The Mightiest Little Peasant

"clang!"

A bell rang, from the sky above.

The bells were long and vigorous, as if coming from the ancient floods.

At this moment, the entire Eight Wastelands was alarmed.

In that ancient city, on top of a mountain, countless cultivators skimmed out and looked up at the sky.

Today, it is the day when the temple messenger announced the opening of the sanctuary.

This bell ringing must be a precursor to the opening.

The bells lingered on the land of the Eight Wastelands for a long time before they dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, a rumbling sound came from above the sky, like thunder.

Countless gods and emperors respected their eyes and eyes, and they could see that a crack appeared in the void above the thirty-three days, which was gradually expanding, and in the cracks, a dazzling divine light drilled out, constantly Spread towards the Eight Wastelands.

A closer look reveals that it is a spirit tree.

This spirit tree grows wildly, and its rhizomes pierce towards the Eight Wastelands.

"it has started!"

A group of cultivators muttered, and their expressions were a little excited.

In the past few months, they have known a lot about the Sanctuary, and they know that it is very dangerous, but this does not stop their determination in the upper realm.

Above is the wider world, and there is hope to impact a higher realm.

"Finally...still here!"

At this moment, in the vast void, a figure stood there, the whole body was silver, hazy, like a beam of light.

He looked at the huge void crack and muttered to himself.

He is the silver god who once came to the holy star in the east and appeared in the tomb of the god.

In Longhuang, reincarnation of the lake.

A white figure sat there, suddenly looked, and looked up at the sky.

His pair of deep pupils penetrated the crack and looked at the other end.

He looked at it for a long time, and then withdrew his gaze, looking at Daohu under him.

He sighed slightly, his expression a little sad, and a little sad.

"I have been with you for tens of thousands of years, and I should go..."

"If it doesn't die, I will come back and spend the rest of my life with you."

He murmured and stood up, his figure swayed, and then disappeared above Daohu.

Somewhere in Bahuang, in a barren mountain, a head was drilled out of the ground, and when he looked up, he frowned.

Go or not?

This is a problem!

He has been tangled for more than three months.

"Forget it, let's go! The old rivals in the past may have died out, what's so scary! Besides, I have recovered from the cultivation process, and there is nothing to fear!"

"If I were to meet the kid again, hum! See me not killing him!"

Thinking of the damn kid, the old demon emperor gritted his teeth and hated it.

If it weren't for the stinky kid, could he become such a miserable man with his evil demon emperor?

"Okay! I will go out of the mountain and go to see the sanctuary!"

He got out of the ground, and his figure shook, but he changed his appearance and became a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed as a scholar.

"My name is... Evil Son!"

He turned out a fan, opened it, and fanned it, which was particularly smelly.

"In the Holy Land, there must be a great opportunity, I must go!"

At this moment, in a void, a golden tower was hiding there.

A moment later, a golden light emerged from the tower, turned into a big man like an iron tower, and swept towards the sky.

"What's that stuff?"

In Bahuang, the top of a mountain, Liu Heihu stood side by side with an old man in white robe, looking up at the sky.

Liu Heihu narrowed his eyes and looked at the spiritual tree, his eyes shining brightly.

The spirit tree of the sanctuary must be a good baby, and it will definitely sell for a large price if cut down!

He had wondered how to get this spirit tree.

"That's... Jianmu! Tongtianjianmu, the god tree of the flood era! Don't think about it, this wood is extremely hard, and you can't even cut off a branch with your own skills." The old white robe Helplessly said.

"That's not necessarily, in this world, there is no treasure that I can't get from Liu Heihu!"

Liu Heihu pouted, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Ah, don't take it seriously, this is a trial. The Supreme Supremes are definitely watching and performing better. Maybe the Supreme will be the one who loves it!" said the old white robe.

"Cut, I don't want to be taken care of. Isn't it good for me to be so free!"

Liu Heihu disdain.

Who is he?

He is an unruly and free-loving black tiger uncle, who disdains the supreme!

If someone is fancy, how can he go to rob? He still wants to rob all the forces in the upper realm!

"The cultivators in the upper realm must be very fat, and the treasure house in the upper realm must be full of treasures..."

He longed for it, and all the Harazi came out.

"coming!"

Northern Wilderness, the peak of creation.

Tang Hao stepped out of the cave and looked at the sky.

"must be careful!"

When he came to the main hall, Zaohuazi was already waiting. Fuyunzi, Gao Dayong, Yunrong, Tushan Siguai and others were all there.

"rest assured!"

Tang Hao smiled at them.

The sanctuary is dangerous. Tang Hao is not going to let these people follow him. He will go to the first place. If there is a chance to come back, it is not too late to pick them up.

"gone!"

Tang Hao didn't say much, nodded at them, his body was vertical, and he flew away.

When he rushed high into the sky, he saw that the crack had expanded a bit, the spirit tree was growing wildly, and its roots had quickly reached the earth. From a distance, it looked like a pillar of Qingtian God connected to heaven and earth.

Numerous auras of light rose from the earth in all directions, and they all rushed towards this tree.

These auras are simply endless.

At a glance, there are seven robberies, there are also six robberies, and there are even many low-order saints who are robbed in one robbery and robbed in two.

"The road to heaven has been opened!"

"No matter what method is used, as long as you can go up, you can get the qualification to enter the sanctuary. The first person in the upper realm will receive the award of the temple and give Yin and Yang an ancient spirit."

A loud voice spread throughout the Eight Wastelands.

The messenger of the temple.

"Oh my god! It's an ancient antiquity!"

The cultivators all over Bahuang were a little excited, especially those gods and emperors.

This ancient yin and yang is the same as the ancient huangxian qi, and it is a kind of ancient qi in the early days.

"fast!"

At the moment, they speeded up and rushed towards the spirit tree.

Only half an hour later, Jianmu spread to the ground, and the rhizome grew wildly, plunging into the ground.

Then, the whole plant began to swell, and numerous branches grew on it, which were connected together to form a winding road that leads directly to the sky dome.

The nearest monks rushed up, but as soon as they approached Jianmu, they lost control and fell down.

For a time, bang, the monks in the sky fell like dumplings.

"What about my fairy?"

"Why can't you use it?"

A group of practitioners were shocked.

They found that as soon as they entered the square of the building, they would be imprisoned for the cultivation of the body, and all the techniques could not be urged.