The Mightiest Little Peasant

Between the world and the earth, there was a huge roar echoing, deafening.

Countless divine lights descended from the sky, like gusts and rain, pouring down to the mountains below.

The giant beast, around the mountains, waved its claws, giant palms, bombarded the light curtain guarding the mountains.

In this scene, people from all quarters were shocked.

At this moment, there are more than 50 clans, and the tens of millions of cultivators, plus the Honghuang clan, the scale of this battle is very rare throughout the history of Pangu.

This battle will be recorded in history.

Today, they are witnessing history.

"It has been a long time, the big formation is still still! This great formation is really amazing!"

After watching for half a day, the practitioners looked at the big formation and were a little surprised.

Under such indiscriminate bombing, it hasn't been shaken for a long time, and the solidity of this large array is somewhat beyond their expectations.

Even if it is an ancient city of various ethnic groups, or it is an emperor, such a top class as Wushen Mountain, their large formation is far inferior to this large formation.

"Unfortunately, even if this great array is even more powerful, it must be worn away!"

Then they shook their heads and sighed.

It's only half a day now, but if you bombard it for another half month, one month, this big array will be worn out sooner or later!

In the gate of fortune, there is no one, there is only one Tang Shenjun, and there are more than ten seven robbers from the clan of Jiang, Shi and Qin. With this power alone, how to resist such a powerful force.

Once the battle is broken, the battle is over.

And the chemical gate must be removed from Pangu.

"Continue to blast! Use all the means for me, and within half a month, I will blast through this large formation and level the gate of fortune!"

In the sky, the god curse roared.

Soon, the offensives of various races escalated and became more and more fierce.

The cultivators of all ethnic groups took out all kinds of panacea and swallowed it. The fighting power surged instantaneously.

"Ancestral sacrifice!"

In the ancient city of medicine, the master of the medicine roared, and his sleeves flicked, and a bronze big tripod flew out.

The style of this tripod is simple, ancient, and there is blood in the tripod.

This is not ordinary blood, it is the blood left by the ancestors of each generation of their medicine family.

This ancient tripod is also used in the blood source ceremony to sacrifice blood for the ancestors.

Swish swish!

Immediately afterwards, a figure was swept from the ancient city and surrounded by Guding. Each of them was an elder of the six robbery, and one of them was an old man with white hair and white hair, and his face was thin. Seven robbery.

And this breath is stronger than the drug master, reaching the state of a hundred blood.

This person is the ancestor of the medicine family!

"Unexpectedly, our ancestors still use this ancestor!"

The ancestor of the Yao clan looked at Gu Ding and sighed.

Unless it is time for the clan to survive or die, it is not allowed to use this ancestor.

"However, this kid is worth it! If he doesn't die, our medicine family will die! Today, for his use of this ancestor, I don't think the ancestors will blame."

Immediately, his face was cold, and he saw the murderous opportunity, and he gazed at the mountain below.

This kid named Tang Hao is a great enemy of his medicine family. As long as he can get rid of him, it is worth it no matter what the price is.

"Ancestor!"

The master of the medicine called out and looked down.

"I come to sacrifice!"

The ancestor of the Yao clan nodded at him, flicked his body, and pressed his palm against the tripod.

Suddenly, the Guding shocked, and the blood of the ancestors inside immediately boiled.