The Mightiest Little Peasant

"The Pangu people can still produce such characters!"

There are nine color gods sighed.

"I didn't expect that this kid's status was so high that he just killed him and sacrificed the flag with his blood!"

There was also a god vengeful shouting, killing all over the face.

"That's right! He just came out. It's not difficult to kill him. It is estimated that his strength is the right way. As long as he goes to a person with a nine-star peak, he can easily kill him!"

Immediately, there are other gods with peace.

They looked at the figure in the distance, their faces were somber.

Originally, this battle should have been ruined and smooth, and it was extremely smooth. Once the army of the Protoss pushed it, they could completely wipe out this group of evils, and the loss would not be great, but now, the two clan have not yet fought, they have lost two God.

More importantly, his face was lost.

This human race demon must die, and die before this battle, in order to relieve their hatred and reinvigorate their morale.

"Let's go! My old bone hasn't moved in a long time!"

An old man dressed in black robe, sloppy and on crutches, came out from the crowd behind.

"Senior Mo!"

The gods looked awe-inspiring, and many of the younger generation bowed down and saluted.

This unprecedented and predecessor Mo, but the oldest group of people in the Nine-Color God Realm, has gone through several wars, and has reached the peak of the Nine Stars as a whole, close to the real god, and the magical means are unfathomable. , Terrible.

And such characters are only thirty people in the entire Nine-Color God Realm.

"A 100-year-old human race is supreme, it can be called the evil of the sky! I really want to meet these characters!"

The old man walked out step by step and raised his head to reveal a dry old face. The pair of eyes was bloody, or a pair of double pupils, flashing the glare of people.

The pair of bloody double pupils turned around and stared at the white figure in the distance.

"Guru!"

Seeing this pair of blood pupils, many gods in the Quartet swallowed their saliva, revealing a bit of fear.

In his nine-color god clan, there are many kinds of pupils, among which the pupils are the strongest.

Today, there is only one type of double pupil, but in ancient times, when their nine-color clan was first created, there were several types of double pupils, some of which are stronger than today's double pupils.

However, the side effects are so great that they are abandoned.

This bloody double pupil is one of the ancient double pupils. It is very domineering and strange. This young man used this pair of god pupils to break the name of the killing god. Nine-color God Realm.

"Human tribe, dare you fight me?"

The old man walked on crutches and shouted.

"It's Mo Mo God!"

There were several exclamations in the human race.

All the supreme faces have changed.

This is a great character!

It is equivalent to the pinnacle of a doctrine, close to the existence of true fairy.

"Call him back!" Even the supremely indifferent sword supreme, his face also changed, revealing a worried look.

Xuanhong Supreme was about to speak, and he saw that the white figure took a few steps forward and shouted, "Why don't you dare!"

He froze at once, and then stopped talking.

"Haha! Sure enough, it's a young man, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers! This kind of courage, I admire you!" That Mo kill God to listen, could not help laughing, he stepped forward step by step, his body lifted up inch by inch, and then expanded .

In an instant, he turned from a sloppy old man into a strong middle-aged man.

"With your courage, I will kill you with the gesture of full prosperity. This is your honor. Most people are not qualified!" he laughed.

"is it?"

Tang Hao said lightly, his face still indifferent.

"Of course!" Mo killing God shouted, "rest assured, I will give you a happy moment later, first refine your soul, and then take your blood to sacrifice the flag."

Tang Hao Deng smiled, "Then I am not so benevolent. After a while, I must cut off your head and limbs, and put you in my furnace, and you will be trained."

Hearing the words, Na Mo couldn't help but stunned.

Then, hahaha!There was a burst of laughter.

"Interesting! It's really interesting! You kid, but the first one dared to talk to me like that!" Mo Mo Shen laughed.

"I don't just say it, I will do it!"

Tang Hao said.

"Okay! Then I will wait and see!"

Mo kill God shouted.

As he said, his face plummeted and his figure disappeared.

The next moment, he had come to Tang Hao, squeezed his palm into the claws, and grabbed it.

Tang Hao looked calm and squeezed his fist, and then he went away.

Mo Mo God was stunned, but he didn't expect that this kid reacted so fast. He instantly turned his claws into palms and patted.

There was a sneer on his face.

The human flesh of this human race is pretty good. I just shot the helmet and head of the Wu family's kid just now. However, compared with his nine-color god clan, it must be much worse.

Being close to him, not only did not run, but also tried to shake him, really can't control it!

This palm will make this kid vomit blood!

Boom!

Just as he sneered under his heart, he fought and shook his hands together.

At the next moment, the sneer on Mo Mo God's face solidified, and then, a pair of blood pupils widened, full of horror.

Wait, wrong!

This... what power is this?Why is this kid's flesh and blood so horrible?

How could this be the human body?

This force... definitely not a human race!

What the hell is this kid?

In his heart, he rolled up a tremendous shock and was shocked.

Then, his face twitched a few times, and finally he couldn't bear it.

The figure was shaking again, and flew out.

Witnessing this scene, all the nine color gods looked dull again.

They thought that Senior Mo's blow would hit the humanoid kid hard, but as a result, the humanoid kid was unscathed. Instead, it was Senior Mo, who was shocked and spit blood.

This is too ridiculous!

Who is Senior Mo?

After living for thousands of years, the oldest of their nine-color god clan is also one of the strongest gods!

And that kid, even one hundred years old!

"You... what the hell are you? You are definitely not human!"

Na Moshen held his body, wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, and shouted.

"If it's not human, what am I?"

Tang Hao joked, stepped forward, ignited his blood, and punched him with a punch.

what--!

Mo Moshen threw a fist, and immediately flew out again, with a spit of blood.

"How do I know what monster you are!"

He screamed.

He feels that he is going crazy. He hasn't encountered this kind of perversion since he has practiced for so many years. This guy looks like a human race, but this flesh is definitely not a human race.

This flesh is too powerful and perfect, even if it is the flesh of the upper gods, but it is so!