Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The first seat of the organ city hall.

Xiang Shaoyun sat on it.

Below is the military commander under his command, everyone wearing armor dripping with rain, showing the color of excitement.

The Mojia government city is known as the most difficult city to overcome in the world, but it is still attacked by Xiliang Tieqi.

Every Xiliang warrior is filled with a sense of accomplishment.

They looked at the overlord sitting in the first place enthusiastically, that was their spiritual pillar.

Xiang Shaoyun read the letters from his hands.

This is news from Dijing.

After reading, Xiang Shaoyun crumpled the letters into a ball.

"Yu Wenxiu is still too young... Mobeike is really insidious."

Xiang Shaoyun leaned on a thick chair that symbolized the position of the Mojia giant.

"Jiang Li is indeed a generation of generals. Even if he is there, even if he occupied the original Akagi, the army of the North County wants to drive straight into it. It is also a delusion."

"As a result, Mobeike is not good enough, he came to soft... Dazhou's temples have long been rotten. Except for the state teacher Kong Xiu, the other ministers are just a group of withered reputation."

"Mobeike has grasped this point and wants to use a soft knife to cut Jiang Li's difficult bone."

Xiang Shaoyun said slowly.

Below, the generals of Xiliang are listening carefully.

They knew that Overlord had to deploy the next step.

Overlord's goal is not just a Mojia government city, but the whole world.

The overlord was silent for a long time, his fingers lightly tapping on his guard.

As soon as Mo Beike left, he lacked counselors, but he could do the same without Xiang counselors.

With the strength of his practitioners, plus the Xiliang warrior who is not afraid of death...

Definitely the winner.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and scheming is a bubble.

This point in the siege of Wolongling, Xiang Shaoyun has a deep experience.

If he has the power to compare with the immortals, then... he will be in his grasp.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up and took his hand. The burly body walked slowly. The surging blood and blood circulated, making many generals depressed and breathless.

"Raise the soldiers and go straight to Dijing."

Xiang Shaoyun looked like a torch, looking at the cliff outside the door, and his voice was like thunder, Tao said.

The warriors and generals under his command all burst into fanaticism.

The roar exploded.

...

The original Chicheng.

Dazhou military camp.

Within the military account.

Jiang Li in a silver armor looked at the edict of the emperor in his hand, the expression on his face did not change at all.

The emperor emperor knelt down on his knees and dared not move.

After a long time.

Jiang Li sighed long.

He put away the decree and turned his head to look at the messenger: "Go back to your majesty...will be outside, Junling will not be affected."

The messenger shuddered.

This is Jiang Li's intention... to resist!

"If I go to Beijing, the elite soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty have no heads... The army of the North County will not let this opportunity pass.

Jiang Li Road.

Come to kneel to the ground, "Your Majesty actually understands this truth, and does not want to call the general into Beijing, but... the imperial generals impeached the generals, the knees of the officials were crying, and the pressure was high."

"Besides, the hundred officials are on the stage. The army of the North County has only one thousand soldiers to guard the original red, and the remaining soldiers and horses retreat from the original Chicheng thirty miles... This is forced by the power of the Great Zhou, and the war has no worries.

Come to make a fist, said.

Jiang Li sat on the military account chair, his face frosty.

Even he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

The rotten officials, the family with bad intentions, and the big hands of the Mo family are pushing behind.

Emperor Jing... changes rapidly.

If he really abandoned the front line and returned to Beijing, the North County Army would rush to the next day.

Jiang Li closed his eyes,

After all, he resisted.

The imperial messenger rode back to the imperial city on a fast horse, and sent the news back.

In an instant, the entire Imperial City was thoroughly frying.

Impeachment chapters, like raindrops under heavy rain, poured into the Zijin Palace.

The old eunuch could only hear the heavy gasps in Zijin Palace.

It seems as if a heavy rain is brewing.

Yu Wenxiu went to the bookstore again, but was still stopped by Mo Tianyu.

"Your Majesty, the Master doesn't see anyone."

Mo Tianyu laughed.

"Except Young Master Luluo..." After thinking about it, he added.

"why?!"

"I am very confused now, and I need the teacher to give me directions." Yu Wenxiu stared at Mo Tianyu, as if there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

Once, he wondered whether Jiang Li was the murderer who killed his father and emperor. With the rumor spreading, the seeds deeply buried in Yu Wenxiu's heart sprouted.

At first, he once asked this question about Guo Shi, but...now, even the Guo Shi is mixed with this matter, so Yu Wenxiu's heart is messed up...

Mo Tianyu shook his head.

"The Master doesn't see anyone."

"Otherwise... Weichen counts a hexagram for His Majesty? Weichen's hexagram... is still accurate."

Mo Tianyu said.

Yu Wenxiu heard that, full of disappointment, he looked at the bookcase, and he could faintly see a figure sitting in a rocking chair, swaying in front of the second floor window.

As for letting Mo Tianyu count...

Yu Wenxiu turned his head and left without hesitation.

Mo Tianyu: "..."

Heartbroken, Your Majesty.

Yu Wenxiu returned to Zijin Palace and saw no one.

His heart is tangled, fighting between heaven and man...

The North County Army retreated from the original red, Yu Wenxiu knew that there must be fraud.

