Chapter 1870 Mr. Taixu

"clang!"

The bell rang, and another ray of light rushed out from the Gate of Creation.

"It's Dan!"

Everyone took a closer look and let out a low voice.

It was clearly an elixir bottle, and it must contain elixirs, but I just didn’t know what kind of elixirs were inside.

From the beginning of the ceremony to now, hundreds of people have passed through, and they have obtained a variety of things, including a lot of elixirs. Although they are all ancient elixirs, the differences are still very big.

Some are more precious, and even now they are rare elixirs, so they are of high value. Some are of mediocre grade, but they are just ordinary elixirs, which means blood loss.

The disciple standing in front of the door hesitated for a while, then stepped forward to take it and opened the bottle cap.

Suddenly, the bottle trembled violently, and a divine light shot into the sky.

At the same time, the sound of babies crying was heard.

"Look! It's a baby!"

"It's Dan Ying! This Dan... has become a spirit!"

Everyone immediately exclaimed and their expressions changed drastically.

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then laughed, showing a look of ecstasy.

No matter what kind of elixir this is, as long as it becomes a spirit, it will be a priceless treasure.

"Where to run!"

He rushed up in a hurry, grabbed the baby, put it away in a hurry, and then retreated with satisfaction.

This time, he made a lot of money!

"This guy is lucky!"

"A refined ancient elixir is definitely comparable to a magical elixir. If it is a high-level elixir, its effect will be several times stronger."

Everyone was talking with envy in their tone.

Even Tang Hao couldn't help but glance at the foreign disciple a few times, his eyes a little eager.

"What a baby!"

Tang Hao muttered.

In the starry sky of the lower realm, whether it is elixirs or plants, it is easier to become an elixir, but in this Pangu Continent, it is not easy to become an elf. This is the first time Tang Hao has seen an elixir that can become an elf since he came to Pangu Continent.

Tang Hao was a little itchy, thinking about when to hit this guy with a stick and rob him.

He even wanted to rob everyone here.

In his eyes, these clan geniuses and the proud men of the Thirty-three Heavens were all fat sheep. He had been thinking about them since the first time he saw them.

But after struggling for a long time, Tang Hao sighed and gave up the idea.

If we really touch these people, they will be hunted down by the whole world again.

Especially those who are thirty-three days old are even more difficult to mess with than those clans.

"Alas! What a pity!"

When he thought that he had just passed by a lot of treasures, Tang Hao couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh with regret.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Gao Dayong on the side saw it and couldn't help but wonder.

Brother Shi is doing well, why are you sighing!

"It's nothing, I'm just a little envious!"

Tang Hao said quickly.

"Alas!" When Gao Dayong heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and cursed, "How come these turtles are so lucky! If I have such luck, I will make a fortune!"

The servant disciples around him also became indignant.

Although they are all handymen, they all regard themselves as disciples of the Creation Sect, and they have always been uncomfortable with these foreign disciples.

The square was boiling for a while, and then someone came forward, and the ceremony continued.

Soon, all the clan disciples took their turn, and the Thirty-Three-Three-Day People began to take the stage.

The people from those clans all came by one person, but the people from Thirty Three Days were different. There were seven or eight people who came, and all of them carried a lot of treasures, much more than the disciples of those clans.

At least two or three times, that is, three to four billion crystals, more than three hundred thousand vegetation, plus three to four thousand robbery weapons, Tang Hao was speechless.

However, even if they invest a lot, their luck seems to be no different from that of those clan disciples. They are almost the same. Occasionally, they will produce a few useful treasures, but at most they are no more than the Night Clan's imperial weapon and the success star. The elixirs of Jing were the same, and no better treasures appeared.

There were not many people on Thirty-three Days, and they passed by quickly.

But the fifteen lords of the heavens remained motionless, standing in the air, looking down coldly, with no intention of ending.

The formal disciples of the sect watched for a moment, then stepped forward and poured in the treasures one after another.

Compared to the foreign disciples before, the treasures these disciples took out were much shabby. The crystals were in the millions, and occasionally there were tens of millions, but they were rare. The vegetation ranged from thousands to tens of thousands.

As for hijack weapons, there are even fewer.

After all, there are large clans standing behind those foreign disciples. They are huge and have profound knowledge, which cannot be compared to the small disciples of the Creation Sect.

However, although they cast less, their luck was not bad. Treasures such as high-level robbery weapons, rare elixirs, and high-level spiritual materials emerged from the door from time to time, attracting cheers from the square and enthusiastic disciples. high.

"Another weapon of seven tribulations!"

"A bottle of ancient soul-boosting pill!"

"Oh my god! Look, that is an eight-tribulation weapon! It seems to be an imperial weapon!"

When another imperial weapon appeared, the whole square was boiling.

"Haha! This is the spirit of our ancestors!"

"Not bad!"

Creation Son and all the elders couldn't help but smile.

No matter how good those treasures were before, they belonged to others. What comes out now belongs to his creation gate. Naturally, the more treasures like this, the better.

After the Imperial Artifact, many more treasures were born, which made the atmosphere in the square continue to rise.

There were tens of thousands of disciples in this group, and it took several hours for them all to pass through.

"It's our turn!"

A group of handyman disciples rushed forward excitedly.

However, at this moment, the figures in the air suddenly moved. One of the figures standing on the dragon's back suddenly swayed and disappeared out of thin air. When it reappeared, it was already in front of the Gate of Creation.

This man's whole body is shrouded in dazzling divine light, like a god's mansion. He is none other than the eldest son of Taixu Tian!

Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around and took a look, slightly startled.

Aren’t these handymen!

Why are they coming here?

When will handymen become eligible to participate in the ceremony?

But he didn't care, and his expression quickly returned to indifference. Let alone the handymen, even the group of formal disciples were like ants in his eyes.

"roll!"

He drank coldly.

All the servants stopped immediately and remained silent.

"What a big rack!"

Tang Hao was a little angry and muttered.

Mr. Taixu was about to turn around when he heard this sound. He paused. His eyes turned and pierced towards Tang Hao like cold lightning.

There was a roar in all directions, a little boiling.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

Is there anyone in this world who dares to disobey the dignified eldest son of Tai Xutian?

Moreover, this is just a handyman?

"This guy...is an idiot!"

Everyone looked at him, sneered, and their eyes became a little pitiful. In their eyes, this poor handyman disciple was already a dead man!