Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Gloomy sky, silent surroundings.

From closing eyes to opening eyes, the terracotta warriors are so weird that it makes one's scalp tingle.

The Xiliang elite soldiers led by Xiang Shaoyun were all tense, staring at the terracotta warriors.

Overlord had the experience of wandering into the secret realm of Wolongling once, so he was not that surprised by these strange terracotta warriors with open eyes.

After all, in the secret realm of Wolong Ridge, those little ghosts and ghosts climbing on the walls are no less terrifying than these weird terracotta warriors with open eyes.

boom!

Xiang Shaoyun punched a nearby terracotta warrior, the air surged, and there was a devilish energy.

The terracotta warrior stared directly at Xiang Shaoyun with angry eyes, like a vicious door god, the soil knife from his waist was pulled out, and there was an ear-piercing rubbing sound that made the roots of his teeth itch.

The soil knife collided with Xiang Shaoyun's fist, and there was a clanging sound.

It looks like an earthen knife, but it is not weak.

Xiang Shaoyun brought a team of elite soldiers this time, not many, only about twenty people, most of them are first-class warriors, including two generals who are master warriors.

Xu Chu was not brought to the secret realm by Xiang Shaoyun, after all, Xu Chu was his confidant and needed to guard the periphery.

These terracotta warriors are stronger than the goblins in the secret realm of Wolongling.

Not only are they strong in defense, but they are also strong in attack. Compared with unarmed goblins, the soil knives of these terracotta warriors are extremely sharp.

It can easily cut a person in half.

Xiang Shaoyun launched another punch.

A terracotta warrior was hammered with two fists and was full of cracks.

"You come……"

Xiang Shaoyun summoned a master warrior and asked him to attack the terracotta warriors.

Without any hesitation, this master martial artist made a strange sound with his body exploding, mobilizing his qi and blood to the extreme. He immediately drew his sword and chopped off the head of the terracotta warrior with one stroke.

A pure spiritual energy gushed out from the terracotta warriors and penetrated into the body of the master warrior.

The warrior's body shook, and he suddenly looked at Xiang Shaoyun.

"The prefect...the subordinates have felt...aura!"

The master warrior was extremely excited.

"very good."

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes lit up, as expected.

These terracotta warriors, like little ghosts and ghosts, are also so-called fairy fate.

When the first terracotta warrior was shattered, the rest of the terracotta warriors glared angrily and pulled out their knives.

"Follow me." Xiang Shaoyun growled.

On the body, the devilish energy surged.

He blasted a terracotta warrior into dense cracks with one punch, and asked his elite soldiers to make up for it.

So that the elite soldiers have aura moisture.

With the help of the Overlord, the twenty elite soldiers were all nourished by the spiritual energy. Of course, some people failed to refine the spiritual energy, but generally speaking, everyone's combat effectiveness has been improved.

far away.

The gravel on the ground began to condense, and brand-new terracotta warriors were revived one after another, but the number never exceeded ninety-nine.

Overlord is not interested in these terracotta warriors, after all, these terracotta warriors can't bring him pressure to break through to the Tibetan realm.

However, it is good for these terracotta warriors to let their elite soldiers train their hands and improve their strength.

Perhaps, he can cultivate an elite team of practitioners.

After the twenty elite soldiers had condensed their aura, Xiang Shaoyun said: "You can get aura by killing the warriors. The more you kill, the more chances you will get the aura that can be refined. You can work together to kill the warriors." .”

Many elite soldiers are all bright-eyed and burst into laughter.

Xiang Shaoyun nodded, and then walked towards the chain bridge with his relatives on his back.

There were terracotta warriors who came to stop him, but Xiang Shaoyun just punched him and smashed him to pieces.

On the opposite side of the chain bridge is a floating island.

Overlord stared at the palace on the floating island. There was a huge triangular bronze cauldron in front of the palace, and there were still fireworks in the cauldron.

...

Beiluo,

Island in the middle of the lake.

The melodious wind is blowing.

Lu Fan supported his chin with one hand, and his eyes fell on the spiritual pressure chessboard. There were lines dancing in his eyes, and the dancing lines showed the situation in various Longmen secret realms on the chessboard.

The eyeballs rolled and landed on one of the secret realms.

Lu Fan saw the unrivaled Overlord walking through the room, and the ordinary terracotta warriors were no match for the Overlord at all.

"It has grown a lot."

Lu Fan propped his chin and tapped his cheek with a finger, and smiled.

For Overlord, Lu Fan was looking forward to it. After all, Overlord was not far from Tizang Realm.

Maybe he will become the first practitioner to step into the Tibetan realm.

However, it still lacked some pressure.

