The next moment, Wang Mang's figure was seen retreating violently, moving towards the distance.

In an instant, a strange and cold wave of air, like a deep pool, erupted with the Holy Son of the Underworld as the center.

Suddenly, Wang Mang's expression in the distance suddenly changed.

There is no other reason. Within the area that was invaded by this strange aura, the power of the avenue was assimilated visibly to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Wang Mang attacked the Holy Son of the Underworld with some disbelief.

I saw several Devouring Avenues starting to blast towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.

But when the Devouring Avenue was about to approach him, he was infected by wisps of strange aura.

In an instant, the swallowing avenue that attacked was assimilated in just a few breaths.

Looking at Wang Mang's astonished face, the Holy Son of the Underworld smiled gloomily.

"Haha, what's the matter? Didn't you have a great time playing just now?"

"Now it's time to sit down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to shoot towards Wang Mang.

As the Holy Son of the Underworld continued to approach, the strange aura spread around him.

Seeing this, Wang Mang's eyes narrowed and he spoke cautiously:

"How brave, let me see how much you weigh!"

As he spoke, the Slaughter Halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

Not only that, the God of Slaughter War was also instantly donned on his body.

Seeing Wang Mang's actions, the attacking Saint Son of the Nether Tribe narrowed his eyes and shouted in a low voice:

"Underworld Sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black long sword was suddenly held in his hand.

At this time, Wang Mang ignored the Saint Son of the Nether Tribe who was gradually attacking him, and was minding his own business holding the Slaughter Halberd.

At the same time, countless Devouring Avenues began to surge towards the Killing Euphorbia.

Suddenly, an extremely domineering aura came out of the Slaughter Halberd.

As more and more swallows poured in, the Slaughter Halberd began to emit dazzling halos.

Feeling the joy that seemed to come from the killing euphorbia, Wang Mang was also infected by this inexplicable excitement, and shouted enthusiastically:

"Come and fight!"

At this time, in the eyes of the Holy Son of the Nether Tribe, Wang Mang felt a domineering will coming out of his body.

And this terrifying will is still rising.

Looking at the energetic Wang Mang, the Holy Son of the Underworld looked embarrassed and whispered in surprise:

"A terrible idea, a terrible person!"

Even he himself didn't notice that Wang Mang's domineering figure had been quietly engraved in his heart.

In the future, this scene will forever become his nightmare. Of course, this is another story.

As the massacre halberd in Wang Mang's hand began to shake continuously, Wang Mang disappeared in a flash.

This familiar scene made the Holy Son of the Underworld break into a cold sweat.

The next moment, he stopped quickly and was alert to his surroundings.

At this moment, Wang Mang's god-like figure was infinitely magnified in his mind.

For a moment, he swallowed in confusion, and at the same time, his body began to tremble slowly.

At this moment, that shocking will suddenly appeared behind him.

"Here!" Feeling the movement behind him, the Holy Son of the Underworld quickly swung his sword towards the back like a frightened bird.

In an instant, several sword lights with a strange aura appeared behind him.

Swinging his sword in the air, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly ran away into the distance.

At this moment, he had completely given up his pride as the Holy Son of the Underworld.

Now he just wants to escape from this place quickly, and it is best never to see Wang Mang again.

However, God was not in his favor, and the next moment Wang Mang's figure stood in front of him.

At the same time, Wang Mang's playful voice slowly sounded in his ears:

"Where do the ants want to go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang held the hand of the Slaughter Halberd and began to exert force.

Immediately, the slaughtering halberd swept straight towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.

Seeing the great halberd exuding overwhelming divine power, he quickly waved the Mingtian Sword to block it.

Bang!

As the two magic weapons came into contact, a dull collision sound suddenly sounded.

For a moment, the two were in a stalemate.

Feeling the tremendous power coming from his hands, the Holy Son of the Underworld quickly drove the strange aura towards Wang Mang.

But just as the strange aura approached Wang Mang, an incredible scene occurred.

This scene also completely broke down the defense in the heart of the Holy Son of the Underworld.

Just when these strange auras were about to infect Wang Mang, a red light flashed between Wang Mang's eyebrows.

In front of this red light, strange aura began to spread out uncontrollably, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

However, it was wrapped in the red light and disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Wang Mang's smiling face, the Holy Son of the Underworld exclaimed:

"How is it possible that the strange aura has no effect on you?"

Seeing this, Wang Mang said with an indifferent expression:

"Are you surprised?"

"It's okay, there's something more unexpected!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands began to exert force.

Bah!

The next moment, a harsh shattering sound was heard from the Mingtian Sword as if it was overwhelmed.

In the horrified gaze of the Holy Son of the Ming Tribe, a small crack appeared on the sword of the Ming Tian Sword.

Seeing this, Wang Mang grinned and said with disdain:

"Ant, your toy seems to be broken."

As if he had not heard Wang Mang's words, the Holy Son of the Underworld stared at the Underworld Sword in despair.

Looking at the soulless Saint Son of the Nether Tribe, Wang Mang also slowly reacted.

Judging from his posture, it's not like he's been beaten, right?

After thinking about this, Wang Mang slowly said:

"Ants must have the consciousness of ants."

"Defeat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand holding the Slaughter Halberd began to exert force.

boom!

As a more violent cracking sound sounded, the Mingtian Sword suddenly shattered into pieces.

At the same time, the Slaughter Halberd slashed towards the Holy Son of the Underworld with undiminished power.

Phew!

Following the muffled sound of flesh being cut open, and countless splashes of blood, the figure of the Holy Son of the Underworld immediately flew backwards.

This scene made everyone watching the battle from a distance startle and talk in horror:

"It's over, the Holy Son of the Underworld has been beaten so much that he has lost his Taoist heart!"

"A generation of genius has passed away."

"Yes, after all, Wang Mang's strength is too terrifying!"

"Haha, I originally laughed at the people who were forced into the Black Ink Clan camp, but I didn't expect that."

"Yeah, those guys got lucky."

"It's really enviable. Let those guys win."
To be continued...