The Mightiest Little Peasant

"I'm dead again!"

There were exclaims from time to time on the four sides of the mountain range.

Those onlookers were all shocked and exclaimed.

For them, everything in front of them is really crazy!

Those rare sightings on weekdays, the terrible wild monsters in their eyes, fell head to head at the moment, were slaughtered, and their flesh was devoured.

They witnessed the birth of a strong man with a hundred blood!

"It's amazing!"

"How long has it been since he was promoted to the Seven Tribulation, he has already achieved a true blood!"

They looked at the mountain, the figure of Hao Ru Leng Yue, shocked.

As we all know, once the cultivation process reaches the Seven Tribulation, the promotion will be very slow. It will take at least hundreds of years to achieve a hundred blood. Many Seven Tribulation is a thousand blood that took thousands of years to achieve.

And this Tang Shenjun only took a few years!

This speed is simply incredible!

Seeing that his breath continued to grow stronger, the practitioners became more shocked.

The major clans, as well as the thirty-three days of people, attacked almost frantically at first, trying to stop them, but gradually, they stopped and seemed to give up, just watching.

When the figure stopped, the Quartet suddenly became silent.

There is a vast world, and the death is a bit scary.

All the practitioners were dull, and some could not believe their ears.

"Five...five hundred cents of blood?"

After a while, a practitioner shivered and shuddered.

He rounded his eyes in horror, and a pair of eyeballs protruded.

Five hundred cents blood!

What a horrible number!

Ordinary hundred blood and five hundred drops of fairy blood are not a concept at all.

"No... no!"

In all the ancient cities, the cultivators of all ethnic groups are pale and frightened, even the nightlords, medicine masters and others.

They all know what five hundred drops of immortal blood means!

This means that as long as the surname of Tang is willing, they can be killed and killed easily, and among their major clans, there is no one who can find no other.

Originally, there were still a lot of people in their various ethnic groups who could fight against them. For example, the old ancestor of the Yao clan had already been promoted to a hundred blood, plus a baby, magical power, enough to fight the kid.

But now, the boy was promoted to the realm of five hundred cents of blood, and he immediately opened the distance, far above the ancestor of the medicine family.

Even the Hundred-blood Powerhouses of the Three Avenues, I'm afraid they can't help this kid anymore. Only those who are capable of fighting against him now are the Thousand-blood Powerhouses.

"How could this be!"

The god curse son was stunned for a long time. When he came back, he squeezed his fist tightly, and his expression became a bit daunting.

He was extremely unwilling in his heart and full of jealousy.

Although he was surpassed by the surname Tang before, the gap was not too big, but only a dozen drops of fairy blood, but now, this guy actually jumped into the realm of five hundred fairy blood. He flung away.

Such a huge gap is like a chasm that cannot be bridged at all.

"This... this kid... is he fucking perverted!"

Among the seven robbers watching, a scream sounded, but it was Wuling Divine Monarch.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were bulging, and his expression was somewhat distorted.

He couldn't believe it, that this kid named Tang had been promoted to the realm of five hundred immortals.

He stood there dully, unable to recover for a long time.

In a trance, he remembered that when he first saw this kid, it was in Chaojie Mountain. At that time, this kid was still very young and very weak in cultivation. In the eyes of his seven powerful robbers, he would Like ants.

If it weren't for his own body hidden in his body, he wouldn't be frightened, fled in a panic, and appeared ugly in front of the world.

Except for me, this kid is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But now, this kid has far surpassed him, reaching a height beyond his reach.

Five hundred cents blood!

In the eyes of such strong men, he is like the seven robbers of dozens of drops of blood.

"Five hundred cents blood! It's terrible!"

Around him, the seven robbers watching and watching were all breathing coolly, terrified.

"Look, the Qi of the Xianmai is exhausted, it's over!"

After a while, someone noticed the power of the fading veins in the mountains.

"Even without the power of the immortal vein, with Tang Shenjun's cultivation at the moment, plus a night armor, if he wants to go, who can stop him! Ye Clan they can't leave him!"

"Yes! In this battle today, the Night Clan did not count as a win. Although they were able to level the mountains, they could not retain Tang Shenjun. Instead, he made him cultivate a lot and became a greater threat."

"I see, the night masters are all afraid of crying now!"

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When they looked at the night clan's side, they all showed some sympathy.

Ye Clan, they spent so much time, and even the power of their ancestors was used, but in the end they did not get a good deal. It was really miserable.

"Kill! Kill him for me! I want to take his flesh and turn it into a panacea!"

The god curse roared sharply, his expression crazy.

"And you guys, bombard me, leveled the chemical mountain!"

Then he shouted at the Yezu and other tribes.

Ye Zhu and his face changed slightly.

"Do it!"

They glanced at each other, and after some exchanges, they sang in unison.

They all knew that it was very difficult for this kid to stay. The only thing they could do was to level the mountain and rob the chemical door. This was also a way to vent hatred and avenge some of the hatred.

At the moment, all the cultivators of all ethnicities are working together, and they are going to bomb the mountains below to level the mountains.