Peerless Sword God

"Retreat."

Lin Chen looked at the black sea of ​​clouds that had undergone a huge change, and decisively called on Master Zhigang and the other four to retreat.

The aura it exuded was too terrifying. Once trapped in it, one would either die or be injured.

"Elders, quickly withdraw."

Wu Axiu was terrified, and hurriedly reminded the ten old men with long eyebrows.

The old man with long eyebrows looked terrified, nodded hurriedly, and flew out to protect Wu Axiu, and asked in a trembling voice: "Saintess, will the clan leader be okay?"

"Probably not." Wu Axiu said uncertainly. Seeing such a terrifying scene, she didn't know whether her father would be safe.

Boom!

When the sky was dyed black, the violently rolling black sea of ​​clouds suddenly exploded, rushing up a black light wave, shattering the five peaks standing around. The black light wave rushed straight into the sky, reaching thousands of feet high, forming a mushroom cloud with a radius of hundreds of miles, which was extremely terrifying.

The cultivators of various races who entered Moyun Mountain were terrified when they saw this scene, and hurriedly retreated outside the mountain to continue observing.

"Not good, the Saint must be in danger, hurry into the mountain."

The Shura tribe that stayed outside the mountain did not retreat but advanced into Moyun Mountain.

In Moyun Mountain, Lin Chen and his five companions, who had retreated a hundred miles, looked at this scene with a solemn expression.

Zhen Master Zhigang suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the black sea of ​​clouds, saying: "Donor Tianjian, something seems to have come out of it."

"It's too far away, I can't see clearly, it seems there is someone?"

Lin Chen looked around, he had excellent eyesight, but there was too much and too thick black air, and the distance was too far, so his vision was unclear. He vaguely saw a huge black shadow rising from the black sea of ​​clouds.

Just around the black shadow, there were five figures, their faces could not be seen clearly, but they all had striking bright red hair.

As the huge black shadow slowly rose above the black sea of ​​clouds, Lin Chen could see the five figures clearly. He stared at the killing runes on their foreheads and said in a serious tone:

"The Shura clan, the Shura clan with five six-tribulation holy gods, is it true that there are Shuras from the ancient times who are still alive today?"

"How is it possible?"

Looking at the middle-aged Shura and the four old Shura, the faces of the four Zen Master Zhigang changed and became heavy.

"Father."

"Clan leader."

On the other side, Wu Ashui and others saw the middle-aged man among the five Shura saints, but they showed excitement and shouted with joy.

"Zen Master Zhigang, it seems that we were wrong. They are not the ancient Shura saints, but Wu Ashui's father and the Shura clan's supreme elders." Lin Chen laughed when he heard the voice.

"Fortunately, fortunately, if it was the Shura saints from the ancient times, it would be difficult to deal with." Zen Master Zhigang breathed a sigh of relief, and the three Daoyuans who looked nervous were also relieved.

"I'm afraid not. They are the chief and the supreme elder of the Shura clan. They actually entered in advance. Now they come out. They must have a big plan. Maybe they have succeeded." Lin Chen pondered for a while and said.

"Donor, do you think that is the Hongmeng Source Stone?"

Zhigang Zen Master suddenly pointed to the huge black shadow surrounded by the five chiefs of the Shura clan, and his old face showed an expression of disbelief.

"How can there be such a big Hongmeng Source Stone?"

Lin Chen looked at it carefully and was immediately surprised.

I saw that the huge black shadow suddenly dissipated a large piece of black gas, and an oval gray crystal stone nearly one person tall emerged. It was indeed the Hongmeng Source Stone.

But the Hongmeng Source Stone that flew out before was at most the size of a fist. The largest one was the Hongmeng Source Stone obtained by Lin Chen, which was only one foot in size. Compared with this piece of Hongmeng Source Stone, it was like a world of difference.

Could it be that there is a treasure of the Shura clan sealed inside?

Lin Chen and Zhigang Zen Master looked at each other and looked carefully again.

I saw that there was actually a person in the Hongmeng source stone. No, it was a young man from the Shura clan.

"Master, this person must be from the Shura clan in ancient times. He is the real purpose of the Shura clan coming here." Lin Chen said seriously.

"Master Zhigang, should we stop him?" Daoyuan asked in a low voice, Miaozhen and Xingjian also looked at Master Zhigang.

"The Shura clan from the ancient times has already appeared. If we want to stop them, I'm afraid it's too late."

Zhen Master Zhigang frowned and said, "Besides, the Shura clan and our Buddhist sect have no deep hatred. It is not good for both sides to completely break up..."

Just as he was speaking, a majestic and cold voice suddenly came from the direction of the huge Hongmeng Source Stone:

"You are Monk Zhigang. My Shura clan has no grudges with your Buddhist sect. Why did you come to my Moyun Mountain to seize my clan's treasures and hurt my Ah Xiu?"

Lin Chen and the other five looked over when they heard the voice and saw the middle-aged Shura and the four supreme elders flying into the air, looking at them with unfriendly eyes.

Zen Master Zhigang walked out, clasped his hands together and saluted, saying, "What's your name, brother?"

The middle-aged Shura looked sharp and said expressionlessly, "I am Wu Mo, the current patriarch of the Shura clan. Thousands of years ago, I met Fan Fo of your Brahma sect."

"Amitabha, it turns out that donor Wu Mo is an old friend of Senior Brother Fan Fo. Zhigang is rude."

Zen Master Zhigang looked apologetic and said calmly, "An ancient beast was born in Moyun Mountain and hurt innocent people. That's why I came to check. Now it seems to be a misunderstanding. I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye."

Before Wu Mo could speak, Wu Ashu spoke angrily, pointed at Lin Chen with her jade hand, and said, "Don't even think about leaving, especially him."

"Master Zhigang, my Ashu said you can't leave, so you should stay for the time being."

Wuma's tone was cold, but with unquestionable majesty, saying: "Today, the ancient young patriarch of my Shura clan was born, and someone needs to celebrate."

"What?" Zen Master Zhigang was shocked, looking at the Shura youth in the Hongmeng Source Stone, and said: "Patriarch Wumo means that this donor who is sealed in the Hongmeng Source Stone is the young patriarch of your Shura clan in ancient times?"

"Yes, this is the young patriarch of our clan in ancient times, Mo Tianming."

Wuma's tone was proud, and after saying that, he bowed to the young man in the Hongmeng Source Stone with a respectful look.

The other four supreme elders also bowed and said: "Welcome to the young patriarch." Wu Axiu and others also bowed hurriedly.

Lin Chen looked at the Shura youth in the Hongmeng Source Stone and whispered, "Mo Tianming? What a strange name."

Zhigang Zen Master whispered, "According to the ancient books of my Brahma Sect, the patriarch of the ancient Shura clan was indeed surnamed Mo, and the current Shura clan leader, the only remaining branch, was elected as the patriarch by the Shura clan."

"So that's it."

Lin Chen nodded and looked at the oval Hongmeng Source Stone. With a crackling sound, cracks slowly appeared on the surface.

After a few breaths, the entire Hongmeng Source Stone was covered with spider web-like cracks. With a bang, it completely cracked, and the Shura youth sealed in it completely appeared between heaven and earth.

What a perfect Shura clan.