Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Fan always felt that he was a good-tempered person.

However, good temper is one thing, short-term protection is another.

Nie Shuang, who was kneeling in front of Lu Fan in the rainy night, begged him to save Nie Changqing's big-headed child.

Now it has become a practitioner who can stand alone.

All the time, Nie Shuang's hard work and hard practice on Huxin Island have been seen by Lu Fan.

Compared with Ni Yu's laziness of fishing for three days and fishing for two days, Nie Shuang can be said to be a hard worker.

Who doesn't like hardworking children?

Nie Shuangcai is Lu Fan's favorite cub.

Therefore, Nie Shuang was bombarded with blood and stunned by Xirong Wang in the battlefield of Beijun. How could Lu Fan do nothing.

On Beiluo Lake.

The terrible pressure almost froze into substance.

The soul of the blond man kneeling down on the lake can't move, and the old monsters in Jindan Realm are angry. That is definitely not what the Tibetan Realm can resist.

Lu Fanduan took a wheelchair and ignored the blond man and the Buddhist monk.

He held a chess piece in his finger.

On the chessboard, mountains and rivers are reflected.

The blond man and the buddhist monk, as well as the avatar of the imprisoned master of the Wushu world plane, all looked at in shock.

That chessboard... is it actually a mysterious weapon?!

Clap.

Lu Fan fell behind.

It seems that there are invisible waves spreading across the world.

Lu Fan's white robe hunted, as if it was being blown by a blast, and the temples were flying sideways, brushing Lu Fan's red-toothed white face, and the idle was a little lingering.

...

North County, outside the Tianhan Pass.

On the endless grassland, heavy snow flew, as if covered with a thick layer of cotton-padded jacket.

Xi Rong Wang Duan sat in the chair, and several Xi Rong warriors carried it, taking a deep and shallow walk under the wind and snow.

Behind them, followed by a long queue of Xirong troops, they withdrew from the Tianjun Pass in Beijun and took a break.

The Xirong people have already been blamed for this war.

For Xirong people, once winter comes, it is the peak period of war.

Every year, King Xirong will lead the army to attack the North County once, wanting to break the blockade of the Tianhan Pass and enter the pass, the vast and rich land.

Once in those places, there will be countless food waiting for them.

They don’t need to worry about not eating enough food all winter long.

However, the Tianhan Pass is difficult to break down, and the Xirong Army has left countless corpses almost every year.

Although the war is cruel, for Xirong King, this war is imperative.

The best is overcome, if you can get enough food, you can be happy all winter.

If it is defeated, it doesn't matter. If many people die, the tense food will be much looser.

And this year, the chiefs of the departments of Xirong felt unusual.

King Xirong called on all the Rong people to gather together, and a hundred thousand troops attacked Tianhan Pass.

This scale is unprecedented.

Moreover, the Xirong King gave them a very strange feeling, which made them full of oppression.

There are several tribal leaders who have different opinions, and their necks have been broken by Xirong Wang. The body has been thrown into the snow and the sky. It has long been covered under the snow, and it is completely cold. To.

The remaining leaders dare to speak out, and the arbitrarily king Xirong has the military power of the Xirong army.

Neither leader can compete with King Xirong.

The most terrifying... is the force of King Xirong, so powerful and desperate.

Xirong Wang, who was sitting on the chair, was thinking.

The North County cannot be attacked. Dantai Xuan and Jiang Li are actually not a concern. Although they are called heroes, they are just mortals.

Nie Shuang, who later helped Bai Qingniao, made him feel tricky.

Although it is only a condensing atmosphere, but...the means are extremely strange.

The girl "fuck" the three fire phoenixes and make him stunned.

The big-headed boy actually punched him with amazing perseverance and solid skills.

King Xirong was very moved.

This world is very magnificent, heroes and Tianjiao appear frequently, it is really nostalgic.

The world he used to be like this.

Later, it was destroyed.

Ok?

suddenly.

Daxue didn't know when, and stopped.

Between heaven and earth, there is unparalleled terrible pressure, huge pressure, as if breathless.

King Xirong's nerves were suddenly tense, a dangerous feeling spreading from the bottom of his heart.

The horses in the Xirong army are screaming, it is a panic "chaos" that encounters a great horror.

Beasts are born with a sharper understanding than humans.

King Xirong jumped from the chair.

Rumble!

Clouds rolled over the sky.

At the next moment, the snow and the wind seemed to be torn apart and turned into a huge palm.

