Great Lord: Buddha has mercy on us, evil spirits please stay away

Chapter 403 White Staff Supreme: I didn’t expect that little beast would even provoke the ancient Buddha tribe. God help the ancient Maha tribe
Half a month later.

More than ten streams of spiritual energy with extraordinary aura and overwhelming pressure covering the heaven and earth flew in from outside Shengyuan City.

Mo Maimai, a man dressed in a black robe with eyes as deep as black holes, walked at the front of the crowd and slowly stopped in the air.

He stared at the city defense formation on Shengyuan City, and then his eyes fell on the ancient city, with a look of deep fear on his face.

He really didn't want to enter this place, but as the head of the Mo Mai clan, he had to go in and take a walk even if it was just for show.

On the way here, he received another message from the clan that his Mo Mai's elder Mo Yin had suddenly died in an accident, and the Mo Mai, like the Xuan Mai, also lost two Heavenly Supremes.

This kind of sudden incident made him terrified. That was a Heavenly Supreme, not a cabbage! The death of one of them would shock the whole area.

If he said that Elder Mo Yin’s death had nothing to do with the deaths of the previous three Heavenly Supremes, Mo Tong would take off Xuan Zun’s head and kick it like a ball!
It's just that he doesn't want to move, but others don't give him the opportunity.

"Why didn't Master Mo Tong leave? Is he scared?"

Seeing that Mo Tong couldn't move his legs, Xuan Zun showed a sarcastic smile on his face and started to mock him in public.

It is a great thing that another Heavenly Supreme has died in Momai. As a result, the gap in strength between the two sides has finally narrowed a lot.

After several days, Mo Tong was still unable to escape the murderer's killing, which showed how much the murderer hated Mo Mai;
If Mo Tong reveals his identity again this time, the murderer may not be willing to kill him again and kill Mo Tong as well.

Mo Tong, who had been fighting internal battles for half his life, naturally understood Xuan Zun's thoughts very well. He snorted coldly and said in a low voice:
"Four Heavenly Supremes have already perished in our clan. This is the greatest loss and disaster we have ever experienced in ten thousand years!

The murderer must be a ruthless villain. If we don't take precautions, I'm afraid we will also be killed. Do you want to become the sinner of our clan?"

Xuan Zun didn't dare to wear such a big hat, so he waved his hand and smiled:
"Master Mo Tong, you misunderstood. My Xuanmai lost its young master and leader, so I was extremely anxious and spoke harshly. I hope Master Mo Tong will not blame me."

After saying this, he winked at the other four Heavenly Supremes of Xuanmai, and the five Heavenly Supremes of Xuanmai bowed together and said:

"In this operation, Master Mo Tong has the highest status and the strongest strength. All of us in the Xuanmai respect Master Mo Tong."

At this time, the boss is used to take the blame, and their Xuanmai should not be in the limelight. It is best to let Momai take the lead.

It was a rare event throughout the ages that all the Xuanmai bowed their heads in unison. The several Heavenly Supremes behind Mo Tong all showed smug expressions, saying, "I never thought that you, Xuanmai, would have such a day."

Mo Tong's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and he snorted coldly, "Don't be so hypocritical. I don't have the ability to order you to do anything."

These days, Mo Tong thought about all the ruthless people who had grudges against him over the past thousands of years and all the famous evildoers in the world while on the road, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

These people or forces have one thing in common: they have the spirit of being consistent and keeping their words.

From the beginning to the end, once you start killing, you have to kill to the end, until you can't kill anymore or don't want to kill anymore; you have to keep your word and be trustworthy, if you say you will kill the whole family, then you have to kill the whole family.

Such as the infamous Styx, the sacred place of all ghosts, the Ghost City of Yuanhun, and... a certain Demon Slayer who became famous for his lawlessness as soon as he debuted.

Even with the strength of the ancient Futu clan, they would never want to provoke these ruthless characters. To the ancient Futu clan, the threat posed by these guys is even more terrifying than the evil clans from outside the domain!
What worried him the most was that some time ago, his son Mo Xin seemed to have offended one of the disciples...

When I first learned the news, I held a meeting to discuss whether or not to send reinforcements to help Mo Xin deal with those people from the Wen family in the Northern Territory. I wanted to hear everyone's opinion.

