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There is no doubt that this is a temptation.

Someone used Zhu Lie to provoke Wuji, thus luring Li Pu out and wanting to know his true combat effectiveness.

But no one would have thought that Li Pu had already learned everything, and he didn't even shy away from revealing it.

If he was only the first turn of the royal road, perhaps, those people would have flocked to him, but he entered the second turn.

It's a scary.

It also invisibly shocked them hidden in the darkness.

Zhu Lie was suppressed, and he was not wronged, if he knew the truth, he would not be a head bird if he was killed, fortunately, this was just one of his doppelgangers.

Of course, this was just what he was thinking about now, and when he actually faced it, he realized that it was a nightmare...

For the next few days, the whole Wuji was a lot quieter.

Lan Yanyan went into retreat, and after returning from the Land of the Ancient Heroic Spirits, she was separated from Li Pu, and she went into retreat, and it is said that it may take a long time for her to break through a terrifying level.

In the past few days, Li Pu has wandered back and forth, with doubts and worries in his heart.

It wasn't until the seventh day that a middle-aged man with a spirit beast came to Wuji and attracted the attention of the entire Wuji.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with an ordinary face, wearing a white plain clothes, he was very tall, burly...

The mount was even more surprising, it was actually a spirit beast, the spirit of heaven and earth, shaped like a tiger, but it had a pair of wings, which looked weird.

His arrival, like a stone, rippled throughout the tranquil Infinite Holy Land.

"The house of the East China Sea, the Hou family.. Hou Zhongsheng. The middle-aged man spoke, his fierce gaze swept across Wuji, and finally his gaze fell on the gray figure.

"Donghai?" Li Pu's heart was shocked, but he was puzzled.

"In recent days, the days are long, the starry sky is dim, there are hidden signs of the end of the world, the two descendants of the Heavenly Machine Dao are liquidated all day long, ten days ago, there is a saying, the first chaos in ancient times will be born, the young master of my family is sympathetic to the heavens and people, and wants to save the world, so I send an invitation to invite the qualified young geniuses of the ten directions to gather and discuss important matters. Hou Zhongsheng then spoke, and when he mentioned the words 'my young master', the corners of his mouth were raised, and he could hear that he was very proud.

"Who is the young master of your family?" Li Pu wondered.

"Descendants of the true God. Hou Zhongsheng spit out these four words, and immediately stopped talking, and the spirit beast under his crotch roared faintly, invisibly as if he was saying something, and it seemed to be expressing a kind of disdain.

In this world, celestial bodies are called waste bodies, and they are abandoned beings by God.

However, their young master sent out an invitation, and the middle-aged man was dissatisfied in his heart, and even the spirit beast under his crotch felt that the celestial body was not qualified to participate in such a gathering at all.

This is no ordinary gathering.

Initiated by the descendants of the True God, the people who are qualified to participate are all young geniuses with great backgrounds and unimaginable combat power.

Among the eight ancient races like the human race, there are several young masters who are not even qualified to be invited.

As soon as these words came out, all the Wuji disciples were shocked and showed their shocked faces.

And Li Pu's heart set off a layer of waves, and he couldn't calm down.

Troubled times are coming, and the great ancient races are emerging one after another, and the descendants of the true God are also appearing one after another.

A few years ago, he slew the Son of Heaven, who seemed to be a descendant of the True Dragon, causing a turmoil and a terrifying existence to seek revenge.

Now, a few years later, from the East China Sea, a descendant of the true dragon and true god, the young master of that clan has invited him.

The comers are not good.

These four words clearly appeared in Li Pu's mind, but for some reason, he couldn't afford to refuse, or he also longed for such a party.

Gotta go.

Li Pu raised his head, waved his hand, and took the invitation.

The invitation is golden, overflowing with divine light, and there is an invisible divine power permeating, which is very compelling, and the manufacturing material of this invitation is very extraordinary, which is made of gold, iron and wood in the deep sea.

Ironwood is a top-quality material, which has high requirements for the growing environment, and it may not be able to grow a single section for thousands of years.

This material also has a characteristic of being heavy...

The size of a finger was as heavy as Mount Tai, enough to crush a Blood Spirit Realm cultivator, and as big as the two slaps of this invitation, it was unimaginably heavier.

If you are an ordinary person, you need to be careful when connecting to the invitation.

But for Li Pu, such a weight is not difficult for him.

What a rich man!

