Building The Ultimate Fantasy
Chapter 119: A Knife Cleaves the Dao Zongmen
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
The cloth pouch around Ni Yu's waist was bulging, humming happily, and made green plum wine for Lu Fan. From time to time, he squeezed out a sugar-coated Qi-gathering pill from the cloth pouch, and stuffed it into his mouth happily.
As long as the pill is in the bag, I don't feel blocked at all.
Lu Fan didn't look at the spiritual pressure chessboard.
The Longmen secret realm was opened. However, compared to the less perfect Wolongling secret realm, the new secret realm Lu Fan built was more comprehensive.
These practitioners were growing, and so was Lu Fan.
If the secret realm of Wolongling was just a small trial, then the secret realm of Longmen was the change that Lu Fan made after making up for the advantages and disadvantages of the secret realm of Wolongling.
The Eight Great Dragon Gates are the eight perfected and enhanced versions of the Wolong Ridge Secret Realm.
The eight dragon gates are distributed in a large circle, which can allow more people to obtain the qualifications of practice and realize the condensed energy gathering.
For example, the elite soldiers of the Overlord can become cultivators by killing warriors and gathering energy into alchemy, and he, Lu Fan, can get a commission of spiritual energy.
Not only that, the spirit energy dissipated by the death of the terracotta warriors can also nourish the dragon species of the Longmen and accelerate the formation of the dragon species.
And this is only one aspect, the second secret realm, in addition to cultivating practitioners, also allows Bawang and other practitioners who have reached the bottleneck of Qidan realm to break through the shackles.
And the aura storm formed when breaking through to the Tibetan realm was the biggest reason why Lu Fan combined the dragon raising place with the secret realm.
The aura storm can accelerate the growth of the dragon species in the dragon breeding ground and become a real dragon species.
Therefore, Lu Fan set up the Longmen Secret Realm into three stages.
The ninety-nine terracotta warriors are the first stage, which is mainly for cultivating practitioners.
The second stage is the palace of the floating island. The two qidan state peaks formed by the pill fog are the gatekeepers, which can bring breakthrough pressure to Bawang and others, and the floating island will also be rewarded with pills.
In addition to Ni Yudang's Qi Gathering Pill, there is also Lu Fan's "Body Building Pill" created and refined based on the [Preaching Platform], which can help break the barriers of the Tibetan realm.
Of course, this elixir is prepared for those practitioners who really have no hope of breaking through the Tibetan realm.
For some promising practitioners, Lu Fan actually didn't want them to take pills.
Therefore, Lu Fan arranged for the third stage.
If the two gatekeepers at the peak of the Qidan realm cannot help the broken body Tibetan realm.
It doesn't matter……
There is also the dungeon master who is sleeping in the big palace waiting.
...
Daze in Nanjun.
Tang Xiansheng didn't step into the Dragon Gate, he...was afraid of death.
However, he asked his eldest son Tang Baiyun and Tang Yimo to lead five thousand soldiers into the secret realm of Longmen.
Although Tang Yimo got the fairy fate, it was the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair to enter the secret realm.
Tang Baiyun has never entered a secret realm.
Therefore, compared to the secret realm of Dongyan River, their place is much more tragic.
When those ghastly terracotta warriors suddenly opened their eyes wide, the soldiers in Nanjun were frightened, and when these terracotta warriors pulled out their earthen knives and cut a soldier in half, the five thousand soldiers led by Tang Baiyun even more so. Complete chaos.
Tang Baiyun turned pale with fright.
The dead terracotta warriors suddenly killed people, so strange, it would naturally scare them.
Because of the chaos, it was impossible to form a force to fight against the terracotta warriors, so the casualties were a bit heavy.
Tang Xiansheng, who was waiting outside, watched the blood-stained Nanjun soldiers fleeing from the Dragon Gate in panic, his expression became very ugly.
"Third brother, what should we do?"
In the secret territory, Tang Baiyun was dressed in military uniform, and with panic on his face, he hurriedly contacted Tang Yimo.
Although he looked down on Tang Yimo, he also envied and hated Tang Yimo's fairy fate.
But at this moment, Tang Yimo, a practitioner, can give him a sense of security.
Tang Yimo glanced at Tang Baiyun.
He performed the exercises, and his body shot out instantly, fighting fiercely with a terracotta warrior.
After a few moves, he punched the terracotta warrior to pieces, and a wisp of spiritual energy poured into his body, making Tang Yimo startled slightly.
"These terracotta warriors are the fate of the immortals. Killing the terracotta warriors can get spiritual energy into the body."
Tang Yimo left a word indifferently, and rushed into the terracotta warriors like a tiger.
He began to bombard the terracotta warriors and gather spiritual energy.
If he wants to break through the second channel, he needs to gather enough spiritual energy to have a chance to break through.
After Tang Baiyun understood Tang Yimo's words, he hesitated a little.
He waved an order to stabilize the five thousand soldiers, and began to form an army to deal with the terracotta warriors.
Tang Baiyun, as the eldest son of Tang Xiansheng and the future heir of the Tang family, still has courage.
When a terracotta warrior was crushed, Tang Baiyun seized the opportunity, drew out his sword, and blasted the terracotta warrior's head.
