Building The Ultimate Fantasy

imperial capital.

On the dull sky, there are overcast clouds, and a little bit of drizzle like ox hair drifts down from the clouds, adding a bit of humidity.

With the help of his maid, Tang Xiansheng boarded the carriage.

The coachman was already waiting, after Tang Xiansheng boarded the car.

Then he twitched the horsewhip, causing the wheels to turn.

The carriage left the imperial city and drove quickly on the wet official road, while the guards of the imperial capital patrolled the long street.

A general in armor stopped the carriage.

After some investigation, it was released.

Tang Xiansheng in the carriage was wearing a brocade robe, a little drowsy.

The chariots and horses walked out of the imperial capital slowly, and headed towards Beiluo City at high speed.

Not long after Tang Xiansheng was born in Beijing.

Jiang Li drank hot tea and listened to the report from his generals. His expression didn't change much, and he wasn't too surprised. It was obvious that he had expected it.

"Tang Xiansheng finally went to Beiluo."

Jiang Li put down the teacup in his hand.

"This old guy has moved his mind about Beiluo City, but... Lu Ping'an is not something that can be moved by his three-inch tongue."

Jiang Li said lightly, took a peanut and put it in his mouth.

Zijin Palace.

Royal Garden, in front of the Dragon Gate.

Yu Wenxiu was dressed in a dragon robe, with his hands behind his back, standing in the rain curtain, and the drizzle was falling from the sky, but he ordered the umbrella to be removed.

He stood by the pool, feeling the icy coldness of the drizzle, looking at the entangled black dragon that was getting stronger day by day, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

The more terracotta warriors are broken, the stronger the black dragon...

This was something someone told Yu Wenxiu after discovering the clue, and it turned out that this was the real secret of raising dragons.

Raising a dragon... is actually so rich.

Rolling up his sleeves, he grabbed pieces of raw meat from the bucket and threw them into the pool.

The black flood dragon moved in an instant, stirring the pool, and with a low growl, the pool water seemed to explode, and a huge mouth full of fangs emerged, swallowing the raw meat instantly.

far away.

The old eunuch swung his whisk and came.

"Your Majesty, Tang Xiansheng left the Imperial Capital and went to Beiluo City."

The old eunuch lowered his voice and said.

"Going to Beiluo? Is this going to pull Lu Ping'an? Heh... This old thing really has his own thoughts."

"Don't pay attention to him, if Lu Ping'an can be persuaded by him, then it's not Lu Ping'an."

"It won't be long, and I will come back in despair."

Yu Wenxiu said lightly.

However, Yu Wenxiu, who was holding the raw meat, couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Bai Yujing's current momentum can be said to be in full swing.

The four master-level existences ventured into Beiluo, but they failed miserably. The world said that the era of the hundred schools of thought had come to an end, and the era of Bai Yujing had come, which was enough to explain Bai Yujing's fame.

Although he knew that Lu Ping'an had no ambitions, but...Yu Wenxiu still felt a little estranged.

It was as if that day, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, the black dragon howled miserably, and the old eunuch tremblingly said that Lu Fan appeared in the Imperial Capital...

So unpredictable, so completely out of control.

It made Yu Wenxiu faintly feel that even if he stayed deep in the palace, life and death seemed to be up to him.

The raw meat in his hand was tightly gripped by Yu Wenxiu.

After a long time, he let out a breath.

The raw meat was thrown into the pool.

His eyes were fixed on Longmen, and the secret realm of Longmen was his only hope, the hope of the Great Zhou Dynasty to come back under the watchful eyes of all parties.

Bai Yujing is very strong, but Bai Yujing has very few people.

Lu Ping'an is a human being, not a fairy!

Yu Wenxiu believed that if he cultivated one thousand, ten thousand, it would be one hundred thousand practitioners.

After all, he can try to shake Bai Yujing's position.

...

South County.

Nanjiang City.

