Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Tonggu Taoist took a deep breath and looked a little dignified.

I didn't pay attention to melon seeds when I dropped them.

"This mysterious realm... is it really a saint's handwriting? To'make a saint', no... making a saint is not so easy, it should be said to lay a solid foundation for the Five Phoenixes."

Tonggu Taoist thought.

This made him more and more certain that behind the Five Phoenixes stood a starry saint.

It has been escorting the Five Phoenixes, otherwise the Five Phoenixs will rise from the low martial world to the Immortal Martial Arts so quickly that they have attracted the attention of the gods and deities. When they were young, the five phoenixes were absolutely not likely to be opponents of the gods.

After all, the weakest of any demon is the Emperor Realm.

"The saint's mind...can't guess."

"But what is the purpose of creating a five phoenix? The saint can never do meaningless things."

"Does the existence of the Five Phoenixes have any other meaning?"

Tonggudao people's minds are constantly turning.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the practice of a saint betting so much energy and means in the Five Phoenixes.

If the saint is optimistic about Lu Fan, then it is better to promote and train Lu Fan. Previously, Tonggu Taoists thought this way, but now it seems that the purpose of the saint is not to train only one Lu Fan. The appearance of this white jade palace , Seems to be training the entire Five Phoenix...

Tonggu Taoist's eyes became more and more solid, staring at Dantai Xuan, which spread the second level of the soul's fluctuations.

"The second level of the soul, although it is only an upgrade at the level of the soul, will not affect its own cultivation, but... it has inadvertently raised the upper limit of cultivation."

"The soul level is like the capacity of a cup. The capacity of the first level of the soul is small, reaching the limit of the heavenly emperor, and the capacity of the second level of the soul is much larger, which can cultivate a quasi-sanct..."

Tonggu Taoists looked deeply at the figures sitting on the stairs of Baiyu Palace.

Today, Tonggu Taoists can be sure that the value of this white jade palace is not weaker than the enlightenment formed by the three beast ancestor statues.

The beast ancestor statue is to cultivate and cultivate, and this white jade palace is to cultivate the soul level.

Both are very important, but it is necessary to say one, perhaps the cultivation of the soul level is more difficult.

Because the improvement of the soul level requires your own insight to understand, more mysterious and more difficult.

Tonggudao people suddenly felt a pity.

It is a pity that this palace will not let him in. If his soul level can realize the third level in the palace, maybe the human race can add another saint.

The birth of a saint is enough to have a huge impact on the situation of the entire human race.

"However, although the young man Dantai Xuan has stepped into the second level of the soul, it is still difficult to keep it. Some people can step in in an instant, but they will soon weaken and want to keep it. Is fundamental."

Tonggudao narrowed his eyes, he was not in a hurry.

Sit down again and started to continue to nibble on seeds. He was curious, how much surprise this white jade palace can give him.

...

Lake Island.

Lu Fan looked slightly white.

His mind was deposited in the preaching tower, connecting the power of the primordial spirit of the fire elemental god with the white jade palace, providing the support of the primordial power for the white jade palace.

Wow la la...

The force of the tyrannical Yuanshen passed along the chain above the Eight Diagrams to the Baiyu Palace.

The God of Fire Elemental felt the rapid passing of his Yuanshen, and was slightly frightened.

"what have you done?!"

"Do you want to hollow me out?!"

The god of fire element began to be uneasy, and furiously attacked the gossip array tripod, trying to break through the tripod.

Just at that moment, he felt that his power of primordial spirit was absorbed and a big wave was absorbed, and that bite... almost killed his old life.

If you continue at this speed and rhythm, come seven or eight times, he will be sucked sooner or later!

And Lu Fan also discovered this problem, this very serious problem.

The elemental power of the fire elemental god today can be said to be the main source of the Baiyu Palace. If Lu Fan is to support it, it may be drained in an instant.

And to continue to maintain this situation, the god of fire element is drained only sooner or later.

Lu Fan had to find a way.

"If you want cows to milk, you have to make them better..."

Lu Fan thought deeply.

Exited the missionary.

Lu Fan blew a breeze on the pavilion, and his head swelled slightly. Although he built a channel that uses the elemental power of the Fire Elemental God as a supply, the transmission of this channel also requires Lu Fan's elemental power. Conducted, therefore, Lu Fan will also consume some.

