Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The heavy breath floats and sinks, permeating around the huge world origin.

This is not the real world, but the ideological space formed by the original world, and only the masters of the original plane can appear here.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and wore a white shirt. He calmly looked at the man in red who was stepping on a bright flying sword.

The appearance of this man is somewhat similar to that of a woman. He pinched his orchid fingers, raised his hands and stomped his feet, showing femininity.

Not too much dialogue.

The man in red naturally hated Lu Fan. After all, he was suppressed with a wisp of spiritual consciousness, but that's fine. The most hated thing was that Lu Fan also used his wisp of spiritual consciousness as a medium to absorb his spiritual consciousness. The origin of that side of the world!

The origin of the world is the capital for the growth and promotion of a world!

How could the man in red not be angry at being absorbed by Lu Fan like this.

Therefore, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

The man in red didn't have too much entanglement with Lu Fan, so he directly shouted and started.

Although a wisp of spiritual consciousness was suppressed.

However, the man in red is not afraid at all, after all, this is his home field now.

All his spiritual consciousness has descended now, and it is the spiritual consciousness of a real Jindan Realm expert.

This is his confidence.

Not only did he want to obliterate Lu Fan, but he also wanted Lu Fan to spit out all the origin of the world he had swallowed!

boom!

The man in red pinched the orchid, and the flying sword under his feet flew towards Lu Fan.

Between the vertical and horizontal sword qi, the sky is full of sword qi.

The orchid fingers trembled, one sword turned into ten thousand swords, densely packed, it felt like ten thousand swords belonged to the clan.

Lu Fan didn't want to have too much entanglement with the man in red.

He needs to comprehend the attributes and characteristics of the original world, and transform them into the original source of the Five Phoenix Continent.

Only in this way can the Five Phoenix Continent break through the shackles of the world.

thus.

Facing the attacking man in red.

With a flick of Lu Fan's hand, the Feng Ling sword soared into the sky.

Countless sword qi were crushed by the burning flames.

Lu Fan clapped his hands on the wheelchair.

The body slowly stood up from the Thousand Blades Chair, and then the Thousand Blades Chair changed, and behind Lu Fan, a dense array of thousands of sword blades emerged.

Standing upright, Lu Fan's aura began to change.

Suddenly, it turned into a monstrous black devilish energy.

The white robe on his body also turned into a black robe in an instant, as black as ink.

Holding the Feng Ling Sword, a strand of black light was wrapped around the crimson Feng Ling Sword, which was very strange.

Sitting as a fairy, standing as a devil.

At this moment, Lu Fan stood and held his sword like an unrivaled demon.

The monstrous demonic flames burned, distorting the space.

The man in red opened his mouth, the pressure was so strong that he didn't know what to say.

"You... who are you?"

The man in red couldn't figure it out.

Why can such a terrifying existence be born in the world of low martial arts?

This kind of strength is enough to squeeze into the top Chinese martial arts world.

boom!

Lu Fan swept out with a sword, and countless dark sword glows filled the void.

The man in red continued to squeeze the orchid, but was crushed into the void by the sword light, and disappeared like a bubble.

He was crushed again.

This time, the opponent was more ruthless.

The beating was so violent that he couldn't catch it.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Only the huge world itself is left floating.

Lu Fan came under the source, put away the Feng Ling sword, and stacked the silver blades again to form a thousand-blade chair.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, his black shirt turned into a white robe, and looked at the source quietly. After the man in red was cleaned up by him, his ears became much clearer, and no one would disturb him to understand the source of the world.

Supporting his chin with one hand and leaning on the wheelchair with the other, the lines in Lu Fan's eyes danced, comprehending the changes in attributes in the origin.

Time also began to pass slowly.

...

Bai Yujing gave an order to stop the fighting for three months.

This is a rare respite for today's world.

Three months, neither long nor short, is enough for many unexpected changes to occur.

In the whole world, undercurrents are raging, and all forces are silently developing their respective strengths.

After all, Longmen is in the hands of various forces, and neither of them can restrict each other, and the various forces have no intention of destroying and restricting each other.

Because, they all know that in these three months, everyone will live in peace, even when the soldiers on the sideline meet, they will even nod, rub their hands, and drink wine in exchange, because Bai Yujing's secret to stop the war Ling Zai, fighting, can't fight.

However, once the three-month period is up, the calm world will be like a vast sea under a heavy rain, with turbulent waves constantly churning and rolling.

At that time, everyone will be competing for hard power.

Therefore, cultivating practitioners has become the most concerned matter of all forces within three months.

The Xiang Family Army in West County, the Nanfu Army in South County, the Black Dragon Guard in the Imperial Capital...

