Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Cang Matsushita.

The old man was furious, and there were bursts of strange noises amidst the rush of energy and blood.

Hit the arrow with one palm and sent the arrow flying.

Miao Renyu kept pulling the bow, her pupils constricted...

A trace of blood on the cheek burst open, and bright red blood flowed.

Although he had expected it in his heart and knew Nie Changqing's strength long ago, Miao Renyu was still hit by what he saw with his own eyes.

He is the third in Daozong, second only to Li Sansi and Li Sansui brothers and sisters.

Although his temperament has always been gentle, he is actually a very strong person. Nie Zhangqing shot his arrow away lightly. Even if Nie Zhangqing wanted to kill him, the moment the arrow flew backwards, he could take his life.

He lost.

The old ten who had humbly asked for advice in front of him, surpassed him with such a domineering posture.

Nie Zhangqing walked slowly, and the spiritual pressure spread.

Miao Renyu finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground.

Nie Zhangqing stepped over him, holding a butcher's knife in one hand, wearing a white shirt, and passed through the six most outstanding young men of Daozong.

The former Taoist tenth, now, seems to have reached the top.

On the Daping, many Taoist disciples were terrified.

Practitioner Nie Zhangqing... so strong!

The six most outstanding disciples of the Taoist sect, the six master warriors, were unexpectedly oppressed by Nie Zhangqing's aura and could not move.

Even Ren Yu, the third seedling of Daozong who shot an arrow, was as weak as a baby!

"Everyone! Suppress this evil!"

Under the vigorous old pine.

The old Taoist jumped up, his Taoist robe fluttered, his palms opened like a dead tree branch, he stepped on the ground as light as a swallow, and jumped up.

Several elderly Taoist priests burst out drinking.

Falling on the Daping,

Stepping on the direction of the foot, the blood in the body burst out.

They did not underestimate practitioners, after all, the Taoist masters had told them about the strength of practitioners before retreating.

Even the secret land of raising dragons on Zhaixing Peak now made them feel the terror of practitioners.

but……

To deal with practitioners.

The disciples of Daozong have developed the Qi and Blood Formation, and after improving the original Daozong Great Formation, it can gather Qi and blood.

The Qi and blood of several aged Taoist priests seemed to pour into the old Taoist elder's body.

In an instant, the veteran's withered hair flew up, and his face full of dimples trembled.

There was a long whistle in the mouth.

Jump in!

When a whisk was swung by him, it unexpectedly pulled out a terrifying energy, blowing up all the blue bricks on the ground to pieces.

Nie Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly, but stood still.

He moved his feet sideways.

The spiritual pressure spread.

The six Taoist disciples who fell to the ground were bounced away one after another.

The butcher's knife in Nie Zhangqing's hand was raised.

The veteran's fly whisk slammed down hard, colliding with his butcher's knife, and there was a sound of steel clashing.

"Sinister! Your Majesty raised you, and you really raised a white-eyed wolf!"

"What are the Taoist precepts? You don't know? If you break the precepts, you deserve these punishments!"

"Don't think that you dare to be presumptuous after joining Bai Yujing and becoming a cultivator!"

boom!

The old Taoist cursed constantly, and while he was tossing, he was bearing the blood of several old masters and Taoists, and faintly, he actually had the power of a great master.

Nie Zhangqing didn't speak, and carried the old way's attack.

finally……

Nie Zhangqing let go of the butcher's knife in his hand.

"Are you finished?"

boom!

"I just want to get my wife back."

"I just want a family reunion, is this request... too much?"

Nie Zhangqing said.

Words fell.

The butcher's knife floated and spun in front of him at high speed, engulfed in light blue spiritual energy, and was constantly floating.

Indistinctly.

An illusory silhouette of a knife emerged outside the butcher's knife.

Nie Zhangqing growled.

"Royal knife!"

The next moment, the hand suddenly swept from bottom to top.

Then the butcher's knife cut out from bottom to top, and with the sword wrapped in majestic aura, it hit the old Taoist.

The veteran fly whisk was cut in half...