However, the problem is not big, and with Lu Fan's power of the primordial spirit, he can quickly resist it.

What he cares about is how to keep the fire elemental god lasting...

"Elixir?"

Lu Fan pondered, and thereafter, controlled the Thousand Blades Chair, floating into the Alchemy Pavilion, floating into Ni Yu's small vault.

Turning out all the elixirs refined by Ni Yu over the years, it was discovered that the medicinal effects did not help restore the original spirit.

Lu Fan sighed, is it necessary to study such a recipe?

But now, Lu Fan's power of Yuanshen maintains its output, which is already a lot of pressure. If you go to study the recipe, Yuanshen might be too hard.

"By the way, elixir is not good, elixir can always..."

"Dad's little vault also went over."

Lu Fan's eyes lighted up, and after making up his mind, he floated out, heading towards the ancient tomb, Lu Changkong's laboratory.

Among the ancient tombs.

Lu Changkong's research place.

An acre of a medicinal field is opened up, and a rich fragrance spreads out of the medicinal field, and a plant of medicinal materials is spreading in the wind.

Lu Fan's eyes swept across and saw a lot of magic drugs, but he was not satisfied and did not find which one he wanted.

Lu Fan continued to walk deep into the medicine field.

Soon, Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Baishui grass, super medicine, can be applied orally and externally, toxicity: micro, can accelerate the speed of blood flow, enhance body function, until it explodes, enhance the strength of the backwater in a desperate battle."

Under a red blood-streaked grass petal, there is a plaque with the medicinal properties of the magic medicine written on the forehead.

Lu Fan smashed his mouth.

"Poison is poison, what kind of magic medicine..."

Lu Fan was speechless.

This aquatic grass, to put it nicely, is actually a poisonous grass that detonates human blood.

A little careless, fearing that the blood will explode, and then people will die.

Lu Fan shook his head. Although this magic medicine was good, it was not Lu Fan who was looking for it.

Looking all the way, many super drugs are in sight. These are the achievements of Lu Changkong over the years. Lu Fan was dazzled and stunned.

He always thought that his dad was just playing, and more of it was to cultivate poisonous weeds and enhance the power of all poisonous bodies.

But I did not expect that the father actually hybridized so many strange poisonous weeds.

"Yes!"

"Chaoshenju, low-grade fairy medicine, oral, toxicity: medium, after swallowing, it will stimulate Yuanshen, enhance Yuanshen's release power, cause Yuanshen to swell, and finally burst."

Under a translucent chrysanthemum like a jellyfish, an introduction is written on the plaque.

But Lu Fan was very satisfied and found it, this is what he was looking for!

As soon as his mind moved, Reiki stacked into thick protective gloves, even Lu Fan did not dare to take it lightly. After all, his father said that the intermediate toxicity was absolutely terrible.

Lu Fan didn't want to go smoothly for so long, and was finally poisoned by Lu Changkong's poison.

After picking Chaoshenju, Lu Fan didn't stay for a long time, glanced at the two remaining Chaoshenjus in the medicinal field. After thinking about it, he still didn't pick them. Leave some for Dad.

...

On the stairs of Baiyu Palace.

Dantai Xuan looks peaceful.

There are faint white spots surging in the eyebrows, which is a manifestation of the power of the soul.

After Dantaixuan stepped into the second level at the soul level, he noticed some strangeness, and he looked around.

The world that was originally flawless in his eyes became less vivid at the moment.

However, Dantai Xuan did not directly break away.

Rarely has a chance to be reborn, Dan Taixuan plans to give it a try.

In this life, can he reach the peak with a mortal body.

To what extent can he lead Daxuan?

After Tang Xian's life and death, Dan Taixuan took Tang Yimo away.

Of course, Tang Guo and Tang Yimo's mother-in-law brought them to the Imperial Capital together, let Tang Yimo enter the school, and teach him martial arts.

Tang Yimo was indeed very talented in martial arts, and even made Jiang Li feel surprised and cultivated with all his heart. Soon, Tang Yimo became a commander in the commanding army of Jiang Li.

The whole world is unified, Dantai Xuan begins to deal with affairs.

