Building The Ultimate Fantasy

On Beiluo Lake.

The aura storm gradually subsided, and Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, floating quietly on the lake.

With a thought, he called up the system panel.

Host Lu Fan

Title Qi Refiner (Permanent)

The number of gas refining layers is 3 (the progress of 4 layers is 1156/10000 strands)

Soul strength 100 (can be exchanged for 13)

Physical strength 10 (can be exchanged for 10)

86 wisps of aura

Disposable attribute "property" 1083 points

Lu Fan looked at the system panel, but saw that in the column of gas refining layers, the total amount of aura that had entered the fourth layer was constantly changing.

In the blink of an eye, there will be four or five more wisps.

Apparently, he got a lot of spiritual energy from this spiritual energy storm. It can be said that he made a lot of money.

This feeling of boosting a lot of aura in the blink of an eye can only be described in one word, cool.

It's like looking at the deposit in your bank account, and there are hundreds more in the blink of an eye, and hundreds more in the blink of an eye.

That kind of comfort is like eating a piece of refreshing ice cream in hot summer!

Lu Fan's spiritual energy, which was almost exhausted due to the injection of spiritual energy, began to recover rapidly at this time.

Although it is said that the essence of the plane is condensed, forming a storm of aura that sweeps the world.

but……

After all, the world still has innate surprises.

Not everyone can condense spiritual energy in the dantian to become a practitioner.

Therefore, the growth rate of Lu Fan's aura was not too exaggerated.

However, there are not many.

In a short period of time, the increase has increased by nearly two to three thousand, that is to say, in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, at least a thousand or more practitioners were born in this aura storm, plus the discounts obtained by Bawang, Nie Changqing and others for condensing aura Commission, the increase in the amount of aura is still considerable.

Lu Fan did not continue to pay attention to these.

Because it's meaningless to keep blinking.

With a thought, he retracted the system panel.

Dancing silk threads appeared in the eyes, and they traveled a long distance to watch the frontier battle.

He didn't kill these homeless people, but stayed behind, just to give Nie Zhangqing, Bawang and others a chance to exercise.

Without stress there is no motivation.

Today's Five Phoenix Continent still belongs to the low-level martial arts, and it needs the birth of a Tibetan-level existence before it can step into the middle martial arts.

And these homeless people are the source of motivation for Nie Zhangqing and others.

Lu Fan wasn't worried either.

Because, with his current strength, these homeless people can't make any waves.

...

South County.

A burly man made of clay,

Slowly withdrew his eyes from staring at the sky.

He is different from the Buddhist monk and the blond man.

He is more sensitive to the energy induction between heaven and earth, and he has noticed that this world seems to have more attribute energy.

It was a state on the verge of advancement.

However, the burly man didn't choose to escape, and he didn't have to escape... After all, this is just a clone of a pottery figurine.

With his fingers folded and folded on his chest, he is a graceful man, a discreet man.

As a loser, the burly man did not allow himself to fail again.

Because he was very cautious, this body was nothing more than a clone that he condensed with magic.

far away.

The people bathed in the spiritual energy storm opened their eyes one after another.

Sima Qingshan stood on the tower of Nanjin City, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile.

The aura in the Qi Pill floats out.

Then...

The blank picture scroll behind him slowly unfolded.

Sima Qingshan held the pen in his hand, and used the rainwater as ink to splash ink on the blank scroll of mountains and rivers.

Sima Qingshan, who has entered the Tibetan realm, has more and more aura, between paintings.

That burly man like a terracotta figurine felt pulled into a world again.

This is a world with beautiful mountains and clear waters and gurgling water.

Although the scenery is beautiful, it is very disturbing.

"Everyone, kill the enemy."

On the tower.

The clothes on Sima Qingshan rattled, and he spoke slowly.

Tang Yimo twisted his neck and made the sound of bones colliding. Because of the spiritual energy bathing, the injury caused by his casting of Eight Meridians Dunjia has already healed.

"Good job."

The corner of Tang Yimo's mouth twitched, and he praised Sima Qingshan's methods.

The second pulse was opened again, his hair stood on end, blue veins appeared on the surface of his skin, and his body burst out instantly.

