This is a real sister.

Well, that's right, good sister Qingzhou.

People were dumbfounded, and the picture was very funny, but they just couldn't laugh.

In the sky, the lark laughed, and the laughter rolled back and forth.

Li Pu was also stunned, this sister, who had not seen her for twenty years, was a strong mess, which made him completely unacceptable.

As for the group of disciples of the Holy Gate, their faces were as dark as they were, and the Holy Son almost vomited blood.

This is a kiss robbery, a naked robbery, completely ignoring, and even other women did not agree, well, in Li Ping's opinion, it doesn't matter if you agree or not.

She's just going to rob it.

The silence lasted for a long time, and finally, the disciples of the Holy Gate came to their senses, and they were furious, and the anger in their hearts finally could not be suppressed, and gushed out.

Li Pu blackened his face, took a step, and slapped all the disciples of the Holy Gate who had been killed, coughing up blood one by one, and his face was pale, "You deceive people too much." The Holy Son gritted his teeth, trembling, and his gaze almost breathed fire.

"As I said, I'm here to get back what belongs to Wuji. Li Pu said indifferently, and seemed to understand Li Ping's intentions.

The Holy Son did not speak, because words could no longer release the anger in his heart, but it was destined to not be established.

As long as Li Ping is here, he can't shake it, and he can't touch Li Pu's cold hair.

Shame on you!

molested the holy maiden in front of him, and robbed people, and this is still the holy gate, as soon as he thinks of this, he wants to find a hole to get into by himself.

At this time, the strong men of the older generation also had gloomy faces, if it weren't for the fear of some people behind Li Pu, they would have been killed long ago.

"Wuji doesn't have anything left here, what are you going to take?" In the depths of the Holy Gate, the old man spoke, his voice echoing in a low voice, and at the same time, a great coercion squeezed in.

Airplanes!

The crescent moon shook lightly, protecting itself and levitating above Li Pu's head like a bright moon.

At the same time, the picture scroll in Li Ping's body also emerged, and the wisps of divine light fell down, enveloping it and blocking the breath of the royal road.

"Take what belongs to Wuji. Li Pu spoke again, even if he was facing the invincible king, he never took a step back.

The old man was silent.

The strong men of the older generation dare not make a move, and the younger generation has no way, if they use the heritage, it will only lead to jokes, but if they don't use the heritage, they can't let Li Pu keep blocking the door, right?

To kill or not to kill?

To give or not to give?

He was silent, frowning, and his heart was struggling.

"Good. After a long time, he spit out a word, and the royal aura dissipated.

Crash!

The people were in an uproar, and they all showed surprise. The Holy Gate actually compromised, which "let her go, and you come in alone." The old man spoke again.

Li Ping raised her head, a cold glint flashed in her clear eyes, and her grip on Zhang Ying's hand seemed to be tighter, the latter's face was pale, trembling, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"One more. The old man spoke again.

There was a bang, Li Ping threw Zhang Ying out, and a group of Holy Gate disciples were furious again, they were furious and wanted to kill them, but they were blocked by the Holy Son.

Eventually, the two entered the Holy Gate together.

The outside world is boiling.

The holy gate is very large, the palace is the majority, the winding path is secluded, there are flowers and plants everywhere, a derivation is full of vitality, people walk here, they can feel the refreshing meaning at any time, and the whole body is comfortable.

Moreover, the architecture of the Holy Gate is also very peculiar, built against the mountain, which is very distinctive.

A few minutes away, Li Pu and Li Ping came to a high mountain, where sat the old man, the Holy Lord of this generation, the invincible king.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" the old man narrowed his gaze and said indifferently.

"You don't dare. Li Pu replied, in addition to the unwarranted guarantee of the Rain King, he also had the guarantee of the stone tablet, otherwise, he would not have stepped here.

"I'd love to know what confidence you have. He raised his eyes, and there were a few more wisps of indifference.

"I'm busy, so don't waste everyone's time. Li Pu opened his mouth, and his body tried his best to run the Hades Method, quietly dissolving the divine power from the old man.

