"If you continue to use this strange power so recklessly, sooner or later I will not be able to suppress him."

Suspiciously scanning around, Wang Mang frowned when he saw that there was no one around.

Who is speaking?

Thinking about the information revealed in this sentence, Wang Mang seemed to have thought of something, and quickly said in his heart: "The only source?"

At the same time, he also transferred his spiritual thoughts to his abdomen.

After a while, I saw bursts of starlight suddenly appearing around the only source.

A white figure slowly took shape.

Seeing this vision, Wang Mang's face slowly revealed a touch of solemnity.

Is the only source finally willing to communicate with him?

After a pause, Wang Mang asked it, "What the **** are you?"

"And what's going on with the black stripes?"

"The old man is..."

For a while, Wang Mang raised many questions.

After all, this is a matter related to his life, so it must not be sloppy.

Staring at the white phantom in his body, Wang Mang's breathing inadvertently slowed down a lot.

After a while, the voice of this phantom came slowly:

"I am the incarnation of the origin of my name."

"The reason why it appears in your body is to suppress the black lines."

"As for what the black lines are, I'm sorry I can't reveal them to you now."

"You just need to know that this black streak is the most weird and ominous force in the world."

"If you use him so violently, when I can't suppress him, that's when you will be assimilated."

After finishing speaking, the white phantom turned into dots of white clouds and disappeared into Wang Mang's abdomen.

Wang Mang turned a blind eye to its disappearance, and kept repeating these few words in his mind.

The strangest power in the world?

To be honest, when the black mist appeared, he didn't feel any discomfort.

Even when facing the black mist, he still has a sense of intimacy.

However, regarding the sudden appearance of the black mist, Wang Mang still maintained great doubts in his heart.

All of a sudden, Wang Mang's mind was in a mess.

Suddenly, Wang Mang thought of another thing that was also stored in his body.

"Blood coffin!"

"Blood coffin!"

"Fuck, are you still sleeping at this hour?"

He called several times in his heart, but Wang Mang gave up when there was no response.

Sighing slowly, a smog flashed in his eyes.

Now the system is unreliable, and the blood coffin that usually knows everything has disappeared.

This made Wang Mang's heart extremely heavy.

Wang Mang, who was frowning, opened a jar of spiritual wine and drank it.

Just like that, I don't know how much altar spirit wine I drank.

The sky gradually darkened.

At this time, the number of guests in Tianxiao Pavilion gradually increased.

When these guests saw Wang Mang, they all shrank their pupils and whispered something to their companions beside them.

Hearing these people's comments, Wang Mang's eyes flashed red, and his eyes swept over them from time to time.

All of a sudden, the voices of discussion that made Wang Mang feel a little irritated disappeared immediately.

Just like that, another hour passed, and two figures slowly appeared at the door.

Seeing the two of them, Wang Mang waved to them.

At the same time, he shouted to Xiao Er: "Come to 30 altars!"

As the two sat down, Wang Mang said to Abyss Bo Yang with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, Brother Bo Yang has advanced to the next round."

"Today, if you don't get drunk, you won't return home."

Hearing this, Abyss Bo Yang beside him smiled bitterly.

"Are you planning to defect from the Abyss Nine Clans directly?"

Staring at Wang Mang, Shen Yuan Bo Yang asked very seriously.

As soon as the words fell, a subtle look appeared on the face of Abyss Xuanming at the side.

Faced with his question, Wang Mang thought for a long time.

Thinking of the choice he made because of the rewards from the system, Wang Mang laughed at himself.

Then, he said slowly, "Maybe."

Hearing Wang Mang's ambiguous answer, both of them showed puzzled expressions at the same time.

If it is to go out to practice, Wang Mang doesn't have to be like that.

Is it to let yourself succeed in the promotion?

This is also unlikely, after all, Wang Mang also knows his own strength.

He also knew that it was impossible for Wang Mang to give up the Clan Grand Competition for himself.

At this moment, Shen Yuan Xuanming said indifferently: "Since Brother Wang Mang doesn't want to say more, don't bother asking."

Although Shen Yuan Xuanming was shocked by Wang Mang's actions today, he quickly accepted it.

Compared with Abyss Bo Yang, his mind is more calm.

"Several distinguished guests, 30 altars of spirit wine are here."

I saw that Xiao Er appeared at the table of the three of them dragging the spirit wine.

Looking at the table, Wang Mang ordered without turning his head, "Put 10 altars next to each person."

"okay."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Er started to get busy.

After putting away the spirit wine, Xiao Er wiped his forehead and said respectfully: "The wine has been put away."

"If you need anything, call me at any time."

Hearing this, Wang Mang just waved his hand lightly, indicating that he can leave.

"Oh, okay."

Seeing this, Xiaoer greeted him politely and returned to his post.

After glancing at the two of them, Wang Mang slowly lifted a jar of spirit wine and started drinking it immediately.

Seeing this, the two people on the side didn't hesitate, picked up the spirit wine and drank it.

Just like this, the few people who were drinking with their heads up did not notice that there was another person beside them.

"I don't know, what is bothering our young patriarch."

"You might as well talk about it and let me listen."

Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Mang couldn't help but tremble.

Putting down the wine jar, Wang Mang stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared beside the table.

At the same time, an indescribable complex emotion filled his heart.

The two people on the side even put down the wine jar, and said respectfully: "Eight patriarchs?!"

Slightly nodding his head and beckoning to the two of them, Shen Yuanke turned his gaze to Wang Mang again.

"What's the matter, kid, don't you have anything to say to me?"

After opening a jar of spiritual wine, Shen Yuankui looked directly at Wang Mang and said indifferently.

Looking at the indifferent Abyss, Wang Mang opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "Sorry."

When he said these words, Wang Mang was drained of all his energy.

Hearing Wang Mang's words, Shen Yuankui's expression changed for a while.

First he was angry, then he was puzzled, and finally he sighed helplessly.

Picking up the spirit wine and taking a sip, Shen Yuanke said slowly, "Why?"

Hearing this Wang Mang is also extremely complicated~lightnovelpub.net~ took a deep breath, Wang Mang also muttered to himself with some doubts: "Why?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not born with the young patriarch."

"In any case, I am grateful for your care these days in the Abyss Nine Clans."

Hearing this, Shen Yuanke gave a helpless wry smile, and said to himself: "The Eighth Clan is the latest among the Nine Clans' neutral young patriarchs."

"At the same time, it was also at the bottom of the previous total clan competition."

"At that time, I had imagined that it would be great if our eight clans also had a young patriarch who overwhelmed all the heroes."