Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Thunder fell from the sky and struck the Baiyujing Pavilion.

This surprised many cultivators. Lu Changkong and others rushed from outside the island, and they didn't care about looking for a boat. They simply and brutally walked on the waves and landed on the island in the middle of the lake.

They came under the Baiyujing Pavilion and saw Lu Fan who was sitting in a wheelchair, leaning on the railing, listening to the snow and drinking plum wine, and they felt relieved.

They were really afraid that something would happen if Lu Fan was struck by lightning.

"It's fine."

Lu Changkong breathed a sigh of relief.

The power of heaven and earth has an indescribable sense of oppression and terror for the world.

Although Lu Changkong knew that Lu Fan was very powerful, but mortals against the power of heaven and earth... No matter how you think about it, it doesn't feel real enough.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about."

Lu Fan's calm voice suddenly lingered in everyone's ears.

On the pavilion of Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Fan's mind moved, and another reward automatically appeared in his mind, the body spell "Thunder Movement Jue".

"The "Thunder Movement Jue" is a high-grade body spell of the mysterious rank, which is as fast as thunder and moves like the wind."

The system doesn't introduce many skills, but body skills, as the name suggests, are advanced versions of light skills.

Running the "Thunder Movement Jue", Lu Fan felt that his spiritual energy had consumed ten wisps in an instant.

A bright light suddenly burst into the eyes.

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of thunder roaring.

The azure blue thunder left a crackling breath in the air.

However, Lu Fan's figure had already disappeared in the Baiyujing Pavilion, and when he reappeared, he appeared under the Baiyujing Pavilion wrapped in blue lightning.

That speed is like a ghost, wrapped in thunder, like a fairy.

Everyone was startled, and Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao, two practitioners who had perfected the perfect body treasury, were so shocked that their scalps went numb.

Because they couldn't even capture how Lu Fan moved.

"Young Master's strength... has improved again!"

Ning Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling.

Even a person as strong as Young Master doesn't stop cultivating and is working hard to increase his strength, but how can she be lazy?

Nie Zhangqing and others also thought the same way.

Everyone was more amazed at the thunder that erupted when Lu Fan moved. Did Lu Fan take advantage of the power of the world?

"I'm fine."

Lu Fan looked at Lu Changkong, who was looking worried, and smiled.

He was leaning on a wheelchair, his white shirt fluttering, because of a thunderstorm, the snow cloud was blown away.

But now, the thunder punishment disappeared, and the snow clouds began to slowly gather again.

"Father, this thing is called 'spiritual liquid'. It is formed by highly compressed spiritual energy. Compared with spiritual energy, it is more pure and has a better effect of cultivation."

Lu Fan raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a drop of spiritual liquid floating like crystal tears.

With a light wave from Lu Fan, the liquid floated towards Lu Changkong.

in the process of fluttering.

Lu Fan made a light move towards the peach tree in the distance.

A piece of peach petals flew over.

Like a drop of raindrops on the peach petals, it is crystal clear.

A peach blossom contains psychic fluid.

Lu Changkong stretched out his hand and took the drop of spiritual liquid.

Just by feeling, one can discover the extremely pure spiritual energy contained in this spiritual liquid.

Lu Changkong entered the body storehouse, and with the assistance of this psychic liquid, the time to finish refining the five storehouses would probably be greatly reduced.

Ningzhao, Nie Changqing and others all looked with envy.

Lu Fan's eyes moved sideways and landed on them.

"The amount of psychic liquid is not much. Among you, whoever develops attribute aura first, I will give you a drop of psychic liquid. So, work hard."

Lu Fan said.

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing's expressions turned serious. They knew that Lu Fan was speaking to them.

Spiritual liquid... Needless to say, it is definitely a good thing.

The product of compressed spiritual energy will definitely be more efficient in practice than spiritual energy.

Ni Yu carried the black pot on his back, looked at the peach blossom in Lu Changkong's hand, and the drop of clear blue liquid on the peach blossom, and couldn't help swallowing.

It seems... very nice.

Ni Yu remembered that there seemed to be a bet between Lu Fan and her.

She was thinking, if she could step onto the third floor, why not replace the special alchemy that the young master promised to reward her with this spiritual liquid?

It looks like fine nectar, delicious to drink.

