Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Outside the city of Emperor Wu.

A fight also broke out.

Nie Changqing ran fast, and the Dragon Zhan in his hand released one after another saber aura. The golden aura of the saber contained the saber intent, as if it melted the snow all over the ground.

Nie Zhangqing felt great pressure, the pressure of walking on the wire, if he didn't pay attention, he would fall into the abyss.

The disciple of Emperor Wudi City in front of him is at the sixth rank of Jindan, and his strength is too strong.

No matter in terms of speed, strength, or combat power, they all crushed him.

The only thing Nie Changqing can rely on is the sword intent and the powerful Qi and blood possessed by Kai Tiansuo.

This disciple of Rank 6 Golden Core is called Ye Qianxun, and he looked at Nie Zhangqing with great interest. The aura of Rank 6 Golden Core is more than six times that of ordinary Gold Core Rank 1, and its explosive power is also more than six times.

Nie Zhangqing confronted him, like a child wielding a weapon like an adult.

Although it has lethality, its lethality is not strong.

"Is this knife named Dragon Slayer?"

"What a nice knife."

Ye Qianxun said.

The two fought outside the city, and it was as if the white snow on the ground was shaking off.

Some dead trees were cut with knife marks that were difficult to fade from the escaping knife energy.

Nie Zhangqing has a lot of fighting experience, and he has achieved his current strength through fighting step by step.

He knew that if he continued to consume it, he would definitely lose.

After all, the aura content of the rank six Golden Elixir is much higher than his.

Nie Changqing's eyes were fixed.

The four talismans fell into his hands, and with a movement of his spiritual consciousness, the talismans were drawn.

This talisman was given to him by Dao Pavilion Xie Yunling, and it was a powerful means for Xie Yunling to compress Taoism into the talisman after researching it.

Corresponding with the attribute aura, it can burst out not weak power.

was fleeing before,

Xie Yunling used up one, but now there are four left.

boom!

The four talismans are activated.

Taoism becomes natural.

There are flames, earthy colors, golden awns, and wood green...

The four attribute colors exploded around Nie Zhangqing's body, turning into four attribute behemoths.

Nie Zhangqing leaned forward and quickly approached Ye Qianxun.

Seeing this scene, Ye Qianxun's eyes became serious.

However, Nie Zhangqing rushed to him first.

He took out a small metal bead from his bosom.

Nie Zhangqing threw out the metal bead, and the bead bloomed in the air, turning into a floating beautiful pear flower, as if reflecting the brilliance.

"what is this?!"

Ye Qianxun was shocked.

He faintly felt a sense of threat from the pear blossom.

"Magic artifact?!"

"Why do you have so many magic weapons!"

Ye Qianxun took a deep breath.

His golden core was suspended, and a golden light burst out from his whole body. There was a faint shield formed by the rotating spiritual energy, spinning outside his body.

Nie Zhangqing was very indifferent.

"This is... Rainstorm Pear Blossom, the best hidden weapon!"

After the words fell, Nie Changqing directly punched, and the blood on the fist roared.

When it hit the aura shield, Nie Zhangqing's fist became bloody in an instant, and the high-speed rotating aura shield was also blocked!

In the air, a brilliant wave spread.

A violent heat wave burst out, and the white snow all over the ground melted into snow water under the heat wave.

The pear blossoms are delicate and beautiful, but the delicate silver needles are reddened by the fire, thrown out of the pear blossoms, like a heavy rain.

Ye Qianxun's foot hit the ground, and the ground was dented. He wanted to retreat, but he was too slow.

The falling of the pear blossoms in the torrential rain almost enveloped the entire area, with no dead ends at all.

Even Nie Zhangqing was wrapped in it.

Puff puff puff!

That was the sound of a silver needle piercing the flesh.

There is also the sound of giant beast impact formed by four kinds of talismans.

The white snow has faded away, and the rest are silver needles all over the ground.

Ye Qianxun's back was full of needles, and each needle pierced his flesh and blood.

However, he did not die.

He stood up, the spiritual energy was running, and the silver needles stuck in his body were blown away.

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom..."

"It's really a magical weapon."

Ye Qianxun was filled with emotion. He looked in the direction where Nie Zhangqing disappeared, "It's cruel enough to trade injuries for injuries."

What is behind the Void Gate?

Ye Qianxun became more and more curious.

He didn't continue to chase, and then took a step back, heading towards Wudi City. When he was fighting just now, he sensed the terrifying fluctuations from Wudi City, even if he was so far outside Wudi City.

I'm afraid something happened.

After a dead tree.

Nie Zhangqing leaned against her, her eyelashes trembling slightly, everything around her was quiet except for the sound of Bai Xue falling to the ground.

