The key to the paradise of gods and demons?

Li Pu smiled, narrowed his gaze, he looked at the sky, and then looked at the people who were here today.

From ancient times to the present, for the sake of such a void, I don't know if it exists, how many strong people in the land of Kyushu have been killed?

Generations of celestial bodies have fought here, spilling their blood, and some people have never returned.

There are too many people dead.

By now, the land of Kyushu has sunk and there is nothing left.

Hand it over?

It was just a joke.

Li Pu was silent, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he swept over a group of them in a playful manner.

The land of Kyushu has sunk, there is nothing, only some of them are left alive, and only the golden book of heaven remains.

From the moment he prepared for the big battle, he didn't think about compromise, either he would die here in battle, or the powerhouses of the upper realm would be destroyed here.

As for any conspiracy, he was too tired.

"Are you going to go up one by one, or together?" Li Pu said.

"Celestials, do you really want to be obsessed?" said the strong man of Qiulong Mountain coldly, standing above the sky, they looked down like a high god's mansion.

The meaning of the words is quite high-end, and it seems to be pitying the celestial bodies.

"In today's battle, you will definitely die, why should you harm yourself for a trumped-up key?" the strong man of the Xuanyuan family also said.

"Needless to say, if you want to fight, you will fight. Li Pu raised his head, his bright voice echoed in the sky, he opened his eyes, and a golden glow appeared, and a touch of the world's momentum was undoubtedly revealed.

At this moment, he seemed invincible.

People were awe-inspiring, breathing rapidly, looking at him nervously.

The disciple of Wuji was even more boiling, and Lan Yanyan was inexplicably excited.

And the people of Kyushu descendants clenched their hands and held their breath.

The land of Kyushu has sunk, and there is no new power in the sky, and perhaps, their height is limited to this.

But there is another celestial body in Wuji, and he is still very young.

Everyone knows that if there is anyone else in the land of Kyushu who can win the world, then this person is none other than Li Pu.

The breeze was whistling, with a bit of coolness, and it also rolled up some dust on the ground, waving in the air.

Li Pu stood there quietly, his gray clothes were hunting, his thick black hair was falling down his shoulders, and the whole person had an indescribable sense of déjà vu.

Behind him, the woman plucked the strings, the music was high and low, the green mountains were clear, and the clear water flowed for a long time, setting him off like an invincible existence before the ages.

If you want to fight, you will fight.

The concise four words, I don't know how many people's voices and dreams have been broken, that is the voice of all the descendants of Kyushu!

"If you want to fight, you will fight. Someone whispered and slowly raised his head.

"Today is not a battle between the celestial bodies and the upper realm, but a battle between the land of my Kyushu and the upper realm. ”

"Well said, how can such a big battle be without me?" A young cultivator stood up, his realm was not high, it was only the Heavenly Realm, but he was hot, and his eyes were full of battle intent.

"Haha, I already saw that this group of grandsons was not pleasing to the eye, and the uncle is here. "A middle-aged fat man, one tumbling into the battlefield.

"Hey, you're all gone, what should I do?" someone shouted, and walked out in desperation.

"Today is not a battle between the celestial bodies and the upper realm, but a battle between my Kyushu and the upper realm, that's a good point."

"I'll come too. ”

"Damn, my realm is too low, what should I do. ”

"Don't be afraid, we will win, and if you are in a low realm, they also have a low realm!"

"Haha, it's reasonable. ”

One after another, cultivators came out one by one, they were of different ages, different in appearance, tall, short, fat and thin, some strong and some weak.

The strongest has reached the Imperial Road Sendai One, and the weakest is nothing more than the Ming Five Tong Realm.

Such a lineup is not strong, and it even looks disorganized, but for some reason, everyone seems to see an ancient giant resurrected.

Invisibly, a boiling blood