Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The black gas rolled, releasing a strange fragrance.

Ni Yu uncovered the wooden lid of the black pot, and his face was smoked with excitement and anticipation.

There is no bright colorful glow, nor the sound of a hot pot.

Ni Yu refined the Elixir according to the method of "Juqi Dan Refining Handbook" handed down by his son.

However, in the pot, there was only a dark, sticky, strange mass.

"Dan...Dan?"

Ni Yu was dumbfounded.

Lu Fanmei could not help but pick.

The first alchemy did not fail unexpectedly.

Failure was okay. Lu Fan tapped his finger on the wheelchair guard. He needed to think about the reason for the failure.

"Every medicinal material has been baptized with aura, and the aura chrysanthemum petals of the morning chrysanthemum are added, at least there is no problem with the material... the problem is the pot?"

Ni Yu was very sad. He knelt in front of the black pot and looked at the indistinct mass of black things. He had the urge to beat his chest and stomp his feet.

really……

She has nothing but to eat.

"Xiao Ni, take the pot over."

Lu Fandao.

Ni Yu stopped the grief and reached out to pull the dark thing out.

Looking at the dark and obscure thing, Ni Yu somehow felt like a sticky cake with sesame powder, it seems... Can you try it?

She found a clean white cloth, wrapped the dark stuff, and then took the black pot and handed it to Lu Fan.

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing did not understand Lu Fan and Ni Yu's operations.

After watching for a while, the two went on to practice.

Jing Yue looked excited.

"This pot... is a little spiritual."

Lu Fan's index finger bent and bent together, tapped the black pot, narrowed his eyes, and murmured.

Since a little spirituality is missing, why not give it some spirituality?

Lu Fan's heart moved, and he checked the "pointing technique" in the system rewards.

"Dianhua" can't be used on non-spiritual creatures, but Lu Fan doesn't need the black pot to give birth to wisdom, only the black pot has a ray of spirituality, which is convenient for alchemy.

Ni Yu is holding a black mass of refined material, crouching and sniffing.

Jingyue was carrying Huanglimu sword box, and he approached curiously.

"Ni girl, what is this?"

Jing Yue asked.

"The son said...this is'Dan'."

Ni Yu pursed her lips.

"Dan? Isn't it a burnt sticky cake?"

Jing Yue ripped the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think it's sticky cake too? Would you like to taste it together?" Ni Yu's eyes lit up, staring at Jing Yue hopefully.

Jing Yue hurriedly waved his hand.

He was afraid of being poisoned.

Ni Yu struggled between eating and not eating for a long time, and finally wiped a bit with his finger into the mouth.

At the next moment, Ni Yu's eyes lit up.

Take a bite.

"Oh, uh..."

Ni Yu's mouth bulged and chewed.

Jing Yue was very curious, "How is it?"

Ni Yu glanced at Jing Yue, then, holding the "sticky cake" and turning his back to him, he began to eat, and the faster he ate...

After a while, they ate clean.

Ni Yu's eyes curled and he touched his belly, exhaling a pleasant breath.

Jing Yue was a little speechless, this girl... eat everything.

Suddenly, Jing Yue narrowed his eyes.

Not only Jingyue, Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao on Huxin Island opened their eyes.

Because they found the aura on the island, turned into a piece of fish, and quickly gathered in one direction...

On top of Ni Yu's head turned into a small aura.

Jing Yue was horrified in his heart, toes pointedly, away from Ni Yu.

Dangerous...run!

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing came sideways,

But I saw that a ray of aura quickly gathered in Ni Yu's body.

Soon, Ni Yu, who had only a ray of aura in his body, absorbed two ray of aura...

"Yeah... I broke through."

After a long time, Ni Yuhou's surprise came out.

In the distance, Lu Fan naturally felt this strange, and was speechless.

Although it has not been refined into pill, the effect of the black scum “dark dregs” is actually not much weaker than that of ordinary Qi Qi pill.

Lu Fan converged.

Staring at the black pot in his hand, his mind fell on "Enlightenment".

The index finger and the middle finger are close together, and Lu Fan's soul mobilizes a ray of light, which is wrapped around the fingertip, making the fingertip appear a ray of golden light.

Lightly tap on the black pot.

"Ding……"

The golden ripples continued to spread and spread throughout the pot.

Lu Fan's mood was a little complicated, and for the first time, he gave it a pot.

...

On the East Lake, the waterfall cascading down is venting.

In the Mojia government city hidden between the water and mist, a Mo disciple stands alone.

Azhu in a red dress, like a fiery red datura flower, she looked at the West Jun Army across the cliff.

The Mojia government city is known as the most difficult walled city in the world.

but……

Today, they are facing the West County Army, the most elite army in the world.

