Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The heavy breath floated up and down around the origin of the huge world.

This is not the real world, but the ideological space formed by the source world. Only the masters of the plane that can touch the source can appear here.

Lu Fanduan sat in a wheelchair and hunted in a white shirt. He looked calmly at the man in red who stepped on the flying sword.

The man was somewhat similar to the woman, pinching the orchid finger, and raising his hand between his feet, showing femininity.

There is not too much dialogue.

The man in red is naturally hateful to Lu Fan. After all, he was suppressed with a ray of spiritual consciousness, but this is okay. The most hated thing is that Lu Fan also used his ray of spiritual consciousness as a medium to absorb his whereabouts. The origin of the other side of the world!

The origin of the world is a capital for world growth and promotion!

So absorbed by Lu Fan, how could a man in red not be angry.

So, the enemies met, and they were particularly jealous.

The man in red didn't have too much entanglement with Lu Fan, he sipped his hands directly.

Although a ray of spiritual consciousness was suppressed.

However, the man in red is not afraid, after all, now here is his home court.

He is now coming with all spiritual consciousness, but the spiritual consciousness of the real Jindan realm.

This is his confidence.

He not only wants to kill Lu Fan, but also lets Lu Fan spit out all the world's origins he has devoured!

boom!

The man in red squeezed the orchid in his hand, and the flying sword under his feet flew towards the landing.

Between the vertical and horizontal Jianqi, the sky is full of Jianqi.

Orchid refers to shaking, a sword turned into a thousand swords, densely packed, actually quite a sense of the return of the ten thousand swords.

Lu Fan did not want to have too much entanglement with the man in red.

He needs to understand the attributes of the original world and transform it to the original origin of the Five Phoenix Continent.

Only in this way can the Five Phoenix Continent break through the shackles of the world.

thus.

Facing the attacking man in red.

Lu Fan directly flicked his hand, Feng Ling sword rose to the sky.

Countless sword qi were crushed by the burning flame.

Lu Fan patted the wheelchair with both hands.

The body slowly stood up from the Thousand Blades Chair, and then the Thousand Blades Chair changed. Behind Lu Fan, a dense and dense sword blade appeared.

The standing Lu Fan, the aura that haunted the whole body began to change.

Suddenly changed, turned into a monstrous black magic.

The white robe on his body also turned into a black robe and black ink.

Holding the Fengling sword, a scarlet awn was wrapped around the scarlet Fengling sword.

Sit as a fairy, stand up as a demon.

Lu Fan stood holding his sword at the moment, just like a demons.

The monstrous magic flame burns, twisting the space.

The man in red opened his mouth, and the strong oppression made him wonder what to say.

"You... who the hell are you?"

The man in red wondered.

Why can such a terrifying existence be born in the low martial world?

This strength is enough to squeeze into the top Chinese martial arts world.

boom!

Lu Fan swept out a sword, and countless dark black swords filled the void.

The man in the red dress kept the movement of pinching the orchid, crushed into the void by Jianmang, and disappeared like a bubble.

He was crushed again.

This time, the other party was even more ruthless.

The beatings made him unpredictable.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Only a huge source of the world remains.

Lu Fan came to the source, put away the Fengling sword, and the silver blades were stacked again into a thousand-edged chair.

Lu Fanduan took a wheelchair, black shirt turned into white robe, and looked at the source quietly. After the man in red was cleaned by him, his ears were much clearer, and no one would disturb his understanding of the source of the world.

Supporting the chin with one hand and leaning on the wheelchair with the other, the lines in Lu Fan's eyes jumped, comprehending the attribute changes in the source.

Time also began to slowly elapse.

...

Bai Yujing ordered to stop the war for three months.

This actually gives the world a rare breathing time.

The three-month period is neither long nor short, enough to cause many unexpected changes.

Throughout the world, the undercurrents are turbulent, and all forces are silently developing their respective forces.

After all, the Dragon Gate is in the hands of all parties, and each can't limit each other. The forces of all parties do not intend to destroy and restrict each other.

Because, they all know that in these three months, everyone will be at peace, even if the soldiers on the sidelines meet, they will even nod, rub their hands, and exchange sips of wine, because Bai Yujing's heavenly opportunity to stop the war Ling Zai, war, can not fight.

However, once the three-month period expires, the calm world will be like a sea of ​​heavy rain, and there will be constant rolling and rolling waves.

At that time, everyone is competing against hard power.

Therefore, cultivating practitioners has become the most concern of all forces within three months.