After all, he has the experience of being an emperor, and he is very familiar with the way of governing the world, which makes the Mobei, Moju and other counselors who assist him amazed.

Under the rule of Dantai Xuan, Dazhao ushered in a heyday.

After ten years of time, Dantai Xuan became more and more peaceful, as if there was a feeling of detachment.

It looks gentle and elegant, but even the most powerful qi and blood master, in front of Dantai Xuan, can't afford the courage to throw a fist.

In the prosperous period of the country, Dantai Xuan attacked the outside world.

He let Jiang Li lead the Daxuan Army, directly kill the Daxuan range, kill Xiang Rongdi, and kill the boundless desert.

Soon, he encountered the Marton dynasty in the western mainland.

Under the training of Dantaixuan, Daxuan Tieqi is strong and strong, and he has Jiang Li, Zhao Zixu and other excellent generals.

The Kingdom of Marton couldn't stop the Xuan Dynasty at all, and was soon defeated and broken by the Xuan Dynasty.

And Dantai Xuan continued to conquer.

The entire Five Phoenix Continent is included in the territory. Of course, this is the Five Phoenix before the transformation of the world.

Finally, after spending thirty years, Dantai Xuanyi stood on top of the Five Phoenixes.

Because there was no birth of spiritual civilization, even the Qi-blood guru would still be deprived of vitality under the age and start to grow old, and gradually grow old.

Dantaixuan is no exception.

Jiang Li is too old to mention the knife.

Dantai Xuan is also old, and many old friends have passed away. In the era of no spiritual practitioners, no one can maintain longevity, the power of time rules, and cruelty like a sword.

However, Dantai Xuan was satisfied.

In this life, he did not choose to die in bed.

When Chaoyang was born, he wore a royal robe and sat on the throne, looking into the distance.

After decades of precipitation, his soul gradually calmed down, and he became deeper and deeper.

Chaoyang shines in and pulls out a dazzling light in Chaotang.

Dantai Xuan Laomai's body was bathed in the sun, with his mouth raised.

With the emperor's domineering power and endless vigor, he closed his eyes.

boom!

Everything in front of me exploded.

A stream of light burst out of the palace and quickly leaped into the body of Dantai Xuan sitting on the white jade ladder.

Dantai Xuan opened his eyes and looked calmly at Baiyu Palace. Everything really did not surprise him. The life he experienced was really just a illusion made by this palace.

However, whether it is true or not, Dan Taixuan himself is a bit unclear.

However, he knew that the experience of this life had brought some changes to him, that was changes at the soul level.

Dantai Xuan, who was originally stuck at the nine-turn golden fairy level, now feels that it is not difficult for him to step into Da Luoxian.

Although it was possible to break through before, as his soul level improved, it was easy to break through the layer of breakthrough film.

...

In fact, it is not just Dantai Xuan who has revived.

Most of the five phoenixes have revived their lives, in completely different ways and attitudes.

In the five phoenixes without aura, no practitioners, no Bai Yujing, and no master Lu Shao, they lived for a lifetime.

When Ning Zhao opened her eyes, she found that she was back in Beiluo City, and she was stunned when she was a maid of Lu Fan.

Long eyelashes tremble slightly, pursed red lips, eyes can't help but fluctuate, and even continue to swell.

When a loud noise came from Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao hurriedly pushed open the door to enter, and just saw Lu Fan who was stubbornly trying to get up from the ground.

"Son!"

Ning Zhao shouted to help Lu Fan get up and sit in a wooden wheelchair.

Lu Fan said nothing without saying a word.

Ning Zhao stood aside, watching quietly at this time a little bit young, with a stubborn son unimaginable by ordinary people.

There is no such thing as a jade-like figure, no peerless peerlessness, but the ordinary broken leg and the handicapped Lu Shaozhu.

"It's not that handsome son..."

Ning Zhao felt a little regret in his heart, but after the regret, he was somewhat hopeful.

perhaps……

Such a son is not an unattainable son.

"Young Master, I will help you..."

Ning Zhao's voice softened a lot, helping Lu Fan wipe his face.

Beiluo City is still Beiluo City, Ning Zhao found himself returning to the original origin, at this time, Beiluo has not yet been broken.

