Chapter 1527 The Son of the Hades Who Was Hanged and Beaten!
The next moment, Wang Mang's figure retreated suddenly and flashed towards the distance.
In an instant, a strange wave of air that was as cold as a deep pool burst out with the Holy Son of the Underworld.
For a moment, Wang Mang's face changed suddenly.
The reason was nothing else. The power of the great way was assimilated to the naked eye within the range that was invaded by this strange aura.
Seeing this, Wang Mang attacked the Holy Son of the Underworld without believing in evil.
I saw several devouring avenues began to bombard the Holy Son of the Underworld.
But when the Devouring Avenue was about to approach him, it was stained with wisps of strange aura.
In an instant, the devouring road that attacked was assimilated after only a few breaths.
Looking at Wang Mang's face full of surprise, the Holy Son of the Nether Clan smiled gloomy.
"Haha, what's wrong, wasn't it so good to fight just now?"
"Now I'm here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to shoot towards Wang Mang.
As the Holy Son of the Nether Clan continued to approach, the strange aura spreading around him also followed.
Seeing this, Wang Mang's eyes froze and he spoke cautiously:
"So brave, let me see how much you have!"
While speaking, the slaughtered halberd suddenly appeared in his hands.
Not only that, the God of Slaughtering War was also put on his body in an instant.
Seeing Wang Mang's actions, the Holy Son of the Underworld tribe narrowed his eyes and shouted in a low voice:
"Mingtian Sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a long black sword was immediately held in his hand.
At this time, Wang Mang ignored the sage of the Nether Clan who was gradually attacking, but held the slaughtering halberd on his own.
At the same time, countless devouring roads began to rush towards the slaughtered hordes.
For a moment, an extremely domineering aura came out from the Slaughtering Halberd.
As more and more devoured in, the slaughtered halberd began to emit dazzling halos.
Feeling the excitement as if it was the slaughtering halberd, Wang Mang was also infected by this inexplicable sense of excitement and shouted with a fanatical look:
"Come on the fight!"
At this time, Wang Mang had a domineering will appear all over his body in the eyes of the Holy Son of the Underworld.
And this fearful will is still rising.
Looking at the energetic Wang Mang, the Holy Son of the Underworld looked embarrassed and whispered in surprise:
"Scary thoughts, terrible people!"
Even he himself did not notice that Wang Mang's extremely domineering figure had been quietly engraved in his heart.
In the future, this scene will always become his nightmare, of course this is also a story later.
As the slaughtering halberd in Wang Mang's hands began to shake continuously, Wang Mang's body flashed and disappeared from the spot.
This familiar scene made the Holy Son of the Nether Clan sweat.
The next moment, he quickly stopped and alertly kept his surroundings.
At this moment, Wang Mang's figure, like a god and a demon, magnified infinitely in his mind.
For a moment, he swallowed inexplicably, and 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 Nether Clan quickly waved his sword and slashed towards the rear like a frightened bird.
In an instant, several sword lights with strange aura appeared behind him.
With a sword swing, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly fled to 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 not to see Wang Mang before.
However, the heavens were not good, Wang Mang's figure suddenly stopped him the next moment.
At the same time, Wang Mang's tragic voice slowly rang in his ears:
"Where do the ant want to run?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Mang held the hand of the Slaughtering Halberd and began to exert force.
Suddenly, the slaughtered halberd swept straight towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.
Looking at the halberd that exuded a vast divine power, he quickly waved the Mingtian Sword to block it.
Bang!
As the two magic weapons contacted, a dull collision sounded suddenly.
For a moment, the two of them were in a stalemate.
Feeling the huge force coming from his hands, the Holy Son of the Underworld quickly drove the strange aura to invade Wang Mang.
However, just as the strange aura approached Wang Mang, an incredible scene appeared.
This scene completely defeated the defense line in the hearts of the Holy Son of the Underworld.
When these strange auras were about to dye Wang Mang, a red light flashed between Wang Mang's eyebrows.
In front of this red light, the strange aura began to scatter uncontrollably as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
But it was wrapped in the red light and disappeared in an instant.
Looking at Wang Mang's smiling cheeks, the Holy Son of the Underworld screamed in surprise:
"How is it possible? The strange aura has no effect on you!"
Seeing this, Wang Mang spoke indifferently:
"Is it a surprise?"
"It's okay and there's even more surprises!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hands began to exert force.
Scream!
The next moment, I heard a harsh cracking sound as if I was overwhelmed by the Mingtian Sword.
Amid the horrified eyes of the Holy Son of the Nether Clan, a small crack appeared on the sword of the Nether Clan.
Seeing this, Wang Mang grinned and said with disdain:
"Your toy seems to be about to break."
As if he had not heard Wang Mang's words, the Holy Son of the Nether Clan stared at the Mingtian Sword in a daze.
Looking at the saint son of the Nether Clan with no eyes, Wang Mang also slowly reacted.
It seems that his attitude is not so stable that his heart is unstable, right?
As soon as he thought of this, Wang Mang spoke slowly:
"Ants must have the awareness of ants."
"Defeat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand holding the slaughtering halberd began to exert force.
Bang!
As a more violent cracking sound came out, the Mingtian Sword was immediately shattered.
At the same time, the massacre halberd was slashing towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.
Puchi!
With the sound of a muffled sound of the body being cut open and countless splashes of blood, the figure of the Holy Son of the Nether Clan flew backwards.
This scene made everyone watching the battle in the distance say in horror:
"After the end, the Holy Son of the Underworld was beaten and lost his heart of Tao!"
"A generation of geniuses fell."
"Yes, after all, Wang Mang's strength is too terrifying!"
"Haha, I was originally mocking the people who were forced to enter the Mo clan camp, but I didn't expect it."
"That's good, those guys are really lucky."
"It's really enviable, let those guys win."
...
At this time, in the patriarch's pavilion.
Looking at the Holy Son of the Underworld who was like a dead dog, the five tribe leaders were silent.
Obviously, they all saw the status of the Holy Son of the Underworld at this time.
If nothing unexpected happens, the Holy Son of the Underworld will be useless.
In the days to come, he will live in the shadow of Wang Mang forever.
Mo Yang, who was different from other patriarchs, had a smile between his eyebrows and said happily:
"Brother Ming seems that your Nether clan is about to establish a saint son again."
"It's also a big blame for Wang Mang for being too ignorant and not knowing to show mercy by his subordinates."
"Don't worry, I will definitely teach him well after this endless holy war."
Upon hearing this, the head of the Nether tribe glanced at him calmly and said indifferently:
"Haha, I would like to thank Wang Mang wherever I go."
"If he hadn't known that the Holy Son of our clan would have been so bad!"