"With such power, even a quasi-eighth-level peerless expert can't do that, right?"

The reason why I say this is because Wang Mang has experienced the power of a strike from a quasi-eighth level strongman in the abyss world.

The next moment, the voice of the blood coffin sounded in his mind:

"How about it? I was very shocked when I first saw it."

"Tell me whose hand that hand belongs to?"

Hearing this, Wang Mang asked with some confusion:

"How did you capture these images?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Coffin immediately replied:

"I can absorb the unknown charm left on the corpse of the inheritor of the ancient gods."

"These pictures are the ones that swallow up the Taoist rhyme."

After hearing Blood Coffin's explanation, Wang Mang said slowly:

"Okay, but that hand really surprised me."

"Could that be the hand of the ancient god?"

Hearing this, Xue Coffin replied with some uncertainty:

"I don't know about that."

"Stop talking, I need to fall asleep again."

As soon as the voice fell, it suddenly became silent.

…

At this time, in some unknown space.

Six vague figures gathered together and discussed something:

"You have all sensed it, right? Someone in the second-ring universe has spied on our actions."

"Yes, normally speaking, it is impossible for anyone in the second-ring universe to be able to deduce our information."

"Maybe it's those guys?"

"Hmph, they really think that they can come to us and be equal to us by walking on the Tongtian Road."

"Haha, that's just what we created."
Chapter completed!