The middle finger of the palm is stacked on the index finger, as if the chess player is playing chess.

"who?!"

King Xirong was shocked.

The pupil deep in the fundus could not help contracting.

There is no dialogue and no words.

Chess players use the world and mountains as the chessboard.

At that moment, Xirong Wang exploded his strength, and the strength of the foundation was displayed by him.

Boom!

The huge palm slowly fell with the attitude of a child.

boom!

The heavy snow on the earth seemed to be completely dispersed by the huge pressure at this moment, "exposing" out of the grassland "naked" soil underneath.

All the soldiers in the Xirong army kneeled down on the ground in depression, and many tribal leaders were horrified...

what happened?

Their expedition without God's permission... annoyed the gods of the grassland?!

The black crushed army of Xi Rong all knelt in the ice and snow.

They dare not move.

The king of Xirong landed, and the breath of the peak building broke to the extreme.

In the sight of many leaders, their king... seems to be contending with the sky!

Disobedience to heaven and disobedience.

The Xirong people and the leaders of Xirong's ministries watched "touching" and "touching".

Boom!

The tremendous pressure almost bursts the wind and snow.

The eyes of King Xirong's shock burst out.

"This pressure..."

King Xirong took a breath.

He madly resisted this pressure with the strength of the foundation.

"Jin Dan Realm... Old Monster?!"

"Master of the plane of this world?"

King Xirong's heart was shocked, and he felt incredible.

This is just a low-martial world, why is there an old monster in Jindan Realm?

Heaven and earth seemed to turn into a cage at this moment.

A white flame was beating in King Xirong's eyes.

Indistinctly.

He saw a vague figure.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the clip pulled the sleeves down on the chessboard. After falling, the other party seemed to perceive something. He slowly raised his head and looked at him with a pair of eyes.

King Xirong felt his mind was given to him by a heavy hammer.

Mouth and nose bleeding.

The skin on the face burned and evaporated.

"Lu" has a coke-like face.

The flame of Mori white "color" burned up and completely enveloped his head.

King Xirong does not want to die...

The flame of Senbai's "color" is indeed strange. At the moment of its appearance, the Xirong King burst out of the pressure to break away from the pressure.

Kicked hard on the ground.

The earth trembles.

King Xirong turned into a black awn and rushed out of the spirit pressure area.

He rushed into the ice and snow, ran in the heavy snow, and rolled away countless wind and snow.

...

Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan's eyebrows slightly picked.

"Ok?"

"Actually broke the pressure of the pressure board?"

This is the first time Lu Fan has encountered such a situation. Normally, Xirong Wang is normally unable to break away from his spiritual pressure.

"Is it because of the flaming flame of that white color?"

"That flame... doesn't seem to be in the possession of the Tibet."

Lu Fan thought deeply.

He pulled his sleeves again, picked up a black spot from the chess box, dropped the black spot, and stacked it on top of the original black spot. His middle finger pushed forward slowly, causing the chess piece to land on the chessboard, making a slight friction.

There is nothing in the Tibetan realm that cannot be solved with one chess piece, if there are... then two.

...

King Xirong, who was running wild, felt as if he had turned into a ant.

Flee on the vast expanse of chessboards.

His head was burning with a white fire. This flame was the "bone fire", the culprit that led to the destruction of his world. In order to obtain this flame, his world was destroyed.

This flame came from the plane of Gaowu class. In order to get this flame, he even betrayed the world that originally belonged to him.

However, he has no regrets.

With "Bone Fire", he will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.

As long as he gains a world, and gives him enough time to develop in a frivolous manner, he will be able to go further on the basis of the original and become a true master!

So, when he felt the attraction of a low-martial world, he came without hesitation.

He thought it was his chance.

After all, in a low-martial world, there is no threat to his existence at all. There is a bone fire, even the Lord of the Planes is not afraid.

But now...

He was wrong.

Wrong ridiculous!

This... is not a simple low-martial world!

The master of this plane is actually the existence of Jindan Realm!

escape!

The farther he escapes, the better. As long as he survives, as long as his bone fire is not lost, he can make a comeback!

King Xirong fled wildly.

but……

Heaven and earth seemed to freeze again, and turned into a chessboard. No matter how he ran away, he could not escape this area, nor could he escape the shackles of the chessboard.

The heavy snow dispersed again.

Turned into a palm on the chessboard.

