I Swear I Don’t Have A Python In My Pool

Seeing the slaughtering halberd floating in Wang Mang's hands, everyone in the distance widened their eyes.

Then, they said in disbelief:

"Wait, is this a seventh-tier middle-rank top magic weapon?"

"Fuck, I read that right!"

"Such a powerful breath, I guess it's right!"

"By the way, when did the Mo people become so proud?"

"That's right, they actually directly distributed the seventh-rank middle-grade top-level divine weapons to the holy sons in the clan!"

"It's just that I don't know that Lord Shengzi can exert a few percent of the power of this divine weapon."

"Hehe, I guess it won't be much worse than those powerhouses in the Eternal Realm."

"Yes, after all, the power of his own way is so terrifying."

…

At this moment, all the people watching the battle outside were in an uproar when they saw the massacre halberd in Wang Mang's hands.

In the pavilion where the patriarchs were, the Mingzu patriarch said slowly:

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Mo Yang is eager to win, so he directly bought a seventh-rank middle-grade top-level magic weapon for the holy son of his clan."

Hearing this, the other four patriarchs in the pavilion all looked at Mo Yang in unison.

After all, if it is really what the head of the Ming family said, such behavior is nothing more than breaking the rules.

If all the holy sons in the clan were directly equipped with a seventh-rank middle-grade top-level divine weapon, then the endless jihad would change.

The holy sons of other small clans can also give up the competition directly.

With this in mind, their gazes at Mo Yang became sharper.

Seeing this, Mo Yang shrugged indifferently, and explained:

"You also know the origin of Wang Mang."

"The Nine Clans of the Abyss should not be so poor that they can't even produce a seventh-rank middle-grade divine weapon."

"With Wang Mang's talent, it's not difficult to get a seventh-rank middle-grade divine weapon from the Abyss Nine Clans, right?"

As soon as the words fell, the patriarch of the Starry Sky Ancient Clan said lightly:

"Okay, it's useless to worry about these now."

"Look quietly!"

After he finished speaking, Mo Yang and Chief Ming, who were still about to speak, suddenly became quiet.

It can be seen that among the six patriarchs, the starry sky patriarch is currently the head.

Regarding this, Mo Yang silently said in his heart with an expression of displeasure:

"Hehe, now you can be more airy for a while."

"I want to see what kind of expression you will have when Wang Mang suppresses the holy son of your ancient starry sky clan!"

At the same time, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Mo Yang seemed to have seen it, and the starry sky patriarch had an ugly expression on his face.

…

At this time, in the realm of the Mo people.

Wang Mang, who stands on the wall of the world, holds a massacre halberd and blesses it with countless devouring avenues.

Suddenly, an incomparably sharp aura floated around him.

At the same time, Wang Mang's long hair began to flutter slowly.

With that, the power of the Great Dao in the Slaughtering Euphorbia became more and more abundant.

Several turbulent Dao fluctuations swept around Wang Mang's body.

In an instant, Wang Mang's aura rose to its peak.

The next moment, with Wang Mang fiercely waving the massacre halberd.

A vast and boundless avenue attack roared out from the slaughter halberd.

Boom!

As the sky and the earth suddenly brightened, a beam of light piercing through the sky suddenly appeared.

At the same time, a deafening roar resounded through the sky.

Countless agitated devouring avenues bombarded the surroundings unscrupulously.

Suddenly, the space around Wang Mang was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Wang Mang's Dao attack began to wear away gradually until it disappeared.

I saw that there was a vacuum around Wang Mang and the world wall.

The shattered space evolved into countless turbulent voids.

As for the wall of the world bombarded by Wang Mang, it has already been broken.

Seeing this, Wang Mang nodded in satisfaction and said softly:

"Yes, it's not too strong."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head to look for Conley's figure.

At this time, the few people in the distance were completely shocked by this scene.

They still couldn't believe that Wang Mang could forcibly break the wall of the world.

This almost impossible scene was presented in front of their eyes today.

For a moment, Conley, who was a little sluggish in the crowd, murmured to the people around him:

"is this real?"

"Is the blessing of a seventh-rank middle-grade top divine weapon really that big?"

Hearing this, a person beside him said with empathy:

"This... is really unbelievable."

"But the facts are there."

After hearing his words, Conley said with emotion:

"With such strength, isn't it walking sideways in the endless jihad?"

"Now I kind of understand why Lord Shengzi is so arrogant."

"With such strength, it is not difficult to crush the holy sons of other great clans."

…

Looking at the dull-looking crowd, Wang Mang quickly flew to their side.

Then, he said calmly:

"Conley, continue to lead the way."

Hearing this, Conley in the crowd immediately replied respectfully:

"Let's go, Lord Son!"

As soon as the words fell, he flew out of the crowd and rushed towards the broken wall of the world.

Seeing this, Wang Mang quickly followed.

…

At this moment, Patriarch Guangming and Patriarch Yan in the pavilion watched Wang Mang's attack and exclaimed in surprise:

"The strength of the eternal realm?"

"How is it possible, he is clearly the first level of Immortal Realm?"

"With such strength, what else is there to compare to? Wouldn't it be good to just announce that the first place is from the Mo clan?"

Looking at the two patriarchs who were yelling, the other four patriarchs were much calmer.

Obviously, they had expected Wang Mang's strength for a long time, and such a scene did not cause much fluctuation in their hearts.

Moreover, all three of their clans have ways to deal with Wang Mang.

Seeing the performance of these two patriarchs, Mo Yang only felt a little refreshed.

Their Mo tribe can be regarded as a show in the endless jihad.

After thinking up to this point, Mo Yang suppressed a smile and said:

"Hehe~ www.readwn.com~ He's only in the Immortal Realm First Layer."

"Participating in the endless jihad is not against the rules, is it?"

Hearing this, the complexions of the several patriarchs present suddenly turned ugly.

Obviously, Wang Mang's display of supernatural powers made them all uneasy.

Even the patriarchs of the three major clans who had prepared before now have some doubts that their holy son is really Wang Mang's opponent?

…

At this time, at a tea table above the Patriarch's Pavilion, six old men were sitting cross-legged.

Among them, an old man in a blue Taoist robe said slowly:

"Old Gu, you Mo people really got an amazing young man!"

"With such terrifying strength and talent, it seems that the Mo people will last forever in the future."

Hearing this, Mo Gu said with a smile:

"Hehe, it's just good luck."

After hearing Mo Gu's words, Ming Di's mouth twitched.

Then, he said with a look of jealousy:

"How can a Tianjiao who has left his name on the Supreme List be described only by good luck?"

"I just don't know if you Mo people can successfully cultivate such a proud man."