The Mightiest Little Peasant

In the sky of Beihuang, the stream is like a weave.

Every day, there are countless cultivators coming from all directions to fall into the mountains.

There are more and more monks gathered around the mountains.

These cultivators get together and talk about this upcoming war every day.

"One month? I can't help it! With the night clan alliance and the lineup of Honghuang clan, half a month is enough!"

"I heard that they only sent one person from the Jiang and Shi tribes, and they only added up to a dozen seven robbers together. What did they fight with their opponents!"

They are not optimistic about the chemical door.

After all, the strength of the two sides is too great!

What they discuss daily is how long this battle will last. How much time will it take for the Night Clan Alliance to break through the large formations and level the mountains.

"Look, Tang Shenjun appeared again, he seems to be laying a big battle!"

Every once in a while, cultivators from all corners can see the figure in white looted from the mountain.

Every time, he will make a circle in the Quartet Mountains, as if in a formation.

"Looking like Tang Shenjun is not like giving up, but preparing to fight in the end!"

"Ah! Although Tang Shenjun is talented and unparalleled in evil spirits, but after all, people are weak, even if he lays down a powerful array, can he still block the night army, the coalition forces of the Honghuang family? Isn’t this a delusion!

Crowds will sigh when they see it from a distance.

Nowadays, it is simply impossible to turn the tide by one person in this situation!

"Huh! This kid... no matter what big array he puts up, it's in vain!"

"That's right! In just a few months, what powerful array can he deploy? In front of absolute strength, any formation is false!"

Yezhu and others are also closely watching the situation of the chemical mountain.

For these big formations, they have no worries.

They are still preparing for war, mobilizing all forces.

In this way, another month passed.

On this day, there was a divine light falling over the mountain, and a figure appeared.

"I was ordered by the Night Lord to come to the book of war. Seven days later, I will fight here!"

The coming urn shouted loudly.

The sound was thunderous, rolling in the void, shaking the world.

"This battle is finally coming!"

The Quartet practitioners exclaimed and looked uplifted.

"This is the book of war!"

The coming man threw a hard shot, shot a golden light, and went straight to the gate of the Huahua Mountain.

As the mountain gate approached, the void in front of the mountain gate rippled, and a white figure stepped out, and the probe caught the golden light.

"Go back and tell the night master that Tang Mou will accompany him in this battle!"

Tang Hao shouted loudly.

"Good! This is what you said, everyone in the world can witness!"

The Ye Clan messenger sneered, then turned around and looted.

Tang Hao glanced at the war book in his hand, hummed and threw it away.

He looked around, and there was a pondering look on his face.

"There are still fewer big battles. I still have many means. I have no time to prepare. If I have enough time, I can still bury Mo Yuan and try to refine the bones of the demon god to make a giant god..."

Tang Hao murmured, a little sorry.

The time is too short, he has no time to prepare more.

"But even these are enough!"

Tang Hao chuckled.

In his eyes, there was a flash of radiance, and there was a tremendous amount of warfare rising around him.

"Tang kid, are you sure?"

In the mountain gate, a figure swept out, it was Ling Zhanxu.

Ling Zhanxu looked at the Quartet and smiled bitterly.

Nowadays, there are only a dozen of them left in the entire chemical mountain. How can they block so many opponents based on them?

"I dare not say that there are 10%, but at least 70% or 80%!"

Tang Hao smiled at him.

"70%?"

When Ling Zhan heard it, he was stunned.

He couldn't even see 10% of his hope. What did Tang Xiaozi say about 70% or 80%?I'm afraid it's not crazy, let's talk nonsense!

"Senior Ling, as well as Senior Jiang, Master Rain Master, you can just sit in the center of Dazhen, let me give the rest!"

Tang Hao smiled, turned and swept towards the door.

"This kid... I'm afraid it's not really crazy!"

Ling Zhan's tongue was half loud, and he smiled bitterly again.

Standing on the spot and sighing, he followed up and returned to the door.

"Seven days later, the Battle of Fortune Mountain!"

"Quick! Be sure to rush to Zaohua Mountain before the war begins."

After the news spread, Bahuang boiled again.

The cultivators on the road seemed to have hit the chicken blood, accelerated frantically, and rushed to make the mountain.

Above the sky, divine light also kept falling, hidden in the void of the four sides of the mountain, waiting.

These are the thirty-three days of Orthodox people.

For this battle, they have also been paying close attention.

"There is a gate of fortune in this gate of fortune, which is the treasure trove of ancient ways of Taoism. There are countless ancient treasures in the ancient way. The reason why Antarctica made a shot was to go towards this gate of fortune."

"If the battle breaks, we will shoot and snatch this door!"

Like the Antarctic sky, they all stared at the door of chemistry.

Thirty-three days of Confucianism have long coveted this gate of fortune, so they will send out their respective eldest sons, enter the gate of fortune, and participate in the ceremonies of fortune to obtain the treasures in the gate.

Nowadays, the chemical gate is about to be destroyed. They naturally have to fight for it, and they cannot let this chemical gate fall into the hands of other Taoists.

Seven days passed by.

The day of the decisive battle has finally arrived.

On this day, the sky was just as bright as the sky, and a magnificent divine light appeared, like a huge star, looting towards the mountain of creation.

"Look, what is that?"

"Like a dark star, no, it's not a star, it's an ancient city, it's an ancient city of night clan!"

The practitioners looked up and exclaimed, their faces shocked.

That huge star was actually an ancient city.

In order to avenge his revenge, the Ye tribe even mobilized the ancient city directly.

"Look, there are also over there, another ancient city!"

Soon, everyone found another star in the other direction, which was also an ancient city, and the whole body was glowing with red light.

"There are too!"

"Another one!"

Then, cries of exclamation followed.

In the Sifang Sky, stars are constantly appearing. It is an ancient city, bearing monstrous might, when the sky comes.

In each ancient city, the blood of those ancestors radiated divine light and turned into a virtual shadow of ancestors, surrounding the ancient city.

They exude an ancient, majestic breath, suppressing the emptiness of the Quartet.