Building The Ultimate Fantasy

On Beiluo Lake.

The Aura Storm began to stop gradually, Lu Fanduan took a wheelchair and floated quietly on the lake.

He moved his mind and brought up the system panel.

Lufan

Title Gas Refiner (Permanent)

Number of gas refining layers 3 (4 layers progress 1156/10000 strands)

Soul Strength 100 (13 can be exchanged)

Physical strength 10 (convertible 10)

Reiki 86 wisps

Available 1083 points

Lu Fan looked at the system panel, but saw that the total amount of Reiki that entered the fourth layer of progress in the column of gas refining layers was constantly changing.

In a blink of an eye, there will be four or five more strands.

Obviously, this aura storm brought him a lot of aura. It can be said that he made a lot of money.

This kind of feeling that lifts many auras in the blink of an eye can only be described in one word, cool.

It's like looking at the deposit in your bank account, blinking a few hundred dollars, blinking a few hundred dollars.

That kind of refreshing, like a hot summer, eat a piece of ice cream!

Lu Fan almost exhausted the aura because he put in aura. At this time, he began to recover quickly.

Although it is said that the origin of the plane condenses, forming an aura storm sweeping the world.

but……

After all, there are still surprises in the world.

Not everyone can condense their spirits and become a practitioner.

Therefore, the growth rate of Lu Fan's Reiki is not too exaggerated.

However, there are many.

In a short period of time, it has increased by nearly two or three thousand. That is to say, in the entire Zhou Dynasty, at least a thousand or more practitioners were born in this Aura Storm, plus the discounts obtained by Bawang, Nie Changqing and others condensing Aura Commission, the increase in the amount of Aura is still very impressive.

Lu Fan did not continue to pay attention to these.

Because it keeps blinking, it doesn't make much sense.

He moved his mind and retracted the system panel.

A beating thread appeared in his eyes, spanning a long distance, watching and fighting.

Instead of killing these wanderers, he stayed, just to give Nie Changqing, Bawang and others a chance to exercise.

Without pressure, there is no motivation.

Today's Five Phoenix Continent is still a low martial art, and it needs to be born into a Tibetan possession before it can enter the Chinese martial arts.

These wanderers are the source of motivation for Nie Changqing and others.

Lu Fan was not worried.

Because, with his current strength, these wanderers can't make any waves.

...

South county.

The burly man made of mud slowly withdrawn his gaze to the sky dome.

He is different from Buddhist monks and blond men.

He was more sensitive to the energy induction between heaven and earth, and realized that this world seemed to have more sexual energy.

It is a state on the verge of advancement.

However, the burly man did not choose to escape, he did not have to escape... after all, this is just a pottery avatar.

His fingers crossed, folded on his chest, he is an elegant person, a cautious person.

As a loser, the burly man does not allow himself to fail again.

Because he was very cautious, this body was just an avatar that he condensed with his technique.

far away.

The people bathed in the aura storm opened their eyes one after another.

Sima Qingshan stood on the tower of Nanjin City, his mouth slightly picking up, "lu" a smile.

The spirit in Qidan came out.

Later...

The blank scroll behind him slowly unfolded.

Sima Qingshan held the pen and used the rain all over the sky to splash ink on the blank scroll.

The Sima T-shirt, which has entered the Tibetan realm, has a richer aura, between paintings.

The terracotta-like burly man feels pulled into the world again.

This is a world of beautiful mountains and rivers.

Although the scenery is beautiful, it is very disturbing.

"You, kill the enemy."

Upstairs.

The clothes on Sima Qingshan's clothes hunted, and slowly began to speak.

Tang Yimo twisted his neck and made a sound of bone collision. Because of the bathing spirit, the injury caused by his eight-legged Dunjia has already healed.

"Good job."

Tang Yimo picked up the corner of his mouth and praised the method of Sima Qingshan.

The second vein was opened again, the hair was upright, and blue tendons appeared on the surface of his skin, and the body burst out and shot out.

The manic qi and blood enveloped the aura, as if a huge boulder had fallen down from the high mountain, and hammered hard on the burly man who was a terracotta figurine.

The burly man awoke from the trapping of the scroll.

He opened his eyes slightly.

