Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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"Fairy?!"

Li Sansi looked at the huge stone face floating in the void, made of broken stones from terracotta warriors, and his heart trembled.

Immortal? !

The fairy who created the dragon farm?

Terrifying coercion permeated the dragon gate, oppressive like a thickened swamp, making it impossible to even move.

Zhulong turned into a dragon body, coiled on the ground, like a child who did something wrong, his face was full of fear and panic.

Lu Fan's mind was attached to the face of the boulder man, looking lightly at the candle dragon below and Li Sansi who was kneeling in the distance.

Although it is true that luck is a part of strength, it is not entirely luck that Li Sansi was able to break through the body.

For another person, being treated like this by Zhulong might already have a mental breakdown, even madness.

After all, the aura filled the body, and the painful feeling like a balloon about to burst was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Li Sansi was ignored.

His eyes moved sideways and landed on Zhulong.

Li Sansi sensed the "Xian"'s gaze shifted horizontally, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had broken through to Qi Pill, he was still like an ant in front of the "immortal".

In fact, it is true.

In the eyes of "immortals", he is indeed no different from an ant.

Xian never cared about him at all.

Rumble!

The stone face kept pressing down slowly.

Get close to Candle Dragon.

Zhulong lay on the ground, feeling more and more uneasy and fearful.

She also seemed to be aware that she used Li Sansi to evolve into a real dragon species, which seemed to have broken the rules set by "Abba".

Therefore, at this moment, she is very panicked.

I am afraid that "Abba" will take her back and rebuild her.

Lu Fan quietly looked at the obedient Zhulong lying on the bottom. Zhulong... was the foundation for Lu Fan's plan to promote Wuhuang Continent to high martial arts, and even super fantasy.

Dacheng's Candle Dragon is a very terrifying existence.

Lu Fan didn't blame Zhulong for his behavior. After all, her purpose was to evolve into a real sky dragon.

On the contrary, it helped Lu Fan complete the task ahead of schedule.

Unique creatures have their unique uniqueness and autonomy.

Lu Fan didn't need to suppress this uniqueness and autonomy.

Whether it was the candle dragon or the black dragon with gradually violent temper, they were actually created by Lu Fan. No matter how they writhed, there would be reverence and fear for Lu Fan deep in their souls.

This is why Lu Fan dared to let the eight dragons spread the world.

He wants to transform the world, but he doesn't want to paint the ground as a prison and bind the characteristics of creatures.

After all, his energy alone is limited, what he can do is to spread the seeds that change the world, and then let these seeds take root and germinate.

However, Zhulong's move still needs deterrence.

Of course, not only to deter Zhulong, but also to deter Li Sansi.

Cultivation belongs to practice, drilling holes is not enough.

"This is not an example."

The stone face opens.

The terrifying sound resounded through the entire Longmen.

The Candle Dragon lying on the ground let out an aggrieved and frightened dragon cry.

Li Sansi, who was kneeling on the ground, had his pupils constricted, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

Although Shi Mian only said four words, the pressure on him made him almost out of breath.

Lu Fan glanced at Li Sansi.

Will gradually dissipated.

The stones collapsed one after another and fell to the ground. After that, they melted like snow, and terracotta warriors rose from the ground again.

The coercion pervading the dragon gate disappeared.

Li Sansi gradually straightened up.

He looked at the Candle Dragon in the distance.

But I saw Zhulong's finely scaled tail swept away, rolling up Li Sansi's body.

Although he has the cultivation base of the Tibetan realm, he can't resist Zhulong's sweep.

Dazzled, he was thrown out of the dragon gate and fell out of the deep cave.

Li Sansi stabilized his figure, turned over and stood still.

Holding the wooden sword, he took two steps, intending to enter the cave, but just as he took the step, one black eye and one white eye popped out of the cave.

It was as if a sense of death enveloped Li Sansi's body.

Li Sansi froze.

After all, he took a step back.

Scanning the dead bones on Buzhou Peak, he sighed.

He paced to the bluestone, wiped off the blood stains on the stone, leaned on the wooden sword, sat on the bluestone, looked at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, his hair fluttering in the wind.

...

Daozong, Houshan Zhulou.

Li Sansui pushed open the door, stood in front of it, turned sideways, and let Nie Zhangqing enter.

Nie Zhangqing stepped into the bamboo building, and every step he took seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.

He was very disturbed in his heart, and he no longer had the freedom and sharpness to split open the Dao Zong Mountain Gate with a single knife.

The inside of the bamboo building is very simple, with a bamboo table and a bamboo mat, there is nothing left.

On the bamboo mat, a figure of a Taoist nun in a Taoist robe and a cloth towel is sitting quietly.

As quiet and beautiful as a withered autumn leaf.

"Ju'er."

Nie Zhangqing spoke.

A somewhat apprehensive and joyful voice lingered in the bamboo building.

However... no one responded.

Standing in front of the bamboo buildings, Li Sansui pursed his lips with a gloomy gaze.

Nie Zhangqing came to the nun in a few steps, but found that the nun was sitting quietly on the bamboo mat with her head tilted, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

On the dead bamboo on the bamboo mat, a little bit of bamboo dust was flying.

There are two words engraved on it.

"Qing" and "Shuang".

Nie Zhangqing's originally violent fluctuations seemed to contain the vision of landslides and earth cracks, but suddenly softened.

He whispered the nun's name.

