Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"what is that?!"

Mo Shou returned to the horror, feeling a little incredible.

Is it a living person?

The existence of burial in this fairy palace... alive?

Xiang Shaoyun breathed for a long time, he started with an axe, his body was tight with blood and blood, and he was ready to attack at any time. After all, it was the existence of the burial of the underground palace. I don't know how strong it would be.

Moreover, not only that, in the middle room, in addition to the skinny shriveled puppets sitting in the coffin, there is a little ghost spirit climbing on the wall, the floor, or even the top of the upside down middle room.

On both sides of the coffin in the middle room, there are two burly bodies up to two meters in ancient armor, like a monster walking from hell. They hold a long-handled sword in their hands, exuding a sharp cold.

"Head coach? Or maybe... the leader of these ghosts!"

Li Sansi battled with Bianguan Rongbing all the year round, but he was no stranger to these teams and offered his opinions.

"The coach should be the one sitting in the coffin. These two are the commanders... However, they are much stronger than the ghosts. The spirit content of these two commanders has reached ten strands, which is comparable to the master's nine sounds... very strong. "

Xiang Shaoyun said.

Being able to get the "very strong" evaluation of the Overlord is enough to illustrate the power of these two elite monsters.

"How to do?"

Li Sansi stared at him, looking directly at Xiang Shaoyun.

"I deal with the Taoist who sat up in the coffin... You three solve two spirit leaders."

Xiang Shaoyun said lightly: "It can't be solved, you should be clear in the end."

"Why do you solve the thin Taoist?" Mo Shougui said.

Xiang Shaoyun narrowed his eyes, his burly body slightly on the side, glanced at Mo Shou and glanced at him, "Are you going?

"You can't."

"Don't look at that priest who is as skinny as wood, but able to live in a coffin, representing the noble person in the fairy palace, it is likely to be the "fairy man" who set up this fairy palace. The overlord may still be able to fight. …No way."

Kong Nanfei said while taking out a few bundles of bamboo slips from the book box.

Mo Shou opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

Xiang Shaoyun was too lazy to ignore him.

Dancing friends, suddenly rushed out.

"on!"

Boom!

As soon as the overlord moved, the fairy palace seemed to tremble.

Li Sansi swept the wooden sword and rushed out.

Kong Nanfei looked solemn and unfolded the bamboo slips with words in his mouth. In the immortal palace, there was Confucianism and a sense of integrity, dispelling a ghost.

Mo Shougui froze his face and pulled out his sword, killing a spooky leader with a long-handled sword.

The battle erupted in an instant!

The middle room coffin.

The skinny and shrewd Taoist skin was shriveled and lacked vitality.

However, he was confused in his eyes.

Xiang Shaoyun danced his long axe, and the ordinary ghost was like paper in front of him.

With one axe, he runs the aura, which makes the blood in the body boil more and more powerful, and he enjoys this powerful feeling.

The two commanders swept the aura with their swords, and the air uttered an overwhelming hiss, slashing towards Xiang Shaoyun.

"Li Sansi!"

Xiang Shaoyun's hair fluttered, his eyes were firm, and he growled.

A wooden sword fell from the sky.

Li Sansi in a white robe landed, Dan Tian mobilized out of his breath, running the whole body, stepping on the seven stars, throwing two swords in a row, against the long knife thrown by the leader.

Li Sansi's face was red, and he was about to cough up blood.

On the other side, Mo Shougui also fell and blocked a knife.

"Ten wisps of aura...comparable to Grand Master Ten Rings!"

Mo Shou was shocked in his heart.

When Li Sansi and Mo Shou came back to block the leader-level monster, Xiang Shaoyun danced with his relatives, and he drove straight in, pushing the skinny Taoist in the coffin.

"My name is Jiang Chao, but I am an ancient morale-refining person, and I am full of vigor.

A dry and low, hoarse and grand voice came from the thin and slender population.

Xiang Shaoyun's gaze condensed slightly from the dancing.

Qidan Realm Complete?

How could it be the Qidan Great Consummation?!

Xiang Shaoyun is not stupid. He naturally knows what the concept of Qidan Reality is.

Today, he also knows the realm division of practitioners, Dantian absorbs aura, and when the aura fills Dantian, it is the completeness of Qidan.

What Xiang Shaoyun is puzzled about is... Qidan Realm is fully consummated and simply does not meet the specifications of this fairy palace!

"I accompanied the ancient emperor to rebel against the wild, and the fighting rebels'Tizo' gas-refining fighters were killed and buried in Wolongling."

"But, why am I still alive?"

The shrivelled Taoist voice resounded with confusion.

Xiang Shaoyun held the axe and shield, step by step, slowly approaching.

His eyes glanced at the coffin.

suddenly.

