Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"Collect Daozong..."

Lu Fan's discourse was very plain, as if it was going to rain, and it was as plain as telling Nie Changqing to go home to collect clothes.

Nie Changqing's body sitting on the futon stiffened slightly.

Daozong... did you touch the careful eyes of your son?

Among the hundreds of schools, Daozong was extremely powerful, and was one of the first schools Lu Fan contacted.

Nie Changqing was originally a Taoist apostate. Han Lianxiao was sent by Daozong's sons to kill Nie Changqing and take Nie Shuang, which was disturbed by Lu Fan.

Nie Changqing once felt that with the death of Han Lianxiao, there might be many strong men in Daozong in Beiluo City in revenge for Han Lianxiao.

However, Nie Changqing guessed wrong.

Dao Zong was indifferent, and Han Lian's death seemed to be an autumn leaf sinking into the bottom of the pond without ripples.

"Son...does this really matter?"

Nie Changqing suppressed the horror in his heart and couldn't help asking.

Lu Fan leaned on the wheelchair, and the light of Chen Xi shone behind him, dazzling and dazzling, with a faint purple awn.

"Am I kidding?"

"Anyway, when you save your wife, you have to break into Daozong, and by the way, you will receive Daozong, and you won't lose..."

Lu Fan pulls his sleeves and drops the white pawn on the spirit pressure chessboard.

Including Dao Zong, this is really Lu Fan's sudden fantasy.

Lu Fan has always entered a misunderstanding.

In fact, if you want to build Bai Yujing into a transcendental force that surpasses hundreds of schools, there is actually a more convenient shortcut.

That is... a hundred houses are included.

When hundreds of schools have become forces under Bai Yujing, wouldn't Bai Yujing naturally become a detached force?

Lu Fan has always felt that he is a kind person.

Therefore, he first asked Lao Nie to explore the bottom. If Dao Zong could agree to include it like a celestial master, all would be happy.

If he didn't want to, then Lu Fan was kind anyway.

Nie Changqing is dry.

Incorporating Tianjijia, now we want to include Daozong...

Nie Changqing faintly seemed to see Lu Fan's huge ambitions, while he was dry and excited.

"What? Dare not?"

Lu Fan glanced at Nie Changqing and raised his eyebrows.

"Your current strength has reached eleven levels of Qidan, and then refining a ray of aura, the Qidan Realm will be complete, and you can try to impact the body reservoir."

Lu Fan's words haunted the terrace.

Nie Changqing looked straight and sat in danger.

"The Tibetan realm is actually not a good shock. Overlords rushed to kill a million troops one by one and tried to break through the shackles of the Tibetan body with great oppression. There is a slight difference. Do you think that without some pressure, can you break through the Tibetan body? "

Lu Fan asked rhetorically.

In Nie Changqing's heart, the overlord rushed to kill the army by himself?

"It's too easy for Mo Yao to pass. Your strength today is really not enough. If you keep your feet on yourself, the future...will be eliminated."

Lu Fandao.

Nie Changqing clenched his fists.

"Fix the state and discuss with Ni Yu about the three Qiqi Dan, there are only three, no more...Elixir is good, but you are different from Ni Yu, she can knock the medicine through, but you, Ning Zhao, Yiyue and others are not allowed to do this."

"If you commit a warning, punish you severely."

Lu Fan's fingers tapped on the wheelchair guards, said.

Nie Changqing looked serious, Zheng Zheng head.

Son... Did this give up Ni Yu?

Nie Changqing turned his head and looked at Ni Yu, who was plucking his butt while practicing alchemy on the island, and pursed his lips.

"Go."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Nie Changqing got up and left the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

The wheelchair turned automatically, leaning on the railing, Lu Fan looked at the dawn on the lake, and slightly raised his mouth.

Suddenly he looked forward to a moment when Bai Yujing compiled a hundred schools and became a transcendental force.

Bai Yujing's becoming a transcendental force is actually only a film away,

Lake Island.