A stormy attack hit him, and the constant bombardment made his body appear strangely twisted.

He raised his hand slowly, trying to resist.

The sand and stone on the ground condensed as he raised his hand.

but……

A sword qi pierced from a distance, like a cone drilled into a rag, and shredded directly.

The raised arm of the Terra Cotta Man was cut off by Jian Qi...

Cut smoothly.

Jing Yue held a Jingtian sword with a smile on his face.

His sword is getting stronger and stronger!

boom!

The earth was trembling violently, and the body of the pottery figurine was beaten and shattered.

Tang Yimo fell to the ground, and the whole person was like a piece of coke. The rain falling in the sky fell on him, and he was transpired into white gas.

He stood up and waved his fist, and his arms were covered with green muscles like dragons.

"kill!"

The words were clanging and there was sound.

The army of Nanjun, as well as many Nanfu troops, looked at Tang Yimo with a fanatical expression.

They waved their swords in the rain curtain and shouted the tears.

"kill!"

Under the deafening roar, in the sound of the thumping drum horn on Nanjin City.

The southern army launched a charge.

After losing the burly man, the Nanman army could not resist the mighty Nanjun army.

The rain seemed to be stained with blood.

This is a terrible defeat.

The Nanman army left densely packed bodies and fled back and forth to the Nanman realm. This battle, many tribes in Nanman gathered, but it was such a tragic ending.

The vitality is badly hurt, and I am afraid that I will not be able to "harass" Nanjun in a short time.

Xie Yunling and many disciples of Taoist Court took away Taoism.

They walked in the rain and walked to Tang Yimo and others.

Sima Qingshan also walked down from the tower.

Jiansheng Huadongliu found Jingyue, patted Jingyue's shoulder, and both sides came together.

The rain water poured on Tang Yimo and drenched him, but Tang Yimo was very solemn, taking a step back and bowing towards the crowd.

"I Tang Yimo represents Nanjun, and I thank you for your help."

Xie Yunling smiled and glanced at Jiansheng Huadong Liu.

"Tang commander needn't be like this. Daojie and Jiange were originally located in Nanjun. The Nanjun is in trouble. How can I wait to avoid the world?

Xie Yunling smiled.

"Thank you Bai Yujing for your help." Tang Yimo looked at Jingyue again and arched his hand.

Jing Yue smiled.

He is a disciple of Bai Yujing, but he is also a Da Zhou.

Wuhu "chaotic" week, it was a national disaster.

How can he retreat Jing Yue?

Sima Qingshan was carrying a scroll, holding a "hair" pen, looking at Tang Yimo, frowning and saying, "Tang Tang, although the Nanman army retreated, but... I have an intuition that the burly man has not died."

"The crisis has not been lifted."

Sima Qingshan Road.

Because of the practice of painting, Sima Qingshan's soul strength is very strong, but the painting is somewhat similar to Lu Fan's chess game.

Tang Yimo squinted his head, but he was not too worried. He glanced at the dense corpses of the barbarians left in the battlefield and took a deep breath. If it is possible, I would like to go into the southern hinterland and kill this person to prevent future troubles."

"However, in case of fraud, I still don't chase it. At least, the Nanban, one of the Five Hus, is not afraid."

"But... what was the change just now?"

Tang Yimo recalled the moment when the world was transformed, dignified and doubtful.

Xie Yunling was holding his hand, and his hair was contaminated with the cold rain. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Beiluo City, taking a deep breath.

"The young man stopped the war for three months. Now...the world is transforming and the spirits are surging. Is this the hand of the young man?"

Xie Yunling's words silenced everyone present.

Only heavy breathing lingered around.

Tang Yimo looked at Beiluo City, remembering the terrible atmosphere he once felt standing on the bank of Beiluo Lake.

Faceless shivered.

Perhaps... what Xie Yunling said is true.

The one in Bai Yujing...

After three months of war, it may really be for the transformation of the world at this moment!

...

Chili tribe.

Above the altar.

A burly figure wrapped in a black robe, slowly took off the hood, "exposing" a slightly painful face.

The destruction of the avatar was a huge blow to him.

"The lord of the plane of this low-martial world is so mysterious that it can mobilize the source to condense. What is his strength?"

The burly man stood up on the altar and wiped the rain off his face.

