The Mightiest Little Peasant

The wasteland, under an old tree, sits alone.

He wore a tattered sackcloth, no trimming, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

He looked up at the sky with a thoughtful look on his face, "Being detached... how to be detached?"

For a long time, he said to himself again: "Is detachment the only way?"

For other practitioners, they may need to be detached, conform to the Tao of Heaven, and become part of the Tao of Heaven, but he is different.

If he wants, he can abandon the natal path now and become detached, but he still wants to continue to repair the natal path.

"Fate..."

He sat there, lost in thought.

When he was thirsty, he went to the nearby stream to drink some water. When he was hungry, he went to play some wild beasts. Day after day, he sat under the old tree and realized the Tao.

In a flash, it was another year.

It is the seventh year since he began to vanish.

His figure is getting thinner and thinner, but in his eyes, there is a breath of amazing energy, which is getting stronger and stronger.

"Ben...Ben Me..."

"I am the sky, why should I succumb to this sky, I not only want to jump out of the world, but also jump out of this sky, this is the real detachment!"

Tang Hao Got It!

He finally realized that the true meaning of the life was.

At this moment of his epiphany, in his body, in the broken fairy palace, a faint light flashed, like a candlelight light, and it could not be swayed.

This light is so weak, it seems to blow out gently.

Tang Haopan sat under the tree and closed his eyes.

He settled in, just like a stone carving, left untouched by the wind and rain.

Suddenly another year.

On the other side of the wasteland, a figure appeared, an old man in black robe. He looked over and looked at the tree and the figure under the tree, showing a bit of sadness.

Eight years!

For Huafan, this is not a long time, many people are a few decades, nearly a hundred years.

However, today's situation is a bit unpleasant. Recently, many people have appeared in the four sides of the Qingping Star. He has killed them as much as possible, but this is not a long-term plan.

All come now are immortals, but what if a ancestor comes?

Not to mention the holy ancestor, even if there are more ancestors, he can't stop it.

"I can only hope that the Lord will realize the epiphany as soon as possible and Huafan succeeds!"

Standing still, he sighed softly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Time passed day by day, outside the Qingping star, people appeared from time to time, not only the immortals, but also the beheading. Once they came in, they came and went, and disappeared on the star.

At first, this was fine, but gradually, as more and more people disappeared here, it attracted the attention of many people and sent more people.

On this day, in the starry sky outside the Qingping star, the void rippled, revealing a gap.

A figure stepped out of it and came here.

He was shrouded in golden light all over his body, and the glare of the glory was like a round of small sun traversing the starry sky.

He could not see his face at all. On him, there was a vast immortal power.

"Qingping Star!"

He murmured, and two beams of golden light shone out, protruding toward the star in front.

At this moment, on the Qingping Star, all the cultivators felt this coercive pressure from outside the heavens. They showed a terrifying look, their hearts trembling, and some low-level cultivators fell down on their knees. Under pressure, trembling.

"This...is this Xianwei?"

"Where is the power coming?"

Above this star, there are shocking exclamations everywhere.

Countless people creeped down and kowtowed towards the sky.

"not good!"

In the corner of the wasteland, an old man in black robe suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the starry sky, revealing a look of horror.

What he worried about finally happened!

In the starry sky, the figure stood, two beams of golden eyes glanced around, searching for the entire star, and all the creatures on it could not escape his gaze, and any disguise would be seen through him.

"That kid... where is it?"

He murmured, his tone a little impatient.

In order to find the kid, he walked through most of the starry sky. Counting it, it has been ten years, and it has failed again and again, so that his patience is almost reaching its limit.

After glancing at it for a moment, suddenly, his eyes narrowed, but he found something.

"This is...hahaha! It's him! That's right! That kid!"

He laughed loudly, ecstatic.

He finally found it!

This is the body of the kid!

"Oh! I was hiding here, I found it for so many years, but I found it after all!" He sneered, his figure swayed, he ripped open the void, and landed on Qingping Star.

"Shi Xiaoer, hand over all babies!"

Carrying the monstrous fairy power, he descended on the wasteland.

Suddenly, the wind and the clouds moved, Wan Lei mingled, and the whole world shivered under his might.

Under him, there is an old tree, sitting under the tree, like a stone carving.

Whoo!

A figure flashed, blocking it.

"Magic Sea?"

The saint frowned.

"It is the old monk!"

"Humph! Every fairy, but the ants! Get out!" The saint flicked his finger, and the monk of the magic sea puffed out, spouting blood, and fell down.

With just one finger, he was seriously injured.

Although the peak of Huaxian is only one step away from the Holy One, the difference between the two is like the difference between heaven and earth.

When he hit the Feihai, the saint sneered again, without looking at the Huaihai. He stepped down into the air, pointing directly at the figure under the tree.

"Shi Xiaoer, you are a personal thing, but it is a pity that you will not be able to take this step after all, want to be sanctified, the next life! All your treasures will be mine, help me survive the double, even triple thunder , Let me ascend to the supremacy!"

He snarled loudly, squinted his hand, and grabbed the man below.

He looked contemptuous, this kid is a mortal now, and it is impossible to escape from the palm of his hand.

But at this moment, a ripple appeared in the void on the side, and a crystallized palm protruded, intercepting him.

The Void Master's face changed slightly, and he was able to intercept him. The person who shot was obviously also a saint.

When he saw the figure stepping out of the ripples, his face changed again, and he whispered: "It's you! Xuan Jia!"

The coming person is the master of Biling Palace, Xuanjia Shengzu!

This holy ancestor looks 30 or 40 years old, with a good face, but a pretty face is cold and cold, like a layer of eternal frost.

"Unexpectedly, you have found here too!"

The Void Master hummed softly.

"This kid is mine!"

Xuanjia Shengzu shouted coldly.

"I'm here first!"

The Void Master is not angry, "He should be mine!"

Xuanjia Shengzu didn't say a word, but he had a fighting spirit rising in his body and wanted to fight.

"Wait..." Sensing this sense of war, the Void Master retreated a little. This Xuanzai Witch may be very tight, and may not necessarily win, even if you win, you will be hurt.

Moreover, it is easy to attract other holy ancestors after a fight, after all, this is the central astral, not their Beichen.

"Xuanjia Daoyou, why not? This kid doesn't have many babies! It's just that we divided, what do you think?"

Xuanjia Shengzu groaned slightly and nodded.

"Okay, let's capture the kid first, search out the baby, and divide it!"

The two fell together and fell onto the wasteland.