The Mightiest Little Peasant

Jianmu was everywhere, and cultivators kept coming.

Then, fall.

When they got up, their expressions became a little frightened.

Immortals were imprisoned, and they lost most of their magical powers.

Looking up again, they looked a little horrified at the divine tree like the giant pillar in front of them.

It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to climb the sanctuary with the power of the flesh alone. Don’t think about it. They also know that there must be various obstacles on this road to heaven. How can the flesh carry it alone.

"This road to heaven is a trial of the upper realm, and only those who can cross this road are eligible to enter the Holy Land!"

Several temple messengers stood in front of the god tree and shouted again and again.

The cultivators adapted to it and rushed towards the Shenmu again.

They set foot on the Shenmu, and walked up the road formed by branches.

At the beginning, it was very easy, except that the fairy was imprisoned, and there were no obstacles.

The cultivators easily reached the height of a thousand feet.

Then, they noticed that an invisible pressure began to appear, and every time they went up a thousand feet, the pressure would rise a few points and gradually increase.

But people with different cultivation practices face different pressures.

"No more! Can't hold it anymore!"

At the height of thirty or forty thousand feet, some cultivators began to be unable to support and fell from the god tree.

"Out!"

The temple messenger shot, took these people, and sent them out.

"This road to heaven will always be here, and you will have a chance to challenge in the future!"

The messengers would say the last sentence mechanically.

But they all know that those who are out at this height are basically very talented cultivators. This life is hopeless to complete this road to heaven.

The higher up, the more people fall.

After the figure, they fell like dumplings.

However, more people set foot on the Shenmu, dense and dense, unable to count, and waves of cultivators came from all directions to embark on this road to heaven.

"Look, that leader, he is the martial spirit god!"

"Fast speed! Worthy of being an old prince!"

"There is also that, the old god king of Yuhua Mountain!"

Those cultivators who failed to challenge were all gathered in the Quartet, pointing at the divine tree and talking enthusiastically.

The leading group of people nowadays are the old gods of Bahuang.

These people have been famous for a long time, but they have not made much progress in these years. They are most eager for the upper world, so they rush to the front.

"Look, that's immortal Xianhui. Emperor Zun is here!"

After a busy day, Emperor Zun finally arrived.

As he approached, his figure also sank, and he fell, and the light around him disappeared.

"That's... Emperor Xuyuan, right?"

Zhong Xiu stared at it for a while, and whispered.

In their eyes, Emperor Zun is undoubtedly a very mysterious existence. Even if they can see it occasionally, they can't see through the immortal Xianhui. When they see the true appearance, they can only guess from their dress characteristics.

Emperor Xuyuan landed and walked towards Shenmu.

He was extremely fast, almost striding upwards, full of momentum.

Soon, he caught up with the leading Wuling Shenjun and others and became the leading one.

After him, Emperor Zun continued to arrive, embarking on this road to heaven.

Of course, not all the emperors came with great fanfare, and the immortal immortals opened up, and many of them had already converged early, mixed in the crowd, and squeezed up.

The talents that can become emperors are extremely outstanding, so as soon as they go up, they can quickly surpass those gods and go to the leading position.

"Another Emperor is here again!"

When seeing the sky, another immortal immortal glance came, and the practitioners exclaimed again, looking at them together.

Ouch!

As soon as Xianhui approached, he slammed it, and it was planted and fell to the ground.

"I rely on! What the hell!"

The man got up from the ground and kept scolding.

At first glance, all the practitioners were dumbfounded, and then their faces became extremely strange.

Many people even gritted their teeth, eager to rush up and beat the goods.

This guy was the former enemy of the Eight Wastelands, the famous black tiger thief. The entire Eight Wastelands did not know how many cultivators and how many forces were attacked by this guy.

They organized countless rounds of chasing and killing, but failed to kill this guy, but instead promoted this guy to Emperor Realm.

"Great! This product is finally leaving! Far away from the Eight Wastelands!"

A cultivator clenched his fists and was agitated, almost burst into tears.

The scourge of the Eight Wastelands is finally about to leave, thank God!

"Haha! Finally free!"

Other cultivators also cheered.

God!

Quickly let him go up, let him harm the people above!

Some cultivators folded their hands together and prayed to heaven. They didn’t want to see the scourge for a moment. The sooner he went, the better they would feel.

"Are you so happy to see me?"

Liu Heihu looked around, grinned, and waved enthusiastically.

Suddenly, the Quartet was silent for a moment, and there was silence.

happy?

Lying trough Nima!

You shameless!

Cultivators scolded in their hearts.

However, they dare not say it. After all, this guy is already an emperor, and they dare not offend in person.

"Yes! We are so happy!"

"I'm so happy to cry!"

Zhongxi reluctantly squeezed out a smile, which was uglier than crying.

"Oops! I didn't expect that you love me so much, I don't want to leave anymore!" Liu Heihu said genuinely.

"Hey! Don't don't!"

Everyone's complexion instantly became terrified.

If this guy stays, they must not be crazy!

"Actually, I love you too, but I have to go. There are still a lot of babies waiting for me. You have to wait for me to raise your own fat. I will return sooner or later!" Liu Heihu rushed The Quartet waved.

do not!Don't come back!

You'd better die on it and give yourselves for Pangu's bravery!

The Cultivators scolded in their hearts.

But on their faces, they showed extremely enthusiastic, bright smiles, waving at the front, as if to send off some loved ones.

Above, the faces of the temple messengers are extremely strange.

This black tiger thief, they have heard something, of course, are not good rumors.

What sap killer, peerless thief, these titles will know what kind of person this guy is.

Looking at the guy, they are all a little worried, and if this guy is on the line, what will happen?

"Forget it! Let him go! This guy is better than that scourge!"

The messenger leader sighed.

Then, his eyebrows were twisted, but he thought of the scourge that made him a headache.

Before he reached the upper bound, the scourge was overthrown with the Tang tribe, and then slaughtered an elder in a flooded dojo, and dared to blackmail their temple messenger.

Compared with that scourge, this guy named Liu Heihu was at best a thief, too pure.

Thinking of the scourge, he glanced at a fairy glory ahead.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye jumped, and he had a bad hunch.

Sure enough, when this fairy came to the front, it gathered up and showed a figure in white. On the handsome face, there was still a harmless smile from humans and animals, and he grinned at him.