At this time, in the streets of Mocheng at night.

Wang Mang, who came out of Moxiao Pavilion, sat cross-legged on the eaves and quietly watched the people coming and going on the dimly lit street.

Staring at this scene full of human fireworks, Wang Mang whispered with some emotion:

"Haha, among the thousands of lights there is no one left for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of the blood coffin suddenly sounded in Wang Mang's mind:

"Wang Mang, why did you come to the intermediate world?"

"It's a small world and it's safe, but isn't it good that there are countless corpses?"

Hearing this, Wang Mang paused and said curiously:

"What have you been doing these days?"

"There are so many corpses in the Xuanyu world and Yuanwu world, but you haven't seen you appear?"

After hearing Wang Mang's words, the blood coffin's voice sounded again:

"I don't know either. Ever since I saw the body of the ancient god's inheritor, I have fallen into a deep sleep from time to time."

"By the way, how did you come to this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang said a little arrogantly:

"Haha, the small world is not my stage."

"Looking at it now, the intermediate world is quite suitable."

Although that is what they say, the actual reason for not going to the small world is simply that there are too few Dao Crystals available.

The original Yuanwu small world was okay, but the Dao crystal value obtained in the Xuanyu small world made Wang Mang want to cry.

Not only is there the difficult guy who is the Lord of the World, but there is also an unfathomable will of the world.

Such a world would only bring little to Wang Mang.

As soon as he thought about this, Wang Mang immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to harvest in other small worlds.

Then, a mocking voice from the blood coffin was heard:

"Haha, I don't understand you yet?"

"Nine times out of ten, they are the corpses of creatures from the small world. I can't satisfy you anymore."

Hearing this, Wang Mang retorted with some embarrassment:

"No way, I just want to experience the strong men in other worlds."

After Wang Mang's rebuttal, the blood coffin suddenly became quiet.

Suddenly, Wang Mang asked slowly:

"Blood coffin? What's wrong with you?"

"Fell asleep again?"

After a while, Blood Coffin still didn't reply.

For a moment, Wang Mang, who was sitting cross-legged on the eaves, said in confusion:

"This happens every day."

At this moment, three extremely powerful auras appeared in Wang Mang's perception.

After Wang Mang felt it carefully, he immediately knew what happened.

Three strong men exuding the aura of the eternal realm rushed towards the Black Ink Clan.

After thinking about this, Wang Mang said to himself with great interest:

"What do these guys want to do?"

"Forget it, he is also the Holy Son of the Black Ink Clan now, so let's go and have a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure exploded towards the Black Ink Clan.

…

At this time, in the Mo clan's clan, Mo Gu and Mo Yang were suspended side by side in the air.

Then, Mo Yang said hesitantly:

"Father, are these people here for Wang Mang?"

Hearing this, Mo Gu said with a calm indifference:

"Nine times out of ten it is."

"Don't worry, they won't dare do anything."

Listening to Mo Gu's comfort, Mo Yang whispered:

"I'm afraid the person who came here is not evil."

While the two were talking, three figures flew towards them quickly.

In an instant, the three people who arrived arrived beside them.

Looking at the menacing people, Mogu said with a smile:

"What's going on with the Mo clan who came to me?"

Hearing this, an old man with a ruddy complexion smiled mockingly at Mo Gu:

"Haha, come on, stop pretending."

"Now the entire world of the Endless Sanctuary knows that your Black Ink Clan's saints are powerful enough to reach the heavens."

"What? You don't want to talk to us old friends."

After hearing the old man's merciless words, Mo Gu's face darkened and he said solemnly:

"Haha, old man, please be polite, this is the Black Ink Clan!"

Looking at the two people who were at war with each other, Mo Yang quickly spoke up and said:

"Okay, seniors."

"This is not a place for conversation. If others see it, they will think that we, the Black Ink Clan, do not treat guests well."

"Father, what do you say?"

After saying that, he also pulled Mogu's sleeve.

Seeing this, the old man looked at Mo Yang with satisfaction and said to him kindly:

"Hahaha, you are much better than your stubborn father."

"Let's go!"

While speaking, he did not forget to mock Mo Gu.

"snort!"

Hearing this, Mo Gu snorted coldly and hurried towards his courtyard.

Seeing this, Mo Yang, who was still on the spot, smiled bitterly and said helplessly:

"Seniors, please don't take offense and come with me."

Hearing this, the old man said with a smile:

"Haha, it's not like we don't know your father."

"Okay, let's go together."

Immediately, the two people who came together around him nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Mo Yang led a few people and rushed towards Mo Gu's courtyard.

After a while, several people, led by Mo Yang, quickly arrived at Mo Gu's courtyard.

At this time, in Mogu's courtyard, Mogu was making tea with a calm expression.

Looking at the people arriving, Mogu said slowly:

"sit down!"

After hearing this, these people immediately sat down at the tea table.

The next moment, Mogu's great power slowly pushed the brewed tea to a few people.

Then, he said slowly:

"Ming Di, Wang Mang is already the Holy Son of the Black Ink Clan."

"What can you change by bringing them here?"

Hearing this, the old man named Ming Di said in disbelief:

"In other words, Wang Mang was really won over by your Black Ink Clan?"
To be continued...