The bustling Nanjiang City tells the story of the luxury and wealth of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

In a restaurant, the aroma of delicious food is wafting, and the strong aroma of wine is also intoxicating.

In the rivers and rivers, flower boats are floating, and there are endless shouts.

A figure completely wrapped in a hooded black robe leaned against the window, listening to the diners around talking about each other, gathering information.

There are several cold dishes on the table.

"Bei Luo, Bai Yujing..."

"Is it the strongest force in this chaotic and low-martial world where the princes are fighting for the top?"

The figure in the black robe murmured sharply.

"What a coincidence, one era ends and another era begins. To control this world, it is natural to control the most powerful force..."

The figure in the black robe smiled slightly.

He stood up and walked slowly downstairs.

The waiter of the restaurant rushed over, but the man in black robe raised his orchid finger lightly, and stood there sluggishly.

After a long time, the waiter came to his senses, looking at the disappearing figure, his face turned blue.

This guest officer has not settled the bill yet!

The frequency of the black-robed man's steps is not fast, but the speed of walking is extremely fast, as if the ground shrinks into an inch between steps.

Instantly disappeared outside Nanjiang City.

All the way north.

...

Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing, Li Sansi and Bawang galloped at high speed. Their speed was extremely fast, and they rushed into the palace very quickly.

The doors of the palace were closed.

The roar lingered and resounded throughout the entire hall.

What is strange is that the main hall is closed, but it is still very bright and dazzling, completely different from the dark underground palace lit by candles in Wolong Ridge.

"Be careful."

Li Sansi said.

Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao glanced at him and continued to go deeper.

The overlord carries his relatives on his back and walks at the end.

His expression was complicated. He used to charge, and he was the overlord who was always at the forefront to play the vanguard, but now...he was thrown to the rear.

The four of them walked along the corridor of the palace.

But I saw murals engraved on the walls of this palace.

The mural is about a distant war, engraved with war and death.

"Have you noticed that it is somewhat related to the description in the secret realm of Wolong Ridge? It is all about the ancient war."

Holding a wooden sword, Li Sansi stared at the mural on the stone wall and analyzed.

"The emperor and the rebels are fighting in the wild. Both sides invite practitioners to fight. There is a phoenix that sets fire in the sky, and there is a magic beast that heavy water..."

"In ancient times, there must have been a prosperous era of practitioners, but that era was destroyed, but now, the spiritual energy is beginning to recover, and practitioners are gradually appearing again."

"The existence in this palace is very likely to be an ancient Tibetan monk."

After reading the mural, Li Sansi took a deep breath.

Ning Zhao, Nie Changqing and the others also nodded slightly.

There is no doubt about the existence of the Tibetan realm in the palace, and the terrifying atmosphere permeated the room, making them all feel oppressed.

"Walk along the corridor until the interior, and you should be able to meet the master of this palace."

"The eight secret realms of the Dragon Gate are connected to this place. If you get rid of the ruler in the palace, you may get the fairy fate, and there may be a practice method to realize the Tibetan realm."

Overlord spoke.

Everyone nodded, and the four cautiously continued to go deeper.

However.

It's not over yet.

The four of them stopped in their tracks.

Because... There was a long and leisurely singing sound coming from the dark end of the corridor.

It was an ensemble of ancient instruments.

The hairs on the whole body stood on end after listening to it, and the appearance of the melody seemed to welcome the appearance of an ancient existence.

"coming."

Nie Zhangqing said.

hum...

The butcher's knife in his hand suddenly trembled slightly and floated up.

Ning Zhao held the cicada-winged sword in her hand, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her breath fluctuated, and the spiritual vortex above her head showed her cultivation in the Tibetan realm.

Li Sansi's wooden sword lay across his chest, staring intently.

He came to this central palace just to improve and consolidate his body cultivation.

The Overlord raised his long ax and giant shield, his eyes solemn.

The guy who beat him eleven times...

Are you finally showing up? !