Ning Zhao serves Landing every day, doing his due diligence.

Her enthusiasm made Lu Fan a little introverted, but gradually got used to it.

I am used to Ning Zhao helping him to wipe his hands, I am used to Ning Zhao pushing him to walk in the garden, I am used to Ning Zhao returning to the house, lifting him to the bed, etc...

Ning Zhao is also used to doing this, willingly, without any complaints.

Perhaps the son in front of him was not that son, but Ning Zhao was more enthusiastic.

Many things have changed in this world.

Without Reiki, the son did not grow into such a peerless evil.

In the chessboard, it can kill millions of enemies.

However, Ning Zhao was inexplicably a little rejoicing, as if the inner little caper could be realized.

When the night is quiet, Ning Zhaohui sits quietly on the roof of Lufan.

Looking at the stars in the sky, I think about things in another world.

"Actually, Empress Ni Chunqiu is still enviable...at least, she has the courage to take that step."

"Some people can only hide everything in their hearts, watching secretly, watching from afar, and dare not say it."

Ning Zhao sipped his lips.

Although there will be regrets for the resurrection of life, Ning Zhao is betting all the enthusiasm of the previous life.

The son is her god.

And in Ning Zhao's countdown.

As a defender of Dazhou, Beiluo City finally ushered in the battle of siege.

It's just that, unlike the previous life, this time it was the coalition forces of Bawang and Tang Xiansheng who attacked Beiluo.

The little emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was violent, making Beiluo city stormy.

Lu Changkong chose to resolutely defend the city.

However, the overlord is too strong. In a world without aura, the ultimate overlord of the Grand Master is the first in the world.

North Los Angeles was broken.

Lu Fu's calm was broken.

As a warrior, Ning Zhao must stand up and protect Lu Fu.

Lu Changkong sent someone to pick up Lufan to leave.

A warrior who respected the enemy's master came chased and killed, and Ning Zhao's thin body stood in front of Lu Fan, guarding his son.

Over the years, after rebirth, her cultivation practice has improved a lot, and she has already stepped into the realm of guru.

However, this is not an era of spiritual practice, and the guru also has limits.

There were more and more wounds on her body, and more and more blood was flowing.

However, she was standing in the end, preventing these people from chasing and killing the son who was on the retreat.

This is her obsession, the son was her day, and now... she puts everything into this life, she wants to support the son for a day.

When she finally couldn't hold the sword and knelt down to the ground, she raised her head hard and looked at the car-carrying Lu Fan, disappearing at the end of the road.

She smiled.

This strong obsession seems to break everything around.

The space is fluctuating, Ning Zhao feels that everything in front of him becomes blurred, and the world seems to become dreamy.

"It really is fake..."

Ning Zhao sighed.

However, everything is false, but her feelings about the betting of the son is true.

Some real things cannot be faked and cannot be replaced.

Ning Zhao felt that his soul was sublimating.

The hot, once suppressed emotion in the bottom of my heart, made her feel that everything between heaven and earth seemed to be clear and catchable, and her mind was transparent.

Life again, although the life is short, but she is happy.

...

Sima Qingshan found himself reborn, at that moment, he was panicked.

He once again became a poor painter in Nanjin City.

On the first day of rebirth, he rushed out of the Nanjin City frantically, and took all his belongings to the city where he remembered.

The refugees flowed down the river, but the Sima Qingshan went upstream.

He still remembered that he had painted the Liumin figure, which was the first picture he gave her.

However, at this moment, he did not intend to paint.

Finally, for three days and three nights, the Sima T-shirt, hungry and weak, finally rushed outside the gate of the small city.

Rebirth of life, no aura, no practice... what should he do?

What should he get to know her?

Outside the city gate, Sima Qingshan hesitated, hesitated, and also anxious.

What if she dislikes him?

Sima Qingshan shook his head, but also resolutely entered the city.

In the city, place pictures and sell pictures.

Setting up a stall not far from Anfu Mansion, the daily thing is to quietly look at the door of Anfu Mansion.

When he saw that Qianying walked out of the house in red cloth, his eyes would always become brighter.

He then lifted the ink-brushed pen and slowly dropped it on the rice paper.

