The Mightiest Little Peasant

Boom boom boom!

With that palm strike, a piece of palace, an island, exploded and turned into pieces.

The Golden Immortals were all suffering terribly.

They opened their shields and used all their might, but they were so powerless and weak in the face of this shocking palm strike.

They could only watch as the giant palm fell, bursting their shields layer by layer, as if destroying them.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with extreme shock and horror.

Then, their bodies exploded and splattered with blood.

"Heavens!"

Old Daoist Extreme Heaven looked up at the scene in front of him, completely dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe his own eyes. This guy didn't even use his Immortal Spiritual Body, just a palm condensed by magic, how could it be so terrifying?

With one slap, it suppressed more than twenty Golden Immortals!

This, simply unthinkable!

When the palm fell, he reacted as if it were near, and hurriedly offered his shield, then whipped out several treasures to resist.

However, it was all in vain.

The palm held an unstoppable power and slammed down.

Slap!

There was just a soft bang.

All of his shields exploded, and then his flesh.

He was like a mosquito, easily swatted and burst.

Then, the islands beneath his feet all exploded.

Under this palm strike, the whole island turned into fine powder.

When he re-condensed his flesh, he looked around, and his eyes were filled with a trance.

The Extreme Heaven Island, which he had managed with great pains for thousands of years, was gone!

His mouth opened, and he felt a bitterness in his throat, and a great sense of sorrow and remorse surged up to his heart.

How could he have ever imagined that just a careless decision had created such tragic consequences?

Today, not only would the Extreme Heaven Island be lost, but he himself would also be in danger.

Tens of thousands of years of painstaking cultivation, today will be destroyed.

"Fellow Daoist, I ......"

When he saw the slowly falling figure, he opened his mouth again, wanting to beg for mercy, but he couldn't. He knew very well that it would be futile to beg for mercy at this moment.

He knew very well that it would be futile to beg for mercy.

How could this person's heart let him go!

In the lower realm, this person was still a Saint, but he dared to slaughter the Immortals, how bold and cruel he was!

Tang Hao looked at him coldly, his eyes indifferent, without a trace of mercy.

With a light lift of his hand, there was a flash of blue mane.

The head was thrown up.

He grabbed the head, threw it into the hearth, and then took the body away.

"Now, it's your turn!"

He turned to the rest of the Golden Immortals and said.

A quarter of an hour later, he waved his hand and withdrew the four directions of the formation.

The Golden Immortals had all been put into the furnace by him.

It only took a while to refine them, and then they would be completely refined to death.

"Quite a few treasures!"

After taking out the collection of these old monsters and scanning through it, he nodded slightly, very satisfied.

This wave, the harvest was again not small.

"Time to go!"

He muttered, collected his breath, and turned around.

"Fellow Daoist, back so soon?"

In the Immortal City near the Immortal Court, Tang Hao met the True Immortal of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect again.

"Just kill a few people, very quickly!"

Tang Hao smiled faintly.

The True Immortal's face stiffened, and then, laughed bitterly.

I'm afraid that only this one dared to say such a thing!

"Fellow Daoist, it's up to you to stay in this cave for the next few days! Once you descend to the realm, Senior Messenger will inform you." He took out a token, and after pushing it, unfolded a void passage.

"Good!"

Tang Hao echoed.

With the current frequency of ascension, he didn't think he would have to wait too long, and it was just as well that he had to take some time to refine the group of Golden Immortals.

The cave was a small world, so he found a place and sat down.

I don't know how many days passed, but suddenly, a voice came from the void.

"Fellow Daoist, it's time to go!"

It's the voice of the fairy catcher.

Tang Hao opened his eyes, and his eyes looked happy.

It seemed that he had reached the lower realm.

He took out his golden doula and put it on, and swiftly swept out through the passage.

When he looked around, there was a profound starry sky in all directions, and next to it was an immortal door that had been pushed open.

He just took a glance, did not stop, and swept out directly.

Only after more than half an hour did he stop.

Putting away his golden douluo, he then restrained his breath.

"First, let's find out which immortal domain this is ......"

He muttered, and began to sense the scent of his parting body.

Previously, in order to promote the Spiritual Void Realm, he had sent his body and soul to every Immortal Domain.

"The Heavenly Wasteland Immortal Domain?!"

Soon, he contacted a bilocation and learned about the situation in this domain, where the largest Heavenly Wasteland Immortal Domain, the Heavenly Wasteland Hall, and Xuanyuan were located.

At the same time, he also learned about the development of the Spiritual Void Realm over the years.

Nowadays, the Spiritual Void Realm has spread to the entire starry sky, almost all the people from the Immortal Realm can go to the Spiritual Void Realm, and the name of the Spiritual Void Sage has already spread to the entire starry sky.

He was not surprised by this.

By the time he left, the Spiritual Void Realm had already spread widely, and he left behind many parts, souls, and even his own second part, with them, the Spiritual Void Realm naturally developed well.

"It's too far away, I'd better contact the fragrance billet first."

He wrinkled and said to himself.

The Heavenly Wasteland was the central Immortal Domain, while the Da Luo Immortal Domain was the edge Immortal Domain, it used to take him more than half a year to cross the two Immortal Domains, now his cultivation was improved, but it would also take a lot of time.

The incense fire parting body had the Holy Ancestor Decree, which could tear apart the void as long as it was urged.

Not long after, at one point in the starry sky, a figure that was swiftly sweeping over a certain star came to a violent stop.

"Is this ......?"

He looked puzzled.

At this moment, a message came to him in his mind.

"The original body is back!"

The next moment, he shouted with joy.

He immediately raised his hand, and a token flew out.

Immediately after, a passage opened, and a white-clothed figure shuttled out.

"Fellow Daoist, you're back!"

The fragrant fire parting exclaimed.

Tang Hao didn't ask too many questions. At the moment he shuttled over, he had learned all the things that had happened over the years through his contact with the bilocation.

Just as he expected, it was indeed the Nine Colored God Clan.

About four years ago, the Nine Colored Clan made a comeback, and it was far stronger than before, with the appearance of many True Immortals, apparently because of the many tricks used by Uncle Long to completely destroy Pangu.

The good thing was that there were many True Immortals in the Holy Land, and they stopped it.

But after that, every once in a while, the Nine Colored Race would launch a wave of offensive, and it became more and more ferocious, and each time its strength rose sharply.

At first, the Holy Land was able to deal with them and drive them back, but now, they could only defend themselves, and it was getting harder and harder.

The passageway on the battlefield was destroyed a long time ago, and now the Holy Temple has only a small piece of territory left on the battlefield, including the Holy City, and the situation is worrisome.