The Mightiest Little Peasant

"court death!"

Long Bo groaned, and moved the giant palm to shoot towards Tang Hao.

Above the giant palm, there was a golden flash of light.

clang!

King Peng's halberd collided with this giant palm, and a loud thunder broke out, with the collision point as the center, a circle of golden ripples swayed wildly, and wherever he went, all the mountains were annihilated.

The emptiness of the Quartet also showed a dark crack, and some places even directly broke a hole.

For Qiyuan, the power of the Eight Tribes was too strong, and the void could not bear it.

The monks in the distance saw this and withdrew again, fearing they would be involved in such terrible battles.

"Master Tang...what level did he reach?"

The ancient holy mountain stands in the distance, looking at this scene from afar, the heart is shocked.

This is an ancient giant!

Master Tang, he was able to fight against these terrifying creatures, and even prevailed.

Just before the blow, the ancient giant god was taken a step back, apparently losing to the Tang master.

"You... what kind of treasure are you?"

After Long Bo was taken back one step, he couldn't help showing extreme shock. He was a group of gods, even if the state was a lot behind, he could easily destroy the murderer.

But with a blow just now, he fell, which made him a little unbelievable.

The treasure in the hands of this human race is not ordinary, and he also found that the breath of this human race is strange, and there seems to be a chaotic atmosphere.

"What kind of fairy body are you?"

He growled.

"Chaotic corpus luteum!"

Tang Hao sighed coldly, waved the halberd again, infused with the strength of the whole body, and cut it off.

On the other side, the old locust tree also threw the thunder light with all his strength. The thunder light in the air has turned into the thunder sea, and madly split towards the uncle.

Uncle Long was attacked on both sides and retreated.

After being sealed for tens of thousands of years, he has long been weak, facing the siege of the two Eight Tribes, including Tang Hao and other evildoers, which naturally cannot resist.

Under the indiscriminate bombing of the two, he continued to retreat, his breath became weaker and weaker, and the circle of gods behind him gradually dimmed.

Uncle Long roared continuously, his anger was unstoppable.

He is the supreme dragon uncle, and now he is defeated by a demon tree and a lowly creature like a humanoid boy. It is really a shame.

"You... and this star, all will die!"

He screamed in the sky, and the lines of his body were all lit up, and a very strong divine light appeared on his body, just like a round of sun, and at the same time, a breath of destruction emanated from him.

"No! He wants to explode himself!"

Old Huaishu exclaimed.

If this dragon is to explode successfully, the entire Qi Yuan star will be destroyed by half.

"Anyway!"

Tang Hao looked calm and flicked his sleeves, and a set of flags flew out. Between the various colors of light and flutter, he immediately placed a heavy array in the Quartet to seal off this space.

Then, a golden light flashed over his head, and the temples flew out, instantly expanding and smashing towards the dragon's head.

In the temples, there are still more than three thousand gods. However, after the baptism of the Eight Tribes and Thunder Tribulation, the temples have been tempered again, and their power has increased more than several times.

This fairy house in his hands has exerted far more power than the Supreme.

Boom!

This blow directly smashed into the front, and the Dragon Uncle was staggered.

"What kind of treasure are you?"

That Long Bo screamed again, unbelievable.

On this treasure, he sensed the breath of many gods and races, these are the old gods, which were swallowed by their Dragon Uncle.

Tang Hao didn't make a sound, urged the temples and smashed it again.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

After one after another, he urged the temples and smashed it crazy, so that Long Bo continued to stumble and retreat, and finally, with a bang, he fell to the ground.

At this time, the breath of Long Bo was already extremely weak, and the light of his body also receded, and he could no longer explode.

"Your soul, I want it!"

Tang Hao flashed to the top of Long Bo's head, grabbed it, and pressed on Long Bo's eyebrow.

When he took a hard shot, a golden divine light flew out of his skull and flew towards him. It was Long Bo's spirit.