The manic qi and blood were wrapped in spiritual energy, like a huge boulder falling from a high mountain, and hammered hard on the burly man who turned into a terracotta figurine.

The burly man woke up from the siege of the picture scroll.

Slightly opened his eyes.

The storm-like attacks hit his body, and the constant bombardment caused his body to appear weirdly distorted.

He raised his hand slowly, wanting to resist.

The sand and stones on the ground condensed as he raised his hand.

but……

A sword qi pierced from a distance, like an awl piercing into a rag bag and tearing it to pieces.

The raised arm of the terracotta figurine was cut off by the sword energy...

The cut is smooth.

Jing Yue held the Sedum Sword with a smile on his face.

His sword is getting stronger and stronger!

boom!

The earth trembled violently, and the body of the terracotta figurine was shattered, and finally turned into thousands of mud, spilling on the ground.

When Tang Yimo landed, his whole body was like a piece of coke. The rainwater that fell from the sky fell on his body, and it was all evaporated into white gas.

He stood up and waved his fists. On his arms, blue veins were densely covered like horned dragons.

"kill!"

The words are sonorous and resounding.

The Nanjun army, as well as many Nanfu troops, looked at Tang Yimo enthusiastically.

They waved their swords in the rain, and their shouts tore the rain.

"kill!"

Under the deafening roar, in the sound of drums and horns on Nanjin City.

The Nanjun army launched a charge.

Without the burly man, the Nanman army could not resist the mighty Nanjun army at all.

The rain seemed to be stained with blood.

It was a shocking defeat.

The Nanman army left a dense mass of corpses, and fled back to the territory of the Nanman. In this battle, many tribes of the Nanman gathered together, but it ended in such a tragic way.

His vitality was seriously injured, and he might not be able to harass Nanjun in a short time.

Xie Yunling and many disciples of Dao Pavilion put away the Taoism.

They walked in the rain and came to Tang Yimo and others.

Sima Qingshan also walked down from the tower.

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu found Jing Yue, patted Jing Yue on the shoulder, and both sides came together.

The rain watered Tang Yimo, drenching him to the drenching, but Tang Yimo was very solemn, took a step back, and bowed to the crowd.

"I, Tang Yimo, represent Nanjun. Thank you for your help."

Xie Yunling smiled and exchanged a glance with Sword Saint Hua Dongliu.

"Commander Tang doesn't need to do this. Dao Pavilion and Jiange Pavilion are originally located in Nanjun. Nanjun is in trouble. How can we escape from the world?"

Xie Yunling smiled.

"Thank you Bai Yujing for your help." Tang Yimo looked at Jing Yue again, and cupped his hands.

Jing Yue smiled.

He is a disciple of Bai Yujing, but he is also from Da Zhou.

Five random weeks, that is a national disaster.

He Jingyue, how can he retreat?

Sima Qingshan carried the picture scroll on his back, held a brush in his hand, looked at Tang Yimo, frowned and said, "Commander Tang, although the Nanman army retreated, but... I have an intuition that the burly man did not die."

"The crisis is not over yet."

Sima Qingshan said.

Because he practiced Dao painting, Sima Qingshan's soul strength was very strong, but Dao painting was somewhat similar to Lu Fan's chess game.

Tang Yimo stared and nodded, but he was not too worried. He glanced at the densely packed barbarian corpses left on the battlefield, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, the Southern Barbarian army has been completely defeated. Even if this person makes a comeback, there is nothing to be afraid of." , if it is possible, I would like to go into the hinterland of the Nanman and kill this person so as to avoid future troubles."

"However, just in case of deceit, I still don't chase after him. At least, in the future, Nanman, one of the five Hu, is not to be feared."

"Instead... what's the change just now?"

Tang Yimo recalled the moment when the world transformed just now, feeling dignified and puzzled.

Xie Yunling held his hands behind his back, his beard and hair were stained with cold rainwater, he turned his head to look in the direction of Beiluo City, and took a deep breath.

"My lord stopped fighting for three months, and now... the world is changing, and the spiritual energy is surging. Is it the lord's handwriting?"

Xie Yunling's words silenced everyone present.