This is like a collision between a spear and a shield. Is the shield of the Mojia government city hard enough, or is the spear of the Xijun army sharp enough!

Opposite the cliff, the overlord stood like a demon god on the chariot, carrying his ties and flying.

"Report the blood revenge of the dead one hundred brethren!"

"For the glory of West County!"

"Rush!"

The overlord withdrew the long axe behind him and raised it sharply.

Exploding roar, exploding between cliffs, echoing constantly...

Later, the roar of the West County Army also exploded.

The soldiers headed by the Xiliang Army rushed out crazy, and they rushed towards the Mojia organ city along the eighty-one iron ropes.

The wire rope swayed and burst into a cold blast.

No excessive greetings.

There is no hesitation.

The overlord immediately ordered the siege, without giving any breathing opportunities to the Mojia government city!

Xiliang's soldiers are indeed the elite tiger and wolf masters of Dazhou. They don't seem to know what fear is. Faced with the cliff, they are fearless, all rushing out excitedly, stepping on the rope, and running away.

The organ city stretches on the wooden tower on the cliff.

A small red flag appeared in the hands of the fire-like Azhu, and the flames and red lips lighted up under the half-silver mask.

"Even the crossbow car!"

"Transfer machine!"

"Organ Beast!"

Every time Azhu shouted a name, he waved a small flag.

As they waved, the Mo disciples moved.

On the tower of the machine city.

An ingenious instrument was set up and aimed at a sergeant who was charged on the rope.

The dark clouds accumulated in the sky for a long time, finally could not bear it.

The bean-shaped raindrops, which turned into a continuous bead curtain, sprinkled from the clouds, and there was a haze between heaven and earth, making the atmosphere more and more devastating.

Raindrops smashed on the chain, on the armor of the charged soldiers, on the wielding sword... splashed and broken.

"kill!"

A Zhu fluttered in red, and the small flag in his hand suddenly thrown out.

Xiaoqi flew out of the machine city, and was swallowed by the dense raindrops in an instant, with the waterfall flowing into the vast abyss!

sudden!

Suddenly!

In the crossbow car, the sound of the gears of the machine blasted the entire city.

The thick crossbow arrows shot through the dense raindrops, pulling the rain curtains away from the hollow arc. Then, the dense crossbow arrows followed, with the sound of breaking the sky, whistling toward the Xiliang samurai on the eighty-one iron ropes. Here.

The head of the Xiliangwu people burst into roar, their blood was transpiring, and they wielded the long sword in their hands and slashed it out.

The knife collided with the crossbow.

The blade gradually shattered, the warrior's roaring expression had not dispersed, and the crossbow arrows penetrated his chest, blood splattered for three feet, and the huge impulsive force caused the soldiers behind him to smash the ropes and fall into the abyss!

However, the Xiliang warriors were not afraid of death, and they quickly climbed the ropes with crazy crossbows.

...

Mo Liuqi wore a hat of hat, riding on a donkey's back, carrying a bamboo pole in his hand, with a carrot at its end.

The donkey hummed and chased the carrots.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi straightened up on the back of the donkey, and he looked in the direction of the Mohu City of East Lake.

He took off the hat.

Deep in the hand, a round drop of raindrops dripped from the gloomy sky.

Raindrops faintly reflected a red figure with a half-silver mask, dripping down his palm, broken, splashed...

Inexplicably heavy and breathless pressure pressed against his chest.

His face was slightly pale.

The rain poured down.

The earth burst into misty mist.

The scissors in Mo Liuqi's arms flew out automatically, cutting the carrot rope.

The bamboo pole was picked up by him, and was pulled hard on the hip of the donkey.

"Snapped!"

The lazy donkey suddenly hissed, his hooves crushed the rain, and ran fast.

...

The top of the organ city.

Between the clouds.

The first assassin of the world, Mo, stood on it, and let the heavy rain pour through his body. He slowly drew his sword, and the shrill sound of the sword body and scabbard shattered a drop of raindrops.

He pinched a smiley face mask and slowly put it on, the rainwater running down the edge of the mask, converging on his chin, like a silk thread ticking.

He can't laugh, he can only use a mask instead of laugh.

Through the holes in the mask, Mo's sight pierced through the lingering clouds and stared at the burly overlord standing on the chariot at the other end of the cliff.

This is his last mission.

Deadly defend the organ city and assassinate the West King Overlord.

When the shape of the overlord on the tank moved.

Mo Yichen kept the sword-drawing movement with a smile mask, and his slender legs started to run along the roof of the city tower in the rain screen!

Finally, he jumped and smashed countless raindrops.

The rain curtain passed by, and his figure disappeared.

However, if there is any intention to kill, it is shuttled in the rain curtain.