Thinking of this, Ni Yu suddenly became motivated.

Lu Fan waved his hand, and everyone bowed and retreated. They left the island in the middle of the lake again and headed for Beiluoxi Mountain.

island.

After everyone left, Lu Fan opened his hands, and there were ten spiritual weed seeds in the palm of his hand.

Lu Fan is no stranger to the aura weed seed. The first time was a chrysanthemum seed, and the second time was a peach blossom seed...

This third time, what will it be?

With a heartbeat, he began to investigate.

The seed in his hand was called [Bamboo Knuckle Thirty-two], which made Lu Fan raise his eyebrows slightly. Compared with Chaotianju and Biquantao, the aura weed seeds this time seemed a little more interesting.

There are ten seeds in total, which are needle-shaped and exude a faint fragrance.

"Bamboo rice?"

Bamboo also has seeds, and the seeds of bamboo are the essence of the bamboo forest. Bamboo flowers bloom and form bamboo rice, and after that, the bamboo forest dies in pieces.

Holding ten grains of bamboo rice, Lu Fan didn't continue to plant in the direction of Chaotian chrysanthemum and Bishoutao. Instead, he walked along the island in the middle of the lake, came to the back of the island, and spread bamboo rice.

Ten grains of bamboo rice can be regarded as surrounding the tomb of the master.

The sloppy scholar Kong Nanfei looked at Lu Fan with some horror.

Meng Haoran was a little curious.

Mo Tianyu remained silent, holding three copper treasures in his hands.

After sowing, Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, because his soul strength was 608. Although he had not yet reached 1000 points of transformation, he was able to condense six paths of spiritual consciousness, and 100 points of soul strength could condense one path of spiritual consciousness.

And 100 physical strength can condense 1 drop of demonic blood.

Lu Fan hadn't researched the function of the blood of the gods and demons yet.

The spiritual consciousness was mobilized, and the spiritual energy gathered around Lu Fan as if turning into a vortex.

False grab with bare hands.

The lake water on the island in the middle of the lake turned into water dragons and gathered together.

A drop of psychic liquid dripped into the water dragon and immediately soaked it.

The location where Lu Fan planted seeds...

soon.

under the cold winter.

There are green shoots emerging from the snow, growing bigger, bigger...

It turned into ten tender green bamboos, and as the bamboo continued to grow, the number of nodes reached thirty-two, which corresponded to the name of the bamboo [Thirty-two Bamboo Nodes].

Moreover, as the bamboo matured, it changed from light green to dark green, then to dark green... Finally, a little purple appeared.

Ten clumps of bamboo groves, with dense bamboo leaves hanging down, rustling, lavender bamboos, swaying, spraying rich aura.

Meng Haoran was stunned.

There was only one word of surprise left in my heart.

Look at this bamboo, it is straight and straight!

...

Drunken Dragon City.

Thick snow drifts, the sky seems to be filled with lead, it is dull and oppressive, making people breathless.

In Drunken Dragon City, the atmosphere was already tense to the extreme. Elite soldiers of the Great Zhou leaned against the city wall, holding the weapons in their hands tightly.

The falling snow obscured everyone's sight, making it difficult for them to see clearly the movement of the Xiliang army outside Drunken Dragon City.

However, compared to Tong'an City, the defenders of Drunken Dragon City are under much greater pressure, because they are facing the Lord of Xiliang, Overlord Xiang Shaoyun.

That is a first-class cultivator in the world, who once rode one by one in Tantaixuan's Beijun army, running amok.

Although it was not the era of practitioners at that time, there were not many practitioners who could do this.

Overlord is definitely worthy of the name of the strongest in the world.

Therefore, the pressure on Drunken Dragon City can be imagined.

Among the major moats, Drunken Dragon City is not strong, but at the beginning, Drunken Dragon City resisted the pressure.

But now, facing the Xiliang army, coupled with the current upsurge of attacking Zhou, the pressure on Drunken Dragon City is much greater than it was before.

On the tower.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City has aged a lot.

He looked at the three black dragon guards in black light armor in the distance, but he didn't dare to speak.

The Black Dragon Thirteenth Armor is now famous in the imperial capital.

But this time, five people came together, which is enough to show that Da Zhou attaches great importance to Overlord.

