Building The Ultimate Fantasy

In the Upper Realm Continent, flames of war raged.

The sound of shouting and killing resounded on the vast land, and streamers of light flew across one after another, intersecting and criss-crossing, some mountains were chopped to pieces, and some rivers were cut open.

This is the battle between the powerful saints and the five phoenixes and the ascendants from the lower three heavens.

This battle made the upper realm powerhouses more and more frightened. They had a dominant position in the war in the past.

This time, however, they retreated steadily and completely lost the ability to resist.

Especially the powerful strength of the five phoenix celestial beings shocked them.

The overlord is like a demon god, with his ax and shield lying across, standing like an immovable mountain.

It is difficult for thousands of troops to break through his obstruction.

The upper realm has long been in chaos, and on the side of the Yun clan, powerful men of various realms have been dispatched to fight endlessly.

The Fusion Realm, the Distraction Realm, and even the Infant Transformation and Nascent Soul Realm were dispatched.

However.

The invincible Overlord of the True Immortal Realm, who is so lucky, blocked the thousands of troops.

Standing in front of thousands of troops like a demon god, roaring mountains and rivers, it turned out to be the roaring cloud army, retreating steadily.

There were even some Nascent Soul Realm whose spiritual consciousness was shattered by the Overlord's roar.

Overlord's practice is extraordinary. He created the Demon Sect in the Western Regions of Wuhuang, and passed on the practice methods of body refining. These practice methods have benefited many practitioners in Wuhuang.

Some practitioners who have made little achievements in the cultivation of Qi Condensation turned to body training, and they were unexpectedly happy.

Many practitioners of the body refining style are not weaker than Qi Condensation practitioners in terms of combat power.

Therefore, the Overlord alone gathered the luck of half of the Western Regions.

Therefore, the improvement of one's cultivation base is extremely fast.

What's more, there are Sima Qingshan, Kong Nanfei, Bai Qingniao, the ancestors of Xiuxian sect who created their own different cultivation systems.

Sima Qingshan's painting method, Kong Nanfei's awe-inspiring spirit, and Bai Qingniao's "Nine Phoenix Transformation" all brought great luck.

their strength,

But not weak.

With the blessing of luck, luck is like a pillar, hanging down from the nine heavens, irrigating the whole body.

The cloud clan was defeated.

Followed by a bit of Chaoyuan Realm who died in battle.

The fighting spirit of the holy clan began to decline rapidly, and it could even be called a slump.

Now, the only thing they place their hope on is perhaps the Holy Ancestor who is fighting in the outer battlefield.

If the ancestors can kill the enemy powerfully and return with glory, it will be a great encouragement to their sluggish momentum.

They may be able to regroup and regain the majesty of the Holy Race.

Will the Holy Patriarch lose?

Can Lu Jiulian's strength rival the Holy Ancestor?

No one believed this, because the gap between Lu Jiulian's strength and Shengzu's was too great.

What's more, the ancestor of the cloud clan is not a weak holy realm, but the ancestor of a clan, blessed with millions of years of Dao accumulation in the clan, and his combat power is very powerful.

Boom boom boom!

In the upper continent, the Yun clan chose to retreat to the temple.

The emperor's soldiers are worshiped in the temple. Although the emperor's soldiers are not there, the temple still has the remaining emperor's prestige, which can provide them with shelter.

On the other side is Yuan Citian.

The Yuancitian battlefield is even more tragic than the Upper Realm Continent.

Netherland's shady army almost swept away the Taoist army, under the blessing of the flames of the Taishang Furnace.

The strong Taoists, like ants being burned, made a crackling sound.

The emperor's fire is not extinguished, and it will even burn the primordial spirit like a gangrene.

This kind of pain and disaster made the army of the Dao clan unable to even escape, so they were destroyed.

What's more, the nine city lords led by Tantaixuan are all pillars of karma, and their strength is so strong that they lightly overwhelm the strong ones of the Tao clan.

The howling sound resounded endlessly in Yuancitian.

On this day, Yuan Citian's blood flowed into rivers.

Countless strong men watched tremblingly, and the once high-ranking Xiansu and Chaoyuan strong men withered.