The girl's demeanor, like the hibiscus in the water, appeared on the drawing paper.

The girl was attracted in her red clover.

Lianbu moved gently.

But Sima Qingshan immediately put away the stall, put away the scroll, and hurried away.

The girl's eyes looked at the deserted figure, a bit stunned.

Once, twice, three times...

Sima Qingshan himself felt extremely annoyed.

Something was terrified in his heart.

Because today his Sima T-shirt is not a cultivator, but a poor painter who is difficult to feed himself.

Perhaps this psychological pressure made him afraid to face it.

Sima Qingshan was very annoyed, and took out the scroll under the moonlight. The slim figure in the scroll was only half drawn, but it made Sima Qingyi look slightly up at the corner of his mouth.

This night, he sat quietly, recalling everything he had experienced.

He did not know that his previous experience was a dream, or that his current experience is a dream.

Thinking for a day and a night, it was like an old monk entering the set.

Sima Qingshan finally woke up and decided inwardly.

Once again, he set up a stall in front of Anfu, and the girl in red clot saw it, but it was like anger, but came straight and left.

Sima Qingshan was dumbfounded, but he didn't give up.

On the second day, the stall was directly placed on the path of the girl's diversion.

The girl was stunned, but she also changed the way like a gamble. On the third day of the Sima Qing shirt, it was also blocked on the road of the girl again.

Finally, the girl came over.

Sima Qingshan looked calmly.

The scrolls unfolded, but the girl was shocked. Each of these scrolls came to life, as if it contained an extremely powerful will, and her mind was shaking.

Is this poor painter a master?

The girl took Yinyin to buy a picture scroll, and Sima Qingshan did not refuse. She received Yinyin and sent another picture, telling the girl to go back and reopen it.

Although the girl was curious, she agreed.

After returning to the mansion, he unfolded the scroll and saw himself in the scroll as if he had come alive.

That painter... painting her?

The girl's face was full of bright red.

Every next day, the girl will come out, and Sima Qingshan will send a picture every day.

Unconsciously, three hundred days and nights passed.

There are more than 300 paintings in the girl's house. Each painting is a girl, and the girls in each painting are different.

The figure of Sima Qingshan's calm and gentle smile every day was also unknowingly imprinted in the heart of the girl.

Da Zhou is dead, chaos is coming.

The calm of the town was broken.

The soldiers and horses entered the city, and the small towns were in chaos, and the crying and crying were ringing.

Anfu was thoroughly investigated by the officers and soldiers, and the head of the family died tragically. The whole mansion was completely messed up, and the people drove away with packages, just like a pan of congee.

After Sima Qingshan was informed, the calm heart was not disappointed.

In danger, he rushed into Anfu.

The light car found the girl's boudoir, and the girl was helplessly holding her legs in the boudoir.

She can't bear these paintings, and she can't take them away.

Sima Qingshan appeared, wanting to take her away.

The girl refused, biting her lip and looking at more than three hundred paintings.

Sima Qingshan smiled: "As soon as you and I know each other again, from today onwards, I will draw a picture for you every day."

"Below, Sima Qing shirt."

Later, in the girl's trance, holding the girl's hand, she secretly left the mansion, went out of the city, and went into the mountains to live in seclusion.

Decades have passed.

Xiao Lu in the mountains.

The old Sima T-shirt trembling hands, still spread with ink.

After painting.

The old Sima T-shirt, carrying a jug, burned the scroll to a person in the grave in front of a small grave beside Xiaolu.

Afterwards, drinking wine, sitting in a rocking chair, watching the spring and autumn coming.

Settled in the human world.

In peace, the soul is like waves and ripples.

...

Inside the missionary.

As the souls of Dantai Xuan, Ningzhao, Sima Qingshan and others have transformed, the power of the elemental elemental god of fire is almost drained.

"Don't smoke..."

The roar of the Fire Elemental God became weak.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered, the white shirt flopped, sensing the position on the white jade ladder that realized the level of the soul, and the corners of his mouth could not help revealing the color of satisfaction, as well as the brilliance.

After that, the chaos Shenju was taken out.

"Old fire, taking medicine."

"Mo Xu."

"Take a good supplement, the future of the Five Phoenixes depends on you."

PS; the second one is coming, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket~