Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Emperor jing.

In the early morning, the heavy lead cloud was broken, and with a magnificent momentum, it spread on the road of the imperial city as if it were covered with gold.

A newly appointed high-ranking official minister, who straightened his official hat, walked cautiously and went to the Zijin Palace.

Tang Xiansheng's side followed Tang Yimo, his father and his son, walking on a strange city road.

Jiang Li was in silver armor, and Chi Lian followed him.

Standing beside the white stone railing in the imperial city.

Jiang Li took his hand, and the red robe behind was churning, quietly watching the hundred officials who stepped across the threshold of the Zijin Palace and stepped into the hall.

He saw Tang Xiansheng.

Across Xu Yuan, Tang Xiansheng nodded slightly towards him.

Jiang Li also nodded back in greeting.

One hundred officials entered the dynasty.

The eunuch's sharp voice shattered the dawn's silence.

A newly-ranked minister, with fear, stood on both sides of the palace of Zijin Palace. During this time, the Emperor Jingzhong was cleared, and too much blood bleed. The little emperor suddenly became ruthless, and the means was bloody. If they don't agree, they will kill.

Almost all the officials in Chaotang had new recruits.

Yu Wenxiu Gao sat on the dragon chair, squinting at the hundred officials underneath.

Although they are all new faces, Yu Wenxiu is very satisfied.

"Your Majesty, there are secret reports from North County."

A burly warrior walked out of the ranks of the hundred officials and bowed.

"Beijun Dantaixuan has discovered a new dragon farm, and now he is leading the army to..."

On the dragon chair, Yu Wenxiu narrowed his eyes.

He didn't answer the minister immediately, but rubbed his fingers gently on the dragon chair and looked to the other side, standing on the Chaotang, the sleepy Tang Xiansheng.

"Tang Aiqing."

Yu Wenxiu said.

Tang Xiansheng did not respond, and Yu Wenxiu increased his tone, which made Tang Xiansheng wake up completely.

"North County has found another place to raise dragons. Tang Aiqing thought how to deal with Da Zhou?"

Yu Wenxiu was also not annoyed and asked lightly.

"Beijing County had a place where Zhou Feng kept a dragon, but that place was a great place to kill dragons. Dantai Xuan had damaged 30,000 soldiers there, so Zhou Feng didn't worry about keeping a dragon, but... this It’s hard to say the new place to raise dragons."

"It may be hard to say that North County may rise with this dragon farm."

Tang Xiansheng said seriously.

"Oh? What did Tang Aiqing think?"

Yu Wenxiu asked.

"Fabei County!"

"Seize the dragon-cultivation land that Dantai Xuan finds, Tailing asks Tianfeng to raise the dragon-cultivation land!"

Tang Xiansheng's old body suddenly burst into a blood of blood.

As soon as the words came out, the whole Chaotang seemed to boil.

Fabei County?!

In the current state of great waste in the Great Zhou Dynasty, how to cut Beibei County?

"His Majesty!"

"One hundred thousand army in my southern county is already on the road, and I will become a pioneer, help the Northern Zhou County to capture the dragon land!"

Tang Xiansheng bowed down towards Yu Wenxiu.

"Oh? Tang Aiqing's 100,000 Army?"

Yu Wenxiu narrowed his eyes.

"No, it is His Majesty's Hundred Thousand Army!"

Tang Xiansheng raised his head and said in earnest.

"I urge His Majesty to let General Jiang Li lead the army to expedite the North County, and only a generation of General General Jiang Li can contain the North County Army with Mobeike as the staff. The North County can no longer be allowed to raise dragon land, otherwise the future will be endless!"

Does Tang Xiansheng actually want Jiang Li to be in command?

Under Yu Wenxiu's eyes, the dangerous breath became stronger and stronger.

However, thinking of today's Dijing with Heilongwei, Yu Wenxiu was a little touched.

If it is really possible to win a dragon farm again, for the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is definitely a good thing and can cultivate more black dragon guards.

