Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The dull voice suppressed some excitement and complexity, lingering between the collapsed mountain gates.

The smoke filled.

Nie Changqing walked slowly, killing the pig knife hanging beside him, floating quietly.

The wind on the mountain, blowing his white shirt hunting, and dark hair.

In the distance, a little Daotong was frightened and ran to Daozongguan in panic.

Nie Changqing didn't shoot Xiao Daotong, but just looked up quietly. The sun tore the clouds, and the sky shone from the sky. The golden light shone, shining on the ancient stairs of Taoism.

Nie Changqing didn't stop and continued walking. He came to the stone archway with the words "Zhi Xin Guan" engraved by Dao Zong.

After the arch, it was Daozong's martial arts stadium, a large flat, where many legendary martial artists were born.

The former Nie Changqing also sweated like sweat on Daping.

Nie Changqing stepped into it step by step.

But I saw that hundreds of Taoists had already sat on Daping.

They sat on the bluestone or sat under the pine and cypress, or watched Nie Changqing with the shade.

Someone showed disdain to Nie Changqing.

Others have shown complex emotions to Nie Changqing.

To Nie Changqing, Dao Zong’s disciples will not feel strange, after all, the incident that year had a vigorous impact, and it is also a rare talk in Dao Zong that is comparable to what happened to Li Sansui.

"He actually dared to come back..."

"Is Brother Han Lianxiao dead in his hands... This kind of hard-hearted person should be killed with a sword."

"Don't dare to blaze the Dao Sect on doing such arduous things, really shameless!"

...

A Taoist priest looked at Nie Changqing, sneer, tone or jealousy, or indifference.

Under an old pine, there is an old Taoist sitting with his eyes closed, beside the old Taoist, there are also several old Taoists, some indifferent, some cold, some angry...

Look directly at Nie Changqing.

On Daping, there was a sudden silence, and the needle was audible.

Only Nie Changqing's steady footsteps were lingering.

"You guys, long time no see."

Nie Changqing white shirt hunting, slowly said.

No one answered him.

The old Taoist sitting under the pine opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Nie Changqing.

Suddenly he laughed.

He took out a torn and scattered letter from his thick sleeves and threw it out, entangled in a force, and actually let the soft stationery fly towards Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing raised his hand and took the letter lightly.

Looking at the letter written to his wife, the torn and shredded, Nie Changqing's unshaven lips twitched, and finally turned into a sigh.

Sure enough, the son was right.

If you want to be reasonable, you have to convince these people first.

According to the gentleman's temper.

If you have persuaded you, it makes sense.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan suddenly felt a little itchy nose, as if someone was secretly nagging him.

Rubbing his nose, Lu Fan picked up the bronze wine glass and took a sip of wine.

"Xiao Ni, Zhao Ning Zhao came up."

Lu Fandao.

"Well."

Ni Yu was stuffed with a panacea in his mouth, and he responded vaguely, and then ran down the pavilion like a gust of wind.

Lu Fan's eyes fell on the spirit pressure chessboard, wanting to take a look at the situation in the secret realm.

On the horizontal line of Beiluo Lake, the sun jumped out of the thick clouds and sprinkled with thousands of brilliances, like a golden curtain opened.

Seems to think of something.

Lu Fan's heart moved, and the picture in front of him suddenly changed.

Over a long distance, fell on a towering and steep mountain.

There is a view on the mountain, and there is a Taoist in front of it.

"Old Nie...going to Taoist Sect."

Lu Fan smiled and took a sip of wine.

Soon, Ning Zhaobai's skirt came to Lu Fan, and she was slightly lowered.

"Son..."

Looking at the situation on Daozong, Lu Fan said to Ning Zhao on the other side: "Go to the Longmen secret realm and strive to break through the body Tibetan. If you fail to break through the body Tibetan this time, you may be completely behind..."

Lu Fandao.

Ning Zhao stunned, and then her eyes became sharp and dignified. She bit her plump red lips and said firmly:

"Slave slaves will not disappoint the son's expectations."

"Go."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Ning Zhao turned to the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

In the distance, Lu Muxing and Lu Dongxuan were looking over.

Ning Zhao took a step and actually set foot on Beiluo Lake. There was a vortex in the lake and a dragon gate was suspended.

Lu Mu was very curious about his heart, and he wanted to explore it.

However, Lu Fan never spoke, he did not dare to enter without permission.

Jing Yue looked at Ning Zhao, whose body gradually disappeared in the Dragon Gate, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan's faint voice rose from his ears.

"You also go to Longmen..."

Jing Yue heard the words, and looked suddenly happy.

Dragon Gate is a secret realm arranged by immortals. There are immortal margins in the secret realm. If he can get a huge immortal margin, his Jingyue's strength will definitely increase. When he escapes, he can run faster!

"Thank you son!"

Jing Yue was full of joy.

After that, he turned and wanted to go away.

However, after thinking about it, he ran to Ni Yu again, licking his face and begging for Qi Qidan.

Ni Yu was also generous and gave him two pills.

Upstairs.

Lu Fan no longer waited and watched these, he watched the things above Daozong while drinking wine.

Nie Changqing had a knot in his heart, and this knot lasted five years.

