A few days passed, and more and more people were coming.

There are people everywhere around Wanren Mountain, and the market is even more crowded, with a crowd of people.

"Selling pills! The best spirit-returning pills will make you become a dragon spirit and a tiger again. They are the essential pills for going out to explore treasures!"

"Come and have a look! The magic weapon is sold at a 10% discount!"

The shouts were heard one after another, and they were extremely lively.

There are many people surrounding each shop, and the business is extremely hot.

In addition to elixirs and magic tools, there are also many fortune tellers and various fortune-telling talismans, which are completely slaughtering people.

Tang Hao stayed in the market every day, but his attention was on the opposite side.

The human race and the descendants of the prehistoric world are bounded by a river, occupying one side, and the market is built on the river, and opposite is the territory of the descendants of the prehistoric world.

Every day, giant beasts fly in the sky and land in the mountains there. You can usually see giant beasts of various colors walking there.

There are many kinds of descendants of the prehistoric world, all kinds of which are different. The only similarity is that they are extremely ancient bloodlines, born with magical powers, and powerful strength.

Many of them are species that have appeared in myths and legends, such as the Golden-winged Roc tribe and the Nine-Headed Eagle tribe, all of which are extremely terrifying existences.

These are the top existences among the descendants of the prehistoric clan and are qualified to live on the sacred mountain.

And the black tiger and blood lion clan are just the last generation, and they are barely qualified to become a descendant of the prehistoric world, but they are not qualified to stay in Shenshan.

Every day, people show a look of marvel at the giant beast passing by in the sky.

In their eyes, these are terrifying creatures worthy of fear.

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

"Wow! What a big bird, braised wings must be delicious!"

"Wow! Three-headed lions can be made into three plates of braised lion heads!"

In his eyes, these are the best ingredients. When he looks at these ingredients every day, he is thinking about how to eat them.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Tell me, write it down!"

He carefully wrote down all his practices in his notebook.

Braised lion's head, steamed giant turtle, three fresh snake soup... He recorded each dish one by one, and he took the time to prepare all the seasonings.

Early this morning, news finally came, and the entrance was about to open today.

In an instant, the entire mountain range was sensational, and countless people rolled up the bedding and rushed towards the entrance.

The entrance is in a canyon, with human race occupying the left, and a descendant of the prehistoric race occupying the right.

On the human side, several old men were established, not the leader, but the elders of various forces, and an old turtle was entrenched on the other side.

The turtle was so big that it had to shatter the cliffs on both sides and widen the canyon. Only then could it be accommodated, with thick rock layers and moss on its body.

The old turtle closed his eyes, as if dozing off.

This is the Baxia clan, from the southern sacred mountain.

It is said that this beast is a descendant of a real dragon, a combination of turtles and dragons, and its strength is quite terrifying.

And this end is the angel patrol of the southern sacred mountain.

The crowd rushed in from the entrance of the canyon and came close to it. Huge beasts rushed over from the opposite side, and the two sides confronted each other.

"Hmph! A bunch of crawlers!"

Contemptuous hums came from time to time in the group of beasts.

In the eyes of their descendants of the prehistoric tribe, the human race has low bloodline, but it is just a group of two-legged reptiles.

Hearing this, the human race was a little angry.

"Hmph! What a big tone! I will play with you later! See who is the crawler!"

With an angry shout, a figure fell from the sky, wearing a dark armor and carrying an ancient war sword, which was Luo Tiandaozi.

"And I am! I want to see what your prehistoric clan has!"

The Daozi of Changsheng followed closely.

They stood in front of the crowd and stared coldly at the opposite side.

As great sects, they are not afraid of these descendants of the prehistoric world at all.

"Yo! Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Luo Tian, ​​a genius from the two sects of Changsheng!"

Opposite, a huge black carving swept over and landed on the cliff, looking down from a high place. This carving is very strange, with nine heads, which are the nine-headed carving clan.

"Haha! All the geniuses have been abused by the Qin surnamed. Are they worthy of being called geniuses?"

Another cold snorted, a golden light came, and when we approached, a three-headed lion appeared.

The whole body is brilliant golden, with thick mane and extremely majestic.

The lion laughed and said contemptuously: "I think they have to be called useless people. There are so many people, but even one guy can't kill him. If he had to hand it over to us, the Qin surnamed would have died long ago!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the camp of descendants of the prehistoric times.

The two Taoists' faces darkened and became extremely ugly.

"Can you be his opponent? If you meet, the outcome will be even worse!" Luo Tiandaozi sneered.

"Hmph! If he dares to come, I will slap him to death with one palm! He is a big deal in front of my noble descendants of the prehistoric clan!" The lion said disdainfully.

The man surnamed Qin was a bit powerful, and it was said that even the leader could not do anything to him, but in fact, he was only a powerful method, which made the leader-level figures afraid.

But apart from that, there is nothing more. The body is strong? Can he have his descendants of the prehistoric world be powerful?

And that natal baby is also an old antique thing, it is nothing in front of his powerful descendants of the prehistoric clan!

The reason why the Qin surnamed can still survive is because he has not met them yet.

"Wow! What a big tone! Do you want to fight now?"

Luo Tiandaozi said angrily, and the Luo Tian sword behind him buzzed and trembled.

"Just fight, whoever is afraid of whom!"

The lion roared, with a shocking fighting spirit.

"Okay, just restrain yourself! Let's talk about it when you go in!" The old men spoke out, temporarily alleviating the situation.

As the two sides continued to arrive, the atmosphere of confrontation continued to escalate and tense.

On the human side, Tang Hao met many acquaintances, and basically the younger generation came. Even Ji Wu was driving the black python and descending from the sky.

On the opposite side, the prehistoric races appeared one by one, the golden-winged roc, the six-eared macaque, and the Dijiang clan...

They were entrenched above the cliff, with awesome momentum.

After confronting each other for a while, the old men looked up at the sky and shouted, "It's already noon, go in!"

After saying that, he turned sideways and gave in.

Ji Wukang received the black python and shot away like lightning. On the opposite side, the golden-winged roc also rushed over. The two arrived almost at the same time, and after a move, they got into the crack.

"Walk!"

A group of Taoist sons followed closely and rushed into it with the elites of the descendants of the prehistoric clan.

It was the turn of the army after these people entered.
Chapter completed!