Several elders present at the meeting said that they could do it, and Mo Chen shouted the loudest among them, saying that he would "defend the eternal dignity of the Mo Clan to the death."

He took advantage of the situation and let Mo Chen bring people to reinforce. Then he received the big news that Mo Chen, his son, and Mo Yin were all dead. The dignity of the Mo Clan was trampled underfoot.

Very good, Elder Mo Chen brought his son and Elder Mo Yin to fulfill his promise: the eternal dignity of the Mo Clan was not defended, so they all died.

At this point, he no longer had any hope of revenge in his heart. At least, before he became a powerful saint, he should not even think about such things.

If he really meets that guy this time, Mo Tong just wants to sign a ceasefire agreement with him, and everyone sits down and discusses the terms so that this matter can be put to rest.

At worst, my ancient Futu clan will suffer this loss and give you some benefits. You can shed some blood so that I can take these things back to report to the clan.
Mo Tong thought that if the murderer could help him kill a few annoying guys like Xuanmai and Qingmai, that would be great. He could even become sworn brothers with him on the spot.

If he hadn't encountered him, that would be the best. He could take his men with him to capture Qing Yanjing's criminal son, and barely report the incident to the mission, and have an explanation to both the inside and the outside world.

"If we want to gather intelligence, let's go to the Daqian Building first to ask for information..."

Mo Tong made up his mind, waved his hand and led everyone towards Shengyuan City.

After entering the city, a group of ancient Futu clan elders kept a low profile at Mo Tong's request and walked towards the Daqian Tower in the center of Shengyuan City.

Not long after, the Demon-Slaying Monument standing in the center of the city came into view. The two lines of golden characters that had appeared on it not long ago made them stop in their tracks involuntarily.

Mo Tong's eyes suddenly widened, and he reached out to wipe his eye sockets, and whispered in disbelief: "How is it possible? The Demon King Slayer, Wen Qingxuan; the Demon King Slayer, Muchen; are there so many Demon King Slayers now?"

"Master, isn't this Wen Qingxuan Ye Huankong's disciple, the Phoenix of the Wen family in the Northern Territory? Could it be that Ye Huankong cultivated his power and gave her the credit?"

The ninth elder of the ancient Futu clan, Elder Momai Moyu, said in a low voice that he instinctively felt that Ye Huankong was behind this.

Wen Qingxuan, who was previously reported to be a Great Perfection Earth Supreme, could actually become the Demon Slayer in one go? It was impossible to even think about it.

She is not a veteran high-level demon slayer, the only possibility is that she has the help of her master.

"That should be the case. Ye Huankong has always called himself the Demon King of Daqian Palace, which shows that he values ​​his identity in Daqian Palace very much. But he is too young and inexperienced. If he wants to increase his influence in Daqian Palace, he must cultivate his own direct forces." Mo Tong's pupils regained focus and he said in a firm tone.

"To cultivate direct descendants, of course we have to choose from those closest to us, so disciples are naturally the first choice."

Xuan Zun's eyes wandered back and forth between the two names "Wen Qingxuan" and "Mu Chen", and suddenly said in a cold voice:
"So, Ye Huankong is nothing more than an ordinary person who also likes to fight for power. Not only did he make an exception and become the Demon Slayer, he also wanted to insert his own disciples into the group."

"The Great Thousand Palace was originally founded by the Immortal Emperor to unite the entire power of the Great Thousand World to fight against the invasion of the evil race. I never thought that such a gang of gangsters and cliques would join in. It's really sad!"

He remembered that when Black Light sent the message, he said that Qing Yanjing's criminal son was called "Mu Chen". Now, there was a "Demon Slayer King Muchen" on the Demon Slayer Monument. The Fenghuang of the Wen family was still protecting the criminal son in front of the two young masters. If he connected the cause and effect together...

No wonder the two young masters were unable to capture the criminal. It seemed that the criminal had already been used by Ye Huankong.

Mo Tong felt that there was something else behind Xuan Zun's words, so he followed his gaze and saw that what Xuan Zun was staring at was the word "Mu Chen".

Muchen...Muchen?! It's that sinner!

"Damn it, what does Ye Huankong want to do? Not only does he train his own disciples, but he even wants to train the sinners of my ancient Futu clan. Is he deliberately trying to make an enemy of my clan?!"