Moreover, although Jiang Li is now the spiritual pillar of Dijing's defending army, in addition to Jiang Li, there is also a Kong Nanfei, Di Jing's defense is at least worry-free.

If you want to cut Beibei County, you must make it early. Once it is late, let Dantai Xuan cultivate the army of practitioners from the Dragon Gate, and the difficulty of winning will be doubled.

Yu Wenxiu gently rubbed the palm of the dragon chair into a stagnation.

Finally, he exhaled.

Determined.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan put away the chessboard and pieces.

The body leaned against the wheelchair, leaning on the railing, carrying a bronze wine glass, drinking.

Everything on Huxin Island seems a bit quiet and leisurely.

Ni Yu is practicing alchemy, and she is working hard to make the Qi Qi Dan out of three patterns.

Jing Yue practiced the sword constantly by the lake and got a new sword. He couldn't put it down.

Nie Shuang helped her mother to walk slowly along the edge of the island, admiring and comprehending the scenery of Huxin Island.

Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

There is an endless sound of iron hitting, that is the sound of the male loser.

He promised to refine the scabbard for Jingyue, and he would naturally work hard to refine it.

Lu Fan took a sip of wine, and the liquor entered his throat with a characteristic sourness.

His eyes seemed to see through the Dragon Gate and saw the protracted battle in the central palace.

Nie Changqing, Ning Zhao and others fought against the existence of the ancient ancient Tibetan territory, and the battle became fierce.

In terms of true strength, Nie Changqing and others are not as good as this ancient archeological hiding place. Therefore, they can only choose a protracted war to grind away the spirit vortex of this ancient archetypal hiding little by little.

Only in this way can we have a chance.

This is a battle that takes time and patience. Lu Fan looked at it for a while, and then stopped watching it.

...

Luo Yue feels that Xie Yunling's state is a little weird, but he can't tell the specifics.

Luo Yue is admired for the existence of this era of hundreds of scholars. They once represented the pinnacle of an era. Although they are surpassed by the young master today, they are qualified to win his admiration.

"Do you want to see your son?"

Luo Yue did not doubt that he was there.

After all, the Taoism where Xie Yunling is located is now a Taoist pavilion under Bai Yujing. It is normal to come to see Lu Fan.

Luo Yue led the soldiers and led Xie Yunling to Huxin Island.

Xie Yunling stood by the lake, looking at Beiluo Lake shrouded in dense fog, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Everything is so blessed, so strong aura."

"It is worthy of being the mountain gate of the world's first practice force, and it really is a good place."

Xie Yunling muttered.

"Senior, what are you talking about?" Luo Yue was a little puzzled and turned to ask.

Xie Yunling shook his head, his eyes as if exuding fine mans, as if to penetrate the dense fog covering Beiluo Lake.

Luo Yue found a wooden boat, Xie Yunling got on the boat, robe hunting in the wind.

As the wooden boat traveled, it gradually poured into the dense fog.

After breaking through the dense fog, I saw an amazing island in the middle of the lake.

Standing on a wooden boat.

Xie Yunling squinted at Huxin Island.

He raised his hand and pinched the orchid finger, as if feeling the energy fluctuations in the air.

After a long time, the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned.

"There is no breath of the monk who is the peak foundation, it seems that the so-called first practitioner in the world, North Luolu is safe... but it is not the case."

"Yes, this is just a low-martial world, what am I worried about?"

The glory flashed in Xie Yunling's eyes, and some self-deprecating smiled.

Afterwards.

He took a step.

"you……"

Luo Yue looked at Xie Yunling suspiciously, but Xie Yunling actually stepped out of the wooden boat and stepped on the lake.

The lake unconsciously waves.

The turbulent waves are constantly rolling.

Step by step, the waves surged more and more, as if condensing a terrible coercion and momentum.

Luo Yue's complexion changed.

He felt strange, and Xie Yunling seemed to have an impure purpose.

"Does he want to challenge the young master again?"

Luo Yue condensed his eyes.