The howling sound resounded throughout Daping.

Blood splashed several feet.

The old Taoist fell to the ground, the Taoist robe on his body was red with blood.

He held Fuchen's arm and was chopped off by Nie Zhangqing.

fell to the ground...

The howling sound resounded throughout Daozong Daping.

Several elderly Taoists retreated in shock, staring at Nie Changqing in disbelief.

Their Taoist sect closed the mountain gate and did not come out. They only knew that the practitioners were very strong, but...to such a degree, it was really beyond their expectations.

Nie Zhangqing didn't speak, just raised one hand, and the butcher's knife was suspended.

This kind of method shocked many Taoist disciples, and it was difficult to understand the words. After all, the method of controlling the sword in the air was like a fairy god in the legend.

On the ground, the old Taoist elders were wailing.

Nie Zhangqing's expression was indifferent. Over the years, he had killed quite a few people, and he had already looked down on life and death.

The old Taoist had a hideous face, clutching his broken arm, trembling in pain.

"Go and ask Li Sansui! Go and call her!"

The old Taoist turned his head and shouted at an elderly Taoist behind him.

"The glory of the Taoist sect...can't just be trampled on like this!"

The old man stiffened his neck and roared, with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

Hearing this, the elderly Taoist hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran towards Zhaixing Peak.

Nie Zhangqing glanced at the departing Taoist and did not stop him.

He just looked at the blood-stained old man indifferently.

"The glory of Taoism..."

"I just wanted to take my wife, what's wrong?"

"Because of the fact that I was a Taoist disciple, I have shown mercy..."

"I'll count down to five more... Tell me where Ru'er is, otherwise... I, Butcher, will really start to slaughter everything."

Nie Changqing said slowly.

His words lingered on the Daping, making everyone tremble physically and mentally.

"Nie Zhan, if Li Sansi and Li Sansui weren't here...why would you dare to be rampant in the Taoist sect!"

The old man bled until his face turned pale, and he roared.

Nie Changqing glanced at him.

Leaning on a butcher knife.

He said calmly: "Five."

The Taoist disciples around were noisy for a while.

On the ground, the old Taoist stared at Nie Changqing resentfully: "The evil of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors! It is really the worst decision in this life for your lord to train you!"

On the Daping, a dignified killing intent permeated the air.

The Taoist disciples around had already begun to clamor. Some people retreated in horror, really frightened by the murderous intent on Nie Zhangqing.

Although Daozong is one of the hundreds of schools of thought, the gate of the mountain has been closed for a long time, except that Daozong can go down the mountain to practice while walking.

For many Taoist disciples, at most they compete with each other.

Some have never even seen blood.

Therefore, facing Nie Zhangqing's killing intent, they were terrified.

"Four."

Nie Changqing leaned on the butcher's knife, raised his head, felt the wind in the Taoist sect, and said slowly.

Next, the old man stopped scolding, and looked at Miao Renyu in the distance.

"Pull me away, quickly pull me away!"

The more and more serious killing intent on Nie Zhangqing made the old Taoist... feel guilty.

Miao Renyu hesitated for a moment, and walked up to Nie Changqing, intending to take the old Taoist elder away.

However.

A black butcher knife suddenly fell.

There was a "poof".

Pierce the old man's body.

The old man howled miserably, and his eyeballs almost popped out.

It was fun to tear up the letter at the beginning, but now I scream and scream...

This is all retribution.

"Master..."

Miao Renyu shook his hands and couldn't help but speak.

Nie Zhangqing ignored him.

Still looking up to feel the wind in the mountains.

"three."

Miao Renyu looked at the strange and indifferent Nie Zhangqing, with a constantly changing expression on his face.

He didn't pay any attention to the old man, and shot out of his body.

The old Taoist who was pierced by the butcher's knife became more and more frightened. He felt as if he had been abandoned.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan leaned on his wheelchair and couldn't help laughing. As expected of Bai Yujing's disciple, Nie Zhangqing's temper was as good as Lu Fan's.