Mo Tong quickly associated many things with Muchen, the new Demon Slayer King. Ye Huankong couldn't possibly not know that Muchen was the sinner of their ancient Futu clan, but everything he did now was enough to show that he didn't care about the attitude of the ancient Futu clan.

More importantly, why did he spend so much effort to help this criminal? Was he trying to overthrow their ancient Buddhist clan?

"Da da……"

The more Mo Tong thought about it, the more scared he became. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and back, dripping onto the ground, and his scalp felt numb.

Moreover, it seems that King Ye Ye Haokong is most likely the murderer who killed many Heavenly Supremes of their ancient Futu clan. He even dared to touch Huang Xuanzhi and Mahayou, so killing four Heavenly Supremes is probably nothing.

Where is he now? Who will be his next target? Will it be me?

"No, I can't stay in Shengyuan City anymore. I have to find a way to escape back to my clan. Only with that old guy Futu Xuan and Zuta around, I can save my life."

Mo Tong's mind raced and he made up his mind. He decided to find a reason to escape back to Futu Continent later.

What about revenge for his son and elders, what about harming Xuanmai, what about catching the criminal, I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want anything, nothing is more important than my own life.

Ye Huankong was not someone they could deal with. He would rather deal with the evil tribes from outside the domain than confront such a lawless character.

Elder Mo You didn't know if he was dazzled. He seemed to see Mo Tong's body trembling slightly, and sweat kept appearing and dripping, making a "click, click" sound, which was heart-pounding.

"Master Mai Shou, do we still need to go to Daqian Tower?" Mo You asked hesitantly.

"Not going! Not going! Whoever wants to go can go!" Mo Tong opened his mouth to express his thoughts, his voice trembling.

Seeing that the faces of the Heavenly Supremes were a little strange, Mo Tong realized that what he had just said was a bit too cowardly, and quickly cleared his throat and said:
"What I mean is that only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle. Before we take action, we should first meet with Elder Qingxuan of Qingmai and get some information from her before making subsequent plans."

The expressions of many Heavenly Supremes did not ease, but instead they shrank their necks even more, as if they were afraid of something.

Mo Tong felt like his head was about to explode. He showed a helpless bitter smile on his face and said with great sorrow:
"Four of our ancient Futu clan have already fallen. I don't want to see another one fall. You are all the pillars of our ancient Futu clan. How can you be lost so easily?"

"Now that the murderer's identity is clear, how can we rush in so easily? We must discuss a suitable plan carefully..."

"Haha, Master Mo Tongmai said it well. I also think that we must be extremely cautious with a hateful little beast like Ye Huankong. We must not let this little beast have a chance to escape."

Suddenly, an old voice came from behind Mo Tong, which scared Mo Tong so much that he shuddered.

How could someone appear behind him without him noticing? Was this person a Saint-level expert?

Mo Tong cursed his bad luck and forced out a smile uglier than crying. He slowly turned around and saw the man's old face and the iconic black and white robe clearly. Only then did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, although he is not one of us or an acquaintance, he should not be harmful to us.

"Mo Tong, the head of the Mo Clan of the Futu Ancient Clan, greets the great senior of the Maha Ancient Clan. I am honored to meet you."

Mo Tong saluted respectfully to the White Staff Grand Elder of the Maha Ancient Clan, and the powerful men of the Futu Ancient Clan behind him also followed suit and saluted in unison to congratulate.

Those below the level of saints are all ants. The power of White Staff Supreme alone can slay them all completely and will not tolerate their disrespect.

And from what he said, this person seemed to be one of their own? Like them, was he also displeased with Ye Huankong?

"Haha, friends from the ancient Futu clan, there's no need to be polite. I was just out for a walk when I had nothing to do. I heard that there was a lot of excitement in Shengyuan City, so I came here. I didn't expect to meet you, my fellow believers. This is really a great blessing for our clan."

Supreme Elder Bai Zhang spoke sincerely and heartfeltly.

I didn't expect that the little beast would even provoke the ancient Futu clan. May God help the ancient Maha clan!

That’s good now. As long as we can get the ancient Futu tribe on board the warship, why worry about this little beast not dying?

(End of this chapter)