The air is filled with coldness and chill.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City was wearing Jingjia, but it still couldn't stop the rustling cold.

His body trembled, and he suddenly missed the days when he drank tea in the teahouse and listened to pipa music.

It's a pity that I can't go back anymore, the Hongchen Teahouse has already dispersed, and when that guy Lu Dongxuan left, he even carried the plaque and left with him, leaving them without any thought.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, the city lord of Drunken Dragon City did not choose to retreat.

Now, the Great Zhou has no way, the little emperor even raised the black dragon with his life, the owner of the Drunken Dragon City originally wanted to go away.

However, after thinking about it, I gave up.

After all, he has been the city lord of Drunken Dragon City for decades, and Drunken Dragon City is one of the guard cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he still has to do what he should do.

Therefore, he did not choose to disarm and return to the field, nor did he choose to retreat.

Fight, still have to fight.

Through the drifting snow curtain, he looked at the Xiliang army in the distance.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City suddenly smiled.

It's not a loss to be able to fight against the world's giants like the Overlord, at least, at the end of life, you can still leave something to talk about.

If you are lucky enough to survive, you can still have a blast when drinking tea with those old guys in the future.

Raising his hand, a snow petal fell on his palm and melted into snow water.

The walls began to shake.

The ground trembled violently, and the air was filled with ice-cold and murderous aura.

Xiliang iron cavalry finally launched the siege.

They didn't make noise in the dark night, nor did they cry to kill through the silence, just like silent oppression, stepping on the thick snow, they came slowly.

The air seemed to be compressed into a cube, pressing on the hearts of every Drunken Dragon City defender.

"Let me keep it all! If there is any slack, kill without mercy!"

A black dragon guard in black light armor said coldly.

under his command.

One by one, the defenders raised their longbows.

Boom boom boom!

The beating sound of the war drum suddenly exploded, as if the white snow on the ground was blown into plain white rice grains.

The white snow falling from the sky was shattered by the sound of drums.

The sound of shouting and killing was like thunder on the ground, and suddenly exploded!

When the brilliance of dawn tore through the thick snow clouds, shone on the snow curtain, and sprinkled on the walls of Drunken Dragon City.

The defenders loosened their grip on the tail feather arrow one after another.

Thousands of arrows flew down from the sky.

Under the Drunken Dragon City where the white snow gathered, the Xiliang army brandished their shields, pressed them against their heads, and advanced slowly.

Countless arrows fell on the shield, shooting sparks in all directions.

However, the arrows were all blocked.

The cultivator army, Xiang Jiajun, ran at the forefront. With a ray of spiritual energy wrapped in their aura, they faced the arrows falling from the sky, and swung their long axes in their hands to block the attack of the arrows.

Their goal was pointing directly at the city gate, intending to smash the city gate.

On the tower.

The Black Dragon Guard changed into a defensive line.

The Black Dragon Guard is equipped with an exquisite special longbow, which can shoot arrows with strong penetrating power.

Arrows wrapped in spiritual energy roared down.

It pierced through the shield of the Xiliang army, pierced a soldier's body, and nailed him to death in the snow.

The blood was sprayed on the face of another soldier, but it aroused the bloody spirit of Xiliang soldiers, and the roar resounded, and they continued to charge forward.

The overlord carried his relatives on his back and stood on the chariot. His chariot was pulled by three tall black-maned horses.

With the brilliance of dawn, he looked at the Black Dragon Guard on the top of the Drunken Dragon City tower.

Overlord's mouth twitched slightly.

The rein in his hand jerked off.

The three black-maned horses immediately neighed and galloped away.

The sound of horseshoes exploded, kicking up the slush on the ground.

The Overlord stood on the chariot, like a bolt of black lightning, rushed towards the majestic city wall of Drunken Dragon City.

The army from Xiliang gave way to let the Overlord go forward.

On the tower.

A black dragon guard's eyes lit up.

"Step aside!"

He pushed aside a defender, and several ordinary defenders came carrying a big bow, which was close to the height of two people, and the bowstring was taut.

The black dragon guard grinned.

The big bow rests on the female wall of the city tower, and one foot is raised to step on the long bow.

After setting up the arrow, leaning back, he immediately drew the big bow to its full capacity, and the spiritual energy in the Qi Dan rolled up, like a beast roaring and boiling.

