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On the mainland, in the hearts of the people, they all remember the legends and everything about the true gods of the ancient era.

Even after a long time, these two words are still clearly imprinted in people's hearts.

They are a symbol of invincibility, a hero, a great being...

And the descendants who belong to them, the people who have their blood flowing in their bodies, are often the dragons who see the head but not the tail, and it is rare to see them once in a thousand years.

But this time, it's different.

A descendant of the true god from the land of the East China Sea, he single-handedly initiated a gathering and invited young talents from all continents to gather, which was shocking.

And its purpose is to make people speculate and discuss. As for still a mystery.

"Evil Jiao, the existence of the legendary dragon can turn into a dragon. Someone whispered.

"What a beautiful man, is he a descendant of the true God?"

"Except for that kind of existence, in the world, who can suppress an evil Jiao as a mount?"

"What a powerful breath. "A strong man reached out his divine sense, but he encountered great resistance, and his divine sense could not move forward half a step.

The beautiful man walked step by step, his face like a jade carving, calm as the surface of stagnant water, without any waves, and finally, he came here.

Under everyone's gaze, he stretched out his white hands and leaned out at once, peaceful, calm, without power fluctuations, but filled with a divine power that seemed to come from above the nine heavens.

The big hand reached into it, destroying it, and it seemed that nothing stopped it at all.

In the end, he pressed one hand on the boulder, and a force invisibly diffused to suppress the murderous aura that erupted in the blood.

The crowd was awe-inspiring.

Especially some young geniuses, seeing this scene, their hearts rippled, and it was difficult to calm down.

Not long ago, the boulder fell, and the blood flowing on it exploded, and I don't know how many lives were harvested.

And after landing, it was filled with an amazing murderous aura, blocking everyone's pace of progress, and even such a murderous aura was terrifying in the eyes of Wang Dao.

However, he raised his hand to suppress it, and this power was shocking.

"It's just an ordinary stone, stained with the blood of the powerful of ancient times. He whispered, wiped away the murderous aura, and brought the boulder out and placed it in front of everyone's eyes.

The blood was no longer flowing, and it was attached motionlessly, as if it had suffered a catastrophe, and it was trembling in fear.

The scene was quiet, no one spoke, but everyone was shocked, deeply shocked by how powerful he was.

"Brother Long, what a good kung fu!" At this moment, a faint voice came from the sky.

At some point, there was a figure there, a woman, and at her feet, a jet-black bird, which didn't look very big, but it was heavy and powerful to hold the woman.

After a 'chirp', the birds pounced.

"Why did Miss Zhu say that?" he began.

Miss Zhu?

For some reason, when they heard these three words, everyone wanted to laugh, but when they thought of the identity of the person who came, they held back.

And Li Pu and many other young geniuses shook their bodies and set off some waves.

Even, not long ago, people who have seen the figure of a woman are also fluctuating in their hearts, and it is difficult to calm down.

Her figure is not tall, her figure is slender, she is wearing a thin green clothes, swaying in the breeze, looking ethereal.

She had long, silky black hair and a shawl, and that beautiful face was beautiful and delicate, but for some reason, it seemed to be filled with a haze, which was difficult to see.

The bird landed, and she stepped down.

A descendant of the true god of the Southern Suzaku Bird.

This idea clearly appeared in the minds of many people, including Li Pu.

"Call me Miss Ann!" came from a pause, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the name, unhappy.

"Miss Juan?" he smiled.

"It's Zhu Xiaoan. The woman's beautiful face hung a few black lines, and she swept him coldly, as if she was disgusted with his lack of culture.

"Miss Zhu Xiaoan, why do you say this?" he nodded, turned around and continued to ask.

"It's boring, suppressing a pool of dead people's blood, what else is there to say?" Zhu Xiaoan said lightly.

"This blood comes from the blood of the Heavenly Overlord. He spoke.

And his words suffocated the whole scene, and the cultivators were shocked and their eyes widened.

Li Pu was about to jump, and he stared at the boulder.

Overlord of the Heavens...

It was a terrible man, he was too powerful, and he left a great name in ancient times.

And the story that flows the most is the blood in his body, legend has it that his blood is known as the most domineering existence, and a drop of blood is enough to kill a large group of emperors, which is particularly terrifying.

"Cultivators are domineering?" Zhu Xiaoan whispered, his brows drooped, and he didn't speak anymore.

Whether it was in the past or now, the Heavenly Overlord, this person's name, is impossible to calm down, especially the blood he left behind, throughout the ancient and modern, is still immortal and immortal, more true than the true god.

"Yes, it's overbearing. He continued.

"I don't understand, you're desperate for... But he couldn't help it, why is this?" Zhu Xiaoan looked at Li Pu and said.

Li Pu was stunned and frowned.

"You crave the boulder more than anyone else, but you endure it, are you still afraid that someone will rob you? Zhu Xiaoan said seriously.

Li Pu was silent and did not answer, thinking to himself, how can you people who are high above and have countless resources understand their pain as ascetics?

Of course, this is also the voice of many people.

Countless eras have passed, and the resources between heaven and earth have become less and less, and now, even if it is a superb spirit stone, or a slightly older elixir, it is a rare rarity.

Moreover, under this sky, not only you are a cultivator, but also countless cultivators, and there are countless powerful and terrifying forces that greedily occupy all the cultivation resources.

All that could be left was just a wisp of soup overflowing from the soup, and this wisp of soup had to face the desires and hopes of countless cultivators.

So, what are the resources?

Resources are life, everything, and fundamental... It's the hope of survival.

Li Pu didn't say a word, ignoring everyone, and he walked towards the boulder.

"Wait. Liu Qingyun raised the corners of his mouth: "The boulder fell from the sky, but your name was not written!" He opened his mouth indifferently and walked towards it step by step.

The beautiful man's face was calm, and Zhu Xiaoan swept over the two, rolling his eyes thoughtfully.

To them, this boulder was just an ordinary stone, worthless, but in the eyes of many cultivators, it was a rare rarity, and maybe it could be sold for a good price?

But Liu Qingyun's idea is simpler, anyone can get it, but you can't, yes, you can't...

In an instant, the atmosphere of the scene couldn't help but sink, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if a big war between the two sides was about to break out.

And they seem to ignore the fact that not long ago, the beautiful man stepped in to stop the deterioration of the war.

Li Pu stopped, his face gradually became cold, his deep gaze was filled with deep weariness, for some reason, he had an urge to kill Liu Qingyun even if he was exposed.

Not only for this time, and some grievances in the past, but also for his senior brother, Liu Qingtian...

However, the words of the stele made him dispel all thoughts.

"Don't get into a conflict with him, someone is watching you. The stele said in a deep voice: "There are too many people here, once exposed, no one will be able to protect you." ”

There is no way, the name of the celestial body is too powerful to suppress everything, and if he is exposed, even the descendants of the true god may not be able to protect him.

After all, it's not yet time to party... There is a strong man who wants to kill him, and the descendants of the true god have no way to intervene, and there is no reason like that.

"Why don't you fight? I can clearly feel the murderous intent of both of you. Zhu Xiaoan frowned.

Li Pu dispersed all his killing intent and returned to calm, which was incomprehensible.

But Liu Qingyun is the same, he seems to have encountered something, his face is much whiter, and he stopped at this moment, but the gaze that looked at Li Pu was still cold, deep, and intensely terrifying.

The author said with a fairy grass: "It's a chapter this morning!" Write again in the evening... I'm sorry everybody.