Mo Liuqi knelt quietly on the slate.

He had been kneeling all night, but Lu Fan ignored him.

Mo Liuqi did not give up.

He wants to worship Bai Yujing, he wants to learn the practice of immortality, he wants to become a true practitioner, he wants to...revenge.

suddenly.

Mo Liuqi was shocked.

He raised his head, hoping to look at the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, hazy in the mist.

"Son..."

Mo Liuqi clenched his fists.

"You lost to the overlord. Failure is not terrible. What you fear is that you cannot climb up after being defeated and are blinded by hatred."

Lu Fanyi's voice resounded in Mo Liuqi's ear.

"Son...what should I do?"

Mo Liuqi loosened his clenched fist, his palms were shaking, and his face did not know when tears would run.

He saw with his own eyes that Azhu was dying like a scarlet mandala before him.

He picked up the half-faced mask of ink that had been smashed.

His tense heart collapsed.

"Sonson...you have a lot of magical powers, can you save Azhu and face paralyzed face, I am willing to use my life as a cow and a horse to exchange them for a safe life..."

Mo Liuqi knelt down on the ground, crying like a collapsed child.

On the island.

Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao and others looked over.

Mo Liuqi, who was crying and tearing his heart, gazed slightly.

This kind of heartbroken true feelings will only be revealed when you lose a loved one.

"They are dead."

Lu Fanling's voice lingered.

"People go to hell, and it is difficult to resurrect."

Lu Fan's words made Mo Liuqi's heart more and more cold.

"However, now that the aura is recovering, the world has changed greatly, go out and walk more, look for the opportunity of the immortal fate, in the future...it is impossible to reopen hell, come back in soul."

Mo Liuqi stunned and raised his head violently, his eyes burst out with hope.

"You work hard to become stronger. When you are strong enough to reopen hell, maybe... it is when you meet them again."

Lu Fan's voice was still lingering.

But it was like a ray of dew, which brought moisture and hope to the desert of Mo Liuqi, which was dry and desperate.

Mo Liuqi stood up and bowed deeply towards the landing.

After that, he turned around and left the Huxin Island in a lonely boat.

He wants to leave the city of Beiluo, he wants to break into the mainland, looking for the immortal edge, he wants to become stronger until the day when hell can be reopened.

"You can go to the border, maybe, hope is in a place full of despair."

Upstairs.

Lu Fan took a sip of plum wine, watching from the fence, reminded him.

Clouds and words lingered between them.

The figure of Mo Liuqi has gradually dim.

...

North County, not Zhou Feng.

Li Sansi opened his eyes slowly, the peak became extremely quiet, and the blowing wind seemed to disappear.

Li Sansi in a blue shirt above Qingshi grabbed the wooden sword and turned his head vigilantly.

Suddenly, he froze.

Because, behind Bluestone, there was a girl sitting on the ground with her knees quietly.

The girl closed her eyes and her long eyelashes twitched slightly.

On Zhou Feng, how could a girl with closed eyes appear?

Li Sansi leaped off the bluestone, still looking around with vigilance, and in front of the dark cave was still covered with dry bones.

Faced with bones all over the floor, the girl had no fear at all.

This girl... has a problem.

Faintly gave him a great horror.

Li Sansi wood sword resisted, the aura in Qidan worked, he stared at the girl with closed eyes.

Suddenly stunned.

The girl's muscles are like jadeite, and her childish face has a little ignorance and ignorance of the world.

That kind of purity, like a small hammer, struck Li Sansi's chest, making his heart tremble slightly.

He couldn't help thinking of his sister Li Sansui.

Once upon a time, his sister Li Sansui was so innocent...

However, the more pure it is, the easier it is to get injured.

When the sister's heartache changed her name to Mo Chou, there would be no pure Li three years old in the world, only Dao Li Mo Chou.

Li Sansi dropped the wooden sword, "Girl..."

The closed-eye girl didn't speak, but raised her finger and pointed to the wooden flute around Li Sansi's waist.