He raised his hand, and the knife carried around his waist suddenly pulled out, and the sound of clang rang through the lake.

Xie Yunling seems to have sensed Luo Yue's hostility.

In a light laugh, Orchid finger gently towards Xie Yunling.

Luo Yue's knife was pulled back again by a force that was too large to resist.

Xie Yunling orchid covered his mouth and chuckled.

Luo Yue no longer ignored the terrified face.

Step by step, between the robe, he walked towards Huxin Island.

Rumble!

The lake waves sky up.

Lake Island.

Everyone's face changed.

Sitting on the ground under Chaotian Ju to absorb the spiritual energy, Chen Changkong stood up, staring solemnly at Xie Yunling who came from the lake and stepped on the water.

Gong Yuyu also walked out of the refining room.

Looking at Xie Yunling on the lake, the old face was a little surprised.

"Old Xie, what are you doing?"

The male loser was puzzled and shouted towards the lake.

However, Xie Yunling didn't pay attention to him at all and suddenly didn't know him.

At the moment Xie Yunling gave them a sense of oppression, which was too depressing.

It came across the lake as if it were a big devil, causing discomfort on the lake.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaned against the railing, and the breeze blew on his temples and his white shirt.

"Don't care about this person, what do you do?"

Lu Fan's faint voice haunted everyone's ears.

Everyone who was still a little nervous was relieved.

However, everyone didn't move, and naturally they wouldn't do the things in their hands as calmly as Lu Fan said.

Xie Yunling came here to give them a completely different feeling than before.

If it was said before with regret to make up for the end of the era.

The Xie Yunling this time was totally unwilling.

There is a feeling of aggression.

"He is not Xie Yunling."

Lu Changkong.

The male loser held his hand and nodded slightly.

"It's not like Lao Xie's character and breath at all, especially that... orchid finger."

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Xie Yunling came to the lake, and the lake burst.

His hoarse laughter lingered on the island with a faint smile, making everyone goose goose bumps.

Lu Fan was in a wheelchair, staring at Xie Yunling with curiosity and a bit of elegance.

"Has it been manipulated as a puppet?"

Lu Fan seemed to guess what.

"Low martial arts are low martial arts. The so-called first practitioners, the first practitioners, were originally just a little kid in a condensed gas environment that was not even achieved by the foundation."

Xie Yunling said.

This remark made everyone a bit stunned because they couldn't understand it.

This man is afraid of being a fool.

Lu Fan heard it very clearly.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Condensed gas environment... refers to Qi Dan?

The foundation, refers to the second realm of practitioners, body hiding?

Lu Fan guessed.

However, this is just his guess.

Xie Yunling, or the arrival of the person who controlled Xie Yunling, could just solve his confusion.

Seeing that his words did not receive any response, Xie Yunling frowned slightly.

He didn't speak anymore. Orchid fingers squeezed, his figure suddenly accelerated, leaving a residual image on the lake, only a little ripples flooded and disappeared.

When the afterimage reappeared, it had stepped on the ground of Lake Heart Island.

However, Xie Yunling has not yet stood firm.

On the second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, there was a faint voice.

"Did I allow you to land on the island?"

Ok?

Xie Yunling's eyes narrowed.

However, Lu Fan in a wheelchair took a sip of plum wine and looked at him calmly.

Xie Yunling didn't break the embarrassment and uneasiness in the realm.

"you……"

Xie Yunling opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Wheelchair.

Lu Fan raised his hand and flicked it on the wheelchair.

A flash of silver appeared, tearing the sky.

Between the high-speed rotations, it seemed that a meteor shattered the air and shot towards Xie Yunling.

But Xie Yunling snorted.

Squeezing the orchid with both hands and pushing forward, an invisible barrier formed in front of him between the strong winds.

Lu Fan's white blade was suspended in front of Xie Yunling, shaking slightly.

"Ah……"

Xie Yunling looked at the white blade blocked by him and smiled.

On the second floor of Baiyu Jinglou, Lu Fan shook his head with regret.