"My name is Di Chao. I follow the emperor to put down the rebellion. The rebel army was defeated. The emperor sought out the souls of thousands of dead souls of the rebel 'Tizang' Qi refiners in Balongmen town. I was ordered to guard it. The glory of the emperor will last forever."

The cold voice sounded slowly.

Li Sansi and the others could not help but frown.

These words are somewhat familiar.

really……

Is this person related to the qi refiner at the peak of that qi pill in Wolongling?

Is the "emperor" in their mouths the same person? !

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

They felt that they had suddenly touched a great secret of ancient times.

How glorious and shocking was that battle in ancient times?

Hundreds of hundreds of deaths in the Tibetan realm?

The voice in the darkness gradually sank.

Finally, the sound of ancient musical instruments lingering in everyone's ears disappeared.

reappeared...

It was a figure slowly walking out of the palace.

As he walked, there was also the sound of icy chains rubbing against the ground, which was constantly ear-piercing.

The brilliance shines down.

Everyone finally saw clearly.

It was a burly figure similar to the overlord's nine-foot body, and the cold armor full of the breath of time still shone with a cold brilliance.

However, the same as the Taoist in the secret realm of Wolongling, this person is also thin, almost can be called a green face and fangs.

The skin dries up and loses moisture.

The eyeballs are completely black, like a devil.

The man's limbs are wrapped in icy chains.

Nie Changqing and the others just glanced at it and felt a sense of oppression that suffocated them.

"So strong!"

The butcher's knife in Nie Changqing's hand trembled more and more violently.

"It's not the first time to enter the body store, the other party must have already tempered one of the five internal organs, and may even be in the body storehouse that has completely tempered the five internal organs!"

Nie Zhangqing analyzed immediately.

The oppression formed by the burst of aura on the opponent's body is very strong.

As Tizang, Nie Zhangqing felt that he was not an opponent at all. If he was one-on-one, he would lose.

"No wonder the young master let us form a group... It turns out that this existence is so powerful!"

Ning Zhao raised the Cicada Wing Sword in his hand, his breath was solid and extremely dignified.

Boom!

The figure carrying the chain took another step forward.

But it was entangled by chains, unable to move.

A low roar like a beast resounded from the man's throat, and the next moment, the armor clanged.

A spiritual energy came out mistyly, and a black shadow condensed in front of him.

Overlord's pupils shrank!

This familiar black shadow... quickly magnified in his eyes!

The black shadow moved instantly, bypassing Li Sansi and the others, and rushed straight to Bawang.

Boom!

Overlord only felt the shield in his hand go numb, and it was sunken by the impact of the black shadow, and his body flew out from the impact, hitting the stone wall.

face black...

Why am I always the one who's hurt? !

Overlord roared in anger.

Ning Zhao's cicada-winged sword flicked like a little bit of starlight, blocking the shadow.

Li Sansi raised his wooden sword lightly, a wisp of Qi sank on the tip of the sword, and pushed towards the shadow.

But Nie Changqing took the opportunity to sweep out the butcher's knife, and the aura condensed and turned into a real knife.

He slashed at the skinny general.

The general didn't dodge, and five vortexes of spiritual energy appeared on his body, facing Nie Zhangqing's knife directly.

The attack that broke through the Dao Zong's mountain gate with a single sword cut on the head of this ancient general only made the sound of metal and iron clashing, leaving a faint white mark.

...

Outside Beiluo City.

A carriage came slowly. After the driver showed his token, he drove into the opened city gate. The setting sun was like blood, and the shadow of the carriage was pulled very long.

Inside the carriage, Tang Xiansheng lifted the curtain of the carriage, and looked out the window at Beiluo City, which had a completely different atmosphere from that of the Imperial Capital.

This is the first time he has come to Beiluo City, the city where the legendary Bai Yujing is located.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He felt the strong taste, the strength of Beiluo City seemed to be beyond his imagination.

As one of the six major protective cities of the imperial capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the strength of Beiluo City has long been beyond the control of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Didn't stay for long.

