Chapter 1962 The Last Dance!

As soon as the words fell, Abyss Temple suddenly felt an overwhelming coercion on his shoulders.

He was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face was also a little dull.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that his face was already profusely sweating.

The discovery made him shudder.

Are you actually scared? !

After he noticed this emotion, his face became ferocious.

The next moment, a dark avenue as deep as an abyss gushed out of his body continuously.

Looking at this scene, both the surrounding elders and the abyss skeletons frowned.

At the same time, Wang Mang, who was opposite the Abyss Temple, also showed a mocking expression.

What a weak darkness this is.

"He is silent, and now everything is under my control!" Abyss Temple's eyes were deep, and the expression on his face suddenly changed, calm and terrifying.

In the deepest part of those eyes that seemed to have no emotional flow, there was an imperceptible madness hidden.

While speaking, all the dark avenues attacked Wang Mang.

A touch of blood appeared from the dark avenue, making the whole look strange and beautiful.

This is not over yet, while manipulating the power of the Dao, a blood sword suddenly appeared in the hands of Abyss Temple.

A few meters away, he swung his blood sword and slashed towards Wang Mang.

The blood-colored sword light is like a blood moon, revealing a scarlet light, which has the potential to infect the Nine Netherworld.

Facing these massive attacks, Wang Mang remained calm as before.

It's just that the face that has always been extremely calm has a little more emotion: "How similar."

Black with red in it, the combination of the power of the two forms is a synonymous color of weirdness and chaos.

The same is true for his own Devouring Dao, no, it should be called Devouring Daoyun now.

"Too weak."

"Let you appreciate what is the real darkness."

"Looking good, Temple."

Wang Mang's voice was extremely calm, but it seemed like an undercurrent was surging.

The moment the voice just fell, the power that had been silent for a long time in Wang Mang's body exploded loudly.

The pitch-black Devouring Dao Yun was like a nuclear bomb erupting, covering a radius of ten miles in an instant.

It seems to be venting the resentment that Wang Mang has not used it since his breakthrough, and there is no substance that can swallow Dao Yun without any harm.

Bursts of blood mist, accompanied by faint wailing sounds, were bred from the Devouring Dao Rhyme.

The eerie and ominous terrifying aura made all creatures in the whole world feel uneasy.

Together with the will of the world that had been dormant for a long time, it was also startled awake at this moment!

Billowing thunder burst out from the clear sky, exuding an aura of destroying the world.

In an instant, Wang Mang suddenly noticed Ba Dao's unscrupulous eyes staring at him.

He is the patriarch of another tribe.

The corners of Wang Mang's mouth raised slightly, he ignored the prying eyes of several people, and said to himself:

"Disorder, weirdness, ominousness, chaos, assimilation, devouring, this is the true meaning of darkness."

Wang Mang stared at the Abyss Temple casually, as if he was telling him his own experience, and seemed to frighten those peeping people!

At this moment, Wang Mang seemed to be turning himself into darkness, bewitching and guiding his devout believers.

At this time, the Abyss Temple no longer had the momentum it had just now, and the whole person trembled faintly.

From Wang Mang's Devouring Dao Rhyme, he vaguely felt a little fur.

But it was the comprehension of this point that almost caused his primordial spirit to be wiped out.

If he hadn't withdrawn his perception in time, then I'm afraid his primordial spirit has been completely corroded by now, and he has thrown himself into the darkness to become one of them.

"Did you fail too?" Abyss Temple murmured in a daze.

He was looking at Wang Mang with awe already.

Ever since he comprehended the dark avenue, he felt that another voice appeared in his mind from time to time.

Whenever I encounter setbacks or my mind is in turmoil, this voice is like a fly chattering in my ears and lingering.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that that 'thing' had disappeared.

He looked up at Wang Mang, then lowered his head again, whispering in a trance:

"This other me lives in my heart. Whenever he wants to rush out and fight everything for me, I always comfort him cowardly."

"Now he's dead, leaving behind a barren grave, but I'm still alive as before."

His somewhat blurred eyes gradually became clear, and his face lost all spirit, leaving only loneliness.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mang frowned immediately.

This guy can't be a glass heart, can he?

I just want to beat and hone his Dao Xin by the way.

Looking at it now, it seems that the blow was a little too much?

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared beside the Abyss Temple.

Wang Mang patted the latter on the shoulder, and said softly, "I still remember how mysterious and energetic you were when I first saw you."

"Why, don't you also start to suspect that you are not the protagonist in the novel?"

As soon as these words came out, Abyss Temple's face that looked like a dry well suddenly regained some color.

"Hehe, so I used to be the proud son of heaven who could compete with you?"

Abyss Temple showed a self-deprecating expression, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

While speaking, he began to smile wryly.

It was a while before his laughter stopped.

Abyss Temple looked at Wang Mang seriously, with complicated eyes:

"You are destined to shine in the world, but I am just a wanderer who stays in place."

"Now I am no longer the Abyss Temple who wants to compete with you, and you are no longer the fledgling Wang Mang."

"That high-spirited young man has long since died... in the shadow of your departure."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and the breath in his body also began to swell.

Until the Dao imprint engraved in his body completely dissipated, his whole body also turned into fly ash and scattered in the distance.

Wang Mang stood there for a long time without saying a word~lightnovelpub.net~ After a long time, he sighed lightly:

"Why are you doing this?"

At this moment, a majestic sword intent suddenly gathered between the heavens and the earth.

Countless kendo phantoms contended, shaking the sky and the earth.

At the same time, Wang Mang also felt that he was locked.

He was puzzled at first, and then his face was moved again.

"The edge of the way of the sword, cutting the way also cuts oneself."

"It's easy to break if you are too strong, but if you are not strong, how can you appreciate the true meaning of swordsmanship."

"Is this your final blow... come on!"

Wang Mang's shout resounded through the heaven and earth, like a dragon and a phoenix singing together!

In an instant, the swords in the entire abyss world began to tremble until they left the master's hands and flew into the sky!

Tens of thousands of sword weapons converged towards that sword intent.

Soon a heavenly sword exuding unparalleled sharpness fell from the sky.

The wisps of breath leaking out from the invisible instantly tore the void apart!

At this moment, it is a seventh-rank high-grade divine sword, and it can only temporarily avoid the edge before this heavenly sword!

(end of this chapter)