The army of these practitioners has been growing continuously.

Beijun also got Longmen, and there is no doubt that it has cultivated an army of practitioners, but... No one has a concept of how strong the army of practitioners in Beijun is.

Therefore, in the past three months, although no war broke out, the spies and spies from all sides were frantically probing.

If you can find out enough important news, it will be of great help to your own forces in the war three months later.

Except for the disputes between the temple forces.

The rivers and lakes are also changing.

Xie Yunling, the master of the Dao Pavilion, walked out of Beiluo City, announcing that he would pass on the position of Pavilion Master to Taoist nun Li Sansui.

On this day, everyone in the rivers and lakes came to congratulate.

Many people wonder, why not pass on the position of Pavilion Master to Li Sansi?

Although they felt strange, the disciples in the Dao Pavilion never mentioned the specific reason.

Dao Pavilion has a dragon gate, but Jiange does not.

This has greatly delayed the development of Jiange.

Therefore, the Pavilion Master of Jiange walked out of Zhongnan Mountain, and then went to Beiluo, but he learned that the young master of Beiluo Lu was retreating.

Of course, although he didn't see Young Master Lu, he did meet his old friend Gong Shuyu.

Out of friendship, Gong Shuyu forged two swords for the owner of the Jiange Pavilion.

The method used in the "Refining Handbook", one sword is called "Chaoju", and the other sword is called "Bitao". The names of the two swords are taken from two spiritual plants on the island in the middle of the lake.

Among them, "Chaoju Sword" is made by adding chrysanthemum chrysanthemum petals.

"Peach Sword" is made by adding peach petals.

It has been tempered tens of thousands of times with refined iron, and special techniques are used to make it successful.

According to legend, when the two swords were forged successfully, there was a huge fluctuation in the aura on the island in the middle of the lake.

Excited, Hua Dongliu, the sword sage, took his swords and left. These two swords have since become the treasures of the Jiange.

Holding the Sedum Sword, Jing Yue looked at the disappearing Sword Saint Hua Dongliu with complicated emotions.

This low-grade yellow-rank spiritual tool refined by Gong Shuyu made the Sword Master so excited.

Wouldn't it be crazy if he saw the treasure refined by the young master?

...

Great Zhou, Imperial Capital.

In the royal garden.

Yu Wenxiu had her hands behind her back and was wearing a golden cloak. The weather was getting colder and some of the green leaves in the garden were withered, leaving only bare branches.

There seems to be an undercurrent surging in the emerald green lake.

Yu Wenxiu stood on the Jiuzhe Bridge, looking at the emerald green pond.

The water in the pond parted to the two sides, and a ferocious and rough black dragon climbed out of the body, and the gill scales around the black dragon's neck became very ferocious and terrifying.

During the roar, there was even a soul-stirring power.

Yu Wenxiu raised her hand and touched Heilong's nose.

"It's been almost three months, and the world has stopped fighting for three months."

"What exactly does Bai Yujing want to do?"

"What is Lu Ping'an thinking?"

Yu Wenxiu took a deep breath, and the black dragon re-drilled into the emerald green pond, watching the black dragon flashing away at the bottom of the pond, and exhaled a mouthful of white air that appeared at low temperature.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Ning Zhao was still standing in front of the Baiyujing Pavilion, holding a cicada-winged sword, silently guarding Lu Fan.

Ni Yu, on the other hand, was chasing the chicken cub Xiaofengyi, one person and one chicken kept coming and going on the island.

It actually added a bit of excitement to the cold island in the middle of the lake.

Jing Yue was practicing his sword. In the cold weather, he was wading through Beiluo Lake, holding a sword in his hand, and kept poking forward.

A single sword can pierce the sword energy hundreds of meters long, forming a white snake in the lake, causing the lake to separate, making it difficult to heal for a long time.

His whole body also became sharper because of the tempered sword intent.

Nie Shuang practiced boxing not far from him, one practiced sword and the other practiced boxing.

"It's been almost three months, my lord hasn't left customs yet?"

Yiyue was wearing a fleece, looking at the second floor of the pavilion that was shrouded in hazy smoke, as if wrapped by a strange force, she couldn't help but speak.

"It is said that immortals do not have the sun and the moon in seclusion. How can we understand the seclusion of this level of son."

Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered and fluttered gently under the blowing of the wind, she glanced at Yi Yue and said.

However, after finishing speaking, Ning Zhao looked back at the second floor of the pavilion with some seriousness in his brows.

The three-month deadline is almost here, if the young master doesn't leave the customs again.

The world will really be in chaos!

