Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and went to Dijing.

Throughout Nanjun, the master is now Tang Xiansheng's eldest son, Tang Baiyun, the future heir of the Tang family.

Losing the suppression of Tang Xiansheng, Tang Baiyun finally felt the taste of control.

However, Tang Baiyun did not feel too obsessed with this feeling, but spent his time and energy on the excavation of the Longmen secret realm and the training of the Nanfu Army. He even had ambitions to cultivate the Nanfu Army into Be loyal to his private army.

You can get auras by breaking the Terracotta Army. This is just a corner of the Dragon Gate’s secret realm. If you cross the chain bridge and board the floating island, will there be a greater chance?

However, he ordered someone to break through a floating island.

The two masters just stepped into the cable bridge, blinked their heads, and their bodies rose into the air, and the body fell to the cliff.

Tang Baiyun didn't even see how these two gurus died, so he was terrified.

He also understands that this iron rope bridge, the strength of the Nanan Army today, is simply impossible to cross, even if the whole army strikes, it can only be killed by the whole army.

Perhaps, when Tang Yimo came back, there would be some opportunities.

Late at night.

Tang Baiyunduan sat on the Taishi chair, his eyes looked at the ground, and he slightly lost his mind.

"Tang Yimo..."

Suddenly, Tang Baiyun clenched his fists and took a deep breath, with a bit of jealousy and resentment in his teeth.

Tang Yimo's practitioners made him very jealous.

Nowadays Tang Baiyun is also a practitioner... However, he lacks the practice method, so he is not a thorough practitioner.

But Tang Yimo is different. Tang Yimo has an orthodox practice method, which can even increase the combat effectiveness.

"Report..."

Just when Tang Yimo was thinking about how to get the practice method from Tang Yimo.

Outside the door, a soldier came over quickly.

"Princess Qi Yun, someone asks."

The soldiers spoke quickly.

"The man said that he would release it to the eldest son."

The soldiers said, handing a wooden, roughly carved strange statue to Tang Baiyun.

Tang Baiyun narrowed his eyes.

I took the statue. It was rough in workmanship, but it was a bit rough and primitive.

"Leave, let that man in."

Tang Baiyun said.

The soldiers bowed their orders and quit the room.

In a moment.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure completely wrapped in a black robe stepped into the house and came to Tang Baiyun.

There was a faint, eccentric laughter lingering in the room.

...

Sword Saint Huadongliu, a sword of Dongliu, although he is a son of the sword faction, but he is not as divided as the strength of the sword faction, carrying a sword box, hiding several swords in the box.

He has only one sword, an old sword that has accompanied him for decades.

Although the sword is old, it is still sharp.

Since Gong Yuyu, Xie Yunling and Huadong Liu have made a decision, they went to Zhongnan Mountain together.

The three found three carriages and slowly walked towards Beijun. They did not rush into Beiluo immediately, but went to Beijun first.

When Jiansheng Huadongliu left Zhongnan Mountain, the whole Zhongnan Sword School also moved.

Many sword-sect disciples went down the mountain and went northward.

Tiandang Mountain, Taoism.

A horse rider carrying a young man in a green shirt returned slowly.

Li Sansi looked at the Tiandang Mountains covered by clouds and mists, and he climbed the ancient ladder, holding the green cow, and stepped up step by step.

The broken mountain gate still has the marks of the knife.

Li Sansi gazed at the knife marks on his broken mountain gate.

There was a faint flash of light in front of my eyes, like a person, walking at a solid pace, step by step from the foot of the mountain, splitting the gate that was blocking him in front of him.

"Old ten?"

Li Sansi has complex emotions.

After all, this step has been reached, but it is not surprising.

A grudge needs to be settled after all.

Set foot on the mountain gate Daping,

"Brother Sansi is back!"

"Dao Zong is back first!"

"It can be regarded as a return. If it were better to return early, someone could stop Nie Changqing."

Dao Zong's disciples were very excited, but also very lonely.

In the past, they had the arrogance and self-confidence of hundreds of forces of all kinds of children.

However, on that day, one person cut their arrogance and confidence apart.

Li Sansi was slightly stunned, but did not expect that his response was so great.

He nodded with a smile and asked Daotong to take his green cow, while he went to pick the star peak and walked towards the bamboo tower.

"My Daozong... also has dragon gates?"

Li Sansi looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Dragon Gate, and his emotions were mixed for a while.

But seeing the thick fog above the Dragon Gate, soon, it turned into the figure of Li Sansui.

The three-year-old Taoist Li dressed up, raised his hand, and Yun Qi pressed down violently, turning into a Yunlong, depressed and terrible.

"You finally know you are back."

Li Sansui looked at Li Sansi and said.

