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The next day is the meeting time, so there will be a lot of things going on for Lu Yufei, the attendee who is pinching the last time to arrive. Register, arrange rooms, receive conference materials, arrange conference itinerary, participate in the participants' dinner, and communicate with other participants......

There are so many projects.

Therefore, even if Lu Yufei was reluctant to let Li Jian in his heart, he had to part with him. After Yiyi told Li Jian to keep in touch with the phone, Lu Yufei reluctantly left. Then, Li Jian didn't go far, and directly opened a business suite in the hotel and lived in.

After entering the door, Li Jian neither sorted his luggage, nor did he immediately lie down and rest. Instead, he walked around the room, closed the curtains in the hall, and went straight to the desk in the living room.

Then, I didn't see Li Jian make any movements, it seemed that he just stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and all kinds of strange things suddenly appeared on the table, orderly and not messy.

A few hairs of different lengths, a bunch of dark yellow unknown withered grass of a ruler length and the thickness of an adult's thigh, a brush with a strange shape that is only the length of a palm, and the witchcraft inkstone that had been placed in the tea garden of Xiaonanshan Temple for a day......

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The method that made these things appear suddenly was not magic, but a magical power called 'Wumen Country' that Li Jian cultivated for the first time after he was promoted to the Earth Witch, a magical power that is convenient for storing things with him.

This kind of supernatural power is based on the witch body, with the witch qi as the scripture, the witch soul as the weft, and the power of faith as the source of strength, to support a space of its own. In some ways, it is somewhat similar to the so-called 'Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the hand' of the legendary Buddhism.

This 'Witch Gate Realm' needs to consume the power of faith all the time, although it is not as constant as the legendary storage bags and storage rings, and it does not need to be consumed once it is formed. But in some ways. However, it is much more convenient and has much greater potential than relying on external objects to carry space.

There are gains and losses.

For example, the 'Witch Gate Realm' is a supernatural power, not an external object. Won't be robbed.

For example, the opening of the 'Witch Gate Realm' can be any range that the witch soul can radiate, and it can also be a specially set door.

For example, the 'Witch Gate Realm' can survive. If it's big enough, you can even build land, sky, and sea, just like a real world.

And so on and so forth, and so on.

Just like the 'Wumen Country' built by Li Jian now, although it is far from reaching the level of its own realm, there is no space and land in it, just a void, but it is also thousands of cubic meters in size. It's not that Li Jian can't build a larger and more perfect space, but that this space is now the most suitable for Li Jian now.

After all, space maintenance requires a lot of willpower. If only to consume. Li Jian doesn't care, the merits that Li Jian stole from Xiaonanshan Temple at the beginning, in addition to refining a few witch weapons, there is still most of it left, which is enough to maintain Li Jian's current 'witch gate country' for a hundred years!

Moreover, the consumption of the 'Wumen Country' is like large-scale production, the larger the scale, the smaller the unit cost.

Even if Li Jian expanded his 'Wumen Country' by a hundredfold, the power of faith would be enough to consume ten years! The power of faith generated all the time in the world would be enough to expand Li Jian's 'Wumen Country' to a terrifying level. It's not a problem to be in a world of its own.

With so many temples, Taoist temples, and churches all over the world, the desire for no one is almost endless. Even if the 'Wumen Country' is expanded a hundredfold, a thousandfold, or even a complete world, it will be consumed.

And the reason why Li Jian did not expand the 'Wumen Kingdom' was not impossible. But don't dare.

Don't forget, an act like Li Jian who consumes other people's wishes without fulfilling their prayers is going to be eaten by karma. used his wishing power to refine the Wumen Law Ink, and the karmic backlash he received was endured by the 'Black Light Xuantie' Law Inkstone on that side. A talisman that was refined for several relatives with the power of willingness, and the karmic backlash was borne by the talisman itself. But. 'Wumen Kingdom' is a magical power derived from the witch body, and the person who suffers the karmic backlash is Li Jian himself.

