The Mightiest Little Peasant

One after another.

In the gate of light, there was a constant figure of immortal Xianhui stepping forward.

More than a dozen people were vaguely wearing the same robe, apparently from the same force.

After they stepped out of the light door, they glanced at the four directions one after another.

After powerful thoughts, he went to the Sifang Void.

"Here... is it Pangu!"

Someone sighed.

"Hang! What a thin fairy!" Some people dismissed it after looking around.

"It's already pretty good, most of the fairy qi has been extracted by our holy land, how much is left in this world!" Then, someone laughed.

"It's such a thin fairy, it's not easy to be promoted to Seven Tribulation, let alone Eight Tribulation!"

"That's not necessarily, here is our roots after all, the ancient and ancient tribes, and the ancestors of the heavens are all rooted here. During these 10,000 years, they have certainly cultivated many geniuses and many powerful characters! "

"Genius? Ho! What kind of genius can come out of this broken place, all the most powerful people of that year gathered in the sanctuary, and all that was left was some waste, even if thousands of years have passed, this group of waste can be out again What a great character!"

"Yes! The supreme, emperor, all gathered in the Holy Land, and the immortal qi was pumped, the situation in this world will only gradually weaken, and after thousands of years, it must have been deteriorating. Not bad."

"Moreover, compared to the cruel environment of the sanctuary, this is a greenhouse, and what great characters can be cultivated!"

They stood before the light gate and argued.

Most people look arrogant and disdainful.

In their eyes, this world is weak and extremely backward.

"However, here is also our root, and the number of practitioners is far beyond the sanctuary. Among so many practitioners, we can always pick out a lot of usable talents."

One of the first dozen people stood up.

"Yes, this is our roots. I believe that in the past ten thousand years, I have set a lot of talents among the Yao people. As long as they train a little, they will not lose to the people in the Holy Land."

Among the crowd, one should be at peace.

"Me Cangjie too!"

Many people agreed immediately.

"You, the opening of the Holy Land is a decision unanimously passed by all the Supremes. Don’t talk too much here. We come here ahead of time and we also bear a great responsibility. We must try our best to find out in these months. The situation in this world."

"Many of you are still shouldering the task of revitalizing the clan in this world. Time is pressing, so don't waste it here, hurry and go!"

The emperor first waved his hand and said.

Everyone responded, and turned into divine light one by one, and went down to the eight wildernesses below.

"Huh? What kind of breath is this?"

At this moment, in the mountain gate of Ranhuang Temple, Dazizi Tianfo was meditating and absorbing incense. Suddenly, his expression moved, his eyes opened, and he headed towards the vast void above the sky.

When he saw the divine light falling like a meteor, he couldn't help but change his color.

Those breaths are all eight robberies.

There are hundreds of such divine lights. They did not converge, and all the immortals glowed. The momentum emitted shook the whole sky.

"Eight Tribulation...how could there be so many?"

The Great Buddha is terrified.

In Pangu today, isn't the Eight Tribes only come from fifty, where did these hundreds of emperors come from?

"Is it the people who disappeared in ancient times?"

He guessed.

In his era, Pangu was still very prosperous, and there were many nine robbers. Among them, there were many peerless characters, known as Baixian, but when he regained consciousness ten thousand years later, this world was already somewhat degraded. There is not much of the Eight Tribulation.

Whether it is hundreds of hundred immortals, or the subsequent Wandi, all disappear suddenly, without a trace.

He had always felt that there was something wrong with it, and now it seemed to be true.

"Damn!"

He squeezed his fist, revealing annoyance.

This group of guys did not come early, and did not come late, but came at this time.

Originally, under his efforts, Buddhism and Taoism will be completely revitalized, and those thirty-three days will be suppressed. The revival adds a lot of variables.

"There must be a reason why these people came back, it is better to avoid the limelight first!"

After pondering for a moment, he rushed out of the hall immediately, reached out, and the whole mountain gate was picked up by him and retracted into the golden tower.

Then he escaped into the void.

At this time, in another part of Bahuang, some people found a vision above the sky.

"My obedient!"

In a barren mountain, the old demon emperor drilled out of the cave house he had dug and looked towards the sky dome, which was also discolored.

"Isn't it the old guys who are back!"

He murmured.

"No! Great things are not good!"

He shuddered and his neck shrank back.

In the heyday, where would he be afraid of the old rivals, he is an invincible demon emperor, but now, he is a sick cat, and even a small doll can bully him casually.

When he thought of the little baby, he couldn't help biting his teeth and his forehead was straight.

The damn boy was so poisonous that he pitted him every time.

If it weren't for this kid, he would have recovered almost by now.

"Last time Xuanhuang Tower was born ahead of time, and now there are so many people coming back. Sure enough, if something big happens, I'd better avoid the limelight first!"

He quickly retracted back into the Dong Mansion, added a heavy circle, and completely hid the Dong Mansion.

There are many people in Pangu who have sensed the changes, most of them are emperor-level figures. They looked up at the vast void and had different looks.

When the meteors fell and approached Panhuang City, the cultivators on the Eight Wastelands also sensed them, and looked up to the sky in shock.

Hundreds of meteors fell from the sky, and each one exhaled the weather.

This scene shocked everyone on the Eight Wastelands.

"Hahaha! Come! Come!"

"Finally came, I Yao will rise!"

A lot of cheers came from many ancient ethnic groups.

"This breath is..."

As soon as he left the West Sea, Tang Hao sensed the change in the vast void, and he looked up and urged Tianyan to look away. When he saw the figure that covered the immortal Xianhui, his face could not help changing.

"So fast!"

He murmured.

This should be a big change in the mouth of the Yao people, and these people are probably the emperors who disappeared in ancient times.

"The Pangu forces are going to be shuffled again!"

Tang Hao snorted, frowning.

The return of these emperors is definitely not good news for him.

"Return to Zongli first, and then observe the development of the situation!" He groaned a little, but accelerated the speed and went to the gate of fortune.