However, there was excitement in their eyes.

Taoism is over!

A holy clan in the upper realm will be destroyed!

To be removed from the top ten holy clans!

The souls of the dead are constantly floating in the void. They are the dead strong Taoists. However, what is the specialty of Netherland?

The icy soul chains are wrapped around each other, imprisoning all these dead souls.

Under Tantaixuan's order, all of them were captured and sent to the underworld, and after being baptized by the underworld, they were crossed into the sea of ​​bitterness.

Become the soul power of their cultivation of karma.

Ok?

Suddenly.

Everyone looked up.

The movement in the outer battlefield began to gradually quiet down.

The terrifying roar disappeared, and there was no doubt that the battle in the outer battlefield was over.

As for the result, everyone is watching.

clatter...

suddenly.

The surviving Taoist monks raised their heads, feeling a sense of silence in their hearts.

It was the sadness of losing a loved one.

A powerful chaoyuanjing who was still resisting the burning of the emperor's fire, his face was pale and his body was shaking.

He turned his head and looked at the boundless and vast Upper Realm Continent.

However, he saw that blood-colored clouds had piled up above the sky of the mainland.

In the clouds, the blood-colored rain splashed down.

There are endless screams of mourning lingering, and the sound of mourning comes from the Nine Heavens Dao.

The body of the strong Taoist Chaoyuan realm trembled.

"The sky is raining blood, and the heavens are mourning..."

"The Holy Ancestor has fallen!"

This Chaoyuanjing clutched his chest, the feeling of emptiness in his heart gave him a faint sense of fear.

And in the ancestral land of the Dao Clan...

All the clansmen raised their heads.

They looked at the sky, feeling the rain of blood.

Many people, unknowingly, actually shed tears.

boom!

"I want to become a curse, live forever, and curse your ancestor of the Yun clan!"

The shrill voice lingered with boundless resentment.

next moment……

Before the eyes of every Taoist monk, a picture appeared. In the picture, the body of the Taoist ancestor began to collapse, and the primordial spirit was swallowed by the cursed power and turned into an extremely vicious power.

What kind of enmity is it that makes a holy ancestor willing to die in peace and become the most disgusting curse force in the world?

The Taoist monks all looked pale.

The creatures in the ancestral land all cried out.

The Taoist patriarch... is dead!

The pillar of their Tao clan died like this!

boom!

Yuan Magnetic Heaven.

A Dao clan's eyes were about to burst into the Yuan state. His whole body was stained with the emperor's fire, and he flew back to the mainland of the upper realm, and flew back to the ancestral land of the Dao clan.

Enduring the grief, he launched the plan laid out in advance, the migration plan.

If Taoist ancestors are not dead, they still have hope.

But now...

After the death of the holy ancestor, they must relocate with their clan, otherwise... they will be slaughtered by the Yun clan, Wuhuang and the monks of the lower three heavens!

Blood rained from the sky.

In the ancestral land of Taoism.

The Chaoyuan Realm powerhouse who had returned from the ashes looked with relief at the ancient warships full of Dao people's lives and hopes that disappeared in the teleportation formation.

The Tao clan, which has been passed down for millions of years, must not be destroyed in his hands.

Watching the Taoist creatures leave, the Chaoyuan Realm powerhouse finally closed his eyes in relief.

And his primordial spirit was also burned by the emperor fire and completely fell.

Before falling.

He let out a shrill and unwilling roar.

"Yun Clan! Die badly!"

...

the other side.

In the ancestral land of the Yun Clan, every cultivator showed horror.

Seeing the blood raining from the sky, their hearts were constricting.

Almost thought it was the ancestor of the cloud clan who died.

However, the sound of mourning did not envelop the Yun Clan, so the one who fell should be the ancestor of the Dao Clan, not the ancestor of the Yun Clan.

This made all the members of the Yun clan hiding in the temple heaved a sigh of relief.

However, it was just a sigh of relief.

Now, they have no fighting spirit.

Looking outside, there were extremely ferocious five phoenix celestial beings, their bodies were extremely cold.

suddenly.