His eyes narrowed, but after seeing the coffin, the entrance to the back room was wide open. As you can see, the old room was covered with a few pieces of old parchment.

"Cultivation of Immortals!"

Xiang Shaoyun's gaze suddenly burst into glory.

His breathing was short. What is the most important thing he needs now?

Immortal cultivation method!

With the cultivation of immortals, he can lead his qi into his body, and he will not let the aura lose in vain!

"But, why am I still alive?!"

boom!

Suddenly, the shrivelled Taoist issued a soul-like question.

Xiang Shaoyun, who wanted to bypass the shrivelled Taoist, rushed to the back room, was suddenly forced to retreat by pressure.

He took a few steps back.

"Ok?!"

Xiang Shaoyun narrowed his eyes.

"This sense of oppression is much smaller than the oppression of Wuli outside the fairy palace!"

However, with this shrivelled mad Taoist, Xiang Shaoyun knows that it is basically impossible to safely bypass the method of obtaining immortals.

"Why are you still alive?"

"Call yourself an ancient gas refining person, ridiculous... Do you know when it is now?"

"You are not dead, just'Xian' will not let you die,'Xian' will let you protect the method of repairing immortals...you are just a puppet of'Xian'!"

"Different puppets are also matching my West County Overlord?!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were like a torch. He held a shield in one hand and an axe in the other, and his whole body roared with qi and blood, inducing auras.

His voice was arrogant, like a Hong Zhong, exploding in the tomb.

far away.

Some of the embarrassed Li Sansi and Mo Shou who were beaten by the commander showed a complex look.

"It's a worthy king... Three words and two words have confused the scamsters."

Li Sansi praised.

The light sword of Mu Jian flicked off the long-handled sword.

Afterwards, he held the wooden sword alone, and his negative hand stood upright, his lips gurgled, and blood ran down his mouth.

In the coffin, the thin Taoist eyes were confused, and seemed to be dumbfounded by Xiang Shaoyun.

Xiang Shaoyun moved while the Dao Taoist was stunned.

Dancing relatives, roaring, no reserve power.

Qi and blood were mobilized again and again, rushing towards the shrivelled Taoist.

An axe set off a powerful wind and cut the Taoist head straight.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan lazily leaned on the wheelchair. Ni Yu took the bronze wine glass in Lu Fan's hand and prepared to scoop a spoonful of wine into it.

But Lu Fan waved his hand and stopped it.

Lu Fan propped his chin in one hand and squeezed his eyebrows in the other. His eyes were deep, full of beating lines, and he stared at the picture on the spirit pressure chessboard.

"Um... I got stuck so quickly, this little cloud, known as the West County Overlord... is still something."

Lu Fan thought deeply.

The first time he arranged the secret realm, he ignored very common sense.

The BOSS of the gas-refining man is his reference to the ancient books, based on the legend of the ancient emperor of the Five Phoenix Continent.

The ancient legend text records: "The Emperor's rebels attacked the wild, the rebels asked Huang to fire the sky, the emperor ordered Wu Chao's animal water, the fire stopped, and then the rebels were destroyed."

When the gas-refining awakened from his deep sleep, would he open his mouth to be ancient?

Lu Fan squeezed his brow.

However, although there are flaws, but the problem is not big.

He has a good temper, and he's not inconspicuous.

"The tyrant of this overlord is too strong. He has never been beaten by society. He needs to be grinded, otherwise... he will suffer a big loss in the future."

Moreover, he is also very curious, faced with such a desperate situation, whether these people will explode potential in the desperate situation.

To build the world, not only to change the world environment, but also to create a real strong.

And the real strong man has always been born in a desperate situation.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

The wind blows.

Pull the sleeves, hold the pieces, and gently drop the chessboard.

...

Fairy palace interior.

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes looked like a torch. At the moment when the shrivelled Taoist was squeezed into dullness by his words, the axe suddenly hacked out, and his powerful energy made the air crackle.

This axe is bound to kill!

However, the axe was blocked by the invisible force near half an inch from the Taoist head.

One strand, two strands, three strands... twelve strands of aura are winding, and the Qidan is perfect!

The Taoist who was originally sitting in the coffin, slowly stood upright, and the broken robes flew.

Withered hair batter collapsed, withered hair flying.

Reflected in the shadow of the green candlelight, he stared at Xiang Shaoyun.

"I take orders from the emperor, keep the immortal law, protect the immortal path, trespassers, kill."

Buzz...

The Taoist waved his hand.

The horrible spirit pressure suddenly squeezed out.

Xiang Shaoyun was astonished, his pupils shrunk inconceivably, his long axe was bounced off, his burly body was slammed by the mighty force of the spiritual pressure, but fortunately the shield resisted, and he was never exploded.

However, he was still hit and flew, smashing the walls of the stone room, marking tens of meters away.

PS: The author must experience the beating of the ticket