...

Bai Yujing issued a secret order, and the world stopped fighting for three months.

Under the surging undercurrent.

The three-month deadline has finally come.

The night was so deep that it was hard to breathe.

There is no brilliance on the sky, and the black clouds cover the stars and moonlight all over the sky.

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Dongxuan sat cross-legged on the bluestone on the island. In front of him, a pot of hot water was boiling, and the lid was constantly churning.

I took a few tea leaves and threw them into the teapot. The clear water changed color immediately, and a scent of tea wafted out.

Wash the teacup and pour out the tea in the teapot.

Lu Dongxuan stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup steadily, but... the green tea was rippling in the cup.

As if feeling something in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky where the stars were dim.

On his neck, the gold necklace seemed to be shaking slightly.

Raising his hand, he touched the gold necklace around his neck, and each gold cylinder began to rotate at high speed.

"Has it started yet?"

Lu Dongxuan put down the teacup in his hand.

He turned his head to look at the White Jade Pavilion behind him shrouded in mysterious mist.

"It's no wonder that the hexagram shows great danger...it turns out that it's because...Young Master is in seclusion."

The dark night sky.

Suddenly, four fiery meteors swept across at high speed, as if tearing a huge gap in the sky.

...

Beijun, Tianhan Pass.

Baili desert.

Sparks fell from the dome of the sky, hitting a huge deep pit in the desert, and the sand and stone seemed to have melted.

When the smoke clears.

In the deep pit, burnt objects rolled down, and after that, newborn skin was exposed.

A figure crawled out of the deep pit, wrapped in a black robe.

"In the end, it became what I used to hate the most..."

The figure clutched his head, as if in some pain. He used to hate those wanderers who invaded the world, but now he has become the kind of person he hates the most. The world is so cruel.

Wiping the black ash from his face, revealing a vicissitudes of face, the figure looked at Tianhan Pass in the distance, and the wind and sand rolled in.

"I can't help myself."

The figure murmured.

After that, the figure turned around and walked away from Tianhan Pass.

Outside West County.

The land of the desolate plains.

Also, sparks fell from the sky and hit the ground, causing violent vibrations.

When the smoke clears.

A blond young man in tattered armor climbed out of the pit, stood and looked at the continuous pass of Xiliang, and after a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he slowly retreated away.

...

During the peaceful days of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Wuhu people outside the Great Zhou Dynasty began to move around.

For the Xirong people, with the coming of winter, they began to gather troops and prepare to attack Tianhan Pass. As long as they break through Tianhan Pass once, they will be able to flood into Dazhou and plunder enough food and resources to survive the cold winter.

However, on this day, outside the Xirong Camp, an uninvited guest ushered in.

It was a figure wrapped in a shabby black robe, walking from the wind and sand in the sky.

He said that from today onwards, he is the new king of the Xirong people.

The king of Xirong was furious. He walked out of the tent, bent his bow and shot three arrows in a row. The Xirong people were good at riding and shooting. Its flesh and blood are fed to vultures.

However.

When the three arrows approached the dirty figure, they stopped.

Difficult to gain an inch.

The eyes of the man in black seemed to be filled with sadness and intolerance.

He stepped forward step by step, and wherever he passed, all the Xirong people knelt down on the ground under the tremendous pressure.

Holding three arrows like this, he came to King Xirong.

He took an arrow and pierced it into King Xirong's heart with his bare hands, causing the king of Xirong, who was criss-crossing the grassland, to end like this, with unwillingness and despair.

And the man in black stretched out his hand tremblingly, his cracked and scorched palm attached to King Xirong's face, tore off his face, and covered his face.

The surrounding Xirong people seemed to have seen a devil.

They all knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

"From today onwards, I am your king!"

The black robe said humanely, his voice seemed to have magic power, and spread throughout the Xirong tent.

Not only Xirong, Guifang, Nanman, and Peacock Kingdom all had abnormalities.

The same is true for the Guifang tribe outside West County. A blond man with blue eyes came to the Guifang tribe. He broke into the largest Guifang tribe by himself, and cruelly broke the neck of the leader of the tribe, becoming the new ruler of Guifang.

At the junction of Nanman and Dongyi, fire fell from the sky.

A burly man climbed out of it, and with a wave of his hand, the ground grew thorns, killing the leaders of the two tribes of Nanman and Dongyi, and ruled Nanman and Dongyi.

The flowing fire hit the palace of the Peacock Kingdom.

In the eyes of the prominent princes of the kingdom, in the broken palace grounds, there is a bald monk, palms together, slowly walking out from the sky full of flames.

He called himself Buddha.