However, the Taoist numbly raised her head, and looked at Nie Changqing with distressing confusion in her empty eyes, then continued to tilt her head.

"Brother Nie..."

Li Sansui, who was standing in front of the door, wanted to explain something.

However, Nie Changqing just waved his hand.

"Needless to say."

Nie Changqing's gaze was soft, and his palm was lightly resting on Taoist nun's head.

"Ru'er, let's go home."

"Xiao Shuang is waiting for us to go home."

Li Sansui in front of the door was slightly taken aback.

"For me, an ending is better than no ending..."

Nie Zhangqing said calmly, but in the calmness was a fire-like dryness.

He carried the nun on his back, but the nun didn't resist, she still tilted her head, and even played with Nie Zhangqing's drooping temples with her hands.

With the Taoist on his back, he walked out of the bamboo building step by step with heavy steps, and Li Sansui didn't stop him.

The sun shone through the gaps in the bamboo forest, causing Nie Zhangqing to narrow his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, Nie Zhangqing stopped.

Without looking back, she just quietly turned her back to Li Sansui, and said, "Three years old, Taoism is not suitable for you, you should go to Beiluo."

This is the second time Nie Zhangqing said this.

Li Sansui was taken aback, and his emotions were much more complicated.

After finishing speaking, Nie Changqing, with the Taoist behind her back, stretched out her hand, put it on the butcher's knife at her waist, and slowly drew it out.

But it pointed to another bamboo building.

Nie Zhangqing looked calm, looked at the bamboo building, and said, "Masters, I, Nie Zhangqing, came here this trip. Apart from taking away Ru'er, I also brought the mission ordered by the young master."

"Take back my wife, and by the way... take Daozong."

Nie Zhangqing's words fell in the quiet bamboo forest, and the birds and crows were amazed.

When Li Sansui heard this, his pupils shrank slightly.

However, what made her feel even more incredible was that the door of the bamboo building, which had been closed for a long time, was suddenly opened.

An old voice floated out from inside the bamboo building.

"For a while, if the young master of Beiluo Lu can break it, and Daozong obeys Beiluo like the Tianji family, what's the problem?"

The vicissitudes of life sounded a little hoarse.

A hunched figure walked out of the bamboo building.

Nie Changqing carried the nun on his back, and looked up at the hunched figure, with no expression on his unshaven face.

"You don't need a young master, you can break the formation with me."

Nie Zhangqing said.

The words fell loudly.

The aura in Nie Changqing's Qi Dan suddenly boiled.

After the knot was completed, his whole spirit seemed to undergo an indescribable transformation.

All around Nie Changqing, the fallen bamboo leaves fluttered in the wind.

...

North Los Angeles.

Inside an inn.

Chi Lian pushed open the dilapidated wooden window and set it up with a wooden stick, the sunlight poured in from the window, under the sunlight, one could see the floating dust flying.

"Sister Chilian, when will Uncle Jiang come to Beiluo?"

A lazy voice came from inside the house.

Bai Qingniao squatted in front of a basket of chicks, playing and asking questions.

"It's been a few days, and my lord has yet to come to Beiluo..."

Chi Lian looked out the window at the bustling and prosperous streets of Beiluo City, his gaze flickered slightly.

The enchanting figure leaned against the window, looked at Bai Qingniao, and said: "Qingniao, clean up, let's visit Young Master Lu on the island in the middle of the lake."

Bai Qingniao immediately raised his head and was taken aback.

Chick Xiaofeng took the opportunity to poke his head out from the skirt of her chest, drooping, panting slightly.

"Don't wait for Uncle Jiang?"

The white blue bird pursed its lips.

Chi Lian shook his head: "I can't wait..."

"Your Excellency entered Beijing and took over the duties of the Imperial City, commanding the army to guard the Imperial Capital. I'm afraid I won't have time to come to Beiluo in a short time, but I will try my best to do what my lord entrusts."

Bai Qingniao's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Okay, what do I need to prepare to visit the young master of Beiluolu?"

"Does Young Master Lu like chicken soup? I can make him a bowl of chicken soup."

Bai Qingniao said: "I heard that the young master of Beiluo Lu has a bad temper, can I really worship under his sect?"

"Sister Chilian, if I worship Bai Yujing, will I not be able to see Uncle Jiang again?"

The white blue bird chirped non-stop.

After Chi Lian replied, he ignored her lazily and turned his head to look out the window.

Indeed, it is rumored that the young master of Beiluo Lu is unfathomable and has an unpredictable temper.

How can I impress Young Master Lu?

Chi Lian suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Bai Qingniao, his eyes moved sideways and landed on Bai Qingniao's bulging chest.

Bai Qingniao's face trembled three times, turned her head away, and covered her chest vigilantly.

Chi Lian rolled his eyes, "Qingniao, your chicken...it's very good, maybe it can impress Young Master Lu."

Hearing the words, Bai Qingniao let out a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand, and lifted Xiaofeng out.

"Use Xiaofengyi to make chicken soup? I can't do it..."

Bai Qingniao pursed her lips.

Xiao Fengyi, who was being carried, was originally listless, with his head drooping, and suddenly felt a gust of cool wind whizzing by, and his buttocks tightened involuntarily.

Chi Lian's face darkened, does this girl only have chicken soup on her mind? !

How can the value of this little chick be measured by a bowl of chicken soup?

Also, you are the young master of Beiluolu, do you want a bowl of chicken soup?

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