Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Lu Mu pair left.

For Lu Fan, the inclusion of Tianji Family could only be regarded as a whim.

Bai Yujing wants to become a detached force, a force that incorporates hundreds of schools of thought... Is it too much?

To Lu Fan, it wasn't too much, even if the world was shaken by it, it had nothing to do with him.

Lu Fan did not take out the spiritual pressure chessboard, but sat in the wheelchair, thinking about the construction of the "Dragon Breeding Land".

After a night of thinking, Lu Fan already had a preliminary idea.

The tasks issued by the system are rated, and the level of the score determines the rewards.

Therefore, he is quite concerned about the construction of the "Dragon Raising Land".

Candle Dragon, Ying Dragon, Qinglong, Black Dragon, Red Dragon, Mirage Dragon, Panlong, and Yunlong, these are the eight heavenly dragons that Lu Fan determined after thinking about them.

Therefore, Lu Fan planned to point out eight dragon raising lands on the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, calling it the Eight Dragon Raising Methods.

Taking a sip of green plum wine, Lu Fan frowned slightly.

Lu Fan's pupils tightened, and the world seemed to be dancing like lines in his pupils.

Lu Fan actually had a choice in mind for the eight dragon raising lands.

Put down the bronze goblet.

Lu Fan's heart moved, and he entered the [Preaching Platform].

In the center of the gossip array, Lu Fan sat upright, his robe fluttering, like an exile.

Around his body, golden runes continuously emerged and entwined.

Lu Fan's eyes were burning.

He pondered the description of the dragon in his mind.

Afterwards, rely on the [Wanfa Oven] to create the practice method of Tianlong.

Every dragon should have its own personality.

Therefore, the practice methods created by Lu Fan are all targeted.

The gossip runes kept surging, and Lu Fan's soul seemed to be boiling.

The eight dragon practice methods were quickly created.

They are all named after different dragon species.

In the preaching platform, Lu Fan became more and more ethereal. Apart from the dragon raising land, Lu Fan started to build the second secret realm.

This second secret realm is very important, and Lu Fan wants to pass on the practice of Tibetan realm in it.

Lu Fan's mind was extremely active, his eyes were blazing, the dragon breeding land was combined with the secret realm, and a magnificent secret realm gradually took shape under his construction.

...

The gates of the imperial city were wide open.

Six handsome horses of different types pulled the luxurious carriage and galloped out of the imperial capital at high speed.

The entire empire shook.

The emperor actually travels at this sensitive juncture?

Many people are secretly asking where the emperor is going.

When they found out that the Son of Heaven was not going to Yuanchi, but Beiluo City, everyone was shocked.

Many people were caught off guard by the emperor's move.

North Los Angeles...it was an extremely sensitive place.

All of a sudden, the entire imperial capital was plunged into strangeness, and many secret messages were spread from the imperial capital.

Thirty miles outside the original Chicheng, inside the military tent.

Mo Beike held the letter in his hand and frowned deeply.

Tantaixuan sat in a high position with a serious expression on his face.

"Juzi, the emperor's move...does it have a deep meaning?"

Tantaixuan said solemnly, Beiluo City...that was the pain in his heart that could never be erased.

Mo Ju shook his feather fan lightly, and took a deep breath: "Your Majesty... probably got the instruction from the national teacher."

Mo Ju's words made Mo Beike look at him involuntarily.

This Mo Ju is excellent, but unfortunately he is not his disciple of the Mo family.

"That's right, His Majesty's move is most likely at Kong Xiu's will."

"In today's world, apart from the Great Zhou, there are four camps."

Mo Beike's voice was vicissitudes and hoarse.

"The first camp is Beijun led by the Tantai family."

Tantaixuan narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Mo Ju shook his feather fan lightly, waiting for Mo Beike to continue.

"The second camp is the Xiliang iron cavalry headed by Xiang Shaoyun.

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"The third camp...the Tang family in Nanjun, is an extremely low-key force, and should not be underestimated."

"These three camps are all led by princes and prefects, and they have the qualifications to compete for the world to carve up the Great Zhou." Mo Beike said slowly.

Mo Ju nodded, this is the situation in the world, and every adviser needs to analyze it.

"The fourth camp?" Tantaixuan asked.

"Beiluo City...Bai Yujing." Mo Beike said.

A city in Beiluo actually constituted a faction by itself?

Tantai Xuan narrowed his eyes, a little unconvinced.

"A mere Beiluo, without an army of 100,000, how can it be the name of the fourth faction..."

Although Tantaixuan suffered losses in Beiluo City, he still refused to accept Beiluo City as a separate camp.

He had also heard of Beiluo Baiyujing, but... Baiyujing only has a few people, so could it be worth his army of 100,000 in Beijun?

Mo Beike's heavy bags under his eyes trembled slightly.

Mo Ju shook the feather fan lightly, and the atmosphere in the tent was a bit weird.

