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According to legend, only the descendants of the true God can have the ability to call the wind and rain in the realm of not becoming a god and becoming unholy.

10,000 years ago, when the Dark Turmoil broke out, a peerless genius came to the Land of the East China Sea, and he killed three kings at the same time with the Heavenly Realm, shocking the world.

And the means he used were the same as those of Fuzi.

Thinking of this, people breathed rapidly and their eyes were fixed on Fuzi.

The rain was pouring more and more, and it was falling loudly, but the strange thing was that such a heavy rain only shrouded that area, that battlefield, and Li Pu.

The raindrops fell into the earth and quietly dissipated, but a terrible scene followed, the place that had been drenched by the rain, as if it had been eroded by life, became black and rancid...

Li Pu opened up the golden world, there is a kind of inviolability, he stands there like this, the raindrops fall, but it is difficult to penetrate into his golden world.

"Thunder. Seeing this, Fuzi roared again, echoing in the nine heavens, he was dressed in red and lightly, his hair was flying, and his face was hideous, like a killing god descending here.

Wind, rain, thunder...

If one is not mistaken, the next thing is most likely electricity.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, this is the power of the five elements that surpasses the five elements between heaven and earth, if these four forces appear together, there will be a great horror picture.

In the past, this method was full of mystery and awe.

Thundered!

Between the dark clouds, the thunder roared, endlessly, and the terrifying thunder power was flickering, undulating, intertwined among the clouds, clearly visible, and the destructive power seemed to penetrate down in the next moment, destroying the earth.

"Call me. Fuzi roared again, and after his roar, the heavens, rain, thunder and lightning gathered.

The dark clouds were black, as if they were about to collapse the sky, and the power of wind, rain, thunder and lightning rolled and reverberate.

In a flash, time seems to have returned to ancient times, to the years when chaos was pervasive and Hongmeng was still the same.

Heaven and earth have never been opened, everything is in the bud, until one day, a powerful figure comes here, and he has exhausted his infinite strength to create this vast land and sky.

He is the only god of creation in the ages, and he is also the only true immortal in this land and sky.

The wind howled, the rain poured out, and thunder and dots rolled among the clouds, as if the next moment they would seep down and destroy the land.

This kind of strength, this kind of means, this kind of attack, is too shocking, everyone can not calm down, clenched their hands, staring at the sky, staring at the red figure.

His strength is deeply imprinted in people's hearts.

"Celestial bodies .."

"It's over, this generation of celestial bodies is coming to an end. ”

"It is very likely that the Son of Heaven is a descendant of the true God! and the realm is two levels higher than that of the celestial body. ”

"Huh... Is the heavens really going to exterminate the celestial veins?" someone whispered, with regret.

For a long time, a long time, what history records is always how the celestial bodies conquer the unknown road, how to protect the world, and calm the turmoil.

However, now, after thousands of years, this vein has been abandoned by heaven and earth, ridiculed by people, they have become the only waste, and their glory years have long been dissipated in the long river of time.

It's a kind of sadness.

Who ever remembered the figure that stood before the eons of time? He created the world, he worked for it, he witnessed the origin of life, he was the God of creation for all eternity.

Who would have thought that when the darkness and turmoil came, there would always be such a golden figure, he stood at the forefront, his figure was not tall, but they held up the sky.

A long time has passed, generation after generation of them are like moths to the fire to the unknown road, they have built the strongest barrier with blood, they have been fighting all their lives, and they have been trying to quell the turmoil all their lives.

"Celestial bodies .." People were silent, clasping their hands.

No matter how powerful they were in the past and how brilliant they were, they have finally become a thing of the past, this vein has declined, they cannot rise, and they have no ability to calm the turmoil.

It is undeniable that this is the reality, but it is also a brutal reality.

Under the storm, Li Pu stood quietly, his face was calm, everything was peaceful, the golden world seemed to have encountered great resistance, at this moment it was compressed, trembling, fearful, and slowly shrinking.

Li Pu was silent.

Such a person, such a person, is too powerful, not at the same level as himself, and his identity is really amazing!

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of another figure, in the past war, the lark had also used such a method, but it was not as good as Fuzi.

"Is this Tianwei?" Li Pu whispered, silently feeling the coming of the storm, feeling the power of Tianwei, under such a force, he was as small as a mustard, as if a passerby's kick could kick him into the bottomless abyss.

But so what?

He's a celestial body!

"I am a disciple of Wuji, a worldly celestial body. Li Pu whispered, deep in his heart, as if a fire was slowly burning.

"I am a disciple of Wuji, a worldly celestial body. His voice gradually rose, as if telling many people such a fact, as if reminding himself of something.

"I am a disciple of Wuji, a worldly celestial body. He roared angrily, and a powerful momentum erupted at this moment, piercing through the entire heavens.

He remembered the fact that he came from Mount Wuji, a former holy place with indelible glory.

He also remembered that he was a celestial body, an invincible vein since ancient times, and in the past, no matter what kind of strong enemy he faced, he had never taken a step back, and now he could not retreat.

Even, he remembered the old men, their hopeful eyes, their tired, cloudy, but hopeful eyes.

Before leaving, they earnestly told them what was the glory they were guarding with their lives? Wasn't it such a moment?

After 10,000 years, every generation of Wuji's disciples hopes that this declining mountain will regain its glory, isn't it also such a moment?

Wuji disciple, the celestial body of the world.

All the powerful beliefs turned into infinite power, burning in Li Pu's body, he once again stretched out the golden world, golden pupils, swept the stormy world at a glance, he didn't see a single point.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

He clenched his hands and put away the sword of the black dragon, this sword was not the sword he wanted, nor was it the divine weapon he wanted, his divine weapon was the crescent moon.

There was a humming sound, and the crescent moon emerged from his body, levitating above his head, and wisps of black and white light fell.

Li Pu raised his head, the corners of his mouth raised, but he smiled.

And people seemed to feel something, they couldn't help but open their eyes wide, staring at Li Pu deadly, and at the same time, they also felt the fighting spirit from the celestial bodies, as well as the strong belief in those two sentences.

Invincible disciple, a celestial body in the world.

At this moment, everyone remembered these two sentences.

Peng!

The golden world is getting bigger and bigger, holding up from the storm and shining half of the sky, but compared to the storm, such a small world still seems very small.

Fuzi sneered, hideous, he waved his big hand, and the thunder and lightning between the dark clouds rumbled down, mighty and mighty, each of which was incomparably thick, like a waterfall of the Nine Heavens Galaxy falling down, and the power of destruction was surging endlessly, as if it was going to destroy the entire earth.

People suffocated and quickly exited the place.

However, what no one noticed was that such attacks and battles seemed to have long gone beyond the scope of the Tongtian Realm, and what was even more strange was that the entire Ancient Heroic Spirit Land did not descend divine power to suppress all this.

"What are you fighting me for?" Fu Zi roared.

The thunder and lightning slashed and suppressed the expansion of the golden world, and it also penetrated there at this moment, and a few wisps of raindrops fell on Li Pu's shoulders, turning into a corrupt force that was eroding his body.

Li Pu didn't speak, his clothes were hunting, he was still very calm, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and stared at the red figure.

In the past, he had even killed the king, would he still be afraid of such a you?

The raindrops followed, penetrating here, drop after drop, falling on Li Pu's body, and soon, most of his body was eroded, and a thick black mist filled the air, which looked particularly terrifying.