Fantasy: Let You Be The Patriarch, And You Mass-Produce The Great Emperor?

A low explosion sounded, and Xuetu let out a muffled grunt. He rubbed the ground with his soles and stepped back three meters before he stabilized his body.

"Pfft!" Xuetu spat out a mouthful of blood, leaving two shocking scars on his right arm, with blood flowing out.

"What a tyrannical body!" Xue Tu's pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes staring at Mu Shenchuan's back, his expression gradually turning cold.

At this moment, the members of the Mu tribe gathered around him and looked at him warily.

The strength of Xuetu was so terrifying that Mu Shenchuan did not ask the Mu tribe members to evacuate, but instead called them all together.

Mu Shenchuan looked at the members of the Mu tribe and asked loudly: "Men of the Mu tribe, are you fair?"

"We, the Mu tribe, are the most powerful tribe in the past three hundred years, so there is nothing to be afraid of!" a strong man roared.

"Yes, since we have decided to follow the clan leader, we must move forward bravely, even if we are broken into pieces, we will not frown.

"This is my decision, you don't need to interfere." After Mu Shenchuan finished speaking, Shen Guang looked at Xuetu.

"Mu Shenchuan, you are indeed alive. You are worthy of being a great hero." Xuetu said indifferently. The purpose of his trip was very clear, to kill Mu Shenchuan.

Mu Shenchuan felt much relieved when he heard Xue Tu praising him, but he was even more angry. He said in a deep voice: "Xue Tu, you and I are not in conflict with each other, so why are we enemies of the Mu tribe!"

"You talk a lot of nonsense, you should die!" Blood Butcher said coldly, his body leaped into the air and flew out, his fists bursting with dazzling blood, causing the wind to roar, and a deafening explosion resounded through the void. Xue Bo everyone.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Xuetu waved his hands, and two blood-red swords pierced the air and slashed towards Mu Shenchuan.

Mu Shenchuan's eyes suddenly condensed. He clearly sensed that the two swords had a destructive aura. One of the swords was relatively weak, while the other was quite powerful.

He couldn't resist this kind of attack no matter what.

Mu Shenchuan raised his hand and made a palm print, but the sword directly penetrated the palm print, and he still rushed towards Mu Shen with great power.

"Boom!"

The palm print exploded directly, and Mu Shenchuan's figure was blown dozens of meters away. His throat felt sweet, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.

At this time, Mu Wushuang appeared next to Mu Shenchuan in human form, helped him up, looked at Mu Shenchuan with beautiful eyes, and asked with concern: "Patriarch, are you okay?"

"Ahem, I'm fine." Mu Shen shook his head and smiled.

"I said you are a bunch of trash, why are you here? Get out of here!" Xuetu glanced at the surrounding Mu tribesmen with disdain and said in an arrogant tone.

...`Looking for death!”

"Dare to call us trash, that's too much!"

"Kill, kill all the bastards of the Demon Sect!"

There was a look of anger on the faces of the Mu people, and they roared. Although they were afraid of the power of Blood Massacre, they would not retreat half a step.

"Huh!" Mu Shen snorted coldly. With a thought in his mind, a stone tablet appeared.

Astonishingly, it was the formation diagram (Qian Li's) of the Forbidden Formation.

Mu Shenchuan quickly formed complex seals with his hands, and then inserted them into the stone tablet.

In an instant, the stone tablet suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the entire Mu ancestral temple was wrapped in a gorgeous light curtain [exuding a vast and mysterious aura.

"This aura..." Feeling the terrifying fluctuations released by the formation, Xue Tu's expression changed, and his heart was shocked. The aura of this formation was no less than that of their Demon Sect's mountain-protecting formation. .