The Mightiest Little Peasant

Boom!

There was a continuous roar in the sky, and a mass of golden awns exploded into the air.

Tang Hao waved eight wild halberds and swept the Quartet.

Every halberd split, there were several gold armored fighters exploded, but there were too many things, one group fell, and the next group rushed up, seemingly endless.

"Damn, why are there so many!"

Tang Hao scolded, and then burst into a group, and went towards Wan Qingzi.

Wan Qingzi withdrew and retreated, and the Jin streamers shook, and several golden rushes rushed out inside, turning into a 100-meter-high gold armor, more than three times larger than the previous one.

The breath is several times stronger.

The group of golden armor shouted loudly and threw their fists together.

Tang Hao frowned, only to feel a little tricky.

"Fuck me all!"

He snorted, swept the halberd, and slashed this group of golden armored men, and continued to rush.

"Scary boy, I see when you can last!"

Wan Qingzi grinned, and then urged Jin streamer.

Above the golden streamer, the brilliance soared, and a black beam rose into the sky, turning into a ghost that was hundreds of meters long, with eight arms and a terrible look.

And the breath he has revealed has already reached the level of asking.

"Hahaha! Stinky boy, there are still many such imaginary gods, I see how you block it!"

Wan Qingzi laughed loudly, and summoned a ghost 100 meters high.

The two ghosts left and right surrounded Tang Hao.

"The two gods asked the False God of the rank, plus the Wanwan Qingzi, and the three gods asked..."

Tang Hao looked dignified.

Then he looked at the streamer.

After the second imaginary god came out, there was no more movement in that streamer. By the way, controlling the imaginary god would also cost Dao Yuan, and even god consciousness, and with the power of Wan Qingzi, it would almost control the two.

If only the three statues asked, it would still play!

Tang Hao quickly judged the form, and then halved, killing the imaginary god in front of him.

Boom!

The fierce battle broke out again.

Two ghosts and gods, together with Na Wan Qing Zi, besieged Tang Hao together.

Tang Hao exploded with all his strength. The god bones, natal infants, Jin Ding made every effort. Even the moon-shooting bow was sacrificed by him, and the bow was pulled and the strings were drawn, condensing the spirits of the world, and blasting an arrow.

The power of one arrow directly blasted a ghost to half of his body.

Cleave again and kill completely.

hiss!

Wan Qingzi gasped, revealing horror.

He really didn't expect that this kid was so brave, that the three monks asked for a siege, and they were even killed.

He then urged the god to make a streamer and summoned a ghost.

The fierce battle continued, the glory in mid-air, thunderous sky.

The mountains were shattered and the statues collapsed. The battle shook the mountains.

"He... is he really Tang Ritian?"

In the distance, Elder Duan Jianshan, the disciples all gathered together and watched the battle with shock.

But the disciples couldn't believe it. This master who almost wiped them off the sword mountain and forced them to flee from the clan was the former Tang Ritian.

You know, Tang Ritian is not an older generation figure, not much different from their age.

However, the strength is like the difference between heaven and earth.

Many of them are still building the foundation, and the highest is Jindan, but Tang Ritian is already full of babies, and the fighting power can match the asking.

"Is this... really still human!"

Many disciples laughed bitterly, and their hearts were extremely depressed.

Those who can enter Duanjian Mountain are all talented, some are even geniuses from other populations, but compared with this Tang Ritian, they are nothing.

Compared with a group of disciples, the elders' mood is more complicated.

Boom!

Another mountain crumbled.

Tang Hao flew out with a punch from a ghost and god, and hit the mountain.

"Oh shit!"

He scolded, his figure flashed, and fell to the side of a giant Buddha statue.

Under the control of Wan Qingzi, the ghost and hiss roared, rushed, and punched hard.

Tang Hao stomped his feet and avoided him.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, the head of the giant Buddha exploded, and the debris rose.

Then, the ghost and god punched, and Tang Hao kept dodge, and they all smashed the giant Buddha.

The giant Buddha keeps shattering and collapsing...

Suddenly, among the gravel in the sky, there was a golden flash.

"That is……"

Yu Guang in the corner of Tang Hao's eyes glanced at the golden awn.

At this time, Nai Qingzi also saw it, his face changed, his breath suddenly rushed, his figure moved, and he immediately rushed towards the golden awn.

Tang Hao also rushed away. He got closer and grabbed the first thing. He picked it up and looked at it, but it was a copy of the book. It was written in the three characters of the God Sutra.

Tang Hao Deng immediately understood that this was the scripture Wan Wanzi had been searching for, and it was also the inheritance of this god's hypocrisy.

"Scary boy, hand over the scriptures!"

Wan Qingzi shouted loudly, and a sword came.

At the same time, the two ghosts and gods rushed down and came together.

"Old guy, you have a dream! I will accept this script!" Tang Hao swiftly collected the exercises, and then exploded in full force.

clang!

The sword halberds intersect, making a loud noise.

Wan Qingzi grunted, his face pale.

One-on-one, he is not the kid's opponent.

"Old guy, I'll keep your life first, and I'll see you next time!"

Tang Hao withdrew and retreated, rushing towards the wind.

He wins one-on-one, but the old guy has a perverted streamer, and there is a steady flow of false gods in it.

Anyway, "Shenxu Jing" has been completed, he made a profit this time.

"Scary boy, don't go! Leave me the scriptures!"

Wan Qingzi exploded in a hurry, chasing crazy.

That's "Shen Xu Jing", one of the famous ancient antiquities.

Although he got the god's virtual streamer, he could not learn the method of refining the virtual god without the scriptures, and the streamer in this stream is not his own virtual god after all, and it is very soul-consuming to control.

But when he could catch up, Tang Haoyu stepped forward, disappeared, and rushed into the wind.

After breaking out of the wind, he flew all the way to the southeast, and one day later, he returned to the south.

Instead of returning to Ritiangu, he found a barren mountain and fell.

Sitting down to rest, he took out the exercise.

""Shen Xu Jing"?"

Tang Hao recalled that he had never heard of this name before, nor did he have it on the roster of Taixu Realm.

"It seems to be created by future generations!"

Tang Hao murmured.

The exercises in the Taixu Realm are quite old. Those top-level ones, such as the Nirvana and Tongtian Jing, are naturally powerful, but many powerful exercises were also born in later generations.

Like the "Nine Xiao Lei Jing", it was also born in later generations, and it also belongs to no superior exercises.

This "Shen Xu Jing" should also be the same as "Jiu Xiao Lei Jing".

Tang Hao opened it up a little deeper, and studied it carefully.