Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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"Fairy?!"

Li Sansi looked at the huge stone face formed by the terracotta gravel floating in the void, and his heart trembled.

Fairy?!

The fairy who created the Dragon Land?

The terrible coercion pervades the dragon gate, and the repressed, seemingly thickened quagmire can't even be moved.

Zhu Long turned into a dragon body, and was lying on the ground. The child who seemed to be doing something wrong was full of panic and panic.

Lu Fan's mind attached to the face of the giant stone man, looking at the candle dragon underneath and Li Sansi kneeling in the distance.

Although it is true that luck is part of strength, it is not entirely luck that Li Sansi can break through the body.

To change a person, be like a dragon by the candle, maybe he has already collapsed, and it is possible to be mad.

After all, the aura fills the body, and the kind of pain like a balloon that is bursting can be sustained by ordinary people.

Li Sansi ignored.

His eyes moved sideways and landed on Zhulong.

Li Sansi sensed "Xian"'s line of sight moved away, inexplicably relieved.

Although he broke through the Qidan, he was still like a ant in front of the "Xian".

In fact, it does.

In the eyes of "Xian", he is indeed the same as ants.

Xian never cared about him at all.

Rumble!

The stone face kept pressing slowly.

Close to the candle dragon.

The candle dragon was lying on the ground, and the feeling of uneasiness and fear grew stronger.

She also seems to know that she used Li Sansi to evolve into a real dragon species, seemingly breaking the rules set by "Abba".

Therefore, at this moment she was terrified.

I was afraid that "Abba" would recycle her and rebuild it.

Lu Fan looked quietly at the candle dragon lying underneath, the candle dragon...is the foundation of Lu Fan's preparation for the promotion of the Five Phoenix Continent to the impact of Gaowu, and even super-fantasy.

Dacheng's candle dragon, but a very scary existence.

Lu Fan did not blame Zhulong's behavior. After all, her purpose was to evolve into a true dragon species.

Instead, it helped Lu Fan complete the task early.

Unique creatures have their unique uniqueness and autonomy.

Lu Fan does not need to suppress this uniqueness and autonomy.

Whether it is a candle dragon, or a black dragon with a violent temper, it is actually created by Lu Fan. No matter how they are turned, there will be awe and fear for Lu Fan in the depths of the soul.

This is the reason why Lu Fan dared to let Eight Dragons spread all over the world.

He wanted to transform the world, but he didn't want to paint the ground as a prison, binding the characteristics of creatures.

After all, he has limited energy alone, all he can do is to distribute seeds that change the world, and then let these seeds take root and germinate.

However, the candle dragon's move still needs to be deterred.

Of course, not only deterring the candle dragon, but also deterring Li Sansi.

Rehabilitation practice is not enough.

"The following is not an example."

Stone face opening.

The horror sound roared throughout the dragon gate.

The candle dragon lying on the ground issued a grieved and terrified dragon.

Li Sansi kneeling on the ground, his pupils tightened, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

Although Shimian only said four words, the pressure on him made him almost breathless.

Lu Fan glanced at Li Sansi.

Gradually dissipated the will.

The stones collapsed and fell to the ground. Afterwards, they melted like snow, and a terracotta warrior rose again on the ground.

The pressure that permeated inside the Dragon Gate disappeared.

Li Sansi gradually straightened up.

He looked at the candle dragon in the distance.

But saw the long tail of Zhulong's finely-swept sweep, rolled up Li Sansi's body.

Although there are cultivation practices in the Tibetan realm, but in the face of the sweep of the candle dragon, it cannot be resisted.

Dazzled, he was flung out of the Dragon Gate and fell out of the deep cave.

Li Sansi stabilized his body and stood up.

Holding a wooden sword, he took two steps and wanted to enter the cave. However, just after taking a step, a black and white eye rose in the cave.

It seemed that there was a sense of death covering Li Sansi's body.

Li Sansi stiffened.

After all, it took a step back.

Glancing at the dead bone on Zhou Feng, he sighed.

He walked steadily to the blue stone, wiped the blood stains on the stone, leaned on the wooden sword, and sat on the blue stone, looking at the scorching sun above the sky, his hair moving in the wind.

...

Daozong, Houshan Bamboo House.

Li Sansui pushed open the door and stood in front of it, turning sideways to let Nie Changqing enter.

Nie Changqing stepped into the bamboo building, and every time he mentioned it, he seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds.

His heart was very embarrassed, and he never saw the free and sharp of Daozong Mountain Gate.

The bamboo building is very simple. A bamboo table and a bamboo mat are empty.

On the bamboo mat, a figure of aunt dressed in a robe and a cloth towel sat quietly.

As quiet as the withered autumn leaves.

"Ruer."

Nie Changqing spoke.

With a bit of anxiety, a voice of joy lingered in the bamboo building.

However... no one responded.

Li Sansui, who stood in front of the bamboo towers, had a faint gaze and pursed his lips.

Nie Changqing came to Dao Gu in a few steps, but found that Dao Gu tilted his head and sat quietly on the bamboo mat, his eyes empty and indifferent.

On the withered bamboo of bamboo mat, a little bit of bamboo scraps were flying.

Two words are engraved on it.

"Qing" and "Double".

Nie Changqing originally fluctuated violently, as if with a landslide and cracked vision, and suddenly softened.

