Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Looking back at Bai Meisheng, of course, Ning Zhao did not smile, but this did not prevent Ning Zhao's look back, leaving a thick stroke in Mo Ju's heart.

Like a thunder in the dead night, tearing the dark sky.

Mo Ju covered his chest with a feather fan.

"Who are they?"

Dantai Xuan sitting on the ground slowly stood up, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, panting.

"North Luolu's safe maid and driver."

Mo Judao said that in his intelligence, he had introduced these two men.

"Why can't they enter the Immortal Palace without the order of heaven and earth?" Dantai Xuan looked at the closed Immortal Gate and said hoarsely.

"Maybe... it's related to the forces behind them, or it's related to their status as practitioners."

Mo Ju's eyes were deep, Tao said.

The forces behind them may not weaken the hundred schools of the sons, and even, it may be...

However, Mo Ju did not say this sentence.

Mo Ju's answer made Dantai Xuan close his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Practitioners, practitioners... can you really cultivate to the level of "sen"?"

"Mo Ju, there are twelve people in the Immortal Gate. You send someone to follow, and some people come out to understand what immortal fate is in the next Immortal Palace. In addition, they send someone to search for the World Order... and arrange and train heartfelt martial arts into the Immortal Palace. ."

"The heaven and earth imperial palaces are scattered everywhere every time they open the immortal palace, which means that the immortal palace is not only accessible once... Perhaps, this place will become a place where many forces in the world cultivate practitioners."

"The general situation of the world is about to change. In the past, the Grand Master Martial Arts were the cards. Perhaps, in the future...Trainers with ten thousand enemies would become the real cards in the hands of those in power."

Dantai Xuan opened his eyes, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

Mo Ju's feather fan shook gently, and did not expect that after Dantai Xuan suffered such a blow, he not only did not go down, but realized it.

Thinking of this, Mo Ju couldn't help but smile, and there was some eagerness in his heart.

"Well." Mo Ju arched his hands.

After that, Dantai Xuan turned around and walked away, the red cloak flying behind him.

...

Inside the fairy palace.

There was a tremor.

The shield created by the Mojia founder in Xiang Shaoyun's hands sank and was smashed.

A sip of blood spewed from his mouth.

I wanted to kill the skinny Taoist in one fell swoop with the help of the aura of the beheading of the spirits.

However, this person seemed to know his thoughts, and actually absorbed the spirit of the whole middle room, and its power surged.

Xiang Shaoyun was beaten.

Wear the thickest armor and hit the heaviest.

Xiang Shaoyun has never been so embarrassed and has never been so desperate.

This skinny Taoist has too much oppression.

With the palm of his hand, Xiang Shaoyun was beaten, and he couldn't get close.

Compared to the use of Reiki by skinny Taoists, Xiang Shaoyun's method of only knowing Reiki to increase Qi and blood is simply too weak.

Skinny Taoists use Reiki, but Reiki can become palms, Reiki can turn pressure, etc...

By all means, Xiang Shaoyun lost his temper.

He has never been so powerless.

Self-proclaimed as a genius, he can hammer the master at the age of six, so he never put the world's martial arts in his eyes.

He is arrogant, he is conceited.

It is the strongest military commander in Xijun and an invincible overlord who dances with his relatives.

However, in the face of real practitioners, he was so embarrassed.

Li Sansi was holding a wooden sword, his white shirt was stained with blood, and he leaned against the stone wall, even breathing severe pain.

"Practitioner, practitioner..."

"The world is about to change."

Li Sansi murmured.

Mo Shougui and Kong Nanfei were pale, and they had no power to fight anymore.

They are master warriors, but they are still humans and still feel tired.

Xiang Shaoyun is already a monster. He was bombarded dozens of times in a row, climbed up again and again, tirelessly, and slammed with an axe.

Even Mo Shougui had to admit that Xiang Shaoyun was indeed strong.

unfortunately……

These characters, today...may also fall in this fairy palace.

Poof!

Xiang Shaoyun coughed up blood and retreated several steps in a row. His spine was straight and he held the axe in one hand.

He roared, pulling the axe, and the axe rubbed against the ground with a clang.

Floating skinny Taoist Chao Chao, green eyes slightly swept.

At the next moment, the palm was raised falsely, and the invisible spirit was transformed into an imaginary palm, which was printed on Xiang Shaoyun's chest.

It looks like a pale gray shadow, light and smashing the mid item Shaoyun, the chest bones are broken, and the skin vibrates with blood and sweat beads attached to the surface with a slight arc, like a star hanging in the night sky, shattered by the shock.

Xiang Shaoyun's body retreated, and his foot rubbed against the ground.

Suddenly.

There were two black, white, and cold winds whizzing past his cheeks, like a white horse passing through a gap, cutting his half strand of hair.

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes suddenly flickered and looked at him.

But I saw a black and generous pig-killing knife and a long sword as thin as a cicada.

Two weapons roared from the middle and outside, like dark meteors, across the narrow and long brilliance!

Buzz...

The floating skinny Taoist's palm turned over, and the pressure surged.

The pig-killing knife and the cicada winged sword approached his face only three inches, and they were stuck in the air by invisible power.

Inside and outside, two white shadows stepped on the snow without traces, and showed off with light power.

Xiang Shaoyun panted like a dragon.

Bai Ying flew across his sides quickly.

Li Sansi's eyes sparkled, staring at the two figures that appeared.

Mo Shougui's eyes tightened.

