Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Black air billowed, releasing a strange fragrance.

Ni Yu lifted the wooden lid of the black cauldron, and his fumed face was full of excitement and anticipation.

There is no bright multicolored glow, nor the sound of a pot bursting.

Ni Yu refined the elixir according to the method of "Juqi Pill Refining Handbook" passed down by the young master.

However, inside the pot, there was only a dark, sticky lump of weird stuff.

"Dan... Where's Dan?"

Ni Yu was dumbfounded.

Lu Fan couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The first time alchemy, it really failed unexpectedly.

It's okay to fail. Lu Fan tapped his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair. He needed to think about the reason for the failure.

"Every herb has been baptized with spiritual energy, and the petals of Chaotian chrysanthemum have been added with spiritual energy. At least there is no problem with the material... The problem is the pot?"

Ni Yu was very sad, kneeling in front of the black pot, looking at the black and indescribable mass, she felt an urge to beat her chest and feet.

really……

She has nothing to do but eat.

"Xiao Ni, bring the pot here."

Lu Fan said.

Ni Yu stopped her grief, and stretched out her hand to pull the black thing out.

Looking at the black and indescribable thing, Ni Yu inexplicably felt that it was a bit like a sticky cake with sesame powder, as if... can I have a taste?

She found a clean white cloth, wrapped the black thing, and then took the black pot and handed it to Lu Fan.

Ning Zhao and Nie Zhangqing couldn't understand what Lu Fan and Ni Yu were doing.

After watching for a while, the two continued to practice.

Jing Yue watched with great interest.

"This pot...is a bit spiritual."

Lu Fan bent his index and middle fingers together, knocked on the black pot, narrowed his eyes, and murmured.

Since it lacks a little spirituality, why not give it some spirituality?

Lu Fan's mind moved, and he checked the "Enlightenment Technique" among the system rewards.

"Attachment Technique" cannot be used on non-living beings, but Lu Fan doesn't need a black pot to give birth to spiritual wisdom, he only needs a black pot to have a wisp of spirituality, which is convenient for alchemy.

Ni Yu was crouching on the side and sniffing the black mass that had been refined.

Jing Yue carried the pineapple sword box on his back, and came over curiously.

"Ni girl, what is this?"

Jing Yue asked.

"Young master said... this is 'Dan'."

Ni Yu pursed her lips.

"Dan? Isn't that a burnt sticky blob?"

Jing Yue twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You also think it's sticky cake? Do you want to try it together?" Ni Yu's eyes lit up, staring at Jing Yue expectantly.

Jing Yue hurriedly waved his hands.

He was afraid of being poisoned to death.

Ni Yu struggled for a long time between eating and not eating. Finally, she wiped a little with her fingers and stuffed it into her mouth.

The next moment, Ni Yu's eyes lit up.

Take a full bite.

"Ba ha ha ha..."

Ni Yu's mouth was full and he chewed.

Jing Yue was extremely curious, "How is it?"

Ni Yu glanced at Jing Yue, and then, holding the "sticky cake", turned his back to him, and began to eat, eating faster and faster...

After a while, I ate cleanly.

Ni Yu squinted his eyes, touched his belly, and exhaled a breath of comfort.

Jing Yue was a little speechless, this girl... can eat anything.

Suddenly, Jing Yue narrowed his gaze.

Not only Jing Yue, but also Nie Zhangqing and Ning Zhao on the island in the middle of the lake opened their eyes.

Because, they discovered that the aura on the island turned into fishes, gathering in one direction at high speed...

A small spiritual vortex formed above Ni Yu's head.

Shocked, Jing Yue tapped his toes and moved away from Ni Yu.

There is danger... run!

Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing moved sideways,

Staring at Ni Yu...

However, wisps of aura quickly gathered in Ni Yu's body.

Soon, Ni Yu, who originally had only one wisp of aura in his body, absorbed two wisps of aura...

"Yeah, I... broke through."

After a long time, Ni Yu's belated astonishment sounded.

In the distance, Lu Fan naturally sensed the strangeness, but was also speechless.

Although it has not been refined into pills, the effect of that black mass of "dan slag" is actually not much weaker than that of ordinary Qi gathering pills.

Lu Fan calmed down.

Staring at the scapegoat in his hands, his mind fell on the "Attachment Technique".

Putting the index finger and middle finger together, Lu Fan's soul was mobilized and wrapped around the fingertips, causing a golden glow to appear on the fingertips.

Gently tap on the black pot.

"Ding……"

The golden ripples continued to spread, spreading to the entire body of the pot.

Lu Fan's mood was a little complicated. His first hint was actually a pot.

...

In the East Lake, the waterfalls that fly down are venting to their heart's content.

In the Mohist mechanism city hidden between the mist, Mohist disciples stand separately.

A Zhu dressed in red, like a fiery red mandala flower, watched the army of Xijun on the other side of the cliff.

The Mohist Trick City is known as the most difficult city in the world to attack.