Maintaining the karmic backlash caused by the current size of the 'Wumen Kingdom', Li Jian can still bear it without care. If it's bigger, it's more troublesome. Even if it is far from the level of igniting the Soul Devouring Karma Fire, it will at least slightly affect the mind. It's not worth it at all.

What's more, now that a 'Wumen Country' of this size is temporarily enough, Li Jian can't take that risk.

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After taking out a bunch of messy things from his 'Wumen Country', Li Jian's expression became a little dark, and his eyes were cold and awe-inspiring.

In the next second, Li Jian slowly stretched out his right hand, gently twisted the small and strange brush in front of him with his thumb, middle finger, and index finger, and then slowly probed the pen into the Wumen Law inkstone next to him. When the pen was soaked in golden-red French ink and lifted by Li Jian, the coldness on Li Jian's face before was swept away, and he became pious and solemn.

Then, the brush in Li Jian's hand hooked up along an unpredictable trajectory in the air. When the pen danced, Li Jian's lips, tongue, throat, lungs, and abdomen also began to make all kinds of strange sounds.

A strange scene happened, as if there was an inexplicable medium in the air, so that where the brush blade passed, it was like writing, leaving traces of golden-red brushstrokes. And the golden-red traces hovered in the air, unshakable. However, in a moment, a treacherous line was formed in the air, which made people look at a three-dimensional three-dimensional graphic that was inexplicably touched.

And Li Jian's voice seems to be closely related to the picture and text. Every time the brush is swirling, the sound always changes accordingly. Sometimes sharp, sometimes deep, high-pitched, sometimes low, each part emits different sounds, one moment as noisy and messy as a contangle, and the other as a confluence.

When Li Jian suddenly stopped putting away his pen after dancing for a few minutes. Li Jian's voice also stopped abruptly, and on the writing desk in front of Li Jian, only a huge golden-red graphic with extremely complex lines was left, hovering in the air.

Then, Li Jian first closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then his eyes suddenly opened, and a series of strange syllables came out of his throat. As Li Jian spoke, the golden-red graphic and text hovering in the air began to shrink rapidly and fall.

In just a few seconds, as if being named by the purple gold red gourd of the Golden Horn King, the golden-red graphic that was originally the size of a water tank was instantly sucked into the more than famous bunch of withered yellow thatch on the table.

At the same time that the golden-red graphic was completely submerged in the thatch, the whole bundle of thatch burned without warning, and the red flame like blood enveloped the entire bundle of thatch. But strangely it didn't hurt the wooden table in the slightest, and even if Li Jian was close at hand, he couldn't feel the heat of the flames and couldn't smell the slightest smoke.

Then, Li Jian reached out and picked up the hairs of different lengths on the table and threw them into the fire, and then something even stranger happened.

When a few hairs were burned to ashes, in the red flames, there was a faint sound like a human wail, both men and women. The flames, which seemed to be stable and immovable, began to beat at the same time as the cry sounded. The strange shape of the flames and the faint wail from the fire make people feel numb and shudder when they stand on the bank of the Santu River and look at the sinful souls struggling in the river.

Finally, after about ten seconds, the mournful wail reached its peak, and the flames jumped violently. When Li Jian opened his mouth again and spit out a series of inexplicable sounds of a few syllables, the originally breathtaking wail stopped abruptly, and the flames that originally jumped violently instantly turned into two men and one woman, and then as Li Jian closed his voice, the flames of the three of them were instantly extinguished, and only a puddle of thatched black ash was left on the table.

When Li Jian used the vacuum cleaner in the room to suck up the black ashes, he revealed something buried in the ashes, three straw men the size of his thumb, the straw figures were very delicate, with his head, hands and feet, and his eyebrows seemed to be the three people who had been transformed by the flames before, two men and one woman. One of the men and one woman was middle-aged in his fifties, and the other man was in his thirties. (To be continued.) )