"Who are they?"

Kong Nanfei's lips were chapped, but his eyes were as bright as the stars in the night.

Master Beiluolu really got involved in this fairy tale!

"The Master visited Beiluo the other day, and when he returned to Beijing, he learned that the secret realm was in Wolongling, and sent me. Before he left, he gave praise... The Huxin Pavilion cooked green plums in the rain, and the air was connected with each other."

Kong Nanfei had a meal, Li Sansi and Mo Shou looked over helplessly.

"Looking down at the mountains and rivers, the heroes smile, Lu Luoping in Beiluo City." Kong Nanfei finished reading slowly, took a deep breath, and could get such praise from the Master, which is rare in the world.

"These two are Lu Ping's maid and driver."

Kong Nanfei.

"It can also be said... Lu Ping's Bai Yujing disciple."

Li Sansi and Mo Shougui suddenly took a deep breath, shocked.

"Maidservant and driver?"

This person is very upset!

...

Nie Changqing runs the "Tao Zong Yun Ling Jue", and Ning Zhao runs the "Tibetan Classics".

Reiki in the body gushes out from Qidan, entangles all over the body, forming a spiritual pressure.

They stared at the skinny Taoist.

The spiritual pressure dedicated to practitioners collides in the air.

Nie Changqing raised his hand, the imperial sword technique was carried out, and the pig-killing knife was rotated at a high speed out of thin air to force the head of the thin Taoist away.

The cicada winged sword returned home, Ning Zhao held the sword, turned over and killed.

The white skirts flew, the aura attached to the long sword, and the sword aura was thin.

In the distance, Xiang Shaoyun stared deadly.

Pupils contracted.

He observed the battle and found that Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao were not affected by the spiritual pressure of the thin Taoist.

There are back-and-forth battles with skinny Taoists.

In fact, the strength of Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao is comparable to that of Xiang Shaoyun and Bo Zhong, but... because of the spiritual pressure, he can achieve what he could not do.

"The oppression formed by Reiki... is it the division between practitioners and ordinary martial artists?!"

Xiang Shaoyun suddenly realized.

He mobilized the five strands of aura in Qidan, intermittently, and was not very skilled in operating the aura outside the body to form coercion.

This is spiritual pressure.

The gap between practitioners and ordinary martial artists!

Ning Zhao can realize the spiritual pressure on his own. Xiang Shaoyun's talent is not weak. After observing the battle, he actually condenses the spiritual pressure.

He was ecstatic in his heart, and there was no such breakthrough joy for a long time.

He picked up a long axe and took a step. The pressure of the spirit covered the whole body. Sure enough, the oppression of the thin Taoist against him was a little weaker, although he could not be completely eliminated because of his weakness.

But... it is not impossible to fight!

Xiang Shaoyun joined the battle, making the skinny Taoist more and more stressed.

Compared to Nie Changqing's imperial sword technique, Ning Zhao's body is as light as Yan.

As soon as Xiang Shaoyun rushed forward, he was severely beaten by the thin Taoist, but the more he beats, the more excited he became.

Because... he felt that the power of the thin Taoist was weakening!

A touch of dawn is like a dawn star, illuminating his heart!

at last……

Nie Changqing's sword, the white robe turned, and a thin knife cut the neck of the thin Taoist from across the air, and the knife spread two inches into the flesh.

Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered, holding the sword, and the tip of the sword pierced a grain of dust floating in the air, plunged into the chest of the thin Taoist, and stared at the stone wall.

Xiang Shaoyun roared, holding the axe in his hands and leaping.

Suddenly.

The skinny Taoist who was nailed to the stone wall opened his mouth and let out a screaming roar, as if it was hitting the soul.

"Wu Jiangchao, vowed to defend the glory of the emperor with a naked body!"

The green light in the eyes of the dead wood Daoist prospered.

The next moment, the flesh swelled up and suddenly exploded!

The horrible explosion hurt everyone in the room.

Dense and dense, with hundreds of lines of aura, forming a storm, entangled in the middle room.

Xiang Shaoyun's leaping figure was slammed by aura, and the flesh and blood exploded on his chest were blurred, smashed to the ground, drawn far away, and coughed up blood in his mouth.

Nie Changqing held the flicking pig-killing knife, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, Ning Zhao's face was pale and he withdrew two steps, holding his sword and cracking his mouth.

Feel the aura that swept through the room.

As everyone knows, this is a chance, and therefore, they all sit cross-legged.

Run the exercises and absorb the aura into Qi Dan.

Xiang Shaoyun turned up, and began to capture the aura in the air, so that he could accept Dantian.

As the great existence in this fairy palace, the thin Taoist, after falling down, provides more aura than those elves and even elite leaders, and it is more refined.

Li Sansi and others also stabilized the injury from the dry wood Taoist self-explosive, with a look of excitement, sitting cross-legged and absorbing aura.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan's eyes beat the lines, staring at the chessboard, and a thin Taoist Jiang Chao, unwilling to explode, sighed.

This is the first secret BOSS he built, he gave it emotion and flesh.

It is a pity that Jiang Chao's destiny has been destined from the beginning, and will continue to reincarnate in the self-explosive.

The first secret realm was cleared.

Just when Jiang Chao exploded.

In front of Lu Fan, the system prompt suddenly popped up.

"Congratulations to the host for building the mysterious'Wolongling Fairy Palace', and completing the exploration and guidance of the world..."

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