Looking at the unscrupulous Overlord, Lu Fan suddenly chuckled and remembered a sentence.

Stack the thickest armor and suffer the most vicious beating...

"It seems that we need to put more pressure." Lu Fan sat up straight, stretched out his hand, and hung on the top of the spiritual pressure chessboard.

Slap.

He snapped his fingers.

...

Overlord took a step and stepped onto the chain bridge.

Behind him, the shouts of the terracotta warriors and elite soldiers disappeared immediately.

Everything became very quiet.

In the cauldron furnace, thick purple smoke lingered out, and it turned into two ethereal figures of a man and a woman holding long swords, standing on the iron chain of the iron chain bridge.

The suppressed spiritual pressure fluctuations spread.

Sensing this wave of spiritual pressure, Xiang Shaoyun clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly.

This is not trembling with fear, but... trembling with excitement!

"The strength of these two people is even stronger than that of the ancient Qi refiners in Wolong Ridge!"

This is only the first small palace in the Longmen Secret Realm to have such a powerful existence.

What kind of existence should sit in the central palace where the eight dragon gates gather? !

However, Xiang Shaoyun did not back down, he stepped steadily on the wooden planks of the chain bridge, and continued to walk, the sound of footsteps fell, lingering around the chain bridge.

Standing floatingly on the iron chain bridge, the ethereal figures of a man and a woman with two streams of smoke condensed turned into purple shadows and rushed towards the Overlord!

The overlord stepped on the iron chain plank, his body swelled up, and he roared like a wild beast towards the two killing figures.

On the body, demonic energy lingers.

He grabbed the handle of the ax behind his back and swung it out violently.

...

Tiandang Mountain.

The waiter in the inn accepted Nie Changqing's silver ingot, and went to Daozong Mountain Gate himself.

This is a wave of good business.

Daozong is quite well-known in Nanjun, after all, it is one of the powers of all schools. There are no bandits around Tiandang Mountain, and there are no unscrupulous bandits who dare to go to Daozong's sphere of influence to rob, so Xiao Er Travel without any danger.

After the two letters were received, the little Taoist who got the letters ran on the slate.

Climb to the top of Daozong, Zhaixing Peak.

However, the little Taoist was stopped when he first entered Zhaixing Peak, the two letters were taken away, and the little Taoist was driven down the mountain.

Zhaixing Peak was blocked. On the way down the mountain, the curious little Taoist looked back frequently, and could only faintly see an exquisite floating door on the top of the peak.

The blue brick flat on Zhaixing Peak.

A censer is smoking green smoke.

"Elder."

A Taoist in green shirt took the envelope and handed it to the old Taoist sitting cross-legged under an old pine tree.

The old man withdrew his gaze from the dragon gate.

Opening the envelope and glancing at the contents of the letter, the expression on the old Taoist's face gradually sank.

"Bai Yujing's disciple...Nie Changqing."

"A mere abandoned disciple, and now he wants to bite my Daozong back? Back then, His Majesty personally trained him, and he really raised a white-eyed wolf."

The old man said coldly.

In the eyes of the old Taoist, since Daozong trained Nie Zhangqing's martial arts, he is entitled to take it back and even kill Nie Zhangqing.

"He even personally sent a letter to pick up the star... Is this a demonstration against Daozong? A declaration of war?"

The letter in his hand was clutched by the old man, and it was clenched into a ball.

The few Taoist priests around were confused and showed doubts.

"Elder... what happened?"

The old Taoist threw the letter paper that was clenched in his hand to a Taoist. The Taoist unfolded it and read it, his face couldn't help but change.

"Nie Zhangqing?!"

"I heard that he joined Bai Yujing and became a coachman under Beiluolu Ping'an... How can he still have the face to come back?!"

"Your Majesty told me not to send anyone to Beiluo before going into closed-door training... Fortunately, he committed suicide himself, this unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

Several Taoist priests around the old Taoist, after reading the letter, immediately showed righteous indignation.

"Tomorrow, Nie Zhangqing will enter the Taoist sect..."

"After all, this son got the help of Beiluolu Ping'an and became a practitioner. However, I am waiting for the Immortal Fate Dragon Raising Land to appear in the mountain gate, and the three-year-old Tianlong helped me, plus my Daozong Great Formation..."

"If he dares to come, he will never come back!"

"It must be cut!"

The old Taoist slapped the old pine with his palm, some pine needles fell, and his words were loud.

He took out another letter from Nie Zhangqing.

This letter is addressed to Nie Zhangqing's wife, who is the granddaughter of Dao Zongzun.

The old man snorted coldly.

Directly tore up the letter that Nie Zhangqing had waited five years to write with his heart.