Chapter 92: Xuan Guang vs. Mo Tong

The martial arts competition among the various branches of the ancient Futu clan will soon begin.

This time was not as grand as the previous ones, but all the superpowers that were supposed to come had arrived.

Qing Yanjing also brought Muchen back, and Mantuoluo also rushed over from the distant Tianluo Continent.

On the white jade platform of the Buddha Realm, more than twenty figures of light stood on it. These figures were surrounded by brilliant spiritual light, and the terrifying spiritual power pressure surged between heaven and earth.

These are the foundation that has enabled the ancient Futu clan to survive in the world for a long time.

An ancient race, gradually acquiring this heritage after thousands of years of reproduction.

Ordinary superpowers may shine for a while, but will eventually vanish into thin air. Only this ancient race, which has been developing and multiplying at a leisurely pace, has withstood countless disasters and has become increasingly powerful.

But this time, the strength displayed by the ancient Futu clan frightened the leaders of the super powers who came to watch the ceremony.

An ordinary super power, as long as it possesses one holy item and several heavenly supreme beings, can be called a top super power.

But the ancient Futu clan possesses a total of six holy objects.

Boom!Boom!
The vast spiritual power raged between heaven and earth. On the top of the mountains, huge drums rose up. Under the heavy hammering, there was suddenly a low and heart-pounding drum sound, roaring and echoing in the world.

Muchen stayed in Qingmai's camp, looking at the supreme beings high above in the sky.

Scanning those holy items, Muchen's gaze first fell on a man in a black robe. The man in the black robe stood with his hands behind his back. This man had an extremely handsome face, his eyes seemed as gentle as jade, and his body was filled with spiritual light.

Compared with the other elders, the spiritual light around him was the weakest, but those present were all experienced people, so they naturally understood that this kind of spiritual power was restrained, like a black hole, which could prevent any spiritual power from leaking out, as if it was completely integrated with the heaven and earth. This was a sign of climbing to the level of the Holy Heavenly Supreme.

This man in black robe has actually reached the late stage of immortality and is constantly looking for an opportunity to step into the holy realm.

"This is the head of the Xuanmai, Xuanguang. He is Xuanluo's father. He is now known as one of the two people in the ancient Futu clan who has the greatest hope of stepping into the holy product."

Beside Muchen, Qingshuang also noticed the strange look on Muchen's face. She looked in his direction and said solemnly.

"Xuan Luo's father?" Muchen's eyes flickered slightly, and then he nodded gently. His gaze continued to move downwards, and finally he discovered that among the seven elders of Xuanmai, there were actually four Immortal Grade Heavenly Supremes and three Spirit Grade Heavenly Supremes.

Obviously, in order to keep their seats, all the real strong men from this Xuanmai came out.

Among those white jade platforms, the only formation that can be compared with the Xuanmai is the Momai formation. They have one less person than the Xuanmai, but the six Heavenly Supremes are also majestic and can swallow up the sky and the earth.

On the stone platform at the top of the ink vein was a middle-aged man in a black robe. His eyes were pitch black and there were strange black lines on his face. A strange chill emanated from his body. When his eyes opened and closed, they were like two black holes, which continuously devoured the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

"This is the head of the Mo Vein, Mo Tong, whose strength is not weaker than Xuan Guang." Qingshuang whispered again.

Muchen nodded slightly. Obviously, this Mo Tong should be another person in the ancient Futu clan who has the opportunity to step into the holy level. These two people are indeed people who can swallow mountains and rivers. No wonder the Xuanmai and Momai are becoming more and more powerful in their hands.

I believe that if Futu Yijing had not been too powerful, as long as one of these two people stepped into the holy level first, the position of the patriarch of the ancient Futu clan would have belonged to one of them.

At the same time, Muchen was also somewhat relieved that his mother had escaped.

Otherwise, even if he became the Supreme Lord of Heaven, he would still appear very insignificant when facing the ancient Futu clan.

In the ancient Futu clan, even if one becomes the Supreme Lord, it is just a position of an elder.

Boom boom boom!
Between heaven and earth, the sound of drums became more and more rapid.

"Let's get started." The patriarch Futu Yijing's majestic voice resounded from the top of the main peak. As soon as the voice fell, several rays of light fell on the white jade platform.

"Xuanmai Xuanguang, please give me some advice, Momai Motong leader." Xuanguang said with a smile.

"Mo Mai Mo Tong, please teach me." Mo Tong also replied with a smile.

The two of them had long given up the idea of ​​becoming clan leaders. Now the relations among the various branches of the ancient Futu clan were relatively harmonious, but there would certainly be plenty of competition.

"Xuanmai Xuanlin, please teach me, Elder Qingmai Qingyun."

"Qingmai Qingxuan, please teach me, Elder Momai Mogu."

"Momai Moyin, please teach me, Elder Xuanmai Heiguang."

Many voices rang out in the sky, and the martial arts competition among all sects officially began.

Although Qingmai has the great elder Qing Yanjing as its leader, Qingmai is obviously the weakest in subsequent combat power.

On the white jade platform, the vast spiritual power suddenly erupted like a volcano, ravaging the world.

Several figures transformed into brilliant spirits almost at the same time, emitting terrifying power with every gesture.

A fierce battle broke out immediately.

The most intense battle was between Xuan Guang and Mo Tong. Both of them had faint fluctuations of holy items. They were not the kind of people willing to fall behind. Now Qingmai leader Qing Yanjing is a grandmaster of holy items.

However, both of them were still in the late stage of immortality, so they both felt a little angry.

The purpose of this duel is to find an opportunity for a breakthrough through fighting with people at the same level.

After all, there are already six holy items in the clan now. Except for Qing Yanjing, these holy items will not favor other lineages and will treat all equally.

Therefore, they also have to work harder to break through to the holy level and be on par with Qing Yanjing, the head of the Qingmai lineage.

In this way, future power disputes among the various clans will not be suppressed by Qing Yanjing.

In the sky, many holy objects also discovered the plan of the two and were all happy to see it come to fruition. However, Qing Yanjing was a little unhappy.

She didn't like Xuan Guang and Mo Tong in the first place. If it weren't for them, she and Muchen and his mother wouldn't have been separated for such a long time.

But even though she was unhappy, she wouldn't interfere.

If he interferes with the fight between the two, Patriarch Futu might not take action against the other five saints, but it is hard to say about the other four.

Futu Yijing must still be angry. If he finds the chance, he will probably beat her up.

"It seems that these two children have been aroused by the desire to win." The old man Futu stroked his beard with a smile on his face.

"This is great. Maybe our ancient Futu clan can add two more holy objects." Futu Yijing also said with a smile.

"By then, my Futu Ancient Clan will be the undisputed leader of the five ancient clans."

“We already are now.”

(End of this chapter)