death

Fang Yue carried his hands on his back, Shi Shiran walked out of the formation mark.

But only halfway through. He encountered a gray soul.

"Fang Yue, help!"

The evil spirit was lying in front of Fang Yue, like a man touching porcelain, and Fang Yue jumped three feet in fright.

Then I asked: "What are you doing!"

"I am a farmer of this generation. I work in a simple manner. I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. I never Who to provoke. But didn't expect that just yesterday evening, a beautifully dressed young man came to my house and killed me and the old brothers who were farming together, regardless of what happened. He killed people. After that, we drained our blood and captured our soul! I fought desperately before I escaped!"

The appearance of the evil spirit gradually became clear and returned to the appearance it was before he was alive.

This is indeed a very simple farmer, dark all over. He is not tall and has strong muscles.

"You have to find Ghost Messenger for this matter! Ask me what I am doing?"

Fang Yue didn't do the work. Those who are alive, if they encounter grievances, can find officials and knights. Get justice.

And those who die need to talk to Ghost Messenger. Then let Ghost Messenger stay in love!

"The old farmer has found Lord Ghost Messenger! It's Lord Ghost Messenger. Call the old farmer to look for you! Said that the matter here involves cultivation people. They are not easy to intervene. And Lord Fang Yue, yes Dual identity, it takes care of the living, and also gets the wronged soul! So it is suitable!"

The old farmer finished. Fang Yue knew what was going on.

Dare to feel that this local Ghost Messenger does not have enough permissions, and it's time to call the job to yourself!

Fang Yue is anxious to find a baby, and is unwilling to take care of such nasty things.

Fang Yue is not the kind of warm-hearted and compassionate character, on the contrary, he was born in the market and is afraid of trouble. He always hides things that are not tied to his own interests as far as possible.

The old farmer saw Fang Yue's expression change.

With his teeth clenched, he said cruelly: "Then Lord Ghost Messenger also said! If Lord Fang Yue is unwilling to help, let me tell you this time. It is not simple. If Lord Fang Yue is not busy Help, sooner or later regret it, if you solve the problem, you can get a lot of benefits!"

"Acridine, this Ghost Messenger knows me quite well?"

Fang Yue was taken aback , His interest is coming!

"Say, where do you live, I will help you find out who that guy is, and kill ordinary people at will!"

Fang Yue patted the old farmer on the shoulder, A faint breath of death penetrated into the old farmer's body. This lifeless spirit is poison to ordinary people, corroding vitality. But for the wronged soul, Cultivating Body Strengthening Essence can be used to stabilize the soul.

The soul of the old farmer is solid. He slowly got up from the ground, step by step, staggering in front of him.

Guide Fang Yue to the direction of his house.

The location of the old farmhouse is not far away, only three to five miles away.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at the location of the old farmhouse.

Fang Yue was stunned by the scene in front of him.

This is a small village, and all the villagers used are fishery, animal husbandry and farming for their livelihoods.

The villagers' temperaments are extremely simple and uncontested. This was supposed to be a hidden land of peace and prosperity, where the chickens and dogs heard each other, and the rice paddies crisscrossed.

However, what caught Fang Yue's eyes was a slaughterhouse on earth.

A corpse is slanted horizontally, stumps and broken arms are everywhere.

A head rolled down to Fang Yue's feet. A face full of fear and hideousness was revealed, and Zai's eyes opened in anger, not stunned.

After Fang Yue saw it, his heart was beating for half a beat, giving birth to an anonymous roar.

"Pharaoh's head! He is Pharaoh's head! But why did he die? He died so miserably!"

The old slave beside Fang Yue screamed bitterly, A face is instantly deformed.

Fang Yue rubs the tooth flakes.

"Who, on earth did this? Killing kills, why do you have to torture so cruelly before death!"

Fang Yue's voice became hoarse.

In a private house. A young Taoist dressed in Ling Luo came out.

There was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth: "didn't expect, there is a fish that escaped the net!"

A young Taoist dressed in Ling Luo A delicate symbol is embroidered on the chest.

This is not unfamiliar to Fang Yue: "Are you a member of the Heavenly Mansion?"

This symbol, Fang Yue has seen on people captured by him, Heavenly Mansion, It is one of the powerful sect of the outside world. My ancestors, there used to be a number of Saints who suppressed the background. No one can be bullied.

"Oh? A little native, you can actually see the origin of my life! Could it be that you are the fanatic Fang Yue?"

The young Taoist does not have a surprised look. Instead, after seeing Fang Yue, his eyes flashed with excitement.

"It's heaven helps me. I just absorbed nearly a hundred wisps of the soul of the gods, and through the suppression of the gods, you can play the strength of Innate 6-Layer. Didn't expect to meet you! Just suppressed , Exchange your head for a huge reward!"

Fang Yue sank his face. He didn’t know what the soul of divinity was, but he could vaguely guess the so-called soul of divinity. Refers to the soul of this Yan Country.

And the outside world, have they offered a reward for him?

Looking at the expression of this young Taoist, the amount of the reward is certainly not small.

"You are killing people, but why do you want to torture them cruelly and then kill them!"

This World, weak are prey to the strong, Fang Yue has gradually adapted The law of the jungle is the dominant law. But he couldn't accept that cheek that was so painful and hideous before death.

