The Mightiest Little Peasant

Pangu, the eight wild lands.

The sky is full of flying divine lights.

Majestic cities appeared everywhere in the Eight Wastelands.

These are the ancient cities of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Thousand Tribes, refined by the ancestors of all tribes. Each ancient city is the foundation of a tribe.

Normally, these ancient cities are hidden in the void or in formations, but now, they are all revealed.

Then, they soared into the sky one after another and flew towards the sky.

In the Eight Wastelands, countless mortals and cultivators all raised their heads and looked at this scene with shocked expressions.

Such a scene has never appeared in Bahuang for thousands of years.

"The war is coming, in three years!"

"I heard that the strength of that extraterrestrial race is so terrifying that we can't stop it at all. It's over! Everything will be over!"

Many practitioners shouted.

Pessimism is spreading in all directions.

They all knew that if it hadn't been for the worst situation, how could the holy realm above have brought people from the Eight Wildernesses up there, and even requisitioned the ancient cities of all the tribes in the Eight Wildernesses.

"I wonder how Emperor Haotian is doing now?"

Some people thought of Emperor Haotian, the first person in their history and the first person to set foot in the holy realm.

"I heard that Emperor Haotian has already become a supreme being. He is the youngest supreme being in all eternity. He has also opened a dojo and has become the only supreme being in the holy realm who has been granted the title of master. He is very powerful!"

Someone said, with a look of wonder and reverence on his face.

Emperor Haotian is their pride.

"Hey! No matter how powerful the Haotian Emperor is, what's the use? The extraterrestrial races are too terrifying. The ancient hundreds of immortals, as well as the Ten Thousand Emperors, so many people died in their hands. Even the former leader of the hundred immortals, Wu Shi He also died in battle, can Emperor Haotian be spared?"

"In this battle, the Holy Realm cannot stop it at all. No matter how supreme or mortal, everyone will die, and this world will be wiped out."

Soon, someone said pessimistically.

Suddenly, a sigh sounded.

yes!

No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot reverse such a disparity in strength.

Even Wu Shi, the leader of the hundred ancient immortals, known as the Great Emperor, and the first person among the true immortals, died in battle. Even if Emperor Haotian respected him and could rival Wu Shi, so what?

"Three years! There are only three years left! Go back quickly and enjoy the last three years!"

Many people shook their heads, withdrew their gazes, and headed toward their mountain gates.

For a time, the entire Bahuang was shrouded in war clouds, and it was bleak.

In the sanctuary, it was a lively scene.

Every force and every cultivator is preparing for war, taking advantage of the last three years to improve their cultivation and magical powers.

The treasure house of the temple has long been opened, and batches of treasures have been transported out and distributed.

The temple elders rushed to all directions, visiting every force and making the final mobilization.

There are also many emperors and supreme beings who are busy creating humans day and night. As long as they can conceive, they can enter the divine wheel and be born. After a year, they will grow into eight calamity emperors and walk out of the divine wheel.

In this way, three years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, loud bells rang in the temple, echoing continuously throughout the entire sanctuary.

Upon hearing the bell, everyone in the sanctuary raised their heads with solemn expressions.

The ringing of the bell means that it is time to assemble and go to the battlefield of gods and demons.

"Junior brother, junior sister, you wait, wait until those nine-color bastards are killed, senior brother, I will come back!"

"Hahaha! The day has finally arrived, follow me, go up and kill the enemy!"

On the continents and islands, there are countless divine lights soaring into the sky, as well as war boats, ancient cities, and giant birds rising into the sky, all rushing towards the huge black hole in the sky.

There, a huge void passage has been opened, leading directly to the battlefield.

On the side of the sanctuary, ripples suddenly appeared in the originally empty void, and a sacred mountain shrouded in mist quietly appeared.

On the top of the sacred mountain, nine groups of bright divine lights appeared one after another.

It was a god's throne, with a hazy figure sitting on it, which was the ultimate god of the Spiritual Mountain.

Originally there were only seven, but now there are two more.

Below them, there are dense masses of divine light, and each ball of divine light is a descendant of a god.

They looked up to the sky, their expressions solemn and solemn.

"This battle is finally here!"

"Let's go!"

Those supreme gods sighed softly, and then they mobilized the entire sacred mountain together, turning into a bright and extremely bright divine light, flying upward into the sky.

At this moment, several sacred mountains appeared one after another in the other corner of the sanctuary. These sacred mountains were especially huge. Each of them was filled with huge descendants of the prehistoric times, including the ape clan, the lion clan, the tiger clan, and the bird clan. .

Ouch——!

Roar--!

Sky-shaking roars and roars came from these sacred mountains, rumbling and majestic.

Among these descendants of the prehistoric era, there are many extremely huge super beasts, reaching tens of millions of feet, which are the nine calamities of the prehistoric clan.

"Hmph! The Nine-Colored God Clan is nothing more than a bunch of lackeys! They are worthy of being called God Clan! They are not even qualified to carry shoes for my prehistoric clan!"

On a sacred mountain, a golden divine ape jumped out, and his body suddenly grew in size, reaching a height of tens of millions of feet. He stood in the void, looked at the battlefield above, and coldly snorted.

"Children, follow me! Kill all these lackeys!"

He raised his hands, lifted the sacred mountain above his head, and strode upwards.

Then, the other sacred mountains also started to move and followed closely.

Soon after, in another place, a continent quietly appeared.

There are cities all over this continent, and what is exuding here is not the aura of immortality, but the aura of ancient witches.

"The human race, the descendants of the gods, and the descendants of the prehistoric people have all gone, and it's time for us, the Wu clan, to leave."

Countless figures swept out of the city and looked at the sky above.

Then, underneath the continent, a figure suddenly appeared, tens of millions of feet tall, even bigger than the golden ape just now, and extremely terrifying.

His whole body was black, covered with dense talismans, and exuded an astonishing death aura.

This was originally an immortal-level ancient witch. After his death, his body was transformed into a witch corpse.

The next moment, another witch corpse of the same size appeared.

The two witch corpses stood in the void, and the corpse energy around them dispersed, which was very shocking.

"Walk!"

On the mainland above, a loud shout came from a witch tower.

The next moment, the two witch corpses moved, and a faint light appeared in their pupils. They picked up the continent and headed upward.

"That's the Mountain of Spirits... There are actually nine gods who have reached the realm. That's... the ancient divine ape. I've heard that it's the ape ancestor from Ape Mountain. In terms of strength, it's about the same as that black ape, maybe even stronger. a little."

"And that's... the Witch Clan!"

On Haotian Peak, Tang Hao stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the strange phenomena in all directions, and murmured.