The bow and arrow aimed at the overlord standing in the chariot.

The blood in this black dragon's bodyguard was boiling.

His body straightened, and with a roar, the bow and arrow shot out immediately.

The sonic boom resounded, and the white snow flying all over the sky was shattered by this arrow!

The terrifying speed surpassed all other arrows, and it had more penetrating power than crossbow bolts. It was wrapped in aura and approached the overlord on the chariot.

On the chariot, Overlord raised his head.

The face under the armor was cold and arrogant, domineering.

Facing this arrow, with disdain.

He didn't use an ax to block it, or even a shield to block it, he just reached out and grabbed the bow and arrow.

boom!

The snow all over the ground exploded.

Overlord grabbed the arrow that was coming at high speed with one hand, and with the huge force formed by the aura contained in the arrow, Bai Xue rushed up in shock.

However, such an arrow was caught by the Overlord, and the Overlord's hand remained motionless, like pouring steel.

"Black Dragon Thirteen Armors, it's just trash."

Overlord said lightly.

With a pinch, the arrow exploded.

The chariot has come to the city.

The Overlord jumped up, and spiritual qi vortices emerged one by one from his body, there were actually four spiritual qi vortexes in total.

With a roar, like a wild beast, the snow on the city wall was shaken off.

Many defenders were so frightened that they fell down on the tower, completely devoid of fighting spirit.

The Overlord danced to his feet, black demonic energy wrapped around his body, and his hair fluttered like a god and demon.

An ax slashed fiercely on the gate of Drunken Dragon City.

The gate bolt of the city gate clicked, and it blew into pieces with an overwhelmed whine.

With one kick from the Overlord, the gate of the city collapsed.

Under the city gate, the Overlord held a long axe, turned his head slowly, and swung it violently.

After a moment of silence, the Xiliang army let out a terrifying roar.

The Xiliang army rushed into Drunken Dragon City.

A bloody battle broke out in an instant.

The defenders of Drunken Dragon City were originally low in fighting spirit, and under the impact of the mighty Xiliang army, they immediately retreated steadily.

On the tower.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City looked at the city gate that was broken in an instant, and smiled wryly.

He glanced at the Black Dragon Thirteenth Armor, whose face was livid, and led the Black Dragon Guard to withdraw from the other side of the tower without continuing to fight, and sneered.

He drew out the sword at his waist, straightened the helmet on top of his head, and shook off the snow on the armor.

Go down the tower step by step.

Da Zhou has no way.

However, he is still the City Lord of Drunken Dragon City.

Behind him, the defenders followed him.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City looked at the burly figure standing in the middle of the body, raised the sword in his hand, and roared violently.

"kill!"

"Guard the Drunken Dragon!"

The lord of Drunken Dragon City roared.

With blood bursting out, holding the sword in hand, he rushed towards the Overlord.

Even if he was stabbed a few times by Xiang Jiajun's practitioners on the way.

The lord of the Drunken Dragon City was covered in blood, and got up from the ground, his eyes locked on the Overlord.

Keep going.

Overlord waved his hand, and those Xiang family troops who were about to attack immediately withdrew.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City poured out his blood just like that, stumbling, stumbling, rushed to Bawang's body.

The city lord of the Drunken Dragon City who was covered in wounds and spattered with blood.

A sword hit the chest of the Overlord's armor, and it couldn't penetrate at all.

The city lord of Drunken Dragon City smiled.

Faintly, he seemed to be sitting in a teahouse, with his legs crossed, still listening to the pipa music, waving his hands gently to the rhythm, drinking the lingering hot tea, laughing and cursing with the old guys...

His helmet has long been lost, and his hair is messy.

He is the lord of the Drunken Dragon City, and when the city was broken...he never retreated.

Overlord looked at the owner of Drunken Dragon City with a complicated expression.

He raised his hand and patted the city lord on the shoulder lightly.

The latter suddenly knelt down on the ground powerlessly, and the snow on his knees was flying.

But the city lord's eyes were dim and lifeless, his life was gone, his head was lowered, and blood dripped down from his mouth, staining the white snow of Drunken Dragon City red.

One of the six major moats of the Imperial Capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Drunken Dragon City, broken.

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