"Your Majesty, the hundred officials kneel outside the Zijin Palace...please His Majesty *Li's crime of resisting the purpose."

"Your Majesty, there are people in the imperial city marching on the street, saying they want to seek justice for the first emperor..."

"Your Majesty, there are rumors in the room. Your Majesty has become a puppet of the princes, and Great Week is not Great Week..."

...

Messages reached Yu Wenxiu's ears.

Yu Wenxiu's face was almost distorted. He removed the crown and his hair was messy, like a madness.

In the desk case, nine edicts have been written, and the ink has not yet dried up.

He was hesitating whether to issue an edict.

Yu Wenxiu is not stupid. He knows exactly what these nine edicts mean for the entire big week.

His heart was struggling.

suddenly.

The hair was messy, and Yu Wenxiu, who was disheveled, remembered Mo Tianyu's words in front of the bookcase.

"Your Majesty, the Master doesn't see anyone."

"Except Young Master Luluo."

In the dark purple palace, Yu Wenxiu's eyes gradually began to flash.

"Is this the teacher's advice?"

"North Luolu safe..."

Yu Wenxiu breathed quickly.

"Come here! Drive...Beilao City!"

Outside the Zijin Palace.

The old eunuch was stunned when he heard Yu Wenxiu's excited words.

Afterwards, he seemed to remember something, his body could not help shaking, but he still suppressed his fear and bowed.

"Well."

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lv Mu landed on the island, feeling inexplicably shaking, and had a bad feeling.

He swallowed, the heart island changed dramatically, and the air became fresher, as if taking a breath could make his soul sublime.

The strange chrysanthemums growing on the island are becoming more and more lush.

In the distance, the little girl Ni Yu surrounded her body with a light blue air flow. A black pot floated in front of her, and there was a horrible boiling in the pot.

On the other side, Nie Changqing manipulated the pig-killing knife across the sky, splitting the lake water, and chopping a white snake water mark, which was difficult to heal for a long time.

Yi Yue practiced martial arts. After Lu Fan's modified whip method, it was difficult to capture its traces. Between the lashes, it seemed that the air had been exploded.

Ning Zhaofenghua peerless, white skirt fluttering, standing on the lake.

It looks normal... a fart.

I saw Ning Zhao opened his eyes, and the lake surface was suddenly hollowed out by the terrible pressure.

Lu Mu shook his mind and body, these practitioners... so terrible.

He now only wanted to get the agreed Xianyuan from Master Lu and immediately left this terrible island.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaned against the wind to listen to the wind, and a white dress smiled toward Lu Mu.

Lv Mu saw the sentence in front of the door of the pavilion. The terrible coercion made him afraid to look directly. He lowered his head and went to the second floor of the pavilion.

Finally, he saw Master Lu Shao, a gentle and gentle man.

The tension was calmed down inexplicably.

Lu Fan smiled at Lv Muzhen with a wave of his hand. The wine glass filled with green plum wine floated up and hung in front of Lv Mudan.

"Wollongling is doing well."

Lu Fan smiled.

"Lord Master Lu praised that the old deceased came today... for the promise of the Master."

Lu Mu said seriously.

"Senior Master Ben's words and words, when he promised you a ray of immortality, naturally will not count."

Lu Fan smiled and waved his hand gently, suddenly a ray of aura poured into Lu Mu's body.

Lv Mu was shocked, and his hair was all open. There was aura in the Qidan, and the whole person was a little more elegant and immortal.

"This is... Reiki!"

Lu Mu was trembling at his beard and was very excited.

"Old Lu, sit."

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, his forehead hair flying in the wind, he propped his chin in one hand and pressed it against a thin wool blanket covering his knees.

"Let's discuss it again."

Lu Fandao.

Lu Mu suddenly stiffened with excitement.

"Master Lu...what?"

Lu Fan smiled warmly, took a sip of warm plum wine, and smiled lightly.

"It’s not a big deal, you should be aware that the opening of the Wolongling fairy palace indicates the coming of the era of spiritual practitioners. Today, I don’t know anything about the spiritual practice system, spiritual practice, and secrets of spiritual practice... and I am white jade Beijing, as the first practitioner force, shoulders the important task of spreading the knowledge of practicing the world."

"Therefore, a perfect intelligence system is needed."

"But my son is afraid of trouble, so... I want to discuss with you the things that the celestial master compiled into my Bai Yujing."

Lu Fan took a sip of warm liquor and said lightly.

"It doesn't matter, this son is very temperamental, what do you think boldly."

Lu Fandao.

"If you have no idea, you will go back and tell the Tianji family Zhuzi, you can let Zhuzi enter the lake heart island to discuss in detail."

Lu Mu was cold for both body and mind. Although Lu Fan smiled like flowers in front of him, there was terror pressure in his heart that tightened his heart.

Master Lu, you have a good temper?

Believe you a ghost!

Lv Mu left Baiyu Jinglou in a trance.

Boarded the lonely boat, picked up the boat and swung it out.

It's only a long time since I swayed...

Lu Mu's right heart did not get the joy of Xianyuan.

"Pootong" knelt on the lone boat with a cry.

Obviously came to Beiluocheng to take the fairy edge...

Why, in a blink of an eye... He packaged "Tianjijia" for sale?

God, what... did he do?

PS: Although the tickets are often torn, the authors still want... to ask for votes!