The temple of the Yun Clan suddenly trembled!

Blood rained from the sky.

Another shower of blood!

The monk of the Yun family raised his head blankly, looking at the sky where the blood rained, his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

What should come will eventually come.

Can't escape.

Boom!

The sky was torn apart.

A figure slowly walked out of it.

Lu Jiulian looked embarrassed and was covered in blood, but his face was cold and he held the Qinglian sword in his hand.

The sword... pierced through one person's head and lifted the opponent's body.

Rumble!

It was as if a thunderbolt had shattered the sky.

All the powerful members of the Yun clan stared numbly and stunned at the imposing Lu Jiulian who had returned from the outer battlefield.

Lu Jiulian's sword was holding the corpse of the ancestor of the Yun clan!

The cold corpse of the ancestor of the cloud clan!

in an instant.

The tense strings in the hearts of all the members of the Yun Clan completely collapsed!

In their minds, the supreme and powerful ancestor of the Yun clan was...defeated!

"how so?"

A Chaoyuanjing face was full of despair.

They couldn't accept such a result. This is a holy ancestor who tempered his body with the power of heaven and possessed vast holy power!

Why... died? !

Lu Jiulian... What would she use to kill the Holy Patriarch? !

Even on Wuhuang's side, Overlord, Sima Qingshan, Bai Qingniao and others all looked at Lu Jiulian with a little surprise.

They didn't seem to have thought that Lu Jiulian could really kill the Holy Ancestor.

They are also planning to go to the battlefield outside the sky to help Lu Jiulian after suppressing the Yun Clan.

result……

Lu Jiulian really defeated Shengzu with her own strength.

Holy Patriarch... so weak? !

There are rumors about killing the enemy by leapfrogging, but they believe that Lu Jiulian leapfrogged to kill the ordinary holy realm.

However, killing the Holy Ancestor... a Holy Ancestor who lived for hundreds of thousands of years, they really couldn't believe it.

Lu Jiulian held the sword with one hand behind her back, and the sword shook.

The body of the ancestor of the cloud clan fell from the nine heavens.

boom!

It suddenly hit the ancestral land of the Yun Clan.

The monks of the Yun tribe looked at the dead body of the holy ancestor. Many monks of the older generation staggered and coughed up blood.

Defeated... Defeated? !

Once the ancestor of the Yun clan was defeated, the last hope of the Yun clan was completely wiped out. This shows that the Yun clan, which has been passed down for millions of years, is about to be wiped out!

Rumble!

The fall of a holy ancestor died under Lu Jiulian's Qinglian sword, so the majestic power of luck came across.

It poured into Lu Jiulian's body.

clatter...

The clothes are flying, and the breath is increasing.

Lu Jiulian closed her eyes, her expression complicated.

Finally chose to take this step.

boom!

Taking a step forward, Lu Jiulian felt that the bottleneck seemed to be torn apart by a powerful force.

hum...

Luck is like a river, and Lu Jiulian becomes a fairy in one thought!

Wuhuang has added another holy force!

The celestial beings of Wuhuang and the ancestors of the lower three heavens all showed envy when they saw Lu Jiulian's breath and stepped into the holy realm.

But it's more exciting!

From today onwards, the myth of the saint race in the upper realm has been broken!

...

Outer battlefield.

Lu Fan sat upright, dressed in white over snow, with stacked silver blades.

The spiritual pressure chessboard floated in front of him, exuding radiance.

Pull up your sleeves, place your pieces, and set up a chess game on the chessboard.

Rumble!

The void roared.

The rolling will of heaven is like a giant beast roaring terrifyingly.

The thunderclouds rolled in, thick as if they were about to crush all realms.

This is the catastrophe of the heavens, the catastrophe of the nine heavens, and it is the catastrophe of Zhulong after he became a Xuanxian.

This robbery and punishment is more terrifying than any previous one.

After all, the Holy Realm is not weak in the Nine Heavens, its lifespan can reach hundreds of thousands of years, and it can become the ancestor of a clan.

With this kind of power, Jiuchongtian will naturally bring down punishments.

far away.

Zhulong returned quickly.