He whispered his aunt's name lightly.

However, Dao only raised his head numbly, with a distressed confusion in his empty eyes. After glancing at Nie Changqing, he continued to tilt his head.

"Brother Nie..."

Li Sansui, standing in front of the door, wanted to explain what was going on.

However, Nie Changqing just waved his hand.

"Needless to say."

Nie Changqing's eyes were very soft, and her palms rested gently on the aunt's head.

"Ruer, let's go home."

"Little Shuang is waiting for us to go home."

Li Sansui in front of the door was slightly startled.

"For me, it is better to have an ending than no ending..."

Nie Changqing said calmly, but there was a fire-like dryness in the calm.

He picked up his aunt, who did not resist, still tilting his head, even playing Nie Changqing's vertical temples with his hand.

Carrying Dao aunt, taking a heavy step, stepping out of the bamboo tower step by step, Li Sansui never stopped.

The sunlight shone through the gap of the bamboo forest, making Nie Changqing narrow his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, Nie Changqing stopped.

He didn’t look back, but turned his back to Li Sansui quietly and said, "At the age of three, Dao Zong is not for you, you should go to Beiluo."

This is the second time Nie Changqing has said this.

When Li Sansui froze, his emotions became more complicated.

After the words were finished, Nie Changqing carried her Dao aunt, stretched out her hand, and put it on the pig-killing knife around her waist.

It refers to another bamboo building.

Nie Changqing looked dull, looking at the bamboo tower and said, "Zhuzi, my Nie Changqing came here on a trip, in addition to taking away Ru'er, he also took the task commanded by the son."

"Take back your wife, and by the way... take Daozong."

Nie Changqing's words fell on the quiet bamboo forest, and the bird was surprised.

Li Sansui heard the words and his pupils shrank.

However, what made her feel even more incredible was that the bamboo door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly opened.

An old voice floated out of the bamboo tower.

"For a while, if Master Beiluo Lu can break it, Dao Zong has served Beiluo like Tianjijia, why not?"

The vicissitudes of voice, with a little husky.

Ricket walked out of the bamboo building with his back on his back.

Nie Changqing was carrying Dao aunt, raised his eyes and looked at the figure with rickets on his back, his face shaved with no expression on his face.

"You don't need a son, you can break the line, just me."

Nie Changqing said.

The words fell and there was a sound.

The spirit in Nie Changqing's Qidan suddenly boiled.

After the completion of the heart knot, he seemed to have undergone an indescribable transformation of the entire Jingqi.

Nie Changqing's body, the withered bamboo leaves suddenly fluttered without wind.

...

North Los Angeles.

Inside an inn.

Chi Lian pushed open the dilapidated wooden window and used a wooden pole to frame it. The sunlight poured in from the window. Under the sunlight, you can see the floating dust flying.

"Sister Chilian, when will Uncle Jiang come to Beiluo?"

A lazy voice came from inside the house.

The white blue bird squatted in front of the chicks in the basket and asked while teasing.

"For a few days, the adult is still coming to Beiluo..."

Chi Lian looked at the bustling and prosperous Beiluocheng street outside the window, his eyes flashing slightly.

The enchanting figure leaned against the window and looked at the white bluebird, saying, "Bluebird, pack up, let's go and visit Master Lu on Lake Heart Island."

The white-blue bird suddenly raised his head and froze.

The chicken cub Xiaofeng took the opportunity to poke out her small head from the front of her chest, sagged, and gasped slightly.

"Not waiting for Uncle Jiang?"

White blue bird pursed his mouth.

Chi Lian shook his head: "Not waiting..."

"Adult entered Beijing, took over the post of the Imperial City, and commanded the army to protect Emperor Jing. I was afraid that there would be no time to come to Beiluo in a short period of time, but I will try my best to do what the adult has asked."

Bai Qingniao was immediately disappointed.

"Okay, to visit Master North Luolu, what do I need to prepare?"

"Does Master Lu like chicken soup? I can boil a bowl of chicken soup for him."

Bai Qingniao said: "I heard that Master Beiluolu has bad temper, can I really worship under his door?"

"Sister Chilian, if I visit Bai Yujing, will I not see Uncle Jiang anymore?"

The white bluebird tweeted non-stop.

After Chi Lian answered back, she ignored her and turned her head to look out the window.

Indeed, it is rumored that Master Beiluolu is unfathomable and has an unpredictable temper.

How can I impress Master Lu?

Chi Lian suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at the white blue bird, and his eyes fell across the white blue bird's bulging chest.

Bai Qingniao shook his face three times, without looking at his head, and cautiously covered his chest.

Chilian's eyes twitched, "Bluebird, your chicken cub...very good, maybe it will impress Master Lu."

When Bai Qingniao heard the words, he breathed a sigh of relief, reached out his hand, and carried Xiaofeng out.

"Do you use Xiaofeng Yi to make chicken soup? I can't make it..."

Bai Qingniao pursed his lips.

Xiao Fengyi, who was carrying him, was originally listless, pulling his head, and suddenly felt a cool breeze passing by, and the chicken buttocks could not help tightening.

When Chi Lian's face was black, did the girl only have chicken soup?!

Can the value of this little chicken cub be measured by a bowl of chicken soup?

Also, if you are the young master of North Luolu, do you rarely have a bowl of chicken soup?

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