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

At this time, Mu Shenchuan's face and head were covered with thick cuticles, his eyes were blue, and his whole body exuded a strange and cold aura, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"What kind of monster have I become?"

Mu Shenchuan was shocked and said that although he knew he was infected, this was the first time he had seen it.

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly to avoid being discovered, otherwise we will die here.

Beast Soul said indifferently, with a ferocious look in his eyes.

"Hmph, you don't need to remind me, daddy will understand." Mu Shenchuan glared at the evil soul, and disappeared in a flash. As fast as lightning, he arrived at the mountains hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.

"What a risk! I almost died. I thought I would definitely die this time." Mu Shenchuan breathed a sigh of relief. He almost died just now.

Without any pause, Mu Shenchuan once again activated the vitality in his body and turned into a stream of light and flew out.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Mu Shenchuan's expression suddenly changed, and he saw a familiar figure rushing towards him in front of him.

"His grandma's "||!" Mu Shenchuan's face darkened, and he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder trembled, and he hurriedly turned around and prepared to escape.

"Mu family remnants don't even think about escaping, they must die!"

The visitor shouted loudly, and the majestic attack broke through the obstruction of the air, and rolled down with a rumble of devastating power.

"boom--"

Mu Shenchuan had no time to dodge and was directly hit by the attack, causing him to vomit blood and fall to the ground with serious injuries.

The man was a burly man, with bulging muscles all over his body, and his legs were like pillars made of steel, full of power. He was eight feet tall, powerful, and held a sword in his hand, which was majestic.

"Damn bastard, you actually attacked me." Mu Shenchuan cursed angrily, extremely angry.

"The Evil King's Palace is doing something, get out of here!"

The burly man said proudly, his eyes flashing with a scarlet cold light.

"You are from the Evil King's Palace!" Mu Shenchuan's face changed slightly, and there was a deep fear hidden in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The burly man stared at Mu Shenchuan and said with murderous intent.

"Afraid? Hahaha!"

The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. His laughter was extremely wild. He glanced at Mu Shenchuan with a sarcastic look and said jokingly: "How dare a mere human bastard be so arrogant?"

"You...pouch!" Just as Mu Shenchuan was about to say something, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face suddenly turned pale, his breath weakened rapidly, and he was dying.

Mu Shen felt extremely sad in his heart. He was the king of the Northern Wilderness, but he was reduced to a Realm being bullied by a lowly outside Heavenly Devil. What a shame!

"People from the Evil King's Palace, you Jian Zhong deserve to die!" Mu Shenchuan roared with a ferocious face.

The burly man's face froze. He thought Mu Shenchuan would beg for mercy, but the result was beyond his expectation.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like that!" The silver-armored Heavenly Devil's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he immediately waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards Mu Shenchuan. The sharp sword drew an arc, carrying a strong wind. Cut off.

However, just when the Silver-armored Heavenly Devil approached (Good King Zhao) Mu Shenchuan, he suddenly felt a danger approaching, his face instantly froze there, his pupils suddenly widened a bit, and inexplicable fear surged into his heart.

"Tsk..."

There was a tearing sound, and the burly man had no room to resist. The whole head was split in two, and blood was sprinkled on Mu Shenchuan's face.

"What a domineering attack, what a sharp blade!" Mu Shenchuan looked blankly at the long knife in his hand and murmured, with a hint of greed in his eyes.