I am the Thunder Emperor in the fight

"The strong man of the soul clan!"

Looking at the old man in front of him who was leaning on a ghost-headed crutch and exuding a breathtaking aura, Mo Yu's face condensed and he said in surprise.

He didn't expect that at the moment when he was about to kill Soul Wind, there would be a soul clan power that directly shattered the void and descended on the northwest continent.

It is indeed a divine bloodline, and it is indeed regarded as a treasure by the Soul Clan, Mo Yu thought to himself.

Looking at the old man with a ghost head and a cane not far away, Mo Yu quietly touched the black thunder talisman in his sleeve robe that was given by Lei Ying and could deliver three strikes of the Eight-Star Fighting Saint.

He could feel that the old man with a ghost head and a cane in front of him was much more powerful than the old man with bones in the past. Even if he had not reached the 'saint' level, he was probably at the semi-saint level.

If this person didn't show martial ethics and bullied the small, Mo Yu would have no choice but to use the Black Thunder Talisman's killing move.

At this time, on Yunlan Mountain, the moment the old man appeared, all the powerful men suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone looked at the old man with a ghost head and a cane who came directly through the air in shock, their eyes dull.

Shattering the void is a method that can only be accomplished by super strong men above Dou Zun. How could such a person come to the Jiama Empire?

"Ahem... Elder Guizhang, why are you here?"

When everyone was shocked, Hunfeng coughed a few times with a pale face, stood up tremblingly, looked at the old man beside him and said with a ashamed expression.

"If I hadn't come, I'm afraid your life would have been lost here." The old man named Elder Guizhang looked at Mo Yu deeply with his cloudy eyes, and then said dissatisfiedly to Hun Feng.

"You are one of the top talents in the clan, and almost no one among your peers can match you, but you have developed a proud and arrogant temperament. Now you know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world.

For now, come back with me. The mission failed. The boys from the Thunder Clan are not simple, and you cannot solve them. "

Hearing this, Hunfeng's face flushed red, a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he immediately explained bravely.

"This failure is indeed due to my carelessness, but this guy possesses several unknown thunders, which are no less powerful and weird than strange fires. He can even fuse them to launch powerful killing moves. Only in this way did I end up... Failed."

"Oh. The thunder that is not weaker than the strange fire, could it be the newly discovered rare treasure of the Thunder Clan?" Hearing this, the elder of the ghost stick frowned slightly, and then looked at Mo Yu and said coldly.

"Boy, your surname is Mo. You should be a junior of the Mo clan, one of the affiliated clans of the Thunder clan. I ask you why you killed me, a descendant of the Soul clan!"

As soon as the words fell, a gloomy death aura that seemed to come from hell suddenly rushed towards Mo Yu, just like the wail of ghosts, causing the entire Yunlan Mountain to fall into the netherworld.

Feeling this terrible death aura, Mo Yu's face darkened, and the Suzaku Burning Sky Thunder suddenly appeared. The crimson thunder enveloped Mo Yu's whole body, isolating the death aura that even the powerful Dou Huang warriors trembled from. Come on.

"Is this the weird thunder? It's really not that simple." Seeing the thunder wrapped around Mo Yu's body like a protective shield to resist the death energy, the elder of the ghost stick was also startled, and a glimmer of light flashed in his old eyes as he muttered .

"Seniors and juniors of the Soul Clan compete with each other. Life and death are determined by destiny. This is the rule in the ancient clan. And if you take action, are you trying to use the old to bully the young?" Mo Yu held the black thunder talisman tightly in his palm and said deeply. vocal channel.

As a last resort, he still didn't want to use the Black Thunder Talisman. Even if he defeated the Eight-Star Fighting Saint's blow with thunder, even if the old man in front of him was not weak, he would probably end up falling.

However, the Black Thunder Talisman only has three chances to attack, and one use is less than once. Moreover, in public, Mo Yu did not want to expose his biggest trump card.

