Chapter 1991 Mysterious Little World.

Chapter 1991 The mysterious little world.

This resilience is completely enough to make up for the shortcomings of his physical body.

"Speaking of which, where are the clan leaders over there?"

Wang Mang suddenly remembered that he had not seen the situation on Wuya's side since the battle here ended.

Wuya smiled lightly and said casually:

"This body has been withered for too long and needs fresh blood."

Wang Mang was shocked when he heard this.

Have they all been absorbed?

It’s really a cannibalistic world.

After calming down, Wang Mang said expressionlessly:

"Just go to the next place."

Hearing this, Wu Ya nodded, and an invisible ripple rippled out from his body.

In an instant, Wang Mang's vision blurred, and his whole person was already wrapped in invisible force and walking through nothingness.

Once again in the void, Wang Mang still felt strange.

This invisible force can actually break through the void.

It absolutely cannot be a power within the framework of the second-ringed universe.

"Pseudo-eighth level? What kind of existence is it?"

Wang Mang murmured with a puzzled look on his face.

Although he knew that such a type existed, he didn't understand the specific situation at all.

At this moment, a message suddenly sounded in his mind.

"The pseudo-eighth level is not a mysterious existence."

"There are countless people who know about it in the Second Ring Universe."

"To put it more specifically, it has surpassed the seventh level, but has not reached the eighth level."

"The second-ring universe does not tolerate it, and the existence of the eighth level does not recognize it. It is in a rather embarrassing position."

This is the sound of boundlessness.

Wang Mang was stunned for a moment and then said thoughtfully:

"Beyond the eternal realm, must the only path to the pseudo-eighth level be taken?"

After a while, Wuya's voice sounded again.

"There is no way beyond eternity."

"That's why the predecessors found another way and explored the thorny path of the pseudo-eighth level."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Mang suddenly understood.

That's it. No wonder there is an extra pseudo word in front of it.

This is not only a lack of recognition of strength, but also a lack of recognition of identity.

After understanding the general situation, Wang Mang suddenly felt a little confused.

Is there actually no way above the eternal realm?

I thought it was a necessary stage above the pseudo-eighth level.

That doesn't seem to be the case at all now.

If you reach the perfection of the eternal realm, then you can only compete to see who is stronger.

This is difficult to do.

After all, his strength should now be in the realm of perfection in the eternal realm.

Counting a series of trump cards such as the power of the ancient gods, the combat power may be higher, but it still has the perfect scope of the eternal realm.

Then as my realm improves, can my strength be raised to the next level?

Or, can I have the power of the pseudo-eighth level in the ninth eternal realm?

All kinds of questions appeared in Wang Mang's mind.

"System, if my realm improves next, can my combat power surpass the realm of eternity?"

Wang Mang thought silently in his heart.

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Upon hearing this familiar answer, the corners of Wang Mang's mouth twitched slightly.

Grandma, the dog system used this excuse to frustrate him again.

Although the system did not give a clear answer, Wang Mang felt inexplicably relaxed.

Also, if it really gets to that point, I still have a system.

Ordinary people cannot break through the limit of eternity in their lifetime, but they are different.

As we all know, there are two types of people in this world, those who are systematic and those who are unsystematic.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became indifferent.

At this moment, Wuya's voice sounded again.

"But don't worry, kid. With your qualifications, it won't be too difficult to become the eighth level."

"Don't forget me then."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang was immediately stunned, with a big question mark written on his face.

What the hell?

"What's the meaning?"

Wuya's voice sounded again.

"Ordinary people cannot master so much supreme power at the same time."

"Do you think you're average?"

Looking at Wang Mang who was still confused, Wu Ya on the other side secretly said in his heart: Your road seems to have been paved.

Obviously, he already had speculation in his mind about the black mist that appeared before.

…

After an unknown amount of time, the two of them landed in a small world again.

Wang Mang, who was standing in mid-air, frowned immediately after releasing his senses.

Then he turned to Wu Ya beside him and said:

"small world?"

Looking at Wang Mang's expression, Wu Ya smiled slightly and said slowly:

"This world is not as simple as you think."

"This is the birthplace of a pseudo-eighth-level person."

Wang Mang looked around again and released his perception.

Still, nothing surprising.

In this extremely weak world, not even an Eternal Realm was born.

At this moment, a gap in space suddenly appeared.

The light flickered, and a blue human-shaped shadow appeared.

The moment this phantom saw Wuya, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning.

Trembling.

"Why did you find this place?"

"It's impossible that I've obviously covered up everything!"

A dangerous smile appeared on Wuya's face.

"Haha, look what this is?"

As he spoke, several weak streams of blood evil energy suddenly surged out of his palms.

"I was stupid enough to be tricked by you. Now that I have found your birthplace, I can't blame anyone."

Hearing this, the blue humanoid phantom panicked.

He quickly said:

"I was wrong about what happened to you, and I am willing to make up for it."

"Although I sealed you, I didn't cut off your path. What do you think?"

Wang Mang, who was standing aside, was also confused by their conversation.

At this moment, Wu Ya grinned and suddenly reached out to grab the phantom.

"You are the best compensation."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched his palm fiercely, and the greed in his eyes was undisguised.

As the invisible force wrapped it, the phantom became anxious and exclaimed:

"Fellow Daoist, everything can be discussed. If you spare my life, my body will definitely give you a satisfactory bargaining chip."

Hearing this, the greed in Wu Ya's eyes disappeared a little.

His expression was no longer so crazy.

Staring coldly at the phantom in his hand, Wu Ya whispered murderously:

"You'd better contact him quickly, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen next."

How could the phantom dare to say no, and repeatedly said: "Don't worry, don't worry..."

At this time, Wang Mang also came to Wu Ya's side.

Looking at the phantom in his hand, the latter asked curiously: "What is this thing."

From this phantom, Wang Mang sensed a very strong breath of time.

It was a little stronger than his own.

After hearing Wang Mang's words, Wu Ya also smiled evilly and said:

"I almost forgot about you."

"I remember you also master the time rhyme, right?"

Wang Mang nodded, did not speak, and looked at Wu Ya in confusion.

"Hehe, then this first time lock is easy to deal with."