Xiangjiajun of the West County, Nanfu Army of the South County, Heilongwei of Dijing...

The army of these practitioners has been constantly growing.

The North County also got the Dragon Gate, and it is undoubted that the cultivation of the army of the practitioners is undoubtedly, but...how specific is the strength of the army of the North County, no one has any concept.

Therefore, although no war broke out in these three months, the spies and detailed works of all parties were madly tempted.

If you can find enough important news, it will be of great help to your own forces in the war three months later.

In addition to the disputes of the temple forces.

Rivers and lakes are also changing.

Taoist Pavilion Master Xie Yunling walked out of Beiluo City and announced that he would pass the position of Taoist Patriarch to three years old.

On this day, everyone in the rivers and lakes came to congratulate.

Many people wonder, why not pass the position of Patriarch to Li Sansi?

Although they felt strange, the disciples in the Dao Pavilion never mentioned the specific reasons.

The Dao Pavilion has a dragon gate, but the Jiang Pavilion does not.

This greatly lags behind the development of Jiange.

As a result, Lord Jiange Pavilion walked out of Zhongnan Mountain and then to Beiluo, but learned that Master Luolu retreat.

Of course, although he did not see Master Lu, he saw his old friend Gong Yuyu.

In the friendship, Gongshu Yu created two swords for the Jiangge Pavilion Lord.

The method used in "Refiner's Handbook" is used. One sword is called "Chao Ju" and the other sword is called "Bi Tao". The sword names of the two swords are taken from two spiritual plants on the lake's heart island.

Among them, "Chao Ju Jian" added Ling Ju Ju Petals to create.

Peach petals were added to "Bi Peach Sword".

It has been refined with fine iron tens of thousands of times, and with special techniques, it can only succeed.

According to legend, when the two swords were successfully built, the aura on Huxin Island fluctuated greatly.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu was very excited and left with his sword. These two swords have since become treasures of the sword pavilion.

Jingyue held the Jingtian sword and looked at the disappearing sword saint Hua Dongliu, his emotions were very complicated.

The yellow-level inferior spirit equipment made by this male loser and feather made Juggernaut so excited.

Wouldn’t it be crazy to see the treasures made by the son?

...

Dazhou, Dijing.

In the royal garden.

Yu Wenxiu carried his hands on his back, covered with golden clover. The weather gradually became cooler, and some of the green leaves in the garden withered, leaving only bare branches.

In the green lake water, there seemed to be an undercurrent.

Yu Wenxiu stood on the Jiuzhuang Bridge, looking at the green pond.

The water in the pond was divided to the two sides, and a rugged black dragon climbed out of it, and the gill scales around the neck of the black dragon became very terrible.

There are even breathtaking powers in the roar.

Yu Wenxiu raised his hand and touched Heilong's nose.

"It's almost three months, and the world has stopped fighting for three months."

"What exactly does Bai Yujing want to do?"

"What the hell is Lu Ping thinking?"

Yu Wenxiu took a deep breath, and the black dragon re-drilled into the turquoise water pond. Looking at the black dragon flashing at the bottom of the pond, he exhaled a white gas that appeared at low temperature.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Ning Zhao still stood in front of the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion, holding a cicada-winged sword to silently guard Lu Fan.

Ni Yu is chasing the chicken cub Xiaofengyi, one person and one chicken on the island.

It actually adds a bit of excitement to the chilly Huxin Island.

Jingyue was practicing the sword. In the cold weather, he was pouring into Beiluo Lake, holding a sword in his hand and poking forward constantly.

A sword can pierce the sword gas for hundreds of meters, forming a white snake in the lake, making the lake water separate and difficult to heal for a long time.

He also became sharper because of his refined sword.

Nie Shuang practiced fist not far from him. One person practiced sword and the other practiced fist.

"It's almost three months, hasn't the son ever gone out?"

Yi Yue wore a velvet jacket and looked at the second floor of the pavilion wrapped in the strange smoke, as if wrapped in a strange power.

"It is said that there is no sun and moon for immortal retreat. How can I understand the level of retreat of the son."

Ning Zhaobai skirt limped, fluttering gently in the wind, she glanced at Yiyue, said.

However, after talking, Ning Zhao looked back at the second floor of the pavilion, and there was some dignity in Meiyu.

The deadline in March is approaching, and if the son does not leave the border again.

The world will really be in chaos!

...

Bai Yujing made an order for the world to stop the war for three months.

Undercurrent surge.

The three-month deadline has finally arrived.