As if playing chess, the fluttering dropped his finger again.

King Xirong roared.

The flame gradually spread to his whole body, and the whole person turned into a white flame.

He clenched his fists and the flames rose up, melting the surrounding ice and snow.

Collision with a finger that fell above the sky.

Boom!

The flame man knelt down on the ground.

"Lord of the Plane! Rao Ming! I have no intention to offend at this time, and I would like to change my life with the order of 100,000 Xirong Army!"

The flame man raised his head hard, and the terrifying pressure made him very difficult to speak.

However, he still roared in panic.

He doesn't want to die!

The voice of King Xirong is undisguised.

Indistinctly, it seemed to follow the wind and snow and spread throughout the ice and snow.

The Xirong army kneeling down on the ground, everyone is "color" change, looking at their king inconceivably.

The leaders of each department were trembling with fear.

Their king... to sacrifice them to God?

Between heaven and earth.

The clouds are surging.

Later...

It turned into a human face, a huge human face, and the mouth of the human face opened and closed, as if the sound of the world roared.

"Injustice has the head, and the debt has the owner. You will pay the debt of me and my Bai Yujing children punching and vomiting blood."

"Xi Rong's debt should be taken from the North County."

The words on the human face roared as if to shatter the wind and snow.

under.

Xirong Wang kneeled down in the ice and snow.

what?

Punching the debt of Bai Yujing's children?

These words reminded King Xirong of Tianhanguan, a picture of a punch between him and the stubborn boy.

Is it because of that punch that attracted the elders of Jindan Realm?

Is it just because of that punch?!

At this moment.

King Xirong had the feeling of holding back the extreme.

In fact, he was very cautious, and even put on Xirong Wang's face, in order not to attract attention, but to quietly occupy the world.

He has been digging.

It was just a punch at a child.

That punch, but buried himself.

He is not reconciled!

"This world is not low-key, why is there Jindan Realm?! Why do you face Jindan Realm?!"

"I'm not convinced! I'm not reconciled!"

King Xirong roared.

However, the sky once again gathers its palms like a chessboard.

boom!

The king of Xirong was unwilling and roaring, and was completely submerged with a roar of avalanche.

Hundreds of thousands of Xirong troops knelt down in the snow, watching their king trembling, annihilated in the prestige of heaven and earth.

...

Beiluo Lake.

The breeze on the lake is slow, the lake water is like a mirror, and there seems to be a little ripple spread between them.

Suddenly.

The thick fog rolled and the lake sunken, again like a transparent boat gliding.

The thick fog shattered, and a large aura palm appeared.

The blond man kneeling down shook his body.

Nailed by the silver blade, the dying Buddhist monk looked over.

I saw...

In the palm of the aura, there is an inexorable soul spirit...

The soul is wrapped in the flames of the white "color", still roaring constantly, exuding extremely strong resentment and unwillingness.

When I saw the blond man spirit and the buddhist spirit.

The soul of King Xirong was dumbfounded.

The blond man smiled awkwardly at Xirong Wang's soul.

"What a coincidence, you are here too."

The monk opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

After the soul of King Xirong was sluggish, he struggled and roared again.

The blond man looked at the struggling Xirong King soul with some sympathy.

He wanted to remind.

However, it has not been spoken.

The teenager with red lips and white teeth sitting on the wheelchair as if like a jade has already shot.

Lu Fan glanced at the soul of Xirong King who was struggling constantly.

Raise your hand on the guard.

The silver awn flashes.

next moment……

The soul of the struggling Xirong King did not dare to move.

Because in front of him, dense silver blades exuding cold air hung in front of him, every silver blade seemed to release a terrible atmosphere, and every silver blade was actually a treasure of high grade!

At this time, the soul of King Xirong only saw the teenager in the wheelchair.

"Master of the Plane?"

"Condensation atmosphere?"

King Xirong was taken aback.

At the beginning, King Xirong had the same illusion as a blond man and a Buddhist monk.

However, when Lu Fan raised his hand and waved it gently.

The silver blade penetrates his body, and the white flame of the "color" that blends into his soul will be cut and separated...

King Xirong understood...

Some people are just plain little gas-making garbage, but in the background is the terrible Jindan realm monster.

Forest white "color" flame stripped.

Lu Fan's hand floated to him.

Icy, blazing, two strange "sex" strangely mixed in this flame.

Lu Fan stared at the flame, as if the flame reflected the figure of Landing Fan.

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