The Mightiest Little Peasant

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On the Eight Wastelands, there is an additional figure wandering around.

He was dressed in white, had an ordinary appearance, and had a blue bead hanging from his waist.

He can be found in cities, cities, mountains and dangerous places.

"Still no response."

He looked at the beads around his waist from time to time, showing disappointment.

After coming out of the Creation Mountains, he first traveled throughout the Northern Wilderness, visiting various places, even the ancient cities of the ancient tribes.

Although the ancient cities of all ethnic groups are deeply hidden, located in remote places, and hidden by large formations, in front of him, these large formations are useless. He can see through them with a single glance of his divine pupils.

He didn't need to go in. He could tell if there was any scent of fairy beads in it just by walking around outside the ancient city.

But after traveling throughout the Northern Wilderness, he still found nothing.

"Huh? He actually reacted!"

When he entered the Dragon Wasteland and passed through a mortal kingdom, suddenly, the beads on his waist trembled slightly.

He looked down and was a little stunned.

It’s a mortal country, no wonder!

In the past, when he was looking for the relics of gods and Buddhist relics, he had traveled in all directions, and Long Huang had also walked through them several times, but the butcher knife on his body never reacted. It turned out that he was in the mortal realm.

He had always passed by in a hurry before and hadn't looked for it as carefully as he did now.

"Su Country... seems to be the territory of the Su Clan!"

Tang Hao fell down and entered a city below.

Xianzhu's reaction came from this city.

Holding the blue fairy bead in his hand, he followed the reaction and searched all the way.

When he found the fairy bead, he was stunned.

This blue fairy bead was actually used as jewelry and embedded in a crown.

"No wonder, this thing is just like a butcher's knife, it has no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and it can easily be regarded as a mortal object.

If it falls into the hands of a cultivator, it may be thrown aside like garbage, but if it falls into the hands of a mortal, it will be treated as jewelry. "

Tang Hao laughed and said.

He was even more helpless, this was an immortal treasure, a true immortal weapon, and if the cultivators were to know about it, they would not have to fight for it until a river of blood was shed.

When he found the next fairy bead, it was two months later.

He picked up an orange fairy bead wrapped in mud on the side of the road.

He was even more speechless.

The first one still had some value, but this one was simply treated as rubbish, with no one picking it up.

What a waste!

He muttered, wiped the mud off the beads, and carefully put them away.

At this point, he already has three fairy beads, orange, cyan, and blue, and is only missing four.

He continued to search, but seemed to have bad luck. For three months, he found nothing.

He just searched all the way, heading towards the extreme end of the Western Wilderness.

At the end of the East China Sea is a sea where the inheritance of Fuso exists.

The extreme end of the Western Wilderness is not a sea area, but a piece of land, extending from the northern part of the Western Wilderness to the west, with no end in sight. It is a prehistoric land, and many of the sacred mountains of the prehistoric clan are there.

And it is said that further west, there are many ancient alien races and descendants of gods.

Last time in Xuanhuang Tower, many such forces appeared.

Tang Hao walked around the Western Wilderness. After finding nothing, he headed towards the end of the Western Wilderness.

A few days later, he had approached the boundary of cultivators' activities, and further ahead was the sphere of influence of those ancient sacred mountains.

"Zhu Rong?"

In Chifang City, a city on the border, Tang Hao heard a lot of news about ancient alien races.

One of the messages caught his attention.

The last time Xuanhuang Pagoda was born, a foreign race appeared at the end of the Western Wilderness. Their surname was Zhu Rong, and they were said to be from the ancient witch race.

Tang Hao was startled, and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, a charming, enchanting, and peerless beauty.

It was the fifth generation master of the golden cauldron, Zhu Rongyu.

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