"There is something about the Daoist disciples. They can use qi and blood as formations. If they come into contact with spiritual energy, they may be able to create many formations that can create miracles."

Lu Fan took a sip of his wine and narrowed his eyes.

In this world, talented people came forth in large numbers, and it was not surprising to Lu Fan.

Lu Fan picked up a chess piece and stroked it lightly.

"The secret realm of the Dragon Gate is open, and the dragon species should almost be born..."

Lu Fan was deep in thought.

"As for whether this move will make Bai Yujing a truly detached force, it's hard to say..."

"People in the world today may know that Bai Yujing is very strong, but... they are more curious about Bai Yujing, and may not have much awe. After this time, maybe the world is not just curious about Bai Yujing."

Just as Lu Fan was thinking.

There was the sound of heavy footsteps.

But he saw Lu Changkong walking up the pavilion.

"Father?"

Lu Fan was slightly taken aback.

"Fan'er, I heard from Ni Yu that you haven't slept for several days?"

Lu Changkong was carrying a purple lunch box and placed it on the sandalwood table.

"Cultivation is good, but you must pay attention to rest...don't tire yourself, pay attention to diet and rest."

Lu Changkong opened the lunch box while admonishing him.

He took a wooden spoon and scooped up a bowl of porridge.

"Let the cook make your favorite eight-treasure porridge for my father. Come and have a taste."

Lu Changkong scooped up the porridge in a blue and white porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan looked at the porridge and fell silent.

This bowl of porridge made his heart feel like an electric shock.

For a long time, Lu Fan felt that he was a lonely person in this world.

Just approach the world with a mission mentality to uplift the world.

He is indifferent, he is aloof.

It may be that the mentality of this body has affected Lu Fan. The original low self-esteem and autistic mentality made Lu Fan treat family and friendship a little coldly.

In fact, Lu Fan longed for family affection and friendship in his heart.

Occasionally, he would snicker at Ni Yu who was pouting and farting, and he would also envy Jing Yue and Nie Shuang when they were frolicking.

He picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Scooped a spoonful of the entrance, very sweet.

The sweetness warmed Lu Fan's heart.

"Thank you father."

Lu Fan said.

"Hey, eat more if it tastes good."

Lu Changkong laughed and rubbed his hands together, the wrinkles around his eyes piled up.

"Then you eat, and you have to go to the city tower to sit in town for your father. Don't be exhausted. Pay attention to rest more, and don't rush to practice for a while. So what if you become the number one in the world? As long as Beiluo is not broken, I will protect your life for my father." .”

Lu Changkong laughed.

"By the way, my father told Uncle Luo Yue to bring some elite soldiers into the Dragon Gate Secret Realm. Once the Eight Great Dragon Gate Secret Realms leave, the pattern of the world will change, and Beiluo City should also make some changes."

Lu Fan took a spoonful of porridge and said.

Lu Changkong was startled for a moment, then became serious, nodded, and left Bai Yujing.

After Lu Changkong left, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and continued to drink porridge.

Ni Yu hid behind the railing, poking out half of his head.

Lu Fan glanced at him, his face remained unchanged, and said, "Come here if you want to eat, don't look around helplessly, son, I can't finish it all by myself."

Ni Yu immediately beamed with joy, drooling, and jumped over from behind the railing.

...

Above Taoism.

"two."

Nie Changqing's faint voice lingered throughout Daping.

Around Daping, many Taoist disciples remained silent, only Nie Changqing's voice was left like the wind.

Glancing at the people around him, and then another glance, there was a powerful aura emanating from the direction of Zhaixing Peak.

Nie Zhangqing sighed.

He drew out the butcher's knife, and the old man in pain let out a gasp.

"evil……"

The old man opened his mouth ferociously, wanting to say something.

However……

The next moment, eyes went dark, and before the words were finished, they stopped abruptly.

"one."

Nie Zhangqing exhaled.

In his hand, the butcher's knife lightly scratched the old man's neck...

A head rolled down one meter with disbelief.

The blood spattered three feet, staining Daozong Daping red.