Peerless Sword God

Outside Moyun Mountain, there was a dead silence.

The cultivators of various races looked at the group of women in red palace dresses, all with uncertain expressions and uneasy hearts.

The woman smiled slightly, just like a blooming rose, radiant and pleasant, which made the women of various races pale in comparison and feel ashamed.

A crisp voice like large and small pearls falling on a jade plate came from the woman's red lips: "Everyone, I am Wu Axiu, this Moyun Mountain is the holy land of my Shura clan, please leave now."

The cultivators of various races looked at each other, without saying a word, but no one left. After all, they came here for opportunities. Now they have nothing to gain, how can they be willing?

The ten old men behind the woman Wu Axiu saw this, and one of them, an old man with long eyebrows, said coldly: "Everyone, didn't you hear what the saint of our tribe said? Leave quickly, otherwise you will be an enemy of our Shura tribe."

A half-beast tribe saint said: "Moyun Mountain used to be the holy land of your Shura tribe, but it is not now. What right do you have to ask us to leave?"

"That's right, didn't you come to Moyun Mountain for treasures? Then everyone should rely on their own abilities. Don't say that you are an enemy of your Shura tribe. There are millions of cultivators from all tribes present here. Can you kill them all?" Another blood tribe saint said sarcastically.

"Stop talking nonsense. The era of your Shura tribe has long passed. Now it is not much better than our giant tribe. Who are you threatening? If you have the ability, do it." Another giant tribe saint, who is several feet tall, folded his arms and said.

"Bold..."

The old man with long eyebrows shouted angrily, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Wu Axiu raised her hand slightly and said, "Seventh Elder, there is no need to be angry with them. Since they have made their choice, we should just follow their lead."

She pursed her lips and smiled softly, her eyes like stars swept across the cultivators of various races, her beautiful face turned cold, and she raised her jade hand and said, "Do it."

"Come on, who is afraid of who."

The half-beast, blood and giant saints who spoke just now were the first to walk out of the crowd, all exuding the power of the five-tribulation saints. Behind them should be a group of tribesmen, with a lot of momentum.

But Wu Axiu and the ten people of the long-browed old man all took action, and the Shura tribe on the chariot and warship did not, which made the five-tribulation saints of the three tribes have a bad premonition.

Just as they were guessing, there were screams coming from behind, and they looked back and couldn't help but change color.

I saw that among the cultivators of various races, a cultivator suddenly rushed out, suddenly changed into Shura, and killed other cultivators around.

Lin Chen knew that the Shura clan had come long ago, changing their appearance and blending into the cultivators of various races, and immediately killed the cultivators of various races by surprise.

You know, the Shura clan has a strong bloodline, and is born with the power of killing, and has a strong attack power, so its strength is far superior to ordinary human, half-beast and blood cultivators.

Unless you have a special physique, bloodline, or a first-class cultivator, it is difficult to defeat the Shura clan when the realm is equal.

"Amitabha, Donor Wu Axiu, God has the virtue of loving life, please stop your people and don't kill."

Daoyuan, Miaozhen and Xingjian, who were at the bottom of Moyun Mountain, saw this and hurriedly flew out, looking at the gorgeous woman in red skirt, hoping that she would stop.

Wu Axiu twisted a strand of hair on her chest with her jade fingers and asked, "Monk, can you let them go?"

"..."

Daoyuan and the other two were silent.

"People die for money, birds die for food. Moyun Mountain is the holy land of my Shura clan. If you stay here, you will be occupying the magpie's nest. They should leave, including you monks."

Wu Axiu's eyes showed contempt, and said: "You are hypocritical, false, false, and extremely hypocritical."

Her words belittled the three people of Daoyuan, and then waved her jade hand coldly: "Kill."

"The order of the saint, anyone who breaks into my holy land, Moyun Mountain, will be killed without mercy."

Ten long-browed old men responded and walked out, leading the Shura clan on the chariots and warships, and killed the practitioners of various clans. The blue sky was instantly dyed blood red.

The three people of Daoyuan looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, so they had to lead other monks to resist.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a loud Buddhist sound like spring thunder sounded, and the Buddha's light was like the sun, rising high, shining in all directions, destroying the endless killing aura.

The blood-red sky turned golden, and a middle-aged monk with a strong body, full of muscles and wheat-colored skin appeared out of thin air.

He was strong, with broad shoulders and a round waist, and powerful arms. He waved a golden Zen stick with amazing momentum, and blasted away one Shura after another.

At the same time, a huge sea-like Six Tribulations Holy God's divine power emanated from his body, like an abyss and an ocean, sweeping in all directions. Many Shuras who had not yet approached were like kites with broken strings, flying backwards.

"Is it Master Zhigang?"

Daoyuan saw the middle-aged monk, and his handsome face showed joy.

Miaozhen and Xingjian were overjoyed and said, "Master Zhigang arrived just in time. With his magical powers, it's not easy to deal with these Shuras."

The ten old men with long eyebrows looked at the vigorous Master Zhigang with fear on their faces, and hurriedly said to Wuaxiu, "Saint, this monk Zhigang is one of the five great monks of the Brahma sect. He is famous for his physical skills and has tremendous magical powers. He is not easy to deal with. We need to work together to fight him."

Wuaxiu raised her beautiful face, looked at Moyunshan, nodded and said, "The elders can just hold him back and try to buy more time for my father."

"Saint, don't worry."

Ten old men with long eyebrows bowed and went away, surrounding Master Zhigang from both sides, raising a murderous aura that filled the sky, like a boiling sea of ​​blood, filling the void in all directions.

They were all old-fashioned five-tribulation holy gods, mastering the middle-grade supreme treasure, and comprehending various killing magical powers. When they joined forces, their strength was extraordinary.

"The first-generation owner of Moyun Mountain was the human race, and the second-generation owner was your Shura clan, but it seems that there is no room for maneuver today. Well, I will fight you."

Master Zhigang saw that they came to kill without saying a word and were passively surrounded, so he attacked with all his strength.

He was emitting Buddha light and bright aura all over his body, all of which were in the second stage, namely the middle succession state and the small succession state, and rushed out a golden light column.

Bang!

A golden light hole was punched out in the bright red sky, but the surrounding area was full of raging murderous aura, rushing towards Master Zhigang one after another.

"Hey." Zen Master Zhigang shouted, stimulating the origin of the Vajra Holy Path, which was the second stage of the intermediate stage, and merged with the origin of the Buddha and the Light Holy Path.

At this moment, his wheat-colored skin turned into pure gold, like a Buddhist Vajra, the muscles on his back surged, and four arms grew out, holding a golden bowl, Buddhist beads, a sword and relics, and attacked the ten long-browed old men.

He showed extremely strong strength, but the ten long-browed old men were not good people either. They were very cunning and did not fight him in close combat, but only attacked from a distance to consume his holy power.