The night is breathless.

There is no brilliance on the sky dome, and the dark clouds cover the stars and Yuehua.

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Dongxuanpan sat on the bluestone on the island. In front of him, a pot of hot water was boiling, and the pot lid was constantly churning.

After taking a few tea leaves and throwing them into the teapot, the clear water suddenly changed color, and a scent of tea fluttered out.

Wash the tea cup and carry the teapot to pour out the tea in the pot.

Lu Dongxuan reached out his hand and held the tea cup steadily, however... the green tea rippled in the cup.

As if feeling his heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the dark sky of the stars.

On his neck, the gold necklace seemed to shake slightly.

Raising his hand, a touch of gold necklace on the neck, each gold tube began to rotate at high speed.

"Has it started?"

Lu Dongxuan put down the teacup in his hand.

He turned his head to look at the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion shrouded in Xuan Qi's mist behind him.

"No wonder the hexagram shows a big murder... It turns out, because... The son is closed."

The dark night sky.

Suddenly four fire-like meteors swept through, as if tearing the sky dome out of a huge mouth.

...

North County, Tianhanguan.

A hundred miles of desert.

The sky dome fell into a spark, smashed into the desert and exploded a huge diameter pit, and the sand and stone seemed to melt.

When the smoke is gone.

In the deep pit, charred objects rolled down, and then, new skin was exposed.

A figure crawled out of the deep pit, wrapped in a black robe.

"It turned out to be the most annoying look I used to..."

The figure covered his head as if there was some pain. He used to hate the wanderers who invaded the world, but now he has become the kind of person he hates the most. The world is so cruel.

Wiping a handful of black ash on the face, revealing a vicissitudes of the face, the figure looked towards the distant Tianhan Pass, the wind and sand rolled.

"I can't help myself."

The figure murmured.

After that, the figure turned around and walked away from Tianhanguan.

Outside West County.

Desolate plain.

Similarly, a spark fell from the sky dome and hit the ground, causing violent shaking.

When the dust is gone.

A fair-haired young man in ragged armor crawled out of the pit and stood looking at the continuous pass of Xiliang. After a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, he slowly withdrew away.

...

During the period when the Great Zhou Dynasty was calm, Wuhu outside Dazhou started to move.

For the Xirong people, as the cold winter came, they began to gather soldiers and horses to prepare to attack the Tianhan Pass. As long as the Tianhan Pass was broken once, they would be able to swarm into the big week and plunder food and resources enough to survive the winter.

However, on this day, outside the Xirong camp, an uninvited guest was welcomed.

It was a figure wrapped in a shabby black robe, walking from the wind and sand.

He said that from today, he will be the new king of Xirong.

The king of Xirong was furious and walked out of the tent. He arched his bow and shot three arrows in a row. The Xirong people were good at riding and shooting, and the arrows were close to the black robe. They wanted to shoot the big disrespectful black robe through the nail and die. Its flesh and blood, feed vultures.

however.

When the three arrows approached the dirty figure, they stopped.

Inch distance is difficult to enter.

The eyes of the black robe seem to be full of sadness and intolerance.

He stepped forward step by step, wherever he passed, all Xirong people knelt down on the ground under great pressure.

He just pinched three arrows and came to the front of King Xirong.

He took an arrow and plunged it into Xirong King's heart with his bare hands, so that the Xirong King lying on the grassland ended like this, ending with unwillingness and despair.

The black robe reached out with a trembling hand, and the chapped and scorched palm attached to Xirong Wang's face, tearing off his face and covering his face.

The people around Xirong seemed to see the devil.

All kneel down on the ground, the atmosphere does not dare to come out.

"From today, I am the king of Ru!"

Black robe humane, his voice, like magic, spread throughout the Xirong account.

Not only Xirong, but also the ghost, Nanman, and Peacock kingdoms all have abnormalities.

The same is true of the Guifang tribe outside the West County. A blond person came to the Guifang tribe. One of them broke into the largest tribe of the Guifang, cruelly broke the neck of the tribal leader, and became the new ruler of the Guifang.

At the junction of Nanman and Dongyi, the sky is falling.

A burly man crawled out of it, waved his hand, and the land was stabbed, killing the leaders of the two tribes of Nanman and Dongyi, and ruling Nanman and Dongyi.

The flash of fire hit the royal palace of the Peacock Kingdom.

In the eyes of the eminent prince of the kingdom, there is a bald monk in the broken palace ground, his palms folded together, walking slowly out of the sky.

He called himself Buddha.