But……

Now, they are facing the army of Xijun, the most elite army in the world.

This is like a collision between a spear and a shield. Is the shield of the Mohist Trick City strong enough, or the spear of the Xijun Army is sharp enough!

On the other side of the cliff, the Overlord stood on the chariot like a demon god, with his relatives on his back and his hair flying.

"Avenge the blood of the hundred brothers who died!"

"For the glory of West County!"

"rush!"

The Overlord drew down the long ax behind his back and raised it violently.

The roar of the explosion echoed between the cliffs...

After that, the roar of the Xijun army also exploded at the same time.

The warriors headed by the Xiliang army rushed out frantically, and rushed towards the Mohist organ city along the eighty-one iron cables.

The iron chain swayed, bursting out with a cold shock.

Not much greeting.

There is no hesitation.

The Overlord immediately ordered to attack the city, not giving the Mohist organ city any chance to breathe!

Xiliang's soldiers were indeed the most elite tiger and wolf divisions in the Great Zhou Dynasty. They seemed to not know what fear was. Facing the cliff, they were happy and fearless. They all rushed out excitedly, stepped on the iron chain, and ran away.

The organ city stretches on the wooden towers on the cliffs.

A small flag appeared in the hand of Azhu, who was clad in red like fire, and her flaming red lips parted slightly under the half-silver mask.

"Ballista!"

"Transfer machine!"

"Mechanism beast!"

Every time Ah Zhu called out a name, she waved a small flag.

Following the wave, the disciples of the Mo family moved one after another.

On the tower of the organ city.

An ingenious weapon was set up and aimed at the charging Xiliang soldiers on the iron chain.

The dark clouds that had accumulated in the sky for a long time finally couldn't bear it.

The bean-sized raindrops turned into bead curtains that stretched for thousands of miles and sprinkled from the clouds. The sky and the earth were hazy, making the atmosphere even more chilling.

The raindrops hit the chains, the armor of the charging soldiers, and the swords they swung...splashing and shattering.

"kill!"

Azhu's red dress fluttered, and the small flag in her hand was thrown out suddenly.

The little flag fluttered out of the organ city, was instantly engulfed by dense raindrops, and fell into the abyss with the flying waterfall!

sudden!

chug chug!

In the catapult, the sound of gears turning rang through the entire city.

Thick crossbow arrows shot out, piercing the dense raindrops, tearing the rain curtain apart in a hollow arc, and then, densely packed crossbow arrows followed, roaring towards the Xiliang warriors on the eighty-one iron cables with the sound of piercing the air come.

The leader of the Xiliang warrior roared loudly, his blood was steaming, and he swung the long knife in his hand and slashed out.

Knife and crossbow collide.

The blade gradually shattered, and before the warrior's angry roar dissipated, the crossbow arrow pierced his chest, blood spattered three feet, and the huge momentum drove the soldiers behind him to fall off the iron chains and fall into the abyss!

However, Xiliang warriors were not afraid of death, one by one crazily climbed the iron chain with crossbow arrows.

...

Mo Liuqi was wearing a bamboo hat, riding on the back of a donkey, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, with a carrot dangling from one end of the bamboo pole.

The donkey grunted and kept walking after the carrot.

Suddenly, Mo Liuqi straightened up on the donkey's back, and he looked towards the direction of the East Lake Mohist Trap City.

He took off his hat.

Deep in the hand, a drop of round raindrops dripped from the gloomy sky.

The raindrops faintly reflected a red-dressed figure with a half-silver mask, dripping onto his palm, shattering, splashing...

An inexplicable heavy and breathless pressure oppressed his chest.

His face was slightly pale.

The rain poured down.

Misty mist splashed from the ground.

The scissors in Mo Liuqi's arms flew out automatically, cutting off the carrot rope.

He picked up the bamboo pole and slammed it hard on the donkey's buttocks.

"Snapped!"

The lazy donkey immediately neighed, its hooves crushed the rain, and it ran wildly.

...

The top of the organ city.

Between the clouds and mist.

The number one assassin in the world, Mo Yihen, stood on it, allowing the heavy rain to drench his body. He drew his sword slowly, and the ear-piercing sound of the blade and scabbard shattered every drop of raindrops.

He squeezed a smiling face mask and put it on slowly. The rain ran along the edge of the mask and gathered on his chin, like silk thread ticking.

He can't laugh, and can only use a mask instead of laughing.

Through the hole in the mask, Mo Yihen looked through the lingering clouds and fixedly stared at the burly Overlord standing on the chariot at the other end of the cliff.

This is his last mission.

Defend the organ city to the death and assassinate the overlord of the West County.

When the figure of the overlord on the chariot moved.

Mo Yihen kept drawing his sword while wearing a smiling mask, and his slender legs began to walk along the roof of the city's towers in the rain!

In the end, he jumped and smashed countless raindrops.

The rain curtain rushed past, and his figure disappeared.

However, Ruouowu's killing intent shuttled through the rain.