For Lu Fan, it is not important what the heart knot is. What is important is that this heart knot cannot be removed. Nie Changqing is difficult to break through to a higher level.

Therefore, Lu Fan asked Nie Changqing to go to Daozong, breaking his heart.

"Dao Zong..."

Lu Fan's mouth twitched, leaning against the scarlet carved wooden fence, and gave a soft smile.

...

"Who tear this letter?"

Nie Changqing's dull voice haunted the entire Daping.

"How about Nao Lao tearing?"

Cang Song sat down, said.

The pig-killing knife hung in front of Nie Changqing. He grabbed the handle and pointed the knife straight at the old...

Nie Changqing's eyes gradually turned into coldness: "No, if you tear my letter, I will cut your hand."

"presumptuous!"

The old road was furious.

A palm was shot on the pine tree, and the pine needles were shaken.

The Taoist priests around him were also furious, "crazy!"

Nie Changqing smiled, but didn't say much, but just started to walk slowly, slowly walked to the old road, and killed the pig knife.

Above Daping, the T-shirt rolled over.

Six figures fluttered and fell in front of Nie Changqing.

"Old ten, retreat, retreat, I waited for nothing and nothing happened."

A Tsingtao Taoist has a complex emotional opening.

"Old ten, for the sake of you and me practicing martial arts together... withdraw."

"Different in the past, although you have a fairy edge, but now the fairy edge is also in favor of Daozong...you can't beat it."

Several Taoists also spoke.

"Leave? I see who dares to let him go... The retreats! The disciples of Daozong all listen to my arrangement today!"

Old ways coldly.

"Leave him!"

"Dao Zong disciple... set up!"

Old waved.

"Hello!"

On Daping, a lot of Tsingtao Taoists walked on foot and sat down in different directions.

Every qingdao Taoist put his hands together and burst out of anger.

These qi and blood, according to the traction in different directions, seem to form a strange force, densely covering the entire Daping, exuding a depressing breath.

Ok?

On Lake Island, Lu Fanmei on the pavilion suddenly picked up.

The actions of many disciples of Daozong revealed his curiosity.

"This is... formation?"

This is the first time Lu Fan has seen the formation. It is worthy of inheriting the Taoist Sect for thousands of years, and it still has some details.

Moreover, the formation...

It also gave Lu Fan some inspiration.

Above Taoism.

Nie Changqing made a hair hunt.

Looked at the six people standing in front of him.

Once he was the tenth of Taoism, and these six people were the third, fourth... to eighth of Taoism.

The ninth Daozong Han Lian laughed and died in Beiluo City. He died peacefully.

"You, my Nie Changqing... I just want to ask a small family to reunite, why should I stop me like this?"

"Five years..."

"I should take my wife home."

Nie Changqing said.

The six people standing in front of him could only sigh.

"Do not talk nonsense! Go! Take down this wicked!"

Under the pine, the master burst out.

The formation pressure formed by the Taoist ethos and blood of Daozong suddenly fell on Nie Changqing.

boom!

Indistinctly, the gravel was beating.

The six people who stopped Nie Changqing raised their arms, with knives, guns, bows...

Nie Changqing felt the pressure on him.

Smiled.

Daozong is still Daozong, but he...but he is not the one he was five years ago.

Nie Changqing grabbed the pig knife.

Xu took a step.

"Xianyuan..."

"I am a disciple of Baiyujing, and it is the biggest fairy."

Nie Changqing's voice lingered and resounded through Daping.

As if the thunder fell, it suddenly rang.

Nie Changqing's white shirt fluttered, her hair flew up, her gaze like a torch.

In a flash, Nie Changqing was originally like a scholar.

It became a peerless murderer walking out of the bloody sea of ​​corpses.

Wisps of light blue aura lingered around his body.

Spiritual pressure... release!

boom!

The oppression formed by Daozong Dazheng was carried down by Nie Changqing who did not change his face.

The gusty wind blew up on Daping.

Nie Changqing walked step by step, before reaching the distinguished six disciples of Dao Zong.

The invisible spirit pressure was released all over his body.

Let the six Taoist disciples tremble under his spiritual pressure.

at last……

Daozong could not bear the eighth, because he was the weakest, so he kneeled the fastest...

The sound of the knee hitting the blue brick of Daping is like the morning bell of Mugu.

A Tsingtao Taoist carrying a long bow, took off the long bow behind his back, put on a sharp arrow, and jerked at Nie Changqing.

Daozong third, Miao Renyu, a poetic name.

call out!

Arrows, shoot out.

High-speed rotation, with terrible penetration.

However, Nie Changqing did not evade, and still stepped forward.

The arrow stopped when it was close to the square inch of Nie Changqing, and it was difficult to enter, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Nie Changqing raised his hand slowly, flexing his fingers on the arrow.

The arrow is crooked.

Turned the arrow, but aimed at the old way of sitting under the pine, Qingshi Mountain.

The arrow regained its speed and exploded out, almost passing Miao Renyu's cheek, leaving a trace of blood on his cheek.

Arrows flicked tail feathers.

It seems that the thunder that tears the night, with the sound of roar, is approaching the old face!