Chapter 1088

Over the past few days, there are more and more people.

Around Wanren mountain, there are people everywhere, and the market is crowded with people.

"Sell pills! A good elixir for returning to the spirit. If you take one, you will become powerful again. It is a necessary pill for going out to explore treasures!"

"Come and have a look! Magic weapons are on sale, and the whole audience is 10% off!"

Shouts come and go, and the excitement is incomparable.

In front of each shop, there are many people, and the business is very hot.

In addition to pills and magic tools, there are also many fortune tellers who sell all kinds of transport symbols. This is completely killing people.

Tang Hao wanders around the market every day, but his attention is opposite.

The Terran and the descendants of Honghuang are separated by a river. The market is built by the river, and the territory of the descendants of Honghuang is opposite.

Every day, there is a giant beast flying in the sky and falling in the mountains over there. At ordinary times, you can also see all kinds of giant beasts walking over there.

There are many kinds of descendants of the flood and famine. The only thing in common is that they all have extremely ancient blood, natural supernatural powers and strong strength.

Many of them are species that have appeared in myths and legends. For example, the golden winged rocs and the nine headed eagles are extremely terrible.

These are the top beings of the descendants of the flood and famine, who are qualified to live on the sacred mountain.

The black tigers and blood lions are just the last ethnic group. They are barely qualified to become the descendants of the flood and famine, but they are not qualified to stay in the holy mountain.

Every day, people look at the huge beasts across the sky and marvel.

In their eyes, these are terrible creatures to be feared.

However, in Tang Hao's eyes, it is a completely different perspective.

"Wow, the wings must be delicious!"

"Wow! A lion with three heads can make three plates of braised lion heads!"

In his eyes, these are the best ingredients. He looks at these ingredients every day and thinks about how to eat them.

Thinking, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Write it down, write it down!"

He carefully wrote down all his practices in his notebook.

Braised lion's head, steamed giant turtle, three delicacies snake soup... He wrote down the dishes one by one, and he took time to prepare all the spices.

In the early morning of this day, there was finally news that the entrance was about to open today.

Suddenly, the whole mountain was a sensation, and countless people rolled up their bedding and rushed towards the entrance.

The entrance is in a canyon. The Terrans occupy the left and the descendants of the flood and famine occupy the right.

On the Terran side, there are several elders, not the sect leader, but the elders of various forces. On the opposite side, there is an old turtle.

The tortoise was so big that it had to break the cliffs on both sides and broaden the canyon. Only then could it be accommodated. Its body was covered with thick rock layers and moss.

The old turtle closed his eyes as if he were dozing off.

This is the Baxia family, from the southern holy mountain.

It is said that this beast is a descendant of the real dragon. It is a combination of turtles and dragons. Its strength is quite terrible.

This end is the patrol angel of the southern holy mountain.

The crowd poured in from the mouth of the canyon and came near. There was also a huge beast on the opposite side, and the two sides faced each other from a distance.

"Hum! A group of reptiles!"

From time to time there were contemptuous grunts from the herd.

In the eyes of their descendants, the human race is humble and just a group of two legged reptiles.

Smell speech, the Terran side is a little angry.

"Hum! What a big breath! I'll play with you later! See who is the reptile!"

With a roar, a figure fell from the sky, dressed in Dark Armor and carrying an ancient and clumsy sword. It was Luo Tianzi.

"And me! I want to see what you Honghuang people can do!"

The Taoist priest Changsheng followed closely.

They stood in front of the crowd, staring coldly at each other.

As a great Taoist, they are not afraid of these descendants.

"Yo! Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Luo Tian, a genius of Changsheng and Liangjiao!"

On the opposite side, a huge black carving came and landed on the cliff, looking down from a high position. This sculpture is very strange. It has nine heads. It is a family of nine headed eagles.

"Ha ha! What kind of genius are they? They're all beaten to pieces by the one surnamed Qin. They deserve to be called geniuses, too?"

Another cold hum, a golden light came, and a figure of Three Lions appeared near.

The whole body is golden, with thick mane and incomparable power.

The lion laughed and said contemptuously, "I think they have to call waste firewood. There are so many people, but even one guy can't die. If you gave it to us, the Qin would have died!"

In the camp of Honghuang descendants, a roar of laughter broke out immediately.

The faces of the two Taoist priests sank and became extremely ugly.

"Will you be his opponent? If you meet him, the end will be worse!" Luo Tiandao ridiculed.

"Hum! If he dares to come, I'll slap him to death! He's a fart in front of my noble descendants!" The lion disdained.

The one surnamed Qin is a bit powerful. It is said that even the leader can't do anything, but in fact, he has a powerful means, which makes the leader afraid.

But in addition, there is nothing else. Is the body strong? Can his descendants be strong?

What else is the original baby? It's also an antique. It's nothing in front of his powerful descendants!

The reason why the man surnamed Qin is still alive is that he hasn't met them yet.

"Ho! What a big breath! Do you want to fight now!"

Luo Tianzi said angrily, and Luo Tianjian was buzzing and trembling behind him.

"Fight, who is afraid of who!"

The lion roared and was terrified of war.

"All right, keep it down! Go in and talk!" The old men made a noise, which temporarily eased the situation.

With the continuous arrival of the two sides, the atmosphere of confrontation is escalating and the sword is drawn.

On the Terran side, Tang Hao met many acquaintances. Basically, the younger generation came. Even Na Ji Wu was riding the black Python and fell from the sky.

On the opposite side, the flood and famine ethnic groups appeared, including Golden winged rocs, six eared macaques and Dijiang people

They were perched on the top of the cliff with great momentum.

After a short confrontation, the old men looked up at the sky and shouted, "it's noon. Go in!"

After talking, he leaned over and let go.

Ji Wushou shot the black Python like electricity. On the opposite side, the golden winged ROC also came. They arrived almost at the same time. After a move, they got into the crack.

"Go!"

A group of Taoists followed and rushed into it with the elite of the descendants of the flood and famine.

After these people went in, it was the turn of the big army.

Tang Hao got caught in the crowd and squeezed in.