After hearing the conditions proposed by the world's will, Wang Mang said dissatisfiedly:

"I didn't ask for your help if I kill the Lord of the World!"

"And only one-quarter of the origin of the world is needed to maintain the operation of the world!"

The next moment, the world will slowly say:

"Haha, the Lord of the World is not dead yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in the ruined world palace, a rapidly rising aura appeared in Wang Mang's perception.

In an instant, waves of turbulent road waves came from it.

Seeing this, Wang Mang was a little disbelief and muttered to himself:

"Damn, this is not dead?"

As a result, a tide of the lord of the turbulent world slowly appeared in front of Wang Mang.

At this time, the Lord of the World was covered in blood and covered in countless scars.

The evaporated right arm and the incomplete Divine Shadow Spear all illustrate his state at this time.

If the origin of the world hadn't been constantly maintaining his life, he would have died long ago.

Looking at Wang Mang with a surprised look on his face, the Lord of the World gritted his teeth and said:

"Very good, it seems that we will never stop today."

"I originally wanted you to live two more days!"

"The Territory of the World!"

As soon as the words were finished, the realm of the world's origins wrapped the two again.

At the same time, the Lord of the World is still the same as before.

However, six of the seven light groups behind him were slowly engraved on his Taoist robe.

For a moment, the aura of the Lord of the World began to surge wildly.

At the same time, a vast and boundless wave of the Vientiane Avenue began to condense continuously.
Chapter completed!