Seeing the two people admiring each other, the four old men around all showed envious expressions.

One is the invincible Tianjiao who has won the list of supreme names, and the other's holy son has also stepped into the second stage of inheriting the gods very vigorously.

We must know that Yanling has entered the second stage at a young age, and his future achievements must be immeasurable.

As for Wang Mang, let alone, relying on his monstrous combat power, he overwhelmed all the saints.

That is to say, the Mo people are still unwilling to believe that Wang Mang didn't bestow him with an inheritance fetish.

Otherwise, there would be no need to fight this endless jihad.

Thinking of this, the two old men at the tea table looked at their holy son with hatred.

The next moment, the old man in azure robe said slowly:

"It's not a foregone conclusion yet, don't be too happy."

"The holy son in the old man's family has already stepped into the second stage of inheriting the gods."

Hearing this, Mo Gu replied dismissively:

"Tch, so what if we entered the second stage?"

"As long as you don't enter the final stage, I won't believe that any of the holy sons is Wang Mang's opponent!"

"This time, Wang Mang will let Hao Shixuan taste the defeat."

"It's just a good time to teach that arrogant boy a lesson, so that he won't always play tricks on Xiaoyou."

After hearing Mo Gu's words, the surrounding elders all laughed silently.

A few years ago, the Xingkong Ancient Clan had proposed marriage to the Mo Clan.

That's right, the two who got married were Mo Xiaoyou and Hao Shixuan.

But this was all rejected by Mogu.

Not only that, but later Hao Shixuan would be caught and beaten up by the stubborn Mo Gu whenever he entered Mo City.

However, Mo Gu was still very measured and just taught him a lesson, although he despised the old guy's shameless behavior.

However, it's not good to break up with the Mo people just because of such a trivial matter.

From then on, Hao Shixuan never dared to go to Mo City alone.

As time passed, the matter fell into disarray.

This doesn't affect it either, Mo Gu is not happy seeing Hao Shixuan.

Thinking of this, the elders around looked at Mo Gu with weird eyes.

After all, they still can't be like Mo Gu, who completely let go of the face of the seniors and attack a junior.

They still admire Mogu's shameless spirit.

Looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, Mo Gu seemed to understand something.

Then, he said with some embarrassment:

"Ahem, let's watch the competition."

…

At this time, in the realm of the Yan Clan.

As the two continued to stand in a stalemate, countless aftermaths began to spread towards the surroundings.

Whether it is the terrifyingly powerful Dao of Devouring or the incomparably scorching Burning God Flame, they are constantly destroying the surrounding environment,

At the same time, ripples began to appear in the space around the two of them,

I saw Wang Mang holding the massacre halberd with one hand and constantly exerting force, while Yan Ling opposite him was resisting with both hands against the fire pattern stick.

The power of the avenue behind them seemed to be colliding with different visions.

Looking at Yan Ling with a dignified face, Wang Mang asked slowly:

"I suddenly thought of a question."

Hearing this, Yan Ling, who was struggling to resist the huge fire stick, said in a daze:

"what?"

The next moment, Wang Mang said lightly:

"Does every big family have an inherited fetish?"

After hearing Wang Mang's question, Yan Ling looked around at a loss.

Then, he stared at Wang Mang and replied:

"Inheriting fetishes is generally either given to the patriarch or the holy son."

"As for the inherited fetishes of your Mo clan, I haven't seen senior Mo Yang use them for so many years."

"I remember that in the records, the Mo tribe seemed to have a holy son a hundred years ago."

"However, that holy son mysteriously disappeared for unknown reasons."

"That's all I know."

Hearing this, Wang Mang said thoughtfully:

"It seems that the Mo people are not as simple as this seat thinks?"

When Wang Mang first saw the Saint Son of the Bone Race use the inheritance fetish, Wang Mang was just a little greedy.

After all, the Holy Son of the Bone Race is still in the first stage of developing the inherited fetish.

When he saw the power of the inherited fetish in Yan Ling's hands, Wang Mang was completely envious.

Logically speaking, as the holy son of the Mo clan, he should also have inherited fetishes.

Thinking of this, Wang Mang scolded with some dissatisfaction:

"Fuck, Mo Yang doesn't trust me!"

Hearing this, Yan Ling who was opposite him said with some shame:

"Well, it is certain that you are suspected of being so strong."

You know, Wang Mang is now suppressing him with the inherited fetish.

This made Yan Ling also have to be convinced, after all, Wang Mang's strength is indeed strong.

If it weren't for the blessing of inheriting the gods, he might not even be qualified to fight Wang Mang.

With this in mind, he sighed to Wang Mang:

"I really don't know how a guy like you cultivates."

While speaking, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Hearing this, Wang Mang glanced at him lightly, and said slowly:

"There's no comparison."

"Okay, you should admit defeat, right?"

After hearing his words, Yan Ling said helplessly:

"Yeah, I lost!"

"However, I have nothing to regret after losing to the destiny."

As soon as the words fell, the remaining Fentian Shenyan around him disappeared immediately.

Seeing this, Wang Mang also dispersed the Dao of Devouring that was entrenched around him.

After the two destructive energies disappeared, the Yan Clan domain stopped shaking.

At the same time, the figures of the two were revealed.

I saw that Wang Mang's body was unscathed except for some black spots on the Slaughter God of War.

In comparison, Yan Ling was much more embarrassed.

When he was fighting Wang Mang, the Taoist robe on his body was torn to pieces by the remaining power that swallowed the Dao.

The power of the Great Dao in the body is also due to maintaining the Burning God Flame and being absorbed by Wang Mang.

Although he still has the strength to fight, the final outcome must be a loss.

Rather than being defeated in embarrassment, it is better to admit defeat and retain a trace of decency.

Seeing the two people who had stopped fighting, everyone in the Yan Clan's Domain discussed one after another:

"Is this the winner?"

"Although Yanling looks a bit embarrassed, it's not like she's completely powerless in a fight."

"Then what's the situation?"

"If you don't know, just wait and see!"

"They're coming."

Following the arrival of Wang Mang and Yan Ling, everyone immediately fell silent.

Looking at the puzzled crowd, Yan Ling was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"Everyone in the Yan Clan camp is sorry, I have lost this battle."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone exploded.

Seeing this~lightnovelpub.net~ Yan Ling opened his mouth and told a person:

"Okay, let's go out and talk about everything."

"You, take the origin of the world."

While speaking, he pointed to a person in the crowd.

"Yes, Lord Son."

Seeing that the man responded to Yan Ling's words respectfully, he hurried towards a place.

Seeing the back of the man leaving, Yan Ling turned his head and said to Wang Mang:

"Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, wait a moment."

Hearing this, Wang Mang nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yan Ling didn't pay too much attention to it.

After all, the two didn't know each other very well.

As time passed, the man hurried over.

After handing over the source of the world to Wang Mang, Yan Ling thought about it and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, although your strength is formidable."

"But let's pay more attention to the Holy Son of the Starry Sky Ancient Clan."

"That guy has won the first place in several endless jihads."

"The most important thing is that he has entered the second stage early in the development of the inherited fetish."