I Swear I Don’t Have A Python In My Pool

This resilience is completely sufficient to make up for the shortcomings of my physical body.

"Speaking of which, where are the patriarchs over there?"

Wang Mang suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Wu Ya's situation since the battle here ended.

Wuya smiled lightly and said casually:

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

Hearing this, Wang Mang was shocked.

Has it all been absorbed?

What a cannibalistic world indeed.

After calming down, Wang Mang said with a blank expression:

"Go straight to the next place."

Hearing the words, Wu Ya nodded, and an invisible ripple emerged from his body.

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

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

This invisible force can actually break open nothingness.

It is absolutely impossible to be the power within the framework of the second ring universe.

"Pseudo eighth order? What kind of existence is it?"

Wang Mang murmured suspiciously.

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

At this moment, a sound transmission resounded in his mind.

"Pseudo-eighth order is not a mysterious existence."

"There are countless things known in the second ring universe."

"To be more specific, it surpassed the seventh level, but did not reach the eighth level."

"The second-ring universe does not accept it, and the existence of the eighth order is not recognized, so it is in an awkward position."

This is the voice of no end.

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

"Above the Eternal Realm, must there be only the false eighth-order path?"

After a while, Wuya's voice sounded again.

"There is no way to go above the eternal realm."

"That's why the predecessors would find another way and explore the thorny way of the pseudo-eighth level."

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

That's it, no wonder there is an extra dummy word in front of it.

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

Wang Mang, who knew the general situation, suddenly felt a little confused.

Is there no road 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.

If it reaches the Eternal Realm and is complete, then it will only be a competition whose strength is stronger.

This is difficult.

After all, one's own strength should be in the category of perfect eternal realm now.

Counting a series of hole cards such as the power of the ancient gods, the combat power may be higher, but it is still in the perfect category of the eternal realm.

Then as I improve my realm next, can my strength be promoted to the next level?

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

Various questions appeared in Wang Mang's mind.

"System, next I will improve my realm, can my combat power surpass the scope of the eternal realm?"

Wang Mang muttered in his heart.

【Ding! Answer to the host: Insufficient authority, unable to inform. 】

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

Grandma, the dog system used this excuse to prevaricate him too much.

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

That's right, if you really get to that point, you still have a system.

Ordinary people can't break through the limit of the eternal realm in a lifetime, but I am different.

We all know that there are two kinds of people in this world, those who are systematic and those who are not.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became indifferent.

At this moment, Wuya's voice sounded again.

"But you don't have to worry, kid. It probably won't be too difficult to become an eighth-order with your aptitude."

"Don't forget me then."

Hearing this, Wang Mang was stunned, with question marks written all over his face.

What the hell?

"What's the meaning?"

The endless voice sounded again.

"Ordinary people can't master so many supreme powers at the same time."

"Do you think you're normal?"

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

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

...

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

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

Then he turned his head and said to Wu Ya who was beside him:

"small world?"

Seeing 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 false eighth order."

Wang Mang looked around again and released his perception at the same time.

Still, there's nothing out of the ordinary.

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

At this moment, a gap in space suddenly appeared.

A faint light flickered, and a blue phantom figure appeared.

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

Trembling.

"Why did you find it here?"

"Impossible, I have already covered up everything!"

A dangerous smile appeared on Wu Ya's face.

"Hehe, look what this is?"

While speaking, a few weak bloody auras suddenly gushed out from his palm.

"It was my own stupidity that was tricked by you back then, but I have found your birthplace today, so I have no one to blame."

Hearing this, the azure human figure suddenly panicked.

Hastily opened the mouth and said:

"Fellow Daoist, what happened back then was my fault, and I am willing to make up for it."

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

Wang Mang, who was on the side, was also confused when he heard their conversation.

At this moment, Wu Ya grinned, and stretched out his hand fiercely to grab the phantom.

"You are the best compensation."

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

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

"Fellow daoist, everything is negotiable, and if you keep me alive, the main body will definitely give you a bargaining chip that satisfies you."

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

The look is not so crazy.

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

"You'd better get in touch with him quickly, or I won't guarantee what's going to happen next."

How could that phantom dare to say no, and said again and again: "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?"

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

Compared with his own, it is a little bit stronger.

After hearing Wang Mang's words, Wu Ya also said with a smirk:

"Almost forgot about you kid."

"I remember you also master the time rhyme?"

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

"Hey, then this first time lock will be easy to handle."