The battle between Su Chuan and the Ancient Demon Snake was an invisible duel between gods and souls, and outsiders could not see it.

It's just that the copper tripod trembles more and more, which means that the fight between them is becoming more and more intense.

Compared to the fight between monks, this kind of fighting is more tragic, and the slightest carelessness will destroy the soul.

The demon snake roared, and it also had the idea of devouring Su Chuan's soul, especially the Heavenly Dragon Soul, which was a great tonic for the ancient demon snake whose soul was damaged.

If it can be devoured, it will be of great help to its own injuries.

Therefore, at this time, the attack directly ignored Su Chuan, and always rushed towards the Heavenly Dragon Gun Soul.

It's a pity that it doesn't know that it is precisely because of its neglect that it has led to its demise.

The human monk who seemed vulnerable to it had more power than it had expected.

At this time, on the altar, a large number of demon beasts were trapped by Su Chuan's formation, and they couldn't get out for a while, and as for the high priest, they were also helpless.

He could only watch Su Chuan destroying the copper tripod and destroying the ancestral spirit of faith in their hearts, and his expression became even more nervous.

Summoning ancestral spirits is the only hope for their black-clothed clan to survive and rise, and if this outsider is allowed to destroy it, they will lose all their efforts, and may even face the danger of being surrendered.

The high priest looked at Su Chuan with a monstrous murderous intent in his eyes, looking at those formations.

As long as he is allowed to break this damn formation, he must let this foreign monk in front of him die without a place to be buried.

When they saw Su Chuan's side fighting, some other foreign monks also immediately broke out, and dozens of people rushed out and fought with those black-clothed disciples and demon beasts.

However, these have all taken the weird insect pill, and they can't show their strength at all.

It only took a moment for them to be controlled, and their gaze became glazed, as if they had become puppets.

The fight went on for a long time, and when the place was in chaos, a huge figure suddenly appeared, came to the altar place, and saw the chaos in this place and many dead disciples.

This person's expression immediately changed, especially when he saw that Su Chuan was destroying the copper tripod, he immediately showed anger, and came to the altar in three or two steps.

When this person appeared, tens of thousands of clansmen immediately showed respect and shouted respectfully.

"Meet the Patriarch!"

Even the high priest looked respectful, and hurriedly walked up to this man and bowed to him.

This person is the lord of this city, and he is also the patriarch of the black-clothed clan.

"High Priestess, what's going on here? How did my black-clothed clan become like this when it took so much effort to arrange the altar, luring a large number of foreign monks as sacrifices at any cost, and summoning ancestral spirits!"

When Mu Donglai saw this, he knew that their ritual of summoning the ancestral spirits had failed, and at this time, his expression became gloomy, and he asked the high priest loudly.

"The altar was destroyed, the ancestral spirit was controlled by others, the disciple was injured, and he could no longer complete the summoning ceremony, this is the responsibility of the old decay, the old decay is ashamed of the black-clothed clan, ashamed of thousands of people, ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors, please give the patriarch a death. ”

The high priest was extremely heartbroken, and suddenly knelt in front of Mu Donglai, and said guiltily.

"Hmph, give death? Do you suffer it? Now that the surrender of the Bai Qi clan is imminent, without the power of the ancestral spirit, my black-clothed clan should be wiped out, if you are given death, wouldn't it be too cheap for you!"

Mu Donglai is worthy of being the head of a clan, and he can tell the key point of the matter in a few words and save the high priest.

If the High Priest really died, it would be a great loss for the Black-clothed Clan.

"The patriarch's lesson is that the old man should go to the soup and fire in the surrender of the black-clothed clan, dedicate his life, and never give up!"

The high priest showed his piety, bowed respectfully to Mu Donglai, and said loudly.

When his words came out, the other disciples also showed fanatical expressions and yelled one after another.

"The disciple should go to the soup and fire for the black-clothed clan in submission, dedicate his life, and never give up!"

The sound came out, and when it roared like thunder, the whole city trembled.

Mu Donglai glanced at all the disciples, snorted coldly, and immediately ignored the high priest and fell his gaze on Su Chuan.

Seeing those demon beasts trapped in the formation, his expression changed again.

"This person ...... Being able to trap so many beast spirits with his own strength, this person's strength is definitely above me, such a master, don't offend!"

Mu Donglai was shocked by the power of Su Chuan's formation, and also shocked at Su Chuan's own strength, after staring at Su Chuan for a long time, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he already had an idea in his heart.

As a patriarch, there are always his excels, just like this skill of knowing people, they are all different.

And he may not have imagined that it was precisely because of his actions that the black-clothed clan grew stronger and became the fifth largest tribe in the wild land in one fell swoop.

"The destruction of the altar is the destiny of my black-clothed clan, the destiny of heaven, no resentment against others, you will retreat!"

Mu Donglai suddenly spoke loudly, and directly repelled the disciples who were still attacking Su Chuan, and when everyone heard this, their expressions changed, and they didn't know what the patriarch meant.

"Patriarch, you ...... This person is the culprit who ruined the ritual of our clan, if you don't kill him, how can you deal with the souls of our clan!"

The high priest hurriedly came to Mu Donglai's side and asked in shock, he thought that the patriarch would personally kill this person, but he never thought that the patriarch would let this person go.

"Kill him? Did you kill him? This man is not our enemy, no one has been able to destroy the ritual altar since ancient times, this man can destroy it is the destiny of heaven, and we should follow it. ”

"Now that the surrender is imminent, how can thousands of men of my black-clothed clan die here when they kill the enemy in blood and kill the Baiqi clan!"

"Wait, stand down!"

Mu Donglai said loudly, with undoubted majesty, as soon as these words came out, everyone retreated, and even the high priest was convinced.

Mu Donglai knew very well in his heart that if they really offended this person, then they would face the crisis of being attacked on both sides this time.

The cultivation of the person in front of him is strong, when one person can withstand ten thousand armies, if he really gets out of trouble and shoots at the black-clothed clan, then the enemy will be defeated in this battle!

"Report!"

At this moment, a long voice suddenly came from a distance, which made everyone's expressions change, and also made Mu Donglai and the high priest frown.

A black-clothed disciple came quickly and said to Mu Donglai and the high priest with a panicked expression.

"Report that the patriarch, the high priest, and the 30,000 tribesmen of the Whites have appeared outside the city. ”

"They're coming so fast!"

A cold light flashed in Mu Donglai's eyes, and he muttered, and then his whole body suddenly exploded, raising his arms and shouting.

"The heart of the white clan is immortal when I am black-clothed, and now I am surrendering again, what should I do in black!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

As soon as Mu Donglai's voice came out, it immediately caused the disciples on this ground to shout wildly, and the wave of sound overshadowed the past.

"Okay, I'm a man in black, I won't surrender to death, this time, I'll wait for the White Clan and fight to the end!"

"Fight to the death, fight to the death"

Everyone shouted in unison, majestic, as if they had already forgotten the previous unhappiness, even Su Chuan, was forgotten by them.

Submission is imminent, and nothing can be taken care of!

Only the high priest had a gloomy expression and glanced at Su Chuan, revealing hatred.

If it weren't for Su Chuan's appearance, their sacrificial ceremony today would have been successful, and they would have been able to summon the ancestral spirit, so that thousands of disciples would have the power of the ancestral spirit, and they would have been able to fight the powerful Bai Xuan clan.

But now, everything is unpredictable!

Just when the atmosphere of this group of black-clothed disciples was high, Su Chuan's devouring with the soul of the ancient demon snake seemed to have come to an end.