Following Lu Fan's instructions, she returned after beating up the ancestor of the Yun clan.

But as soon as she returned, there was a catastrophe falling down from the sky.

Sensing her father who was calm under the thunder, Zhulong couldn't help showing admiration on his face.

This catastrophe is terrible, Zhulong feels herself, if she goes through the catastrophe in person, she is afraid that some scales will be broken and some blood will be shed.

And Dad, he looks so relaxed!

boom!

The first thunder penalty, like a thunder trident, fell from the sky.

The void was torn apart, and the cracks made terrible hissing sounds.

Lu Fan's white clothes fluttered.

With a chuckle, the nianzi fell.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a beam of spiritual pressure rose into the sky.

Collide with the Thunder Trident!

boom!

In the void, energy ripples vibrated, circle after circle, like a small stone being thrown into a calm pool of water.

The Thunder Trident was dispersed, and the spiritual pressure also disappeared.

Zhulong stood in the distance with her mouth slightly open, full of admiration.

"Wow……"

"As expected of Dad."

This thunder trident robbery, if it were her, it might break a scale.

The second thunder penalty fell again.

Lu Fan was still an understatement.

The spiritual pressure soared into the sky and collided with the thunder.

It seems that one after another fireworks collide in the air, setting off a stormy sea.

Zhulong closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her pretty face was raised forty-five degrees.

"Wow" kept coming out of my mouth.

On the Thousand Blades Chair, Lu Fan's primordial spirit poured into the spiritual pressure chessboard.

The surroundings have turned into a chessboard field, and at this moment, it seems to be playing chess with the Dao of Heaven.

Taking Lei Jie as a fall, Lu Fan returned it with spiritual pressure.

However, this sanctification and punishment made Lu Fan somewhat dissatisfied.

"Nine layers of Heavenly Dao... that's all."

Lu Fan said.

Shaking his head, feeling sorry.

The feeling he wanted didn't appear.

boom!

It seemed that Lu Fan's emotion and treasonous words angered Jiu Chongtian's catastrophe.

next moment.

It was as if a thunderous palm was shot out from the thick clouds.

It seems to be intertwined with Dao Yun!

The mighty Saint Wei suddenly spread out from Lei Ting's palm.

Zhulong closed her eyes, her hair fluttered, feeling the power of this palm, her complexion was incomparably dignified.

The robbery and punishment this time was terrible.

If she resisted stubbornly, Zhulong felt that she would not only lose dragon scales, but also bleed.

On the Thousand Blades Chair, Lu Fan raised his head involuntarily.

Looking at the palm of Thunder that covers the sky and blocks the sun, is intertwined with Dao Yun, and is filled with mighty holy power.

Lu Fan's eyes lit up involuntarily.

This is what he wants to feel!

hum...

Under the control of Lu Fan's primordial spirit, the Tower of Stealing Sky suddenly floated up.

He was slowly thrown out by Lu Fan.

Unhurriedly towards the palm of Lei Ting who covered the sky and blocked the sun.

Stealing the Sky Tower is finally able to be used for shooting!

Innate spiritual treasure... the grade is even higher than the heavenly spiritual tool!

Lu Fan was a little curious, how powerful is this?

boom!

When the palm collided with the small tower, it was like a mountain had crushed an ant.

A shocking explosion broke out immediately.

Rumble!

Dull sounds interweave in the sky.

That Thunder palm... actually burst open!

One after another of the intertwined dao aggregates were absorbed by the stolen sky tower, like a whale swallowing, and like a giant dragon drawing water, they all entered from the top of the tower.

Shengwei disintegrated, Dao Yun disappeared.

Thunder's palm naturally fell apart.

An incomparably terrifying robbery and punishment disappeared like this.

Lu Fan's eyes were shining, and he tapped the gauntlet lightly with his fingers.

As expected of an innate spirit treasure, the threat of robbery and punishment to him was completely taken down by the Tower of Heaven.

"Furthermore, in this last catastrophe, there are about 10,000 Dao aggregates contained... Although it is not as good as the Dao aggregate after the dismantling of the emperor's soldiers, but compared to the sanctification catastrophe, it is almost the same. "

Ten thousand Dao Yun is not too much for today's Wuhuang.