Yunlong flew down violently, with unstoppable fierceness.

Li Sansi held his hand and smiled, holding the wooden sword and gently raised it.

Yunlong roared, but Li Sansi just clicked on the tip of Yunlong's nose, covering the huge Yunlong picking Xingfeng, and then shattered.

The gusty wind roared, and Li Sansui's robe fluttered continuously.

"Good, Jiuduan Qidan Realm..."

Li Sansi chuckled.

Li Sansui, who was sitting in front of the Dragon Gate, contracted his pupils and seemed to feel incredible.

"You have become stronger!"

Li Sansui said.

Li Sansi's eyes became deep, leaning on the wooden sword and looking at the stars and dragon gate.

"Qi Dan Realm...I am not."

"What about you?"

Li Sansui ignored the shock, Li Sansi continued to ask.

Li Sansui floated down from the Dragon Gate and gave Li Sansi a complex mood. Li Sansi seemed to have grown up and became more mature and profound.

On him... what happened?

Li Sansui did not ask, but replied: "Sincere...can't think of it."

Ok?

Li Sansi froze, how to say?!

"Brother Nie made a trip and smashed the mountain gate with a knife, and Zun Shang saved the sister Ru with a knife."

"So, I can't think of it, he has gone to Beiluo."

Li Sansui's words, without the slightest disguise, Li Sansi listened to a slightly strange face.

"It's really hard to think about it. The old ten is a big blow to respect."

Li Sansi said against the wind at the top of the mountain.

"Sovereignly said, if he can't come back, I will be the next son of Daozong." Li Sansui hunted in the robe, looking at the sky and the stars as if he could reach out with a hand.

"Oh."

Li Sansi nodded.

Li Sansui lightly "huh", and on the top of the mountain he returned to tranquility.

The brothers and sisters did not appear to have any gaps for the so-called sons.

In fact, for Li Sansui and Li Sansi, both of them actually quite contradict this position.

Otherwise, Li Sansi will not leave the Taoist sect all the year round, walk side by side, and be free from life and death.

"Three years old, you are going to be a woman in the Taoist ancestors, take care of yourself, and don't cry and cry for other men."

Li Sansi smiled, as if there was a relief in his smile.

Li Sansui looked black and looked at Li Sansi indifferently.

boom!

On the peak of picking stars, the sky clouds suddenly agitated.

Yunlong turned into a head, staring coldly at Li Sansi.

Li Sansi smiled lightly, and Mu Jian lifted up gently, "It's useless, I hide it for the body, hang any pride..."

"Dare to fight back, I will cry in front of my father's grave."

Li Sansui said indifferently.

The movement in Li Sansi's hands suddenly lags behind.

Afterwards, Man Tian Yunlong shocked.

Late at night.

The Daozong disciples were all amazed to see that Li Sansi, the first Daozong, limped off to pick the star peak, lay on top of the green cow, and went down to Tiandang Mountain.

The green cow raised his hoof and went straight to Beiluo.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

The torrential rain that lasted for a long time finally dissipated, revealing the sky-washed sky, the stars flickered, and the moon bloomed like frost.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

The entire pavilion was shrouded in a terrible and extreme pressure.

Lu Fanchizi frowned, staring at the spirit pressure chessboard.

In his eyes, it seemed that there was a general trend of wind and rain, and the rainstorm roared between the children and the wind.

Around Lu Fan's body, it seemed as though wind and rain were condensing.

A heavy rain.

Let the air on Huxin Island become more fresh and clean.

Ni Yu ran out of the pavilion with a black pot and stepped on the water. The white and blue birds followed behind her, and there were little chicks in her arms.

Ni Yu's eyes scanned the chick from time to time, tongue licked lips.

Mingyue held the pipa, dried a step stone, and sat on it, trying to play the pipa.

She is very stubborn and very unbelieving.

With the sound of heaven and earth in the sound of the lute, she can definitely do it!

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood leisurely, looking at the peach blossoms on the island.

Suddenly.

The jewel-like eyes light up.

But I saw that the flowers and bones had a tendency to break open and bloom.

"This is the spirit thing sown by the son, and it is the same as that of the heavenly chrysanthemum. Once this peach flower is in full bloom, the aura contained in each peach flower will burst out together, and it will definitely form a small aura storm, so ...You have to seize the opportunity."

Ning Zhao looked at Yiyue and said.

Yiyue's eyes lit up and nodded uncontrollably.

The terrible power from the game on the second floor of the pavilion shook Yi Yue and Ning Zhao's body slightly.

"The son is becoming more and more obscured, and now even playing chess has become so scary."

Yiyuedao.

Suddenly.

A white pigeon flapped its wings outside the lake island surrounded by dense fog.

After breaking through the dense fog, he landed on the top of Lv Muzhen who was drinking tea.

