Chapter 4187 How Do You Plan to Die?

Fang Yue's tone was filled with murderous intent.

Feng Baishuang clenched her fists, and veins popped out on the back of her hands.

He showed an angry and ferocious expression and looked at Fang Yue fiercely.

"Fang Yue, you forced me to do this!"

Feng Baishuang's complexion quickly became rosy, but this rosiness gave Fang Yue an unnatural feeling.

"what are you up to?"

Fang Yue frowned and asked in surprise.

"I want to take the third path among the choices you gave me!"

Feng Baishuang growled.

"Fang Yue, do you think I'm really afraid of you? I just have some trump cards that I'm not willing to use unless absolutely necessary!"

Feng Baishuang bit the tip of her tongue and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Essence and blood are suspended in mid-air.

Feng Baishuang began to sing in a low voice.

"Great Storm Lord! Please come to this world! Your people call for your return, and your servants are willing to sacrifice for you!"

Feng Baishuang's eyes were full of piety!

An ancient world projection slowly fell.

Feng Baishuang's burly body began to become shriveled.

He sacrificed nearly one-third of his own energy as a sacrifice to summon the Lord of Storms!

"They are the masterminds behind the scenes, and they are going to take action!"

The will of heaven in the underworld suddenly reminded Fang Yue.

The words of the will of heaven in the underworld made Fang Yue's heart suddenly tighten.

The Storm Lord appears beyond his plans.

According to his speculation, the masterminds behind the scenes were sitting high on the fishing platform. They should be as stable as a rock and should not end up at this time.

"Who is calling me to awaken?"

A desolate and eternal voice came.

In the endless sky, a pair of blue eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are these, as if they contain countless storms and whirlpools.

Just look at him.

That is to say, the souls of countless practitioners were involved and completely sunk, falling into eternal catastrophe!

"Great Lord of Storms, I am your humble people. I use my blood to summon you to come. I hope you can save your people from the fire and water!"

Feng Baishuang said humbly.

In front of this terrifying Lord of Storms, even someone as strong as the wind and frost would not dare to act presumptuously.

He knelt down on one knee, with a respectful expression on his face.

"Are the sacrifices ready?"

The Storm Lord said slowly.

"The billions of people of the Wind Clan are willing to use their blood and souls to build a great body for you!"

Feng Baishuang said again.

At this time, there were nine cities in the Feng Clan, and the people of the Feng Clan in each city were at least measured in hundreds of millions.

The city lights up.

Ancient formations awakened.

The people of the Wind Clan among them instantly exploded in confusion and astonishment, turning into blood mist.

Their souls and blood turned into smoke, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and merged into the body of the Lord of Storms.

The Storm Lord's body gradually condensed.

He became an unparalleled handsome man in green.

His long green hair fell to the ground.

A pair of deep eyes can move the world!

This Lord of Storms seems to be the only protagonist in this world.

He slowly walked out of the storm world, as if he had stepped from illusion into reality!

"This old guy from the Wind Clan is really shameless. He actually sacrificed hundreds of millions of his people in exchange for the arrival of a clone of this old antique from the Lord of Storms!"

Nangong Shouyue stood on the territory of the Celestial Clan and murmured to himself.

There was also a solemn look in his eyes.

As one of the oldest masters in the underworld universe, Nangong Shouyue naturally knew about the existence of the Storm Lord.

From a certain perspective, this Storm Lord is one of the founders of the Wind Clan in this civilized era.

In the outer realm of the underworld.

In the history of all races, most records have gaps.

There was one time in the Middle Ages and one time in the Ancient Era, but few people know that there was an ancient Kaitian Era before the Ancient Era.

In the Age of Creation, a new civilization era in the underworld universe has just been opened, and everything is waiting to be done.

Among all races, the ancestors of this era were born.

The ancestor of the Wind Clan is the Lord of Storms.

He grew to the level of Tianzun in a short period of time and left behind the ancient inheritance of the Wind Clan in this civilized era.

The myth of the Storm Lord began in the Age of Creation and then continued into the Ancient Era.

But in ancient times, because the Lord of Storms did some treacherous things and seemed to want to steal the original power of the will of heaven in the underworld universe, he was expelled by the will of heaven in the underworld universe and left the underworld universe and went to Chaos. The boundary of the territory opened up the world of Stormwind.

Now, the Storm Lord has returned, definitely for revenge.

The Storm Lord's eyes looked at Fang Yue without any emotion at all.

"Are you the chosen messenger of the heavenly will of the underworld?"

the Storm Lord questioned.

He always has a condescending tone, as if all the heavens and all beings are his slaves.

"yes!"

Fang Yue said frankly.

"I feel the purest flavor of the Wind Clan bloodline in you. The ordinary Wind Clan is just a Xuan-level bloodline. But the power of the bloodline in you has definitely exceeded the Hong-level level, and is infinitely close to the rest. Zhou level!”

Fang Yue is a Ten Thousand Devouring Demon Body, and his bloodline sensing ability is beyond imagination.

The Lord of Storms nodded slightly.

"Yes, in a sense, all the wind creatures of this era are descendants of my bloodline."