"hahaha! This is to make their deaths more valuable! You may not know that Yan Country is built on God's soil, and every creature born in it, in the depth of one's soul There is a trace of the essence of divinity. If you die normally, this trace of divinity is not obvious, and it is difficult to refine. Only when you are tortured and emotional before death, can the divinity in the soul be refined after death!"

The expression of the young Taoist already has a hint of madness.

When he said the word torture, there was a hint of enjoyment in his eyes.

"You have been enchanted! This kind of cultivation is not orthodox! Torture and killing will make your mind dusty. Even if you refine your divinity, you will not be able to go too far on the road of cultivation."

Fang Yue shook his head.

Divine soil, divine nature, this will undoubtedly push the entire Yan Country's life into a bottomless abyss.

However, the refining of the divine nature will also be reduced to the demonic path, and eventually the reason will dissipate. Turned into a fierce monster who only knows how to kill!

"Shut up! yellow mouth child, what do you know? Divinity is precious and can absorb faith! The more divinity we accumulate, the more strength of faith I can tolerate in my soul! when The time comes, I can use the strength of Faith to transform the fleshy body into Divine Physique! Divine King Physique, the heavenly bodies, will be stepped under our feet, and there will never be a day to turn over!"

The voice of the young Taoist is full of pride and expectation.

Fang Yue fully understands that this man has been blinded by desire and is completely hopeless.

Divinity is precious, but it should be derived from the right way.

The divinity gained by this kind of skillful grabbing and cruel killing will only become the devil in the end!

"According to legend, the divine nature of the cultivator will increase with the improvement of the realm of the cultivator! If you can kill Innate 5-Layer, the divine nature in your body must be a hundred times that of an ordinary person! Contribute from the soul! Make me invincible! I will become a god, and your contribution will be written into the historical alchemy!"

The young Taoist roared at Fang Yue.

Fang Yue looked towards the other person with compassion: "You are really crazy! You are not becoming a god, but transforming a demon! Do you know that refining other people's Divine Soul is a supreme sin. Even in the underworld, you will also be judged, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell will be defeated, and it will be difficult to survive beyond endless suffering?"

"Hell? Hell? What is that? When I become a god, I jump out. Reincarnation, no one can control me!"

The young Taoist showed a touch of sorrow. He has exhausted his patience in the process of talking with Fang Yue!

I don’t know when a big shot will appear in his hand. On top of the big shot, a golden light flashes, slashing towards Fang Yue frantically!

Above the big Ge, in addition to the brilliant golden brilliance, there are also strands of Ominous Fiend Qi emerging. A faint black glow, dyed on the golden light.

"You are courting death! Did you know? You were originally a fairy soldier, but as a result, you blessed with the strength of Slaughter for formidable power, and you became infected with the boundless evil spirit. Sooner or later, you will die of your own Euphorbia Down!"

Fang Yue showed horror and quickly backed away.

This buddy is crazy. This method of forging weapons violates taboos and cannot be suppressed by his life style!

"Killing one person is a sin, killing a hundred people as males! A million dead people are the king of kings!"

The young Taoist doesn’t care, he knows his own The euphorbia immortal soldier is dyed to hide the evil heart. But he is sure that his strength will advance faster than the murderous soldier's growth rate, when the time comes, the murderous soldier will be suppressed by him forever, and there is no room for resistance!

"The King of the Kings? Ham sausage?"

Fang Yue was taken aback for a moment, and immediately broke away from the state of vomiting.

This murderous soldier is dangerous and harms others and ourselves! If he is contaminated, he will definitely not end well!

"Heavenly Tribulation deepens, give me baptism suffocation!"

Fang Yue did not hesitate and moved Heavenly Tribulation. Although he had the power to fight this guy, he couldn't extract the evil spirit on this fierce soldier.

These fierce soldiers are more dangerous when there is no owner than when there is one!

When there is a master, you must backlash the master first, and then you will murder others.

But once the master falls, the murderous soldier will have no constraints. When the time comes, it will play Spirit Transformation, killing people on its own, drinking tens of thousands of blood, and achieving oneself!

Force of Tribulation is pure thunder.

Judge life and death, purify Heaven and Earth.

Used to clean Transforming Baleful Qi, it is totally a good method.

One after another thunder slashed down, like howling wind and torrential rain, falling toward the top of the spurge.

"God, how come my Thunder Tribulation is directed at this Euphorbia!" The dark clouds gathered, all positions were above the head of the young Taoist. On the contrary, it is Fang Yue, with a clear sky above ten thousand li, not even a single cloud silk!

"What is this! How terrible! I seem to hear the bell of death! See the footsteps of Death God!"

The face of the young Taoist changed drastically. The thunder thunder was like a wave, completely submerging him, and layers of lightning flashed endlessly. It seems like waves in the sea, hard to count.

Yiding silver's big clock phantoms out above the young Taoist's head. Although it is thunder condensed, its charm is beyond the scope of ordinary Thunder Tribulation.

After that, a big shot fell, slashing the young Taoist from head to toe.

The young Taoist has already relied on the divinity, and has recovered to the realm of Innate 6-Layer in this world, but he is still broken by life, the fleshy body is cracked, and in front of the majesty of Heaven and Earth , There is no resistance at all.

He opened his mouth and made a gurgling noise in his throat.

But in the end, he didn't spit out half a word, it was turned into ashes under the thunder.