"Good, very good, heroes have been teenagers since ancient times, and that's true. The old man put away all his breath, his face was expressionless, his breath was calm, and he looked into the depths: "You go along this road, and the depths are what you want." ”

"I would like to say one more thing, if I follow this path to the end and on the contrary, I can't find what I want, I promise that I will smash your holy door. Li Pu stared at him and said indifferently, "Now, you have a chance to reorganize the language." ”

Hearing this, the old man's breath instantly cooled, the killing intent in his body loomed, and the cloudy eyes were deep again, and he stared at Li Pu without saying a word.

As a holy lord, as an invincible king, no one has ever dared to speak to him like this, Li Pu is the first in nearly a thousand years.

However, the stronger Li Pu is, the more confident he feels, and he chooses to remain silent after all.

But behind Li Pu, a group of disciples of the Holy Gate who followed here, clenched their hands one by one, their eyes were cold, and their murderous intentions were revealed, and they did not hide it at all, if it weren't for the old man blocking and fearing Li Ping, they would have taken action a long time ago.

A few minutes later, Li Pu hit the road.

This is a special road, most of the buildings of the Holy Gate, built on a high place, built on a mountain, some high and some low, but the path is the same, almost all from the bottom up.

And this one is from top to bottom, and at a glance, there is no end in sight, and there is no way to go, giving people a feeling of leading to hell.

"Senior, what the hell is it?" Li Pu couldn't help but ask.

"A sword, a sword that has been broken in endless years. The stele opened.

"Is the sword the imperial road?" Li Pu's eyes lit up.

"It's not royal road. "The stele said.

"Ugh"

"Beyond the royal road. The stele continued.

Li Pu was suddenly shocked, and the whole person was stunned.

"It's a pity that after a long time, it has decayed, and by now, there may only be a void sword body left. The stele sighed.

This sword belongs to the Tongshan lineage, and also belongs to the Supreme Pavilion, it is called the Tongtian Sword, and the Tongtian Technique, Tongtian Fist has the same origin.

And 'Tongtian' originated from a certain founder of the Supreme Pavilion.

"There are four Tongtian Sword, one of which was lost on the unknown road of conquest, the second one was suppressed in the depths of Wuji, the third one was in Yangzhou, and the fourth one was here. The stele opened.

"Four-handled, I'm dripping the sky. Li Pu was shocked, and then seemed to remember something, and he couldn't help asking, "Is there Wuji Mountain?" He didn't believe it, what kind of existence was it that transcended the imperial road? Although he couldn't understand it, he also knew that it must be terrifying.

But in the past 10,000 years, they have been bullied by Wuji a lot! If there is such a sword, who would dare to despise Wuji?

"Yes, but it's sealing, perhaps, you've seen it. The stele opened.

"Then hurry up!" Li Pu was excited, if he took this sword out, who would dare to ignore him in the land of Qingzhou?

"The sword is a sword, but it is not the sword of the past, it has lost its divine power. The stele sighed.

"Hey, another piece of broken copper and iron?" Li Pu was depressed: "Why should I come?" This was the doubt in his heart.

"It will lead you to the legacy of the true gods. The stele was shocking.

At the same time, on the high mountain, several old figures galloped towards the old man.

"Holy Lord, is this just going to let him take away the Holy Sword?" an elder was unwilling.

"The Holy Sword is the root of my Holy Gate, the origin of the Holy Gate, how can he be taken away?" said the other elder, with anger.

"That's right, he is now trapped in my Holy Gate, isn't life and death in our hands? The third elder muttered.

"He can't take it with him. The old man opened his eyes and spoke indifferently.

The Holy Sword has been precipitated for tens of thousands of years, and no one can shake it except for the first generation of Holy Lords, and even if it is shaken, what if it is shaken? This does not mean that it can be taken away.

According to the history of the Holy Gate, the reason why the first Holy Lord chose this place was not because of his unique vision, but because the Holy Sword precipitated here on its own.

This is a history that no one knows, and only those who inherit the Lord will know it.