Chapter 1989: The Limit of the Physical Body, the Power of the Ancient Gods.

Compared to the smiles of the 16 clan leaders, Wang Mang's face was extremely ugly.

This area has been blocked.

The space available for Wang Mang to pull is very limited.

Some of Wang Mang, who did not believe in evil, also used the Dao Yun bombardment to try to break the surrounding barrier.

But his attack fell, and the bloody barrier did not react at all, without a ripple.

The people on the opposite side did not give him too much breathing opportunity, and they came over aggressively.

Wang Mang's eyes were full of gloom.

The current situation is not good, unless Wu Ya can come to support.

There is no way, just bite the bullet!

In an instant, Wang Mang's body was full of the supreme Dao Yun, waving the slaughter halberd with both hands, and his face was extremely ferocious.

The clan leader closest to Wang Mang was naturally taken care of.

After splitting him with a halberd, Wang Mang's eyes flashed scarlet, and another halberd swept across to cut him in half!

In just such a moment, more than five clan leaders attacked Wang Mang together.

As a last resort, Wang Mang could only give up and quickly use his super speed to avoid it.

But in such a short moment, nearly ten blood-colored Dao rhymes came towards him.

And the distance was already very close.

Wang Mang, who had no way to avoid it, shrank his pupils suddenly, and the Devouring Dao rhyme was like lacquer and ink, and it burst out instantly.

Boom... sizzle!

The deafening sonic boom sounded for a moment and disappeared.

Wang Mang, whose body was hit by dozens of impacts, suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

Devouring Dao rhyme has already consumed these blood-colored Dao rhymes to the maximum extent.

But the incidental impact force also made Wang Mang very uncomfortable.

At this time, there were still countless blood-colored Dao rhymes surging around us, Wang Mang.

Even if the Devouring Dao rhyme was absorbed to the maximum extent, it was still unable to digest such a huge force for a while.

Suddenly, several more attacks came.

As the power around Wang Mang became more and more dense, the Devouring Dao rhyme began to be somewhat unbearable.

It was faintly consumed a lot.

In desperation, he could only use the Dao rhyme of time to resist these forces.

As the huge amount of power in his body was consumed, Wang Mang's body temperature began to soar rapidly.

If it weren't for the fact that the Refining God Tyrant Body had been raised to a higher level, his body would probably have been shattered.

Wang Mang also understood the situation in his body, and he had to fight quickly!

The next moment, the Dao rhyme around him burst out violently, and while repelling the blood-colored Dao rhyme a little, the whole person turned into a residual image and killed a clan leader.

The slaughter halberd with the might of the gods slashed at the man with a swish.

Bang!

The heavy sound reappeared, and the blood-colored Dao rhyme around the clan leader was only slightly wiped out.

Such a result made Wang Mang grit his teeth.

In a breath, Wang Mang disappeared again.

As expected, the next moment, countless bombardments attacked the place where he was originally.

As the temperature in his body still reached an extremely high range, Wang Mang felt a little hot.

While breathing heavily, he was constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

Countless ideas flashed through his mind, but he gave up because of the opponent's strong defense of the blood-colored Dao rhyme.

If it really comes to that, he can only use the power of the ancient gods.

But even if he uses it, can he kill the 16 people in front?

The power of the ancient gods is linked to the power of the soul and the strength of his own body.

Although his realm has improved a lot during this period of time.

But the physical realm has not!

The power that can be exploded is at most more, just like the previous battle between the emperors in the star field.

Not to mention that after using it, his body, which is almost at its limit, is unknown to what extent it will be broken.

Without waiting for Wang Mang to think more, the 16 clan leaders surrounded him at the same time.

Now it can be said that Wang Mang has no room to pull.

Looking at the 16 people at this time, each of them has a shrinking breath and a very pale face.

It is even worse than those corpses.

Under such circumstances, they did not hesitate at all and attacked with thunder, trying to kill Wang Mang as quickly as possible.

16 blood-colored Dao rhymes were like the sickle of the god of death, waving towards Wang Mang.

Even if burning more blood and qi would shorten their own lifespan.

They also wanted to kill Wang Mang.

Countless blood rays painted the starry sky and destroyed everything.

The crisis of death kept ringing alarm bells in Wang Mang's heart.

At the critical moment, a wild and extremely wild aura, like the reappearance of the ancient continent, swept away the countless blood rays around Wang Mang.

The dark golden mediation stirred the void, and even had the potential to shake the nothingness.

The boundless Xuanhuang turbid air broke the encirclement formation of the 16 clan leaders.

A diamond-shaped mark also appeared faintly on Wang Mang's forehead.

The breath of the gods of the universe, like a surging river, spread to the countless galaxies around.

The terrifying pressure made the creatures that felt this breath tremble.

At this moment, Wang Mang was surrounded by golden light, and a faint breath of palpitation was revealed.

As his eyes slowly opened, a divine light of heaven flashed out from them.

The horrifying pressure was raised to the extreme.

A gravity field was directly formed around him.

Feeling the tremendous power in his body, Wang Mang, with an expressionless face, punched the largest group.

It was just a punch, and the fierce fist wind seemed to set off a tidal storm in the universe.

The power of the true god is lingering!

The several clan leaders attacked by this force suddenly spit out blood, and the blood-colored Dao rhyme around them dissipated a lot.

Seeing that his attack was actually effective, Wang Mang's eyes flashed and he began to punch with all his strength.

The punches like a rainstorm of pear blossoms turned into afterimages.

Explosions of varying degrees suddenly evolved in the starry sky.

Tens of thousands of attacks mercilessly wiped out the void.

Even the void was shattered in a corner.

As Wang Mang's thousands of punches fell, the surrounding blood-colored barrier finally couldn't bear it and turned into scattered stars.

As for those clan leaders, some were beaten and disappeared into the void, and some were nowhere to be found.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mang also sighed: "My brother Mang is strong."

"How dare a group of rabble compete with the bright moon?"

Just as he was pretending to be powerful, the abnormality in his body interrupted him directly.

Looking at the source of the abnormality again, his arm was already bloody.

Although a punch just now could cause great power, the fist as the medium of all this could not bear it and began to collapse.

It's okay now, only the blurry flesh and blood are exposed.

With this thought, Wang Mang stopped pretending and started killing.

He punched all the clan leaders he met.

Today is different from the past. Now, a casual punch from him will make a clan leader bleed in the sky.

In a short while, ten clan leaders have fallen in his fist.