Chapter 1868

In the sky, there was a constant fall of brilliance, and figures appeared one after another.

They stood over the square, overlooking the four directions.

Everyone exudes a startling radiance, just like a round of bright stars in the air.

Each of them is the descendant of the oldest and most powerful orthodoxy. They are born with a prominent identity and surpass this continent.

They are the eldest childe of thirty-three days!

They are not necessarily young. Some may be over a hundred years old and have been designated as the younger generation, but without exception, they are all powerful and unfathomable.

Some of the younger ones are also known as the young supreme and are famous all over the world.

"Fifteen!"

Tang Hao looked up and counted. He was a little surprised.

There are only thirty-three eldest sons of the heavens in total. Now there are fifteen. Even if they come separately, it's amazing enough.

"Prince Taixu..."

"God curse childe..."

"And the young rosefinch..."

Tang Hao's eyes scanned the people back and forth.

Among these eldest CHILDES, these are the youngest and most famous, and they know more.

"A little powerful!"

Tang Hao looked around and said secretly.

At present, he has no way to know the strength of these people's noumenon, but just a separate body has such momentum. The noumenon must be more powerful, and even he is not sure of winning.

"It's worthy of being the descendant of the thirty-three days. Compared with it, it's still a lot worse. However, if you only talk about talent, I'm afraid it's not bad. The difference is orthodoxy and inside information."

Soon, Tang Hao had a clearer understanding of the strength of these young talents.

Childe Taixu and others are the first echelon, with strong talent and deep background. They are figures standing on the top of the pyramid of the younger generation.

The night jiuxuan and the gang of the evil spirits of the yuan family who met before, together with Captain Chi Xuan and Liu Heihu, are regarded as the second echelon. They have the same strong talent, but they are worse in terms of background. Compared with the first echelon, this group has a lot more people.

Next, there are the holy sons of all ethnic groups, which can be regarded as the third echelon, with a large number.

If you put it in a wasteland or a place, these are all extremely talented people who can dominate one side, but if you put it in the whole Pangea, it's nothing.

"What level am I now?"

Tang Haosheng estimated and frowned.

With his current strength, he may not be comparable to the Taixu childe, but compared with ye jiuxuan and others, he has to be on the front line, that is, between the first echelon and the second echelon, neither up nor down.

"It's not enough!"

Tang Hao sighed.

However, he was not upset. These people are the most powerful and oldest inheritors of Taoism in the world. They have stood at the peak since they were born. However, he was born on a declining planet such as the earth.

It's not easy to climb to this height all the way.

Besides, now that he came alone, many cards have been left in the lower boundary. For example, if he wants to fight these princes of heaven in the future, he has to call back his separation.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Hao took his mind, cast his eyes on the door of creation and waited patiently.

In a few hectares, from the top of the main peak, there are many lights falling.

"Here comes the palm teacher!"

The crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

"Welcome to Zhang Jiao!"

Then, everyone in the square bowed and called.

It was the leader of the door of fortune and the other elders in the door who came.

"Creator!"

Tang Hao looked up and glanced away.

The leader of the fortune sect has always inherited the title of fortune maker, and now this one is the same. However, compared with those fortune makers in front of him, this one is much weaker, and his strength is a little shabby.

"You're welcome!"

The son of fortune fell, rolled his sleeve and robe, and shouted.

He has white beard and white hair. He looks about seventy years old. His face is thin and his eyes are silent. He has a cold and indifferent temperament.

He glanced around and frowned slightly when he saw the great princes of the heavens.

But soon, he returned to business as usual and shouted in all directions: "it's the time of another year's ceremony, and the door of creation, the door of creation, is open again. No matter where you come from, we welcome the door of creation."

"However, as the saying goes, nature has spirit. Whether you can get anything in this ceremony depends on your own nature!"

"Thank you, master of fortune!"

The eldest childe is polite and sincere.

Chuang huazi smiled, turned around, raised his hand and revealed a ring.

That is the religious relic of the gate of creation, and it is also the treasure that opens the gate of creation.

Under his urging, the ring burst into amazing brilliance, and the huge stone door also vibrated with it. Suddenly, with a bang, the stone door trembled and split from the middle, and the inside burst into brilliant brilliance.

"How dazzling!"

There was a cry in all directions, and everyone covered their eyes one after another.

Tang Hao was also shaken. He narrowed his eyes, trying to penetrate the crack and see the situation in the door.

However, no matter how he stares at his eyes, the situation in the door is hazy and can't see anything clearly.

"The door of fortune has been opened! The ceremony has officially begun. Please come forward in order and sacrifice treasures!"

The creator shouted loudly.

"Go!"

The disciples in the square lined up and rushed towards the door.

Those foreign disciples rushed ahead, followed by formal disciples, and Tang Hao and other miscellaneous servants followed.

But those people stood quietly in mid air, as if they were in no hurry.

"All ancestors and ancestors must bless my disciple for my good fortune and great fortune."

"Old ancestor, you must bless the disciples. If the disciples get fortune, they must serve the sect and restore our fortune tradition!"

Many disciples put their hands together and kept praying.

Even Gao Dayong and others were so pious that they closed their eyes.

"Is it useful?"

Tang Hao is curious.

"Hey! Of course it's useful. As the saying goes, nature has spirit. Our door of nature also has spirit. It's better to pray than not to pray!" Gao Dayong opened his eyes and said.

Tang Hao burst into laughter.

"Hey! Don't believe it. I tell you, the gate of creation is really mysterious and spiritual. Generally speaking, the treasures invested are almost the same. Our disciples are more lucky than those foreign disciples and can get better treasures."

Gao Dayong said.

"Really?"

Tang Hao was stunned.

"Of course!" Gao Dayong patted his chest and vowed to be honest.

"Interesting!"

Tang Hao rubbed his chin, and a look of thinking appeared in his eyes.