One of his palms was bloody and bloody, and his back was also bloody and his breath was sluggish.

"As expected of Senior Gongshu, who dared to challenge the existence of the young master with a mortal body... This 'Rainstorm Pear Blossom' is really strong."

"However, the penetrating power is still a bit weak. I have to react to Senior Gongshu when I go back."

Nie Changqing coughed up blood lightly.

He chuckled, at least, he survived.

Six-turn golden pill, very strong.

Rank five can hit the golden core realm, and rank six belongs to the kind of existence that breaks the shackles.

The snow is very cold, but Nie Zhangqing's heart is very hot.

Grabbing Zhanlong, he touched the ground and got up slowly.

suddenly.

Nie Zhangqing felt his body stiffen, and a sense of icy cold spread all over his body in an instant.

far away.

between flying snow.

A figure walked out slowly, and the falling snow twisted around his body.

The terrible breath and the terrible pressure made Nie Changqing unable to even move a finger!

All Nie Changqing could hear was his own breathing that lingered in his ears.

"Amitabha."

The sound of chanting sounded.

Nie Zhangqing finally saw the figure clearly. It was a bald monk, wearing shabby clothes and bare feet. The beads on his neck were the size of a fist.

"Poor monk, Kufo Temple, Yuanshang... met the benefactor."

The Buddhist monk stood with one palm in front of him and bowed slightly towards Nie Changqing.

powerful!

Extremely powerful!

Beads of sweat dripped down Nie Zhangqing's forehead.

The pressure from the Buddhist monk in front of him was so strong that he was horrified.

Even stronger than the Nascent Soul Realm he met before!

Nie Zhangqing growled, wanting to break free from the shackles. He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die here.

He wants to go back alive!

Nie Changqing's eyes were full of unyielding. He, who had been tempered to the fourth bone, successfully broke through the shackles of the second pole. His spine was like a dragon, and he seemed to let out a low growl.

The bondage brought by Buddhist monks disappeared at this moment.

Under the pressure of life and death, Nie Zhangqing stepped into the second pole sky lock.

The ground under his feet exploded, and his body shot out backwards. Holding the dragon in his hand, he slashed out suddenly, and slashed out a terrifying golden knife aura, approaching the Buddha.

"Amitabha, the donor's hostility is too strong..."

The Buddhist monk said.

When the words fell, it was like flicking a flower with a finger.

Nie Zhangqing's saber energy exploded one after another.

The Buddhist monk took a step and appeared behind Nie Zhangqing.

"Do you dare to make a move in the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"Young Master once said that if you make a move, you will slaughter all the Nascent Souls!"

Nie Changqing gritted his teeth.

"Don't doubt, the young master can really do it!"

"Amitabha."

"The poor monk never did harm to the benefactor, but he just asked the benefactor to go."

After that, I didn't wait for Nie Zhangqing's opening.

The ascetic monk supported Nie Changqing's body, soared into the sky, and walked in the air, as if walking against the wind.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan slowly opened his eyes.

With a calm expression, he was sitting in a wheelchair, his clothes fluttering, his fingers were on the gauntlet, and he nodded lightly.

"Tu Xian?"

"Sure enough, those who can cultivate to the top of the world are not stupid people, but they have the courage to choose Tu Xian."

Lu Fan smiled.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and the thick fog covering the island in the middle of the lake dissipated.

He looked at the sparkling lake, his eyes were a little dazed.

Will one day, the powerhouses of the Five Phoenix Continent also choose Tu Xian?

Is he the immortal who slaughtered?

Lu Fan thought about it.

After a long time, Lu Fan smiled.

"I, Lu Pingan, really work hard for the prosperity of this continent."

suddenly.

Lu Fan found that his spiritual energy reserves had skyrocketed.

This made him seem to think of something while he was wondering.

"Sure enough, pressure is the driving force that pushes people forward. Lao Nie...has he made a breakthrough?"

Lu Fan was thoughtful.

He came back to his senses, raised his hand, his mind moved, and countless lines in his eyes danced.

The spiritual pressure chessboard was placed in front of him. In his eyes, there were lines on the spiritual pressure chessboard that formed a pavilion.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand, squeezed the pavilion and slammed it in the direction of Beiluo Lake.

Afterwards, on Beiluo Lake, there was an additional building, shrouded in dense air, hazy, a pavilion that was not very luxurious, but gave people a sense of tranquility.

There are thousands of volumes of books that Lu Fan has edited through the Wanfa oven in the building.

This time, after viewing all the Sutra Pavilions in Wudi City, Lu Fan felt that it might be of great help to Wuhuang Continent.

Although there are two paths of practice, Jindan and Tiansuo.

