Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiled. Of course, Ning Zhao didn't smile, but this did not prevent Ning Zhao from looking back, leaving a deep and colorful stroke in Mo Ju's heart.

Like thunder in a dead night, tearing apart the dark sky.

Mo Ju covered his chest with a feather fan.

"who are they?"

Tantai Xuan who was sitting on the ground stood up slowly, his eyes were bloodshot and he was panting.

"Beiluolu Ping'an's maid and coachman."

Mo Ju said that in his intelligence, he had highlighted these two people.

"Why can they enter the Immortal Palace without the Heaven and Earth Qi Token?" Tantaixuan asked in a hoarse voice as he looked at the closed immortal gate.

"Maybe... it has something to do with the power behind them, or it has something to do with their status as practitioners."

Mo Ju's eyes were a little deep, and he said.

The forces behind them may not be weaker than the hundred schools of thought, and may even... surpass the hundred schools of thought!

However, Mo Ju didn't say this sentence.

Mo Ju's answer made Tantai Xuan close his eyes and gave a wry smile.

"Cultivators, practitioners... can they really cultivate to the level of 'immortals'?"

"Mo Ju, there are twelve people entering the Immortal Sect. You send people to follow them. Some people come out to find out what kind of fairy fate is in the Immortal Palace. In addition, send people to search for the Heaven and Earth Qi Token... and arrange and train sincere warriors to enter the Immortal Palace. .”

"Since the heaven and earth spirit orders are scattered everywhere every time the fairy palace is opened, it means that this fairy palace can not only be entered once... Perhaps, this place will become a place for many forces in the world to train practitioners."

"The general situation of the world is about to change. In the past, great masters and warriors were the trump cards. Perhaps, in the future... a cultivator with one enemy against ten thousand will become the real trump card in the hands of those in power."

Tantaixuan opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

Mo Ju's feather fan swayed lightly, he didn't expect that after Tantai Xuan suffered such a blow, not only did he not become depressed, but he also became enlightened.

Thinking of this, Mo Ju couldn't help but smile, feeling a little eager in his heart, which counselor doesn't hope that the master will become a dragon?

"Here." Mo Ju cupped his hands.

Afterwards, Tantaixuan turned around and left, with the red cloak fluttering on his back.

...

Inside Asgard.

There was a huge tremor.

The shield in Xiang Shaoyun's hand, made by the Mohist caster, was dented and was thrown flying.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the aura commanded by the killing spirits to suppress and kill the skinny Taoist in one fell swoop.

However, as if this Taoist knew what he was thinking, he actually absorbed the spirits in the entire middle room, and his strength increased dramatically.

Xiang Shaoyun was beaten violently.

Wear the thickest armor and take the hardest beating.

Xiang Shaoyun had never been so embarrassed, never been so desperate.

This skinny Taoist feels too oppressive.

With a flip of the palm, Xiang Shaoyun was sent flying, unable to get close at all.

Compared with the skinny Taoist's use of spiritual energy, Xiang Shaoyun's method, which only knows how to increase energy and blood, is simply too weak.

The skinny Taoist uses aura, which can be transformed into palms, transformed into pressure, etc...

With all kinds of means, Xiang Shaoyun lost his temper.

He had never been so powerless.

He is a self-proclaimed genius who can beat a master at the age of six, so he has never put the world's warriors in his eyes.

He is proud, he is conceited.

He is the strongest military general in Xijun, and the invincible overlord who dances his relatives.

However, facing real practitioners, he was so embarrassed.

Li Sansi was holding the wooden sword, his white shirt was stained red with blood, he was leaning against the stone wall, and even breathing felt severe pain.

"Cultivator, practitioner..."

"The world is about to change."

Li Sansi murmured.

Mo Shougui and Kong Nanfei were pale, they had no power to fight anymore.

They are master warriors, but they are still human beings, and they still feel tired.

Xiang Shaoyun was already a monster. He was blasted dozens of times in a row, got up again and again, and swung his ax tirelessly.

Even Mo Shougui had to admit that Xiang Shaoyun was indeed strong.

pity……

Such characters, today...may also perish in this Immortal Palace.

Pooh!

Xiang Shaoyun coughed up blood, and took several steps back, his spine straightened, and he held the long ax with one hand.

He roared and pulled the axe, which made a clanging sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Jiang Chao, a skinny Taoist who was floating, swept his green eyes slightly.

The next moment, the palm was raised in vain, and the invisible spiritual pressure turned into an illusory palm, which was imprinted on Xiang Shaoyun's chest.

Like a gray flowing shadow, it hit Xiang Shaoyun lightly, the bones in his chest were broken, and the blood and sweat beads attached to the surface were vibrated with a slight curvature of the skin, like stars hanging in the night sky, shattered by the shock.

Xiang Shaoyun's body retreated, and the soles of his feet rubbed against the ground.

Suddenly.

Two icy cold winds whizzed past his cheeks, one black and one white, cutting half of his hair like a white horse.

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked intently.

But what he saw was a pitch-black and thick butcher's knife, and a long sword as thin as a cicada's wing.

Two weapons roared from the middle room, like shooting stars in the night, across the long and narrow brilliance!

hum...

The skinny Taoist who was floating flipped his palms, and his spiritual pressure surged.

Butcher's Knife and Cicada Wing Sword approached him within three inches, and were frozen in the air by an invisible force.

Outside the middle room, two white shadows stepped on the snow without a trace, using lightness kung fu to plunder.

Xiang Shaoyun was panting like a dragon.

The white shadow flew past his sides.

Li Sansi's eyes sparkled, staring at the two figures that appeared.

Mo Shougui narrowed his eyes.

