"What happened! Someone stole Mr. Bukong's Wushi Demon-Suppressing Bell. Now Mr. Bukong has already reached the temple!"

"Damn it! Who is so awesome and dares to steal the things of the young master?"

"Hi! That's that Tang Hao, that crazy boy from the lower world!"

"So it's him! He is really not afraid of death. He dares to kill the elders of the prehistoric temple in the lower realm. Now, he dares to steal the young master's things. Now he is in trouble!"

An amazing news spread quickly in the Sanctuary.

At first, there were a number of sacred mountains and islands above the holy land, and then continued to spread downwards.

The major forces are gradually boiling.

"Let's go! Go to the temple and take a look!"

"Haha! The two monsters finally met. They are from the same clan. There is a good show to watch!"

After hearing this, the cultivators were a little excited.

Regarding this monster from the lower realm, people have been talking about it for a long time before, and many people are discussing which one is stronger than the five major prefaces of their holy realm.

But it was just a discussion before. After so long, no sutra came forward to meet the monster in the lower realm. Obviously, he did not take this monster in the lower realm seriously.

Now, there is finally a conflict, and they can see what it is.

"I dare to steal the demon-suppressing clock of the young master. That kid is really crazy. I admire him a little!"

"It seems that the boy really didn't take the Tang clan seriously!"

On the way to the temple, the cultivators were discussing enthusiastically.

What they said was that boy was so crazy, and no one talked about it.

Because, there is no suspense at all.

That kid is a monster, but his cultivation is too low. He only had six orifices when he was in the upper realm more than a year ago. He probably hasn't reached the seven orifices now. How can he be the opponent of Mr. Bukong, who has become a half-step supreme?

What I want to see this time is how long can that kid be in the hands of Mr. Bukong?

The longer he persists, the stronger his talent is.

"What? I'm not here anymore? Going to Mount Meteor?"

When they rushed to the temple excitedly, they were all stunned.

The person is no longer there.

After asking, I realized that not long ago, Tang Hao went out and went to Mount Yindao.

And Mr. Bukong and others also went there.

"Yuedao Mountain! It seems that I won't be able to fight for a while!"

All the cultivators were a little depressed.

The place of Mount Yundao is extremely sacred in the holy realm. No one dares to blaspheme it. Even the supreme one dares not violate the regulations and set foot at will, let alone the Tang clan, Bukong Master.

They could only wait in front of the Ice Road Mountain and wait for the boy to come out.

And that kid just entered, it will definitely take two or three days to come out.

"Let's go! Go to Mount Meteor!"

They still rushed to Mount Yundao.

There were already many cultivators gathered there, and they saw that there were Taoist platforms near the gate of Yundao Mountain, all of which were like them, watching the fun.

And in the middle is the Tang clan's real dragon divine boat.

The man on the bow of the ship emitted a glow like the scorching sun all over his body, but he was Mr. Bukong.

"This meteorological mountain is also a touchstone. You can see the strength of your talent. When Mr. Bukong entered meteorological mountain, he obtained the inheritance of the Daluo Golden Immortal. That time, thousands of lamps were lit up, illuminating the sky, but shocked the entire holy realm!"

Some practitioners looked at the Mount Moon Dao, Tao.

"Yes! That time was so shocking. Thousands of lights were on, and they hadn't been released a few times in thousands of years!"

The cultivators from all directions nodded and agreed.

In Yundao Mountain, many people left behind the inheritance, including ancient gods, true immortals, and hundreds of immortals, they must have tens of thousands of inheritances, but these are all ancient powerful people and truly outstanding people, with very picky eyes.

It is not easy for ordinary practitioners to enter and have a Taoist lamp light up, which means that they are very talented and belong to the genius.

If you have ten glasses, that's amazing. You are the best among geniuses.

If a hundred lights are shining, it will be a monster, which means that a true immortal has taken a fancy to him and turned on the lights for him.

Because, there are less than a hundred immortal-level lamps.

If two hundred lights are bright, it would be even more amazing. It is a top monster.

Like Mr. Bukong, who is full of lights, is a monster that is unparalleled!

The other prefaces were not as good as this one in Moondao Mountain, and the most one was only about nine hundred.

That time, the grand occasion of the lights of thousands of lights was really sensational.

"I wonder how many lights can that kid turn on?"

Some practitioners are excited and authentic.

This is a good opportunity. From this number of lamps, you can see the kid's talent simply and clearly.

If you compare yourself with Mr. Bukong, you will know who is stronger and who is weaker.

"That kid is quite a demon. I think it's not a problem for five hundred cloves!"

"I think so, so can I become Pangu's number one and even kill Xu Mie old man. Can I lose some talent? I think there must be more than seven hundred cups, which is similar to the lowest one!"

The cultivators started a heated discussion.

After a while, the cultivators reached a consensus.

Seven hundred cups are probably the final result.

The worst performer among the five major prefaces is the seven hundred and fifty lamps!

No matter how talented that kid is, he is only at this level!

"Look! Another light up!"

"Fifty cups!"

While discussing, the cultivators looked up at the sacred mountain.

Although the sacred mountain was covered by clouds and mist, it was impossible to see the situation inside, once a light inside was lit, the divine light could penetrate the clouds and mist and shine out.

At this moment, there were already fifty bright lights in the clouds, which means that fifty Taoist lamps were lit up for the boy.

"It's only fifty, and I'm still here with Baixian, so it's early!"

The cultivators were not in a hurry and waited patiently.

On the sacred mountain, hundreds of immortals are the lowest level, and upwards are the true immortals, and then there are the golden immortals, and then the Daluo golden immortals...

What they know is that there are indeed many Taoist lanterns left, but in the past ten thousand years, no one has ever lit up. It is said that they are all real ancient gods and the Taoist lanterns left by the ancient immortal emperor.

Among those Taoist lamps, there are supreme immortal magic hidden.

But these are just rumors, no one knows whether it is true or not.

Because at that level, few cultivators can walk up.

Just like Mr. Bukong, he eventually stopped at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal. Going up further, it was like encountering an invisible wall and could no longer go up.

While waiting, more and more practitioners arrived.

In all directions of the Holy Land, divine lights kept coming up. Some of them set out on the Taoist platform, some moved out on the Taoist palace, and they were just standing in front of the Taoist Mountain.

They all wanted to see how many lights the monster named Tang Hao could illuminate in the end and whether it could reach the five major sequential levels.

At the same time, they were more looking forward to the battle with Mr. Bukong after he walked out of the Mount of Meteor!
Chapter completed!