A person with a white blade will be so difficult to stop.

"When you first enter the body, you dare to be so arrogant..."

"You let me down a little."

Lu Fandao.

This remark made Xie Yunling slightly stunned.

Is it the other way around?

Who is arrogant?

A Maotou kid in a condensed atmosphere dare to say that he is arrogant?

"Condensation atmosphere?"

Lu Fan pouted.

Take a sip of the liquor in the bronze wine glass and glance at Xie Yunling lightly.

Faintly as if through the soul of Xie Yunling, he saw the figure of the black robe for dozens of miles away.

"Say who is the condensate atmosphere?"

"If you have the ability... say it again."

Lu Fan made another wave in the wheelchair.

One, two, three...

The handguards of the wheelchair fell off, and there were hundreds of silver awns spinning on the sky dome, like a tumbling galaxy.

Xie Yunling stayed.

Lu Fan rose in front of his spirit board.

White shirt hunting, squeezing the wine glass in one hand, one in the other.

Slammed down.

A terrible aura broke out.

boom!

The spiritual pressure seemed to turn into a terrible heavy mountain. Under the control of Lu Fan Lingzhi, it was compressed into square inches, all of which were slammed on Xie Yunling's body.

Xie Yunling, who had just landed, only felt an irresistible force, like a heavy hammer, striking on him. With a thud, he was unable to kneel and his five bodies fell to the ground.

Xie Yunling was lying on the ground, unable to move at all.

Hundreds of silver blades floated above his head, aiming at every inch of his body.

Dozens of miles away.

Hidden black robe, bloody nose and nose, continuous retreat for several steps in shock.

Condensation?

Condense a fart!

The natives of this world are too insidious and deceitful!

"The peak of the prestige on the foundation of the foundation! Low martial arts? Who is it!"

The man in black robe was terrified. He wiped a handful of blood from his mouth and nose and planned to cut off the connection with Xie Yunling.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough to first use a puppet to explore the way.

If you really go, now... it's already cool.

"Ning Qi? It is absolutely impossible to be Ning Qi, it may be the peak of the foundation, or even the old monster of Jindan Realm!"

The black robe squeezed orchid fingers and patted his chest.

"This is a trap, it's a big scam! I tricked my spiritual consciousness to avail myself, and it must have been a conspiracy... This world is obviously low-handed, but there is an old monster suspected of Jindan period!"

"What does it mean? It shows that the practice resources of this world are all piled on this person! This..."

"It's a ruthless person!"

The black robe took a deep breath.

He would cut off the connection with Xie Yunling.

However, the next moment...

His face changed.

On Beiluo Lake.

Xie Yunling's body floated in front of Lu Fan sitting on the second floor of the pavilion.

A light blue silk thread flew out of Xie Yunling's eyebrows, like a sweater thread.

Lu Fan held out his hand and pinched this aura of silk.

At the next moment, the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and there were countless lines beating in the eyes.

"found it."

Words fall.

Lu Fan raised his head gently, his deep eyes looked towards the plain outside Beiluo City.

Raise your hand...

On Lake Island, countless auras began to sweep, gather, and boil...

Beiluocheng was fried.

All civilians and pawns raised their heads, and they could see that the sky of Beiluo City did not know when a huge palm appeared.

The palm of his hand opened five fingers, and he shot quickly towards the outside of Beiluo City.

Lu Fan didn't seem to think it was enough.

Put down the bronze wine glass.

Two fingers lightly touched the Fengling sword.

It sounds like the sound of "dingdong" in the spring, like a burst of fire burning out of the darkness.

The crackling Fengfeng resounded, and the Fengling sword resembled a fiery red streamer, bursting out, and followed the aura of the palm, galloping towards the outside of the city.

Fifty miles outside Beiluocheng.

A flat boulder on the plain.

The man in the black robe holding the orchid finger raised his head in horror, but found that...

Overhead, I don't know when...

A large palm, condensed by aura, even with the finest palm prints, shot at him.

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