The Mightiest Little Peasant

Poof!

After the sword light crossed, an ancient clan Tianjun was split in half, and then struck by sword qi into powder, destroying both form and spirit.

The person who shot was an elder Qi Tianyuan. Tang Hao recognized him and was one of the elders who presided over the trial with Elder Wang Yun.

He must have his hair spread, his expression is crazy, and his fighting intentions are violent, and the imperial servant is killing the Quartet with an ancient sword.

But he was also bathed in blood, and a treasure was already worn out.

He beheaded one, and another three or four rushed, endlessly.

Finally, he was also spitting blood and falling down.

He was not the first nor the last one. Elder Qi Tianyuan on the square fell down one after another, tragic and tragic.

Many people struggled to get up, swallowed a pill, and continued to fight.

As more and more enemies began, they began to shrink and surrounded Tang Hao in the middle.

"Good boy, don't be afraid! You can hold it for the teacher!"

"Good boy, we must help you get your bones back!"

The masters were already seriously wounded and crumbling.

But they gritted their teeth and braced themselves, and there was still a terrifying war in their bodies.

"Humph! Want to get back the keel? Old man, do you have a dream!"

Tianjun of the Yuchi clan sneered.

Under his leadership, the Yuchi Tianjun constantly launched a charge.

"Boom!"

A few masters supported it for a moment, and the injury became heavier. Several people even bleed blood and fell down.

"Master!"

Tang Hao's eyes were red for a moment, he roared, and rushed past crazy, picked them up, tremblingly took out the medicine bottle, poured out the Elixir, and stuffed them into their mouths.

"Cough! Master is okay...really, good! Help me get up, I can fight again!"

"It's okay, no need! These Dans...you keep..."

They struggled hard to get up, but they clearly reached the limit, stumbled a few steps, and fell down again, their faces ashes, as if the lamp was dry.

"Master..."

Tang Hao clenched his fists, and his heart was sad and angry.

At the same time, there was a deep sense of powerlessness that came up.

The opponent is too strong, so many saints, Tianjun, and he is nothing more than a cut.

For the first time, he felt such powerlessness.

He looked around, a terrible scene, the people in their Qitianyuan, are constantly falling, and above the sky, the battle between the saints is not optimistic.

puff!

Another master fell down, his abdomen was pierced by sword light, and blood was surging.

"Not off yet! Hand over the kid!"

The Wei Chi Tianjun shouted loudly.

"Your Qitianyuan is already in great trouble, and you have to surrender quickly!"

The rest of the ancient tribes, Xianmen, and even the God of War Mountain, the elders of Hunyuan Daochang cheered.

"Master!"

Tang Hao rushed over and mixed Master.

"It's okay! I can't die yet!"

The master waved his hand and smiled at Tang Hao.

Looking at his weak look, Tang Hao twitched fiercely with one heart. He clenched his fists tightly, and there was endless anger, resentment in his heart.

He trembled slightly, his expression gradually becoming a little crazy.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, a glint in his palm, and more things.

It was a scroll, old and mottled.

When those Tianjun's eyes fell on this scroll, they all froze. At the next moment, their eyes were red and their breathing became rapid.

The movement in their hands also stopped.

Feeling this anomaly, the rest of Tianjun's eyes were frozen.

On the square in front of the temple, it was quiet, everyone stopped and stared at the scroll, looking greedy and crazy.

That is one of their goals, a divine decree, supreme god!

"Boy, give me the purpose of the law!"

"give me!"

They reached out one after another and sang to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao grabbed the scroll and raised his head, revealing a fierce face, saying one word after another: "You...all are going to die!"

The Tianjun stunned, and then laughed.

"Stinky boy, what kind of thing are you! Don't think you are a demon, genius, you are amazing. There are too many geniuses dead in this world, as long as they can't grow up, genius is a fart!"

"Just like you kid, and want to kill me? Haha! In a few decades, you may have a chance! Unfortunately, you can't wait for that day!"

The celestial kings sneered in disdain.

Geniuses who haven't grown up are not even farts in their eyes.

Now, the Qitianyuan is about to fall, and this kid is destined not to survive. They have nothing to fear.

"Stinky boy, you are all dead, and your mouth is tough! Tried in Qingdi Mountain, you blood washed my Mount of War, and in the world where the spirits came down, you made me lose face again... These accounts, today I will Well count with you!"

Shouted an elder God of War.

He is tall and radiant, with a deep and terrifying momentum.

Tang Hao grabbed the scroll and stood up slowly, standing upright and standing like a sword, standing there, with a striking sharp edge shining from his body.

His shirt began to roll, and his black hair danced wildly.

"What does this kid want to do?"

Everyone was a little puzzled.

"Shouldn't you want to use it?"

"Cut! How is it possible! That's the spirit of the gods, based on the cultivation practice of other areas, how can it be urged, even if it is really urged, his little life is gone."

Zhongtianjun shook his head and sneered.

That's the treasure of the gods, what a powerful treasure, if you want to urge it, you need a strong cultivation base, but the cultivation base is not enough. If you force it, you must be drained by this treasure and die.

"Good boy, what do you want to do? Let go!"

"No!"

Master Wang Liang's face changed a lot and they screamed.

"Masters, during this time, I have been under your care! I will always remember your kindness!"

Tang Hao looked around and scanned a master, his voice a little choked.

But when he withdrew his gaze, he changed back to that cold look.

His eyes were extremely firm, with a resolute and determined look.

He took out the knife and stroked it across his chest. The wound that had just healed broke open again, and blood sprang out.

After losing Ying Long's keel, the golden color in his blood faded a little bit, and became paler, with a hint of blood.

The blood rushed out to the scroll.

After absorbing the blood, the scroll gradually blossomed.

At the same time, part of the blood surged upwards, spreading over the top of Tang Hao's head, gradually condensing into a mysterious ancient seal and quirky figures.

These ancient seals and figures gradually pieced together into a set of pictures.

Those Sifangs of the Quartet were all stunned, but they did not expect that this kid really dared to do so.

"He's crazy!"

"This kid is committing suicide!"

They could not help but exclaim.

Based on this boy's cultivation behavior, even if he burned his own body's blood, it would be impossible to launch that decree. This is to send him to death in vain. It is simply foolish.

"Alright! When the kid dies, we will grab the treasure!"

They sneered, they all began to prepare, and waited for the boy to die, they shot at the treasure.

Blood continually poured out, and Tang Hao's figure gradually became thinner and his breath became weaker...

That scroll, the brilliance became brighter and brighter, and gradually there was an ancient, deep breath that permeated, and the array of pictures began to shine.