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

The Demon Sect Sect Leader Nan Fenglie suffered defeat at the hands of Mu Shenchuan before, but he was defeated by this banning formation.

"This is the inherited treasure of our Mu clan. The Mu clan's protective formation, the Bafang Suppressing Spirit Array, cannot be broken by a young man like you." Mu Shenchuan said proudly, with a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth.

Hearing these words, Xuetu's heart trembled suddenly, and he secretly screamed that something was wrong.

"Boom~"

In an instant, all directions shook, and wisps of terrifying formations spread out crazily, covering a radius of dozens of miles, like ropes intertwined into a net, trapping the bloody massacre, leaving him with no way to escape.

Xue Tu's face turned extremely pale, and he said in horror: "Bafang Spiritual Suppression Formation! This is a ninth-grade formation!"

"Ha 470 Ha! Blood Tu, you are now surrounded by the formation, just accept your fate." Mu Shenchuan laughed, his mind was extremely rampant.

"Damn it, this old guy actually hides such a trick, he's such a cunning fox!" Xue Tu was furious and gritted his teeth.

"Xuetu, we don't need your help anymore. Our Mu clan and the Demon Sect will never be at odds with each other." Mu Shenchuan said coldly, his cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp and murderous.

Mu Shenchuan's eyes startled Xue Tu.

At this time, he did not understand and misjudged the background of the Mu clan and the power of Mu Shenchuan.

Xuetu tightened his face nervously, and quickly directed a group of Blood Prison Peak disciples to descend from high altitude, preparing to break out.

However, when they landed, they saw Mu Shenchuan and dozens of other members of the Mu clan sacrificing spiritual weapons at the same time. All kinds of rays of light burst out, full of destruction.

"No..." Xue Tu and the Blood Prison Peak disciples he led turned pale in an instant, with fear in their eyes. They knew they might not be able to escape this time.

At this moment, Xue Tu felt hesitantly falling into the abyss.

"boom!"

In an instant, countless bright blades slashed down, densely packed like a torrential downpour. Each blade was extremely sharp, capable of splitting the sky and slashing down mercilessly.

Xue Tu and the others only felt a chill seeping through the pores of their bodies. They knew that these blades could easily take their lives!

"We surrender, spare our lives (caeh)!" Xuetu and others shouted in panic, but the blade ignored them and continued to fall.

"Chichi~"

A Blood Prison Peak disciple was pierced through the chest by a blade and died instantly. Fifty or sixty others died in the blink of an eye.

This scene made everyone in the Mu clan look dumbfounded.

Some Mu tribesmen couldn't help but gasp. Such scenes made them feel cold all over and they didn't dare to get close.

"What a terrible attack!" Everyone in the Mu clan was trembling with fear. The power of these blades seemed to be enough to destroy their entire Mu clan.

However, such a killing move was made by Mu Shenchuan. He was extremely mastery about formation, so the killing formation he arranged was naturally the Bafang Spirit Suppressing Formation.

"The patriarch has been silent for three hundred years, and now he has cultivated to this point. He should not be underestimated." Mu Wenxian was also quite surprised. Mu Shenchuan's hidden strength far exceeded her expectations.

Mu Shenchuan's eyes flickered for a moment, then he calmed down and regained his calm appearance.

He didn't kill with pain, but showed mercy to some of the Blood Prison Peak disciples and Blood Slaughter.

"Thank you, Patriarch Mu!" Xuetu and the others expressed their gratitude one after another.

They had been desperate just now, but they didn't expect that Mu Shenchuan would suddenly change his attention.

Mu Shenchuan waved his hand, then turned around and walked back to the meeting hall, looking calm and relaxed, as if he had done nothing just now.