After receiving the invitation, Li Pu felt a lot, and ordinary people could hardly find a small section of gold and iron wood in their lives...

But in front of the eyes of the descendants of the true God, it is just a material for making an invitation.

The middle-aged man came in a hurry, and he went quickly, as if he did not want to stay here for too long, and finally disappeared far from here.

"Wow, this invitation is golden, it's extraordinary at first glance. ”

"Worth a lot of money, isn't it?"

"Holy Lord, can you let me take a look?"

"Damn, what's going on?" someone took it, but it turned out as if it was crushed by a mountain, he hurriedly took it off, and the invitation fell to the ground, and with a loud bang, the whole earth swayed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"The invitation made of Jin Tiemu can't be extraordinary?" Li Pu muttered and rolled his eyes at several Wuji disciples: "Practice hard.. Young man, I'm optimistic about you. He said to the young disciple who was about to take the invitation just now.

These are very young Wuji disciples, the youngest is only in his teens, and the oldest is only in his early twenties...

Of course, there are older ones, but they are generally in retreat.

Therefore, such a group of disciples, in Li Pu's eyes, is undoubtedly still very small, and it is also like himself back then.

Turning around and leaving here, Li Pu stepped into the depths of Wuji with the invitation in his hand, and in an instant, he noticed a mountain peak.

There was an old figure there, Li San had his back to him, facing the mountain peak, as if he was busy with something.

Li Pu paused, walked in and took a look, he was stunned for a moment.

Behind Li San, there was a stone table, which was piled up with all kinds of ancient books, almost all of which were old and dilapidated...

There are even a few books, which are yellow, and even the water chestnuts have been smoothed.

Under the illumination of the eyes, these ancient ancient books are full of old and vicissitudes.

Li San was holding one of them, and while he looked at it carefully, he seemed to be copying something, and the whole person was very focused, and he didn't notice Li Pu's arrival at all.

Engraving.

Just after looking at it for a while, Li Pu took a deep breath and suddenly understood.

The Infinite Holy Land was once a great force standing at the peak of the continent, it was powerful, terrifying, like a beast...

In the past, no one dared to challenge its dignity at all.

But 10,000 years ago, this powerful beast was destroyed by someone, and until now, Li Pu single-handedly restarted it.

Although the Holy Land was reopened, it was no longer what it used to be.

Such a holy place is not like a holy place at all, there is not much lacking, compared to the past, it is like an elephant and an ant.

There is no absolute powerhouse, no terrifying divine weapon as a foundation, and no powerful law to inherit...

If you want to build all this, perfect all this, it is impossible without thousands of years.

Li Pu was silent.

He is too inhumane, from a belief at the beginning to now, he has rarely paid anything.

All of this is the silent action and silent dedication of these old men.

"I have the Dan Dao heritage, the most primitive inheritance. Li Pu spoke, interrupting Li San, who was deep in thought.

"Holy Lord. Li San came to his senses, and after a pause, he put down the ancient books in his hand.

"I have supernatural powers, and some ancient cultivation methods, which can be used as the foundation of the Holy Land. Li Pu spoke, and he noticed some pictures on the stone table.

The stone table was not large, but it was full of books, and the books were divided into three parts in an orderly manner, some of which were rather chaotic.

From this point, Li Pu can infer that Li San has read two parts of the ancient books, and the part that is stacked up very messy was abandoned by him.

Perhaps, in such a pile of ancient books, there will not be many that can be cited as the Fa, copied and engraved as a inheritance, right?

Li San selectively gave up some, and then only a small part was left.

Such a small part is simply not enough to support a huge force.

"Not enough, far from enough.." He was helpless and sighed: "A small city with a population of 300,000, if the Li family wants to set up a mansion and arrange for five hundred disciples, and their library cabinet has at least ten thousand volumes of different Fa and lineage. ”

Li Pu's face darkened.

"In the city mansion with a population of 800,000, there are 2,000 disciples in the Li family's mansion, and there are at least 50,000 Fa in the library pavilion. Li San said seriously.

"Where's the headquarters?" Li Pu asked tentatively.

"Unthinkable. ”

Li Pu didn't speak, he left here with a black face and without looking back, for the first time, he had the urge to die.

I can't imagine, what kind of scale is that?

The author of a fairy grass said: This chapter is 20 flowers plus more, and there will be another chapter with 30 flowers, as for 40 flowers, 50 flowers... Ahem, is tomorrow okay? It's too late today.