Peerless Sword God

The Great Desolate God Realm appeared.

Lin Chen and the others passed through the door and saw the figures in the temple, all showing solemn expressions.

Chaos Green Bull lost his previous excitement, and with a chubby bull face, he said seriously: "There are so many ancient saints, Lin Chen, we are in big trouble."

"At least there are thirty, maybe they are just some of the ancient saints in the Great Wilderness God Realm." Motianshan also put away his smile and frowned.

"After the Heavenly Demon Catastrophe, there are not even one ancient saint left in our Great Desolate Star Territory. I didn't expect that there are so many Ancient Saints in this Great Desolate God Territory. No wonder I dare to call myself the Great Desolate God Territory. I do have some background." Motian Ming said with emotion.

"It doesn't matter what they do. If you can, fight. If you can't, then leave. How can they stop us?" Yuan Hong put the iron bar on his shoulder and said with a grin. Chang Tian nodded in agreement.

"The five realms of the ancient saints are acquired, innate, destiny, destruction, and nirvana. Taoist brothers, tell me which realm of ancient saints will be sent down from this wilderness of gods." Lin Chen said calmly.

"Ever since the Heavenly Demon Catastrophe, the Great Desolate God Realm has been unable to escape from the world. Apart from the Great Desolate Spirit Realm that supports the Blessed Land of All Souls, can other forces be noticed by them?"

Motian Ming smiled and said: "It is estimated that our every move at this time has been understood by them, and they think that only one Half-Step Ancient Saint can solve us."

"Brother is right." Motianshan agreed, and Yuan Hong and the other two nodded slightly.

"A half-step ancient saint? I wonder if I can defeat him?"

A hint of fighting spirit flashed in Lin Chen's eyes. So far, the strongest opponent he has defeated is the War Eagle Queen, but he has never fought against the Half-Step Ancient Sage. Today is a rare opportunity.

"

Coming. "

The six Motian Ming people stared at the door shaped like a jade mirror, and saw a black figure walking from the opposite side of the door.

"It seems to be a demon."

Lin Chen whispered softly, and then he saw the black figure passing through the portal and appearing in the sky above Fengling Hall.

I saw a burly old man, nearly a foot tall, with a pair of black wings on his back, thick and dense short hair, a high nose, and eyes as big as copper bells, black and bright.

His hands and feet were thick, and the loose black robe could not hide the muscles all over his body. His skin shone with a bronze color, as if made of bronze, full of explosive power and full of oppression.

"Is it really a demon clan? It seems to be somewhat similar to the troll clan." Lin Chen said.

"No, this is the troll wing tribe among the hundreds of ancient tribes. It is famous for its powerful divine body and is good at physical arts. It is more than twice as powerful as the troll tribe and is not comparable to the ordinary demon tribe." Motian Ming said seriously.

"Troll Wing Clan?" Lin Chen nodded slightly, looked at the old man in black robes, and said, "His blood is indeed stronger than the blood of all the demons I have seen before."

While Lin Chen was talking with Mo Tianming, Feng Zui and others who also saw the old man in black robes were all ecstatic. They quickly announced their names, then bowed and saluted: "Meet the envoy."

The old man in black robe nodded and said: "I, Mo Chu, have been ordered by the clan leader, Lord Mo Rong, to come down to the lower world to help you solve the trouble at hand."

"Thank you Lord Mo Rong, thank you Senior Mo Chu." Feng Zui and others said with tears of gratitude.

The old man in black robes who called himself Mo Chu had a noncommittal expression. He immediately glanced at Lin Chen and the other seven, and finally stopped at Yuan Hong and Chang Tian, ​​saying: "In ancient times,

The alien beasts, the giant-armed ape and the nine-headed cold dragon were all ancient sages of destiny in the past. It is rare for you to survive the catastrophe of the devil, which shows that you have great opportunities. "

Then, he looked at Motian Ming and Motian Shan brothers and said: "The geniuses of the Shura clan were all half-step ancient saints in the past, so they are nothing."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhetian and the Chaos Green Bull again, and said: "A top-quality supreme treasure weapon spirit is rare and ordinary, but your Chaos Green Bull is extremely difficult. In ancient times, it was also a very rare alien beast. , qualified to be the mount of my family leader.”

Finally, he set his sights on Lin Chen and said: "A Seven Tribulations Holy Sword Cultivator from the acquired life god clan, nothing special."

After commenting on Lin Chen's seven points, Mo Chu said: "Very good, with your strength, you can indeed destroy the Xiaoling Star Territory. Unfortunately, I am here, and you are destined to fail."

The expressions of Motian Ming and others were as usual, Zhetian wrinkled their noses, and Chaos Qingniu cursed loudly: "Fuck you, you are the mount, Uncle Niu will fuck you to death later."

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

Lin Chen raised his hand to signal him to calm down, then looked at Mo Chu and said, "Senior, why did the head of your family send you here alone?"

"One person is enough for me."

Mo Chu laughed loudly, raised his finger and pointed at Lin Chen: "To deal with a kid like you, I can slap you to death with just one slap."

Seeing this, Feng Zui hurriedly reminded: "Senior Mo Chu, among these seven people, although Yi Zi is the lowest in realm, he is the strongest in strength."

"Is this kid stronger than the brute-armed ape and the nine-headed cold dragon?" Mo Chu asked casually.

"Yes." Feng Zui

He replied quickly.

"How is it possible? This kid is just the Holy God of Seven Tribulations. How can he defeat those two divine beasts?" Mo Chu asked with a doubtful expression.

"Everything the junior said is true. I am willing to guarantee it with my life. I dare not hide anything from the senior." Feng Zui said anxiously.

"A sword cultivator in the realm of the Seven Tribulations Holy God can rival the Eight Tribulations Holy God. With the blood of the Life God Clan, this kid should be equivalent to the ordinary Nine Tribulations Holy God."

Mo Chu looked at Lin Chen again and speculated: "But according to what you said, could this kid be an unparalleled genius in swordsmanship?"

"What the senior said is very true. This boy is not only a swordsman, but also a swordsman who has never appeared in the history." Feng Zui said seriously.

"Since you said so, I will believe you for once and take this kid down first."

Mo Chu looked at Lin Chen with a cold look, raised his right hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist, and slammed into Lin Chen's face.

This ordinary punch instantly formed a black fist mark, exuding a terrible fist power, and contained a mysterious power.

That is the power of the ancient saint.

Lin Chen competed with the War Eagle Queen twice, and personally experienced the power of the ancient saint. He had a deep memory and recognized it at a glance.

This seemingly ordinary punch was surprisingly powerful, enough to easily wipe out the general Nine Tribulations Saint.

Seeing the void in front of him, a black light hole was punched out. Lin Chen did not dare to neglect it. Just as he was about to make a move, he did not expect that the Chaos Green Ox actually rushed out and left an angry sentence: "Lin Chen, I will teach this old guy a lesson."

Just now, Mo Chu said that he would capture him and make him a mount for his clan leader, which completely angered him.

Lin Chen saw his thoughts and smiled: "Okay, we will raid for you."

"Old

thing, your uncle Niu is here to fuck you."

The Chaos Green Ox raised its head, made a deafening cry, opened its mouth, and sprayed out a wave of Chaos Light.

The move was a killing move, which showed how angry he was with Mo Chu.