The coachman drove to Beiluo Lake.

Soon they came to the pier of Beiluo Lake.

However, the carriages and horses could no longer move forward, because the front of the pier was filled with blood and blood.

Tang Xiansheng lifted the curtain.

But seeing the front, the sound of wailing was everywhere.

There were more voices of weeping and begging for mercy.

On the bank of Beiluo Lake, the bluestone is stained with blood.

The red light of the setting sun pierced through the cloud and sprinkled on the ground, and the shining blood exuded a dazzling luster.

Luo Yue stood with the knife in his hand, the pungent blood permeated the air, but he never even frowned.

He was a little amazed, and looked at the figure still standing with the sword in disbelief.

Luo Yue once thought that Jing Yue could not win this battle, because when Jing Yue's spiritual energy was exhausted, there were faint signs of being unable to hold on.

But now it seems that he still misjudged a person who often flees, and gave up his belief in fighting with his back after escaping.

This battle, which lasted for a long time, finally came to an end.

Leaning on the sword, his white shirt was stained with blood, and his pineapple sword box had already been broken into pieces.

He smiled, holding the blunt and broken sword in his hand, walked to the edge of the bluestone at the pier, and sat down.

The leisurely lake breeze blew away some of the pain on his body.

Looking at the island in the distance, Jing Yue smiled.

It turns out that as long as the strength is strong enough, you can live if you don't escape.

Sunshine, blood shirt, man with a sword.

Luo Yue sighed with emotion.

He ordered his soldiers to take some Jianghu people into custody to see if any of these Jianghu people were responsible for their lives.

If there is, then they will be put in prison, if they are innocent, they will be sent out of the city.

Tang Xiansheng was dressed in a brocade robe, and looked at Jing Yue's back with admiration.

Luo Yue glanced at Tang Xiansheng suspiciously. The coachman gave birth to the token, and Luo Yue suddenly realized that he bowed his hands to Tang Xiansheng.

"It turned out to be Nanjun Tang Taishou and Beiluo defender Luo Yue, who was far away from us."

Luo Yue said.

Tang Xiansheng narrowed his eyes and waved his hands.

"Having heard about the great name of Beiluo City for a long time, seeing it for a long time is worse than seeing it for a long time. When I saw it today, I really admired it... No wonder it gave birth to such a transcendent existence as Bai Yujing. This old man has gained a lot of insight today."

Tang Xiansheng laughed.

"General Luo..."

Tang Xiansheng cupped his hands.

Luo Yue hurriedly replied: "I dare not call you a general, I'm no more than the commander of Beiluo City's defenders."

Tang Xiansheng smiled: "Looking at Commander Luo's power, I thought he was a general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but Kong Wu is really mighty."

"I come from South County and come to visit Young Master Lu in person. I don't know...Can Commander Luo recommend something for this old man?"

Jing Yue, who was sitting on the edge of the pier, climbed up.

He glanced at Tang Xiansheng.

He recognized Tang Xiansheng, the prefect of Nanjun, who had once been a guest of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Master Hua Dongliu greeted him personally, Jing Yue had met Tang Xiansheng at that time.

Of course, Jing Yue didn't have much enthusiasm for Tang Xiansheng either.

He hurried back to the island in the middle of the lake, and asked Ni Yu to exchange...the bet of the fifteen Qi Gathering Pills, and share the joy.

He jumped into the boat.

The white shirt was stained with blood, fluttering in the wind.

Tang Xiansheng's eyes lit up, seeing that Jing Yue seemed to be going to the island, he hurriedly said:

"Mr. Jing, wait a minute, can I give the old man a ride?"

Jing Yue was surprised, he didn't expect Tang Xiansheng to recognize him, so he hesitated.

However, Lu Fan's words sounded in his mind, which shocked him.

Afterwards, Jing Yue looked at Tang Xiansheng who was on the shore, and said slowly:

"Young master doesn't see you, you go."

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