However, Lu Fan was naturally happy with the 10,000 points that he got for nothing.

Lu Fan was calculating in his mind.

That is to say... once you become a saint, you can earn 10,000 Dao aggregates from the Nine Heavens Dao.

If you cultivate ten Xuanxians, you can get one hundred thousand Dao Yun.

One hundred Profound Immortals equals one million Daos...

Lu Fan's eyes couldn't help but brighten up. Isn't this a first-level martial arts master?

However, it is not so easy to cultivate a Xuanxian whose luck is like a river.

Besides, Jiuchongtian Dao shouldn't be stupid, it's okay to steal it once, but it's okay to steal it a hundred times...

I'm afraid Jiuchong Tiandao will chase after Wuhuang and kill him.

Rumble!

far away.

Thick clouds gather.

Lu Fan's eyes lit up and he looked over.

It was Lu Jiulian who was crossing the catastrophe.

Lu Jiulian killed the ancestor of the Yun Clan with a single sword, gained good luck, and now entered the realm of Xuanxian.

With the combat power of the holy realm, it is natural to go through the holy calamity.

Another 10,000 Dao Yuns were recorded.

but……

Compared to blocking the robbery for Zhulong, Lu Fan would not choose to easily block the robbery for Lu Jiulian.

After all, with Zhulong's help, Lu Jiulian beheaded the ancestor of the Yun Clan. His foundation was not stable. He was often hacked by lightning to remove impetuousness, so that his foundation could be more stable.

so……

Lu Fan looked at Zhulong who looked admiring in the distance, and waved.

Zhulong flew towards her, and Lu Fan threw the Sky-Stolen Tower to her.

Pointing to the direction of Lu Jiulian crossing the catastrophe, the sound transmission said something.

Zhulong closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but her eyebrows fluttered involuntarily.

Afterwards, after resigning with Lu Fan, he hugged the Heaven-Stolen Tower and headed towards Lu Jiulian's Crossing Tribulation, whimpering.

...

Boom boom boom!

The terrifying thunder continued to fall.

The blasted outer battlefield roared, boulders shattered, and cracks in the void spread like spider webs.

Pooh!

Lu Jiulian's body was scorched black, and after resisting a robbery, she fell on a big rock, her body was sunken in it, and she struggled to get up.

The whole body exudes a scorched aura.

Nine Heavens' Tribulation and Punishment...

Lu Jiulian gritted her teeth. He didn't flinch. The strength in his body became more and more tyrannical under the torture of punishment.

In fact, Lu Jiulian already has the combat power of the Holy Realm, so she will be sure to survive this calamity.

Although he suffered a disadvantage in the battle against the ancestor of the cloud clan before, he also learned a lot, and his understanding of cultivation base also increased a lot.

Therefore, he is sure to survive this catastrophe.

Lu Jiulian was emitting green smoke all over her body.

Standing with his sword on his shoulders, he caught a glimpse of Zhulong floating in the distance with his eyes closed.

"Girl, wait a moment. This time, I can work hard."

Lu Jiulian smiled and said.

Zhulong closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she nodded slightly towards Lu Jiulian with her pretty face.

With a light smile, the dimples on both sides of the mouth quietly bloomed.

thereafter.

Zhulong looked at the thick Jieyun on the sky.

My father's understatement while sitting on the chair with thousands of blades echoed in his heart.

Zhulong's red lips parted lightly, her voice echoed like Linglong in the battlefield outside the sky.

"Nine layers of Heavenly Dao, that's all."

Zhulong said.

Lu Jiulian, who was standing with her sword on her shoulders, froze instantly.

Rumble!

The clouds suddenly tore apart.

Lei Ting's big palm was shot out of it, intertwined with Dao Yun, and filled with mighty holy power.

The terrifying Thunder palm seemed to be filled with anger, and descended from the sky.

Surrounded by densely packed space cracks covering the battlefield like spider webs.

The aura that destroys the world makes people feel cold all over.

"???"

Lu Jiulian.

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