"My descendants still have my bloodline characteristics at the beginning. Not to mention that they are too powerful, at least they can reach the heaven level and earth level, but the descendants later are getting less and less competitive. Each generation is weaker than the previous one, and now only the Xuan level bloodline is left."

The Lord of Storms said in a tone of regret.

"Since all these wind people are your descendants, why do you devour their flesh and souls and condense your own clone? Don't you have a little pain and guilt in your heart?"

Fang Yue asked.

Although Fang Yue is also a demon who kills without blinking an eye, in Fang Yue's self-evaluation, he is at least a demon with principles and bottom line.

He kills outsiders without blinking an eye, but cherishes his own people very much.

If he kills the people of Yongfeng Country and condenses a clone for himself.

Fang Yue would rather die than do that.

The Lord of Storm sneered.

"Women's kindness. These people of the Wind Clan are already separated from me by generations, and there is no emotion between me and them. Moreover, the meaning of their existence is to contribute themselves, so that I can condense an avatar to descend. Not only most of the people of the Ten Thousand Clan in my underworld, but also the meaning of life is all here."

"This underworld universe contains a huge secret. When this civilized era is about to end, the will of the heaven in the underworld universe is fading, and the Tianzun realm strongmen who have left the underworld universe will find ways to descend into the underworld universe again. They will sacrifice their own people to condense a trace of blood essence left in their bodies, and condense their own avatars with the flesh and souls of hundreds of millions of lives, to compete for the last chance of the underworld universe in this civilized era."

The Lord of Storm was disdainful of Fang Yue's question.

What he did was just what most of the strong would do.

Fang Yue couldn't help showing a horrified look when he heard this.

The Lord of Storms did not suppress his voice deliberately. All the countless creatures in the billions of territories heard the words of the Lord of Storms and became panicked.

"Lord of Storms, please be careful with your words!"

Feng Baishuang reminded.

His face changed slightly.

He summoned the Lord of Storms to gather the luck for the Wind Clan to turn the tide. As long as Fang Yue could be eliminated, it would be worth it even if some of the clan members were sacrificed.

But the Lord of Storms was outspoken.

He did not care about the impact of his words at all. Suddenly, the creatures of the Wind Clan were in panic.

Even the creatures of the Wind Clan did not expect that not only did these outsiders want to kill them, but they also treated them as sacrifices and cattle and horses. They would sacrifice them at any time, absorb their flesh and souls, and condense their own clones.

If this is the case, what hope will there be for the ordinary people of the Wind Clan in the future.

The Lord of Storms glanced at Feng Baishuang coldly.

"You want to teach me how to speak too?"

The Lord of Storm was dissatisfied with Feng Baishuang, and kicked Feng Baishuang, who had summoned him, far away like a rolling gourd.

Fang Yue could not help but be stunned by this scene.

He originally thought that the appearance of the Lord of Storm would only target him for the Wind Clan, but he did not expect that the first person the Lord of Storm beat was not himself, but Feng Baishuang, the Heavenly Master of the Wind Clan, who summoned him.

Feng Baishuang vomited blood.

Half of it was angry, and half of it was really hurt.

This ancestor of the Wind Clan really did not hold back when he kicked him just now.

He kicked himself far away with one kick.

Just the aftershock of the power caused him serious trauma.

All his internal organs felt dislocated, as if they were about to explode.

"Hahaha, Feng Baishuang is such a fool. He doesn't even know what kind of temper his ancestor of the Wind Clan has, but he dares to sacrifice hundreds of millions of people of his own Wind Clan to summon it out."

"This Lord of Storms was an irritable old bastard in the Creation Era. He has an arrogant and domineering personality. He is absolutely self-centered. If not, how could he be instigated to steal the original power of the will of the underworld universe and then be expelled by the underworld universe."

Nangong Shouyue laughed loudly, and he kept mocking Feng Baishuang.

At this moment, Feng Baishuang was almost regretting how he could summon such a living ancestor.

But Feng Baishuang is also a man who knows how to endure.

He rolled his eyes and became more obedient.

He rolled and crawled to the side of the Lord of Storms, and then pointed at Fang Yue and said.

"My ancestor, I was wrong about what I did just now. I shouldn't have offended your will. But our enemy is this Fang Yue. He is not only the messenger of the will of the underworld universe, but also killed countless members of my Feng clan. I know that ordinary members of the Feng clan are nothing to you, but they are the foundation for your future clones to descend."

"If my Feng clan members are killed by Fang Yue, then it will definitely affect you in the future when this civilization era ends, and you can descend a powerful clone to compete for the supreme treasure of this civilization era."

Feng Baishuang said.

His words made the old ancestor of the Wind Clan feel a little moved.

"What you said is not true. I kicked you just now, and I feel that I did nothing wrong. It was my kick that opened your mind and made you think from my perspective."

Feng Baishuang smiled with humiliation.

For the sake of the Wind Clan and to destroy Fang Yue, I endured it.

The Lord of Storm looked at Fang Yue.

His eyes were slanted.

"Little guy, how are you going to die?"

The Lord of Storm did not take Fang Yue seriously at all. At this moment, Fang Yue, in the heart of the Lord of Storm, was already a cold corpse.