Under the altar, a barbarian with empty eyes and a godless sacrifice was like a tool man, standing with a bamboo stick in hand.

The burly man now hesitates.

Because, at this moment, he faces two choices.

One is to hide, live in this world, and look for opportunities.

The other is active attack.

but……

He could not see through the Lord of the plane of this world, so his heart was a little guilty.

"No, I have to spy on the strength of this face master, and I have to enter the big week!"

The burly big man's eyes flickered, then he turned his head and looked east.

The South can't penetrate, then...

Opening the gap from the east, the Dongyi tribe he just subdued can come in handy.

...

West County, outside Huhuguan.

The killing spirit permeated.

The sky was flying with snow, and the corpses on the ground were stacked.

Nie Changqing wore aura armor, hunted in a white shirt, snowflakes fell on his forehead, and could be crushed by an invisible airflow. He held a pig-killing knife in his hand and walked to a blond man.

"The demon from heaven...has to be punished."

Nie Changqing said calmly.

He did not have any communication with the blond man, nor did the two need to have any communication.

Battle between life and death, war is the only thing.

For Nie Changqing, the blond man is still a bit worried.

After all, Nie Changqing's strength is close to high-grade foundation.

There is not much difference from him, except that the power of "sex" has not yet been derived.

The blond man burst into light and turned into a bare man.

In his hand, he held a light sword with a thin brilliance.

His eyes looked around.

He was looking for the Lord of the Plane. He was afraid that the Lord of the Plane would be hidden in the darkness and suddenly gave him a blow.

Nie Changqing killed.

The pig-killing knife flew out of thin air, the shadow of the knife condensed, and the knife was vertical and horizontal.

The sharp knife gas cut the sand and gravel on the ground into pieces.

The blonde man's lightsaber pulled out and collided with Nie Changqing's knife.

In front of the two, it seems to be reduced to a special field.

The terrifying cutting power keeps colliding.

The pig-killing sword and lightsaber are bombing each other!

No flying snow in the sky could fall into it.

The sand and gravel on the ground are all cut and shredded.

Nie Changqing was as angry as Changhong, the pig-killing knife hummed continuously, and traces of the road were cut out on the ground.

The blond man is very irritable.

Both he and the Buddhist monk saw the face master and might use them as stepping stones for Nie Changqing and others to train and train Nie Changqing.

How can they bear it?

It has been humiliating to become a wanderer, but now, they come to invade the world, but still suffer such insults and suppression!

As an intruder, is there no dignity at all?

Nie Changqing white shirt hunting.

Constantly controlling the pig-killing knife, a lot of sword marks appeared on the aura armor on the body surface, which was the thin sword gas sprayed by the lightsaber, which cut him, but was blocked by the aura armor formed by refining the five internal organs. Too.

The anti-piercing sword and lightsaber.

A sword-like impact.

Around, the shouting on the battlefield became more and more fierce. The Xiliang Tieqi was fierce and fearlessly rushed to death. The Xiang family army was more like a gods help, completely suppressing the army of ghosts and peacock country.

And the other side.

The overlord started, and his body twitched a lot of magical energy. The black axe in his hands seemed to have the power of a thousand forces, and he slashed toward the evil Buddha.

when!

The evil Buddha put his palms together, and the golden statue with blood and tears stopped him.

There was a clear voice, and the palm of the evil Buddha moved, and at the next moment, the golden "color" Buddha statue, as if impregnated with blood, was poured by the blood "liquid" and turned into the blood "color".

"Actually treat me as a stepping stone! Find death!"

The evil buddha's eyes revealed "criminality" and brutality.

His palms rolled up the string of beads hanging around his neck, and with a violent effort, the string of beads was broken with a "click".

However, the broken bead fluttered and did not fall to the ground.

Instead, it was shot by the evil Buddha's sleeves, and each bead quickly burst "shot" towards the overlord.

The overlord raised the blood shield.

Boom!

Each bead is wrapped with a huge impact force and hits on the blood shield, exploding countless blood "colors" on the surface of the blood shield.

The overlord landed and withdrew two steps back. The evil Buddha moved and instantly "forced" to approach the overlord.

"The poor monk is the pinnacle of foundation building. You devil just entered the foundation building at first, what makes you so inflated!"