After hearing what Mo Yu said, the expression of the old man with the ghost stick changed as expected. His old big hand tightly grasped the ghost head crutch, and an invisible pressure surged throughout the entire Yunlan Mountain.

There are many unwritten rules among the eight ancient clans. For example, strong men above the Five-Star Fighting Saint are not allowed to take action at will, and elders cannot interfere in competitions between juniors.

This is also the reason why the Soul Clan sent Hunfeng to test Mo Yu. Even if Hunfeng accidentally killed Mo Yu, it was within the rules, and the Lei Clan must have nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yu actually defeated Hun Feng, the number one genius of the Hun clan, and even used his own spear to attack his own shield, leaving Old Man Guizhang speechless.

"Junior, don't be complacent. Hunfeng is a genius that our clan has only seen for a thousand years. Once the blood in his body is fully stimulated, he will never fail again when he meets you again."

On the ghost-head crutch, the aura of death lingered. The old man with the ghost stick looked at Mo Yu, and said in a cold and old voice.

"Hmph, then I'll wait for him, I'm afraid he will be defeated by me again!" The old man with the ghost stick appeared, and Mo Yu knew that it was probably impossible to take Hunfeng's life.

However, Mo Yu didn't care about the future threat of Hun Feng. In terms of growth, I'm afraid no one in the entire Dou Qi Continent could compare to him, not even Xiao Yan, the son of the plane.

Although this soul wind can grow to the level of Dou Sheng in more than ten years, Mo Yu is confident that if he gives himself ten years, it will not be a problem to stand at the peak of Dou Sheng.

"You are arrogant and arrogant. If there are no restrictions for some reasons, I will kill you today to avoid trouble in the future."

In response to Mo Yu's self-confidence and arrogance, the old man with the ghost stick also stomped his ghost-headed walking stick, and the majestic death aura once again filled the entire Yunlan Mountain.

Although the old man with the ghost stick was a little angry, he thought of those rules and after giving a cold drink, he immediately stopped entangled, and a black energy emerged from the cracks in the space.

A crack in the space appeared. The old man with the ghost stick grabbed the soul wind and immediately stepped into the crack. The next moment, the crack quickly became smaller in the eyes of countless eyes, until it finally dissipated completely.

"Mo Yu, just wait for me. I will never lose to you next time!"

As the space crack disappeared, a faint and cold voice slowly passed through the space and reached Mo Yu's ears.

Mo Yu stared at the place where the space crack disappeared with an indifferent expression, his eyes flickering.

This strong man from the soul clan is really weird and unpredictable. The soul world is more than ten thousand miles away from the northwest continent, but he can still travel through space and come to rescue Hun Feng.

Fortunately, the other party took care of the Thunder Clan behind him, otherwise Mo Yu would have used the Black Thunder Talisman.

At this time, on Yunlan Mountain, as the old man with the ghost stick left with the soul wind, the death aura that permeated the entire mountain slowly dissipated, and everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even the strong men of Douzong could not bear the huge pressure brought by the Old Man with the Ghost Stick.

"Brother Mo Yu, what should we do with these people from Yunlan Sect and Mulan Valley?"

After a while, when Mo Yu was deep in thought, Hai Bodong saw no unexpected big figures coming to Yun Lanshan. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and immediately flew over. After seeing Mo Yu's terrifying strength, , the voice was also slightly respectful.

"Boy, I will let you go temporarily this time. The next time a strong man from my Soul Palace comes, it will be your death!"

The sneer fell, and the Guardian Ya no longer stayed at all. The old man with the ghost stick was a strong man of the soul clan, and he was not from the same faction as the Soul Palace. He could not command him. Now that the other party left, the Guardian Ya knew that he was not Mo Yu's. Opponent, run away quickly.

As soon as his body flashed, he turned into a black mist, which swept to the edge of the sky like lightning and quickly disappeared. At such a speed, even high-level Douzong would find it difficult to catch up.