However, Lu Fan felt that the way of Tiansuo was more difficult to walk, and he could not force everyone to follow the way of Tiansuo, so Lu Fan felt that the collection of books in the Sutra Pavilion might give many people who could not walk the way of Tiansuo practice. A good practitioner can walk the road of golden elixir.

On Beiluo Lake.

A bamboo raft was floating quietly. On the bamboo raft, Lu Dongxuan was lighting the stove and grilling fish, while at the other end of the bamboo raft, Xiao Yinglong was drooling and watching eagerly.

Lu Dongxuan stared at Xiao Yinglong vigilantly to prevent him from stealing.

suddenly.

Lu Fan's voice came from Lu Dongxuan's mind.

"Go to the island."

Lu Fan's words made Lu Dongxuan startled, he turned his head to look in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, "Master, have you left the customs?"

However, Lu Dongxuan seemed to have thought of something, turned his head, and found that Xiao Yinglong flew out with a grilled fish in his mouth...

"Stealing fish again!"

Lu Dongxuan was very angry, but there was nothing he could do about this little Yinglong.

He had no choice but to prop up the boat and go to the island in the middle of the lake.

The bamboo raft docked.

Lu Dongxuan straightened his clothes and strode towards Baiyujing Pavilion.

Towards, on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion, Lu Fan leaned on the railing and cupped his hands.

"Young master."

Lu Fan held the bronze wine glass and nodded slightly.

"Can you see a building over there?"

Lu Fan raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Beiluo Lake, only to see a pavilion shrouded in mist appeared there at some point.

Lu Dongxuan was startled, how could there be a pavilion on Beiluo Lake?

He didn't find out before, could it be that the young master made it?

"This building is called the 'Study Building'. You can go inside and see if you can learn something."

Lu Fan said.

Lu Dongxuan was taken aback, the library?

Is it a place to store books?

On Beiluo Lake, there is actually an extra place to store books?

Although Lu Dongxuan was puzzled, he still bowed and boarded the bamboo raft. The boat swayed and headed towards the library.

Pushing open the door of the study building, Lu Dongxuan felt dazzled as soon as he entered it.

In the study building, candles burn long and quietly, illuminating the dim environment.

Lu Dongxuan took a deep breath. There were so many books, it was unbelievable, so he dug out one at random.

""Tiger Roaring Technique", a low-grade sound wave technique of the yellow rank, can roar like a fierce tiger after practice, shocking people's hearts."

Lu Dongxuan shook his hand. This is...a practice technique?

Putting the book back, Lu Dongxuan took out another copy and looked it over carefully, only to find that it was another book of cultivation techniques that he had never seen before.

Lu Dongxuan was amazed.

He kept flipping through it, as if he had seen a new continent.

He even discovered that there are cultivation techniques in it!

In today's world, how many cultivation methods are there?

And in the book pavilion in front of him, there are so many cultivation methods... The book he is holding seems to have turned into a hot potato, young master, he is planning to make trouble!

Lu Dongxuan walked out of the Book Pavilion very quickly, and returned to the island in the middle of the lake with the boat poled.

"My son..."

Lu Dongxuan bowed.

"finish watching?"

Lu Fan laughed.

"How do you feel?"

Lu Fan took a sip of green plum wine and asked.

"With these books, if they can be spread, it will have a profound impact on the entire practice world. It will make the scattered practice world find a fixed goal and develop rapidly..."

Lu Dongxuan said.

What he said was very pertinent, and he said that the current practice world is scattered, but it is also true.

Except for Bai Yujing, today's practice world is dominated by an army of practitioners from all major forces.

The styles of different practitioners have not been formed at all, and the effect of letting a hundred schools of thought let go and contend.

In the pavilion, Lu Fan smiled.

Nodded slightly.

He agreed with Lu Dongxuan's statement and opinion very much.

"Go, go to Beiluoxi Mountain, and call all those practitioners who are staying below. They have no effect if they stay under the trial tower, and they can't learn much... For the next month, the library will temporarily treat practitioners Open, one month later, the bookstore will be closed, and only those who have achieved success can enter the bookstore."

Lu Fan said.

Lu Dongxuan was taken aback.

Is it open for a month?

"Here."

Lu Dongxuan hurriedly nodded. He felt that Lu Fan's decision would definitely have a huge impact on the current practice world.

"Young master, what is the achievement of entering the library after that month?"

Lu Dongxuan asked curiously.

"we'll talk about it then……"

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Lu Dongxuan was speechless, bowed and retreated, boarded the bamboo raft, and left the island in the middle of the lake with the pole on the boat.

Lu Fan watched Lu Dongxuan leave the island in the middle of the lake.

He gently shook the bronze wine glass in his hand.

suddenly.

There were lines jumping out of his eyes, and Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Ok?"

"Abducted Lao Nie... What do these people want to do?"

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