The monk shouted.

This drink was like a spring tongue, and the overlord who drank was dizzy for a while.

The Buddhist monk smashed his fist continuously, and the fist hit the blood shield.

Every punch seems to be able to fly away.

The overlord kept retreating, and the ground beneath his feet was plowed out of the land.

"You are a demon, I am a Buddha, and the Buddha crosses the devil.

Buddhist monks continue to drink, chanting in the mouth, just like vomiting blood lotus.

however.

Buddhist monks are fierce, overlords are even more fierce.

The vortex of the aura that had been turned clockwise on the overlord suddenly stagnate.

After that, it began to reverse slowly.

Threw away the blood shield.

The monk punched the overlord's burly chest with a punch, the chest was slightly recessed, and the air wave was exploded behind him.

However, the overlord was indifferent, and even "exposed" a cold smile.

The Buddhist monk's eyes narrowed.

The overlord roared.

Replace injuries with injuries.

An elbow hit the head of the Buddhist monk and knocked the latter out of tens of meters.

The overlord hit blood "sex", the devil qi was dignified and sticky.

He was encased in mighty power, and the magic energy wrapped around him, rushing towards the monk.

The monk bounced from the ground, and the blood Buddha behind him shot a palm.

Overlord is not avoiding.

This palm was taken abruptly.

Blood spewed out of the mouth, and at the same time, the black axe in his hand also swept over the monk, and a big wound was cut in the chest of the monk!

The Buddhist monk is a little ignorant, this person... is really unreasonable, how can there be such an unreasonable battle?

The overlord does not avoid the attack of the Buddhist monks at all, as long as the monk attacks, the overlord immediately carries the attack and beats the monk......

This gave a chill to the inexplicable heart of the Buddhist monk.

The blood in the mouth of the overlord was laughing.

"Buddha?"

"You are crossing, come!"

The overlord is completely fearless and replaces injuries with injuries.

The monk was beaten with no momentum. Although he was the top of the foundation, there was no way to take over the king.

The fierce is afraid of flustered, the fiercely afraid of ruthless, the fiercely afraid of dying.

Overlord is the kind of lifeless.

The Buddhist monk was not as powerful and powerful as the overlord. After being cut a few axes, the state began to fall rapidly.

After all, he didn't stack thick armor like the king.

The monk gave the monk a punch, and the monk gave the monk a punch.

The buddhist monk's teeth were swollen, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, blood was flowing...

He couldn't recite the Buddha number in his mouth.

Both palms are shaking.

Buddhist monks feel a bit sad.

He, a wanderer, hasn’t even encountered the Lord of the Planes... Is he going to die?

Buddha, what should I do?

The buddhist monk has a swollen nose and blue eyes, looking at the snowy sky, a bit bleak.

Poof!

The overlord came and exploded with a long axe in his hand.

Suddenly...

Buddhist blood stained with snow.

A head flew into the air.

Overlord's eyes are like a torch.

In order to prevent the Buddhist monk from condensing his head back to life again, the overlord rises from the ground, and the burly body is scattered into the sky.

A blow on the head!

Bai Xue dyed the blood of red "color".

Fluttering from the sky to the ground.

The body of the buddha who lost his head stood on the spot, and the cold red "color" drifted across his body.

The body of the monk and buddha stood still, palms folded together.

Overlord landed, panting.

Suddenly.

Overlord's pupil shrank.

I saw...

An unrelenting soul fluttered out of the body.

The distorted soul of the Buddhist monk stared at the overlord with resentment...

"The devil's devil's head will one day...Today's Buddha, the other day's devil, one day, you will also become a headless corpse like a poor monk! Muddy in the world!"

The venomous curse of the soul of the buddhist monk made the eyes of the overlord uncontrollable.

On Beiluo Lake.

With one hand supporting the chin and the other, Lu Fan tapping lightly on the wheelchair guard, and Yumei wrinkled slightly.

He raised his hands, turned into claws, and scratched towards the void in front of him.

This catch.

It seems to span a long distance.

Before the tiger goes round.

The bitter curse of the twisted Buddhist monk's soul stopped abruptly.

Because, above his head, there was an aura of condensed palms, which fell out of thin air.

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