On this day, the sky was a little dull and dim, and the sun was quite obscured by dense dark clouds, and only a small amount of light poured down.

Outside the city of the saint, the wind and sand swept away, and a few fallen leaves came with the wind and drifted to the distant earth.

On weekdays, the path where people come and go has been quiet, and the shadows are sparse and pitiful.

But if someone looks down from above, he will definitely see those magnificent scenes, and from all directions, the figures surrounding this city gate are innumerable.

These are the strong men of the Holy Mountain, the disciples.

And farther away, there are countless onlookers around here, there are too many people, and it is densely packed.

Tranquility has become the only picture under this sky.

Suddenly, a dark cloud obscured the sun above, like a haze covering people's hearts, a heaviness, uneasiness enveloped here.

The music came from afar, playful and moving, crisp and clear.

Here it comes.

These two words came to people's minds, and everyone subconsciously looked in that direction.

Three days ago, Li Pu washed a city mansion in the Holy Mountain with blood, which attracted the attention of the entire fourth layer and also made the powerhouses of the Holy Mountain angry.

That same night, he left a message, and three days later he came to visit.

For this reason, even those who are thousands of miles away do not hesitate to come day and night in order to witness such a great battle.

Visit.

The four simple words, deep and powerful, are the celestial bodies declaring war on the holy mountain.

That's the big deal.

Gradually, the music approached, and what caught my eye was a beautiful woman, she was beautiful and moving, her face was like a hibiscus, her figure was slender, holding a xylophone, and plucking the strings.

In one, it was Li Pu's figure, he was dressed in gray, handsome and considerable, and his thin body was like a strong wind that could blow him down.

However, no one dares to despise such a person.

From the time he entered the world of the Demon Tower, to now, he has a lot of achievements, powerful, terrifying, and suffocating, coupled with the legends of the previous celestial bodies, it is even more uncalm.

"The celestial bodies have enemies, and history records that the Holy Sacrament has slain celestial bodies. Someone whispered.

Perhaps, this is the purpose of the Holy Mountain. ”

The Holy Mountain cultivated an Extreme Body and also cultivated a Holy Body, the purpose of which is thought-provoking, or perhaps, those two people exist for the celestial body.

At the end of the song, the woman raised her head and looked at Li Pu, with some questioning in her eyes, do you still play?

"Go on. Li Pu nodded.

Hearing this, the woman paused, lowered her head, looked at her fingers that had turned red, she bit her lip lightly, and continued to play.

"Infinite Divine Might, Invincible Holy Lord, Infinite Divine Might, Invincible Holy Lord"

On the other side, Sang Liang's voice echoed in this quiet scene, and Lan Yanyan hurriedly arrived with a group of Wuji disciples.

"Beam-jumping clown. On the city wall, a middle-aged man dressed in white looked coldly at such a group of people, in his opinion, the people of Wuji were nothing more than clown-like existences.

"Give up! You don't have any chance of winning. Zhang Ying walked out and whispered, echoing in Li Pu's ears.

"Hand over the key to the Paradise of Gods and Demons, and you can consider keeping you alive. The Son spoke.

"Today, you are not facing the Holy Mountain, but the entire Upper Realm, no matter what kind of layout you have, you will not have a chance to win. Zhang Ying spoke again.

Li Pu was silent, accompanied by the sound of music, and he approached here step by step.

"Celestial, you have sinned so much and killed people like hemp, and today, I will cleanse you as a demon on behalf of the heavens. "The strong man of the Wei family is here.

The void rumbled, and several huge spirit beasts emerged in the waves, and as soon as Pu appeared, the powerful divine power permeated down, pressing the ten directions of heaven and earth throbbing.

"Hahaha, how can such an interesting story be missing us?" The strong man of Qiulong Mountain slowly came, and as soon as the words fell, hundreds of figures fell from the sky and appeared directly here.

The solemn and grand voice of the "celestial body" pierced through the sky, and the powerhouse of the Xuanyuan clan came. One by one, their expressions were indifferent, their momentum was powerful, and their gods were awe-inspiring.

The powerhouses of several clans stood in different directions, and their eyes fell on the body of the celestial body.

The Great War did not