After the aura was poured into his body.
Tang Baiyun's eyes lit up immediately!
Xianyuan? !
Really fairy fate!
Tang Baiyun was ecstatic, and continued to give orders to pile up the terracotta warriors with his life, while he hid behind to make up the knife to obtain spiritual energy.
After Longmen, blood flowed like a river, and the five thousand soldiers of Nanjun were killed and injured countless times, and the blood was so thick that it couldn't be scattered.
...
I slept peacefully all night.
When the east of the sky turned pale, Nie Zhangqing opened his eyes.
There is no sleepiness in the eyes anymore, and the clear blue sky seems to have just been washed by rain.
Nie Zhangqing was not in a hurry, he got up, washed up, and packed the package.
After taking the cloth, he carefully wiped the butcher's knife. Then, Fang Shi put on a white gown, walked out of the room with the package on his back, and closed the door of the inn.
Except for the butcher's knife pinned to his waist, which seemed a bit abrupt.
Nie Zhangqing is like a scholar who is full of stories and wants to travel far.
Xiaoer yawned and was cleaning the tables and chairs.
Seeing Nie Zhangqing going downstairs, his eyes lit up, and he greeted Nie Zhangqing enthusiastically.
"My lord, yesterday's letter was sent to Daozong."
Xiaoer said.
"Sir, are you planning to go to the Taoist sect of Tiandang Mountain?"
With a white cloth over his shoulders, Xiao Er laughed.
Nie Zhangqing nodded, but said nothing.
On the long street in Nanjiang City, the sky was not yet bright, and it was still a bit hazy.
"Why are you going to Daozong now, sir? Are you looking for relatives?"
"It's still dark, so be careful on the road..."
Xiaoer said.
Nie Changqing, who came out of the inn, paused slightly, smiled, and said nothing.
Still a little dark under the night.
Xiao Er saw Nie Changqing's figure walking slowly and disappearing in the hazy streets of Nanjiang City.
When the sun, which broke free from its shackles, jumped out of the horizon and slowly climbed to the sky.
At the foot of Tiandang Mountain.
Nie Zhangqing stopped in his white shirt, holding a butcher's knife.
He raised his head, looked at the ancient stone steps that spread from the foot of Tiandang Mountain to the top of the mountain, and slowly closed his eyes, as the breeze blew slowly.
Dangling his hair.
Faintly, he recalled the scene of running on the ancient stone steps five years ago.
At the end of the stone steps, there seems to be the sound of a Taoist chanting, passing down the top of the mountain, like a jingle of spring water, lingering among the mountains and forests.
Opening his eyes, Nie Zhangqing seemed to see the figures of boys and girls playing on the stone steps.
That year, he went down the mountain hand in hand with her to walk for the Taoist sect.
A year later, he took his infant child and crawled down Tiandang Mountain like a bereaved dog in the heavy rain. The gap between the closed gate of Daozong's mountain was like a knife, and chopped off his life for the rest of his life. all hope.
five years.
He lived in a muddle, hiding in Tibet, uninhibited, he was a farmer, a fisherman, he hid in the mountains and cut firewood, and he also wandered on the long street.
However, people from the Taoist sect would appear from time to time, trying to take Nie Shuang away and take away his last hope.
So, he dodged again and again, hiding again and again.
Every time Nie Shuang cried for his mother, Nie Changqing's heart felt like a knife cut.
For five full years, the years have left frost on his face. The hand that held the killing knife held the pig killing knife.
Now, he's back where it all started.
After five years of hard work, he, Nie Zhangqing...
Go to Daozong again.
Take a step and step up the stone ladder.
The aura in Nie Zhangqing's Qi Dan suddenly surged, engulfing his emotions, and blowing it out from his mouth, blowing the dust and fallen leaves on the stone steps.
It was as if the breath that had been suppressed for five years was turned into needles and spit out.
Step by step, without slowing down.
Climb from the foot of the mountain to the top.
Finally, among the dense shade of trees, I saw Daozong's closed mountain gate.
Just as cold and ruthless as when he was driven down the mountain five years ago.
The expression on Nie Zhangqing's face was neither happy nor sad.
Standing on the stone steps, white shirt hunting.
Nie Zhangqing slowly pulled out the butcher's knife from his bosom, and the aura wrapped around the blade, shaking faintly.
After all, a letter failed to knock on the Daozong mountain gate.
That being the case...
The pig-killing knife shot out suddenly, like black lightning, cutting across the blue sky and white sun, and slashed at the closed mountain gate of Taoist sect.
A huge sword light phantom emerged.
As a result, the gate of Daozong Mountain was split open, shattered and collapsed.
Under the collapsed smoke and dust.
There was the faint sound of low footsteps floating.
A vicissitudes of the white shirt figure, with a butcher's knife hanging in front of him, stepped out from the smoke and dust, and spoke lightly.
"Bai Yujing's disciple, Nie Changqing."
"coming."
PS: It was updated earlier, and it will be put on the shelves in the early hours of tonight. The ferocious 4D update is about to start! Do you have a friend who raises books? It's time to draw your knives out!
In addition, the author is begging for a recommendation ticket again!
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