Li Sansi was startled.

"Girl want to listen to flute?"

The girl nodded.

Li Sansi is a little embarrassed. He likes to play the tune alone outside the Sai, just because the tune he plays is not very nice.

He is not used to playing in front of people.

Li San thought to refuse, but the girl hugged her legs and squatted on the ground, tilting her immature face. Li Sansi shuddered in her heart, and suddenly she did not want to refuse.

"If the performance is not good, the girl should not be disgusted."

Li Sansi scratched his head.

After that, he jumped onto bluestone again and sat cross-legged. Mujian reached his knees and pulled out the flute. His lips hit the flute. A stream of air poured into the flute and shuttled inside the wooden flute. His fingers moved slightly and played a gentle flute sound.

On Zhou Feng, the flute sound is melodious, accompanied by the brilliance of the morning light, and it is somewhat elegant.

Tsing Yi Taoist plays music, and young girls listen to music.

The picture is quite harmonious.

however……

If at this moment someone never looked out of Zhou Feng.

You can find out, there is no girl listening to music.

There is only one monster with a snake head, winding out of the dark cave, hanging in front of Li Sansi and listening to music with his eyes closed.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, I am only in this mountain.

This is the state of Li Sansi at the moment.

Just a song.

Li Sansi opened his eyes slowly, with a smile on his face, looking at the girl.

The girl nodded slightly, raised her hand again, and pointed to the flute.

Li Sansi was stunned. After playing once, he seemed to be no longer ashamed and played again.

The flute sounds melodious, which makes Li Sansi quite enjoy the feeling of having an audience.

With his flute lingering, the indescribable horror suppressed by the horror that permeated on the peak of Zhou Zhou disperse uncontrollably.

"Girl, ugly."

Li Sansi smiled.

He touched the back of his head and looked at the girl curiously.

"Under Li Sansi, Muzi Li, after thinking twice, don't know the girl's name?"

Li Sansi laughed.

The girl holding her knees hesitated, her long eyelashes trembling, it was her mouth, and her voice murmured like a mosquito.

"Dad... called... I... Candle Dragon."

"Zhulong?"

Li Sansi felt half-hearted and nodded: "What a gentle name, the bamboo on the moon looks like exquisite, much better than my sister's self-acquired Mo Chou's stupid name."

Li Sansi praised.

The girl was a little ignorant, but she didn't say anything.

The girl raised her hand and pointed at the flute again. She liked to listen to music.

"Let's rest for a while, I played a few songs, and I was a little dry."

Li Sansi chuckled, took a hip flask from his waist, pulled the stopper, poured a few sips of wine, and drunk heartily.

The girl's eyelashes twitched, her nose shook slightly, her fingers extended, and she pointed to the jug.

Li Sansi couldn't help but stunned.

"Girl wants to drink?"

"No, no..."

When the girl heard the rejection, she seemed a little unhappy. Her skin, like jadeite, was flushed with redness, and her eyelashes flickered slightly, and she seemed to open her eyes.

Li Sansi thought the girl would cry.

As a child, he was most afraid of his sister crying. When he cried, he was at a loss.

For a while, I was in a hurry and handed the hip flask to the girl.

"Can only take a sip."

Li Sansi asked seriously.

The redness of the girl's face disappeared, holding the hip flask, and grunting... the flask was completely gone.

However, the girl pointed to the flute again.

Li Sansi couldn't help crying, this girl...was so weird.

He sat on the bluestone, playing the flute with the morning light, and the flute sounded leisurely.

While listening to music, the girl patted the hip flask and wanted to shoot some wine.

...

Beiluo.

Lake Heart Island.

Lu Fan, who was playing chess, was slightly stiff.

His eyes changed, the lines flickered between faintly, and he saw the beautiful picture of Tsing Yi playing the flute on Bu Zhou Feng.

Lu Fanzui shivered...

Li Sansi, this beast!

He just born candle dragon... this is the rhythm to be abducted?

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