The Mightiest Little Peasant

"Ancestral Temple!"

"Tenjin Family..."

In the Void Channel, Tang Hao pressed the head of the tall and thin man in the palm of his head, searching for souls, and countless messages poured in, making him dazzled.

After a long time, he let go of his hand.

He exhaled heavily, with a shock on his face.

The outside world is vaster and more complicated than he imagined, and the nine-color god clan is far stronger than he thought.

After entering the temple, he had read a lot of information about the Nine-Color God Race and knew that this race was extremely strong, but he did not expect it to be so strong.

If it is a human race ten thousand years ago, it can be compared with one, but today's human race is really too weak compared to this nine-color god race.

Nowadays, the supremacy of the human race, plus the God Mountain, and the supreme level characters of the Wu people, are not more than one hundred, and the number of gods of the nine-color god clan is more than ten times that of Pangu.

In the Nine-Color Realm, there are many ancient families, known as the Tianshen Family.

In these families, there are several deities.

These three guys are from one of the gods family, Jiang family!

There are five deities in their clan. The young master in their mouth is also a deity, and they are very young. They are born with a pair of double pupils and are young demon among the nine-color god clan.

And there are many such families in the nine-color world.

"The physique of the nine-color clan is too evil!"

Tang Hao frowned, murmured.

Although the nine-color god clan was transformed from the human race, it uses the blood of the Longbo god clan. Therefore, this race takes into account the advantages of the two races of the human race and the Longbo god clan.

On the one hand, their human race multiplies faster than the descendants of the ancient gods of the Spirit Mountain. On the other hand, they have the blood of the gods, and they are inherently powerful. Moreover, their strength is also fast. Unlike the human race, they need to go through many obstacles.

What's more, there is the Longbo Protoss support behind it, and the human race can't compare.

Now the strength of the two races is too disparate.

The multi-child Divine Pill, combined with the Taixu God Wheel, can create many generations of geniuses. It can make up for some gaps in the low-end combat power, but it can't make up for the high-end supreme-level combat power.

"Huh!"

Tang Hao grinned, only to feel tricky.

"There are really human races outside..."

In this guy's memory, Tang Hao also found traces of the human race.

This starry sky is extremely vast, dozens of times that of the Pangu Realm. The Nine-Color God Clan occupies only a part of it. Other places are all human races, and these human races are ruled by the Longbo God Clan.

In this starry sky, there are many ancestral shrines, all of which contain the Longbo Protoss.

The entire Longbo Protoss does not seem to be in this world anymore. The specific location is unclear to the guy who was only the Eight Tribes.

"Fortunately, it's gone!"

Tang Hao murmured, with some luck, the Longbo Protoss is a true fairy race, if he bumps into one, he will definitely die.

As for the first ancestral shrine, there is only one of the entire nine-color clan, and there is only one dragon uncle in it, which is unlikely to make him hit.

After digesting all these memories, Tang Hao wanted to cut it out with one knife, killing the nine-color tribes. Suddenly, he moved his mind and put the blood slaughter knife away.

Then he pointed it out and printed it on his eyebrows.

Soon, he was arrested by a huge nine-color god crystal.

This technique of seizing blood was invented from the Longbo deity, and it is naturally applicable to their younger brother, Nine Colors.

"This is a good thing!"

Tang Hao grabbed this divine crystal and beat her, her eyes bright.

This god crystal contains the blood of an eight-robber and nine-color clan, as well as the essence of a body. He can use this god crystal to a low-level cultivator, and he will soon be able to create an eight Emperor Tribulation comes.

Do not!

Not a human emperor, but a descendant of gods.

Just change this bloodline, don't become a nine-color clan.

"The group of people at Shenling Mountain cherish their own bloodline, and they are certainly not willing to give their own blood. The Wu people are not familiar there. Instead, they can try the blood of the demon clan and merge the blood of the nine-color clan to create a new bloodline! "

Tang Hao murmured, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

This idea is promising!

After studying the Dragon Uncle God for so many years, he has been very proficient in blood and blood, seizes, merges, and is very good at it.

"It seems to collect more!"

Putting this god crystal away, Tang Hao turned his eyes to the front.

There is the Nine-Color Realm, there are countless Nine-Color Clan people, can provide him with countless god crystals.

"Today I will do a big job!"

After he left the mark, he swept forward.

Summoned the split soul, and continued searching for a while, he found a way out.

When there is a crack in the void, there is a ruin of the starry sky. There are fragments of broken stars everywhere. Some fragments and the existence of palace buildings.

Tang Hao urged Tianyan to sweep away, and found many figures in this ruin.

There are many people of the nine colors who are looking for treasure in this ruin of the starry sky.

Cultivation varies from five to eight.

"Just take your surgery first!"

Tang Hao glanced for a moment, and locked the cultivation behavior of the Sixth Tribulator, who is the closest to him.

His figure moved, tearing open the void in an instant, and came to the person of the nine colors.

"you are……?"

The nine-colored clan looked up and stayed for a while, thinking that he had an illusion in what illusion.

The guy in white plain clothes is not a human race!

Here... how could there be a human race?

Before he could come back, he heard a dragon chant, and a black dragon rushed, swallowing his soul instantly.

His figure was shocked and his face was completely dull.

Then, Tang Hao pointed out and dug a god crystal out of his eyebrows.

Once again brushing his sleeves, he shook this residual body into powder.

He had no expression on his face throughout the whole life, and he killed Ling Ling.

To him, the nine-color clan is a great enemy. The two clan are fighting each other. There is no mercy in the thousand years of hatred.

As soon as the Divine Crystal was collected, he tore open the void and continued to swipe towards the next target.

Whether it was five, six, or eight, he never let go.

As long as you see it, you don't keep your hand.

So, in this vast ruin of the starry sky, he appeared like ghosts and ghosts, and all the nine-color clan people did not even scream, but they were seized by him, and they were shocked into powder, and even their souls were collected by him.

If it is a human race, after he kills, he will not reap the soul, but directly kill, but for this nine-color clan, he is not so kind.

This soul can also be swallowed and used to cultivate true spirits.

A total of eight robbery spirits can reach at least a thousand elixir. The stronger the strength, the stronger the effect.

He kept shooting, and soon, thousands of people of nine colors were killed in this ruined land.

He also searched the souls of these people in the past, and knew more about these nine-color realms.

After killing the last person, he left the ruins, went out, and continued to look for the target.