"who are they?"

Kong Nanfei's lips were chapped, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the dark night.

As expected, the young master of Beiluolu still intervened in this fairy fate!

"The master visited Beiluo the day before yesterday. After returning to Beijing, he learned that the secret place is in Wolongling, so he sent me here. Before leaving, he gave me praise... The green plums boiled in the rain in the pavilion in the center of the lake, and the chess and chess are connected with each other."

Kong Nanfei paused, Li Sansi and Mo Shougui couldn't help looking over.

"Looking down and laughing, Lu Ping'an in Beiluo City." Kong Nanfei finished reading slowly, took a deep breath, and it was rare in the world to be praised by his master.

"These two are Lu Pingan's maid and coachman."

Kong Nanfei said.

"It can also be said to be... Lu Pingan's disciple of Bai Yujing."

Li Sansi and Mo Shougui suddenly took a deep breath, shocked.

"The maid and the coachman?"

This person is very coquettish!

...

Nie Changqing runs the "Daozong Yunling Jue", and Ning Zhao runs the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".

The spiritual energy in the body gushes out from the Qi Pill and wraps around the body, forming a spiritual pressure.

They stared at the skinny Taoist.

The spiritual pressure exclusive to practitioners collided in the air.

Nie Zhangqing raised his hand and used his saber technique, the butcher's knife spun and cut at high speed out of thin air, straight to the skinny Taoist's head.

The Cicada Wing Sword bounced back, and Ning Zhao held the sword, turning around and fighting out.

The white skirt fluttered, the spiritual energy attached to the long sword, and the sword energy gushed out.

In the distance, Xiang Shaoyun stared intently.

Pupil constriction.

He observed the battle and found that Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao were not affected by the skinny Taoist's spiritual pressure.

Fighting the skinny Taoist went back and forth.

In fact, Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao were comparable in strength to Xiang Shaoyun's siblings, but... because of spiritual pressure, they did things that Xiang Shaoyun couldn't even do.

"The oppression formed by spiritual energy... is the difference between practitioners and ordinary warriors?!"

Xiang Shaoyun suddenly realized something.

He mobilized the five wisps of spiritual energy in the qi pill, intermittently, not very skilled in operating the spiritual energy outside the body to form coercion.

This is spiritual pressure.

The gap between practitioners and ordinary warriors!

Ning Zhao was able to realize the spiritual pressure on his own, and Xiang Shaoyun's talent was not weak. After observing the battle, he also condensed the spiritual pressure.

He was ecstatic in his heart, he hadn't had this kind of breakthrough joy for a long time.

He picked up the long axe and took a step forward, the spiritual pressure covered his whole body. Sure enough, the skinny Taoist's oppression on him was a little weaker, although because of his weak spiritual pressure, it could not be completely eliminated.

But... It's not that I can't fight anymore!

Xiang Shaoyun joined the battle, putting more and more pressure on the skinny Taoist.

Compared to Nie Changqing's sword-handling skills, Ning Zhao's body is as light as a swallow.

Almost as soon as Xiang Shaoyun rushed forward, he was severely beaten by the skinny Taoist, but the more he was beaten, the more excited he became.

Because...he felt that the skinny Taoist's strength was weakening!

A ray of dawn, like a morning star at dawn, illuminates his heart!

finally……

Nie Changqing's white robe flew flying with the saber, and he slashed the skinny Taoist's neck with his saber from the air, the saber penetrated two inches into the flesh and blood.

Ning Zhao's white skirt was fluttering, she held the sword and twirled, the tip of the sword pierced through particles of dust floating in the air, pierced into the skinny Taoist's chest, and fixed him on the stone wall.

Xiang Shaoyun roared, holding the ax in both hands, and jumped up.

suddenly.

The skinny Taoist who was nailed to the stone wall opened his mouth and let out a scream and roar, as if hitting the soul.

"I, Jiang Chao, swear to defend the glory of the emperor with my withered body!"

The green light in Taoist Deadwood's eyes flourished.

The next moment, the physical body swelled up and exploded suddenly!

The horrible explosion injured everyone in the middle room.

Densely packed, hundreds of wisps of spiritual energy formed a storm and entangled in the middle room.

Xiang Shaoyun's body leaped up, was violently impacted by the spiritual energy, his chest was bloody, smashed to the ground, stretched far away, coughing up blood constantly.

Nie Zhangqing held the bouncing knife that bounced off, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Ning Zhao's face turned pale and he took two steps back, the tiger's mouth cracked and oozes blood when he held the sword.

Feel the aura sweeping through the room.

Both of them knew that this was a chance, so they sat cross-legged together.

Run the exercises, absorb the spiritual energy into the Qi Dan.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up and began to capture the spiritual energy in the air, and absorbed the energy in his dantian.

As a great existence in this fairy palace, the skinny Taoist, after his fall, provided aura that was much richer and more refined than those spirit monsters, or even the leader of spirit monsters.

Li Sansi and the others also stabilized their injuries from the self-explosion of Deadwood Taoist, and sat cross-legged with excitement on their faces, absorbing spiritual energy.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The lines in Lu Fan's eyes danced, staring at the chessboard, Jiang Chao, a skinny Taoist who was unwilling to blow himself up, appeared in front of him, and sighed.

This is the first secret boss he built, and he endowed it with emotion and body.

It's a pity that Jiang Chao's fate was doomed from the very beginning, and he will continue to reincarnate in the self-destruction.

The first secret realm has been cleared.

Just when Jiang Chao blew himself up.

Before Lu Fan's eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"Congratulations to the host for building the secret realm 'Wolongling Immortal Palace' and completing the world's exploration guide..."

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