Lu Mu grabbed the white pigeon and took off the news tied to his feet.

Wow.

The tea is poured into the cup, and the green tea water is fragrant.

"What's wrong? What news surprised you so much?"

Lu Dongxuan smiled.

"Tao Zongzi's Xie Yunling and Jianpai Zhuzi's eastward stream, both of them went out together and went north together with the organist Zhuzi Gongyu Yu. Their goal... is a son."

Lu Mu said seriously.

Lu Dongxuan's movement of drinking tea was slightly sluggish.

Afterwards, he shook his head with a smile, the big gold chain on his neck sparkled.

"These old things are still unacceptable... but they are all about to be abandoned by the times, and no more will be stamped on this world, leaving a mark, I am afraid that I will leave regrets."

"Actually, these old guys are not stupid, they know how to look at the time..."

"They just refused to accept it."

Lu Mu took a sip of strong tea.

"The Sword School East China Stream, known as the world's first sword, is a great master who has been famous for a long time. It is also the sons of the Sword School. With Xie Yunling and Gong Yuyu, can they fight the son?"

Lu Mu asked about curiosity.

"war?"

"What battle?"

"Every ten East China stream can't reach the son, and he is not a level opponent, how to fight?"

Lu Dongxuan shook his head with a smile.

"Actually, these old guys didn't mean to fight, they might... just want to stay in regret."

Lu Mu thought deeply about it.

Do not leave regrets?

Knowing that he would lose or die, he still went back to Beiluo.

"For what?"

Lu Mu poured tea.

Lu Dongxuan watched the green tea pouring, raised his hand, and touched the big gold chain on his neck.

"Perhaps, to let an era... be able to end in the most regrettable way."

...

One day later.

North County, military camp.

Three carriages drove in.

Mobeike received the news and walked out of the account.

Dantai Xuan and Mo Ju also walked out one after another.

Many generals in North County are curious to watch the three old men walking out of the carriage.

They are old rickets, and even half of their bodies must be buried in the soil, but...the three are full of spirit.

One is immortal wind bones, the other is sharp like a sword straight into the sky, and the other is small, but it gives a strange and unpredictable feeling.

There are three children of all hundreds of schools!

"Mobeike, I'm waiting for one of the three, one trip to Beiluo?"

Xie Yunling said.

Mo Beike smiled, and the wrinkles on his face stacked.

"Although I am old, I also want to accompany you to Beiluo, but..."

"The old man is afraid that he will be killed by Lu Pingan just after entering the city."

Mobeike laughed.

He said slowly that he had made Yin and Yang's Zhuzi Wei Luan pretend to be him.

"With old age's understanding of Lu Ping's temper, old age deceived him that day, as soon as he entered Beiluo, he was afraid that he would die miserably, so... sorry."

"This Beiluo, old, will not go."

Huadong Liu looked at Mobeike lightly.

Xie Yunling was full of emotions, Wei Luan... It turned out to be dead, and the sentiment of the public was complicated.

The crowd was not admonishing.

The three carriages slowly turned around and drove out of the North County Barracks.

Lifting the dust, it disappeared at the end of the horizon and went straight to Beiluo.

Dantai Xuan took his hand and looked at the shadow of the horse body that had left.

Can't help feeling: "An era will eventually come to an end, saying that all the hundreds of children are all talents with outstanding talents. Seeing them today is indeed extraordinary."

"The collision of the Baizi era of the Zhuzi and the Baiyujing era...Although it is tantamount to being a car, but...If you miss it like this, you are old...somewhat unwilling."

Mo Beike looked at the whitish wagon and suddenly said slowly.

"Tai Shou, the old still has to go to Beiluo after all." Mo Beike looked at Dantai Xuan and bowed.

"Giant said it seriously, go if you want to go, miss this time, maybe... it will be a regret for life."

Dantai Xuan smiled and waved.

Mo Beike bowed again.

quickly.

In the North County Camp.

Then another carriage ripped out dust on the plain and went straight to Beiluo.

...

Emperor Jing, bookstore.

Looking out of the window, the stubborn plantain was raised after the rain.

The teacher sitting on the rocking chair suddenly smiled.

"Tianyu, get a car."

Mo Tianyu, who was drinking gourd wine, suddenly froze.

"Master, where are you going?"

Mo Tianyu puzzled.

"Go to Beiluo." The Confucius got up and dusted off the Confucian shirt on Shan, making him look more spiritual.

Mo Tianyu's face changed slightly, and all the copper hexagrams he played fell to the ground.

"Master, what are you doing to Beiluo?"

The master smiled, but said nothing, looking at the plantain outside the window, and the stars shining brightly.

There was a hint of nostalgia in the cloudy eyes.