Upon hearing this, Wang Mang, not far away, slowly turned around and looked at the devastated Holy Son of Light.
The next moment, his figure flashed and shot towards the Holy Son of Light.
Bang!
There was another loud noise, and the figure of the Holy Son of Light flew backwards, leaving only Wang Mang standing in the air.
Looking at the defeated two saints, Wang Mang swung the slaughtering halberd.
In an instant, several other great powers bombarded the two holy sons.
Boom!
As the ground swayed, smoke and dust slowly floated up.
Even so, Wang Mang still did not stop, and countless devouring roads kept gushing out of his body and bombarding the two holy sons.
The anger that was almost defeated by these two people just now was vented at this moment.
Although he really wanted to swallow these two guys, he knew at that time that it was not the time.
When he is so strong that he can ignore those old guys, these two people can't escape his palms.
As soon as he thought of this, Wang Mang looked at the fragmented ground deeply.
"Just let you live a little longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped the output of the power of the Great Dao.
Looking at the two saints who had lost their resistance, everyone on the battle table outside the domain realm was silent.
At this moment, huge waves appeared in their hearts.
But it seemed that the facts were too incredible, and they didn't know what to say for a while.
After a pause, a voice slowly came from the crowd:
"Two Holy Sons, were defeated?"
After one person spoke, everyone said one after another:
"How is this... possible?"
"What is that mysterious aura?"
"Yes, if it weren't for the sudden domineering aura, the two holy sons might not have been defeated!"
"Haha, it's useless to say that it's useless, no matter what, Lord Shengshuang won."
"That's right, the Holy Son of Wang Mang can suppress the two Holy Sons with one against two."
"It's an unexpected ending."
..............
At this time, in the patriarch's pavilion.
Looking at the defeated two saints, the five tribe leaders all showed unbelievable expressions.
The next moment, the starry sky leader spoke with a gloomy face:
"Can't even beat the two second-stage inherited divine objects?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the Guangming clan beside him said with some uncertainty:
"The two saints have the blessing of the second-stage inherited divine objects, and the divine power that burst out should be enough to defeat Wang Mang."
"It's probably because of the special extreme state."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yang smiled happily:
"It seems that the first place this time belongs to our Mo clan."
“Two years left.”
After hearing Mo Yang's words, the expressions of the patriarchs became subtle.
These words simply show the future path of the Mo tribe.
As long as you win the first place in two consecutive endless holy wars, the Mo tribe is the veritable number one clan.
This is also the rule set by previous generations of patriarchs.
Fortunately, the other tribe leaders were pressed by the ancient starry sky clan for many years and were already used to it.
However, the Starry Sky Clan Chief, who had always been in a dominant position, suddenly became unhappy.
"It is not something that just Wang Mang can do if he wants to shake the status of the ancient starry sky clan."
"No matter how strong you are, there is only one person."
"So what if he can defeat two saints at the same time?"
"At worst, three saints can join forces, and only four of them are not enough!"
The Starry Sky Clan leader muttered silently in dissatisfaction.
At the same time, he quietly sent a message to several clan leaders.
For a moment, the eyes of several patriarchs lit up, and they all glanced at Mo Yang in a vague way.
Some are watching the show, some are sympathetic, and some are excited.
Mo Yang didn't notice all this, but the old men above the pavilion heard it clearly.
Suddenly, Mo Gu took a sip of tea with a plain expression and said lightly:
"Your junior is a little restless."
While speaking, he also looked at the old man in a blue Taoist robe deeply.
Hearing this, the old man smiled and added Mo Gu's somewhat empty tea cup to tea:
"Haha, don't interfere in the affairs of juniors."
"This is also our original agreement."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor of the Yan clan who was standing beside him also spoke with great interest:
"It's true. If Wang Mang could really lead the Mo tribe to the top in this situation, I will be the first to recognize the position of the Mo tribe."
Listening to the conversations of these people, Ming Di smiled silently:
"I agree."
For a moment, several old men on the tea table looked at Mo Gu with smiles.
Seeing this, Mo Gu snorted coldly in dissatisfaction and said slowly:
"nothing is impossible."
"Remember what you said."
...
In the realm of the Nether Clan.
Looking at the two saints who were seriously injured and the people who had already fainted, Wang Mang looked around in a daze.
The next moment, his figure flashed towards the two holy sons on the ground.
At this time, Hao Shixuan, who was lying on the ground and looking at the sky, fell into deep thought.
Then, he whispered with a dim look:
"Ahem, is the gap really that big?"
"So what if you have inherited divine objects? You can't beat this person?"
At this moment, his heart was filled with confusion.
At the same time, what the former starry sky leader said to him gradually emerged:
"Shixuan, your talent is the strongest among the several holy sons. You will definitely be yours in the future when you develop and inherit the divine objects."
"Yes! Master of the clan!"
He also thought so before Wang Mang appeared. At that time, he won the first place in endless holy wars and was incredible.
But since Wang Mang's arrival, all this has changed.
"Is this guy really the same generation as me?"
"Although the level is obviously lower than that of me, the combat power is so terrifying."
"The Great Supreme Genius has not reached this level, right?"
Looking up at Wang Mang's slowly falling figure, Hao Shixuan muttered to himself with a complicated expression.
At this moment, his invincibility had been broken by Wang Mang.
At this time, Wang Mang looked at the two saints and finally landed beside Hao Shixuan.
"Ants, where is the origin of the world of the underworld?"
Wang Mang asked indifferently.
Hearing this, Hao Shixuan smiled bitterly and slowly stood up:
"You have to ask the Holy Son of the Underworld."
After hearing his words, Wang Mang narrowed his eyes.
Looking at Hao Shixuan who was still able to get up, he was very upset that the idea of stepping on this guy under his feet was gradually magnifying.
But in the end he didn't do that.
Wang Mang slowly turned around and walked towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.
At this moment, a voice came from behind him:
"Wang Mang, will there be a battle in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mang's figure stopped for a moment and continued to walk towards the Holy Son of the Underworld.
"Invincible at the same level, he will surpass the heavens."
"You are not qualified enough."
Wang Mang's ruthless mockery sounded so harshly in Haoshixuan.
The next moment, he growled unwillingly:
"I don't believe it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the stars' marks attacked Wang Mang again.
Seeing this, Wang Mang chuckled and shook his head, and continued to walk forward.
In an instant, a vast extinction road roared towards Haoshixuan.
Suddenly, the traces of the starry sky that came were blown away.
At the same time, the swallowing road was still powerful and bombarded Haoshixuan.
Bang!
With a loud bang, countless devouring avenues centered on Haoshixuan exploded.