"Cultivators are variables, and Bai Yujing is the number one cultivator force in the world, and it is a variable among variables."

Mo Beike said.

Mo Ju's feather fan shook lightly, "My lord, the current situation is so cramped because of the appearance of practitioners, don't underestimate practitioners..."

"perhaps……"

"The young master of Beiluolu, one person can reach an army of 100,000."

Mo Ju's words were serious.

Tantaixuan took a deep breath and remained silent. He remembered what happened in the secret realm of Wolongling.

The means of the "immortal" made him have nightmares for several days in a row.

Tantai Xuan nodded slightly.

"The old man will let the shadows in the imperial capital continue to stir up rumors of the storm."

"I'll hold back for now. If Your Majesty really asks Lu Ping'an to go out of Beiluo...then I'll wait for the army and retreat another five hundred miles."

Mo Beike said.

Wei Luan, a member of the Yin-Yang family... entered Beiluo, and now his body is completely cold.

He had to be cautious.

That was the weirdest alchemist of the Onmyoji family, even the grand master might die without knowing how he met Wei Luan.

But……

However, Wei Luan couldn't even get a splash in Beiluo City.

The means of the young master of Beiluolu...

The more people think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

...

Book Pavilion on the second floor.

Mo Tianyu bowed and told the national teacher Kong Xiu the news that Yu Wenxiu left Beijing for Beiluo.

Kong Xiu opened his aged eyes, his face trembling slightly.

"How could Your Majesty think of going to Beiluo City..."

"I hope His Majesty can bear Lu Ping'an's moody temper..."

...

Jiang Li also received the news that Yu Wenxiu's six horses had pulled a cart into Beiluo.

He thought that what greeted him might be the nine edicts from the emperor in succession from the imperial capital, but the emperor went to Beiluo by an unusual route.

"Bei Luo... is that Young Master Lu?"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes.

He is not familiar with Young Master Lu, but he has heard of this person's name.

Young Master Lu, who has obtained the fate of immortality, seems to contain endless terror.

Speaking of Xianyuan... Jiang Li suddenly felt a headache.

My chicken-raising girl... somehow got a fairy fate, and that little chicken was able to transform into a big turkey and beat Mo Shougui to death.

He wanted Bai Qingniao's first life to be safe and not to get involved in the war.

result……

The appearance of Xianyuan made the ordinary chicken girl no longer ordinary.

It's fine if you don't make your debut, and you killed a top master warrior as soon as you made your debut.

But it was precisely because of the fairy fate that Bai Qingniao's life was saved.

Therefore, Jiang Li's heart was extremely complicated.

This chicken soup...will you still drink it in the future?

...

North Los Angeles.

When Lu Changkong got the news, his expression changed slightly.

The emperor actually wants to visit Beiluo City in person?

However, Lu Changkong was not surprised, it was most likely ordered by the national teacher.

On the city wall, Lu Changkong was wearing armor, and behind him, Luo Yue's expression was also extremely solemn.

"Lao Luo, dispatch all the elite soldiers to protect His Majesty's safety."

"Your Majesty can't have an accident in Beiluo City."

Lu Changkong said.

Of course, Lu Changkong also knew that with the death of Wei Luan, a member of the Yin Yang family, Beiluo City should be the safest place in the world.

However, if you are not afraid of ten thousand, you are afraid of just in case.

Luo Yue took the order and left.

Lu Changkong went to the lake island in person.

The emperor came in person, and he needed to ask Lu Fan what he thought.

As soon as he landed on the island in the middle of the lake, he found that the atmosphere on the island in the middle of the lake was a bit weird and tense.

There are faintly thick clouds gathering above the Baiyujing Pavilion.

As if there was a world of wrath, Lu Changkong felt out of breath just by looking at it.

His heart suddenly "thumped".

In front of the Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Nie Zhangqing stood with the knife in his arms, the terrifying sharpness of the knife loomed on his body, but he didn't let it out.

Ning Zhao floated over like a piece of feather fluff, and arrived in front of Lu Changkong in the blink of an eye.

"What happened? What happened to Fan'er?"

Lu Changkong said.

Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered, and she said: "Young master retreats. Before the retreat, you once said that no one is allowed to go to the island except Bai Yujing's disciples, and no one will be seen."

Ning Zhao said.

Lu Changkong was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed slightly.

The emperor came to Beiluo City to see Lu Fan, but Lu Fan was in seclusion at this time, and no one was allowed to go to the island.

Deliberately... or unintentionally?

Lu Changkong didn't say anything.

He glanced at the Baiyujing Pavilion shrouded in terror.

Depart by boat.

at dusk.

The vast plain outside Beiluo City.

The setting sun is like a girl's shy face, half hidden under the horizon, and a luxurious carriage emerges from the horizon, pulled by six horses, crushing the fiery afterglow of the setting sun.

The emperor rode Liuqi Juechen, came from the imperial capital, and went straight into Beiluo City.