Only the heavy breathing lingered around.

Tang Yimo looked towards Beiluo City, remembering the terrifying aura he felt when he stood by Beiluo Lake.

Nianpizi couldn't help shaking.

Maybe... what Xie Yunling said is true.

The one in Bai Yujing...

The end of the war for three months may really be for the transformation of the world at this moment!

...

Chili tribe.

above the altar.

A burly figure wrapped in a black robe slowly took off his hood, revealing a slightly painful face.

The destruction of the avatar was a huge blow to him.

"The lord of the plane in this low-martial world is too mysterious, and he can actually arouse the origin to gather. What kind of strength is he?"

The burly man stood up on the altar, wiping the rain from his face.

Under the altar, barbarian priests with empty eyes stood like tool men, holding bamboo sticks.

The burly man hesitated now.

Because, at this moment, he is faced with two choices.

One is to hide and live in this world, watching for opportunities.

The other is to take the initiative to attack.

but……

He couldn't see through the lord of the planes in this world, so he felt a little guilty.

"No, I have to spy on the strength of the Lord of Faces, I have to enter the Great Zhou!"

The burly man's eyes flickered, then he turned his head and looked towards the east.

If the south cannot enter, then...

Opening the gap from the east, it happened that the Dongyi tribe he subdued could come in handy.

...

West County, outside the Tiger Pass.

A murderous spirit permeated the air.

Light snow was flying in the sky, and the corpses on the ground were piled up in white.

Nie Zhangqing was wearing an aura armor and a white shirt. When snowflakes fell on his forehead, they could be crushed by invisible air currents. Holding a butcher's knife in his hand, he walked towards the blond man.

"The evil spirits outside the sky... have to be punished."

Nie Zhangqing said calmly.

He didn't have any communication with the blond man, and the two didn't need to have any communication.

The battle of life and death is the end of the war.

For Nie Zhangqing, the blond man was still a bit jealous.

After all, Nie Zhangqing's strength is already close to that of Gaopin Foundation Establishment.

It's not too different from him, except that the power of attributes has not yet been derived.

The blond man burst out with light, turning into a light man.

In his hand, he held a light saber bursting with brilliance.

His eyeballs looked around.

He was looking for the lord of the plane, and he was very afraid that the lord of the plane would be hidden in the dark and hit him suddenly.

Nie Zhangqing came to kill him.

The pig-killing knife flew out of thin air, the shadow of the knife was condensed, and the energy of the knife was vertical and horizontal.

The sharp knife air cut the sand and rocks on the ground into slag.

The blond man pulled out his lightsaber and collided with Nie Changqing's knife.

In front of the two of them, it seemed to be reduced to a special field.

The terrifying cutting force kept colliding.

The butcher's knife and the lightsaber seemed to be bombing each other!

No snow from the sky can fall into it.

The sand and rocks on the ground seemed to be cut into fine pieces.

Nie Zhangqing was as angry as a rainbow, and the butcher's knife buzzed continuously, and the ground was cut with traces.

The blond man is cranky.

Both he and the Buddhist monks had recognized the Lord of Faces, and they might use them as stepping stones for Nie Zhangqing and others to train and train Nie Zhangqing.

How can they bear this?

It is humiliating to be a wanderer, but now, they have come to invade the world, but they still suffer such insults and suppression!

As an intruder, don't you have no dignity at all?

Nie Changqing is wearing a white shirt.

Constantly controlling the pig-killing knife, many sword marks appeared on the aura armor on the body surface. It was the sword aura gushing out from the lightsaber, which cut him, but was blocked by the aura armor formed by refining the five internal organs. up.

The confrontation between the pig knife and the lightsaber.

A sword-like impact.

Surroundings, the shouts of killing on the battlefield became more and more intense. The Xiliang iron cavalry charged bravely without fear of death, and Xiang's army was like a god's help, completely suppressing the army of Gui Fang and the Peacock Kingdom.

And the other side.

The Overlord set off, his body twitched a lot of devilish energy, and the black ax in his hands seemed to have a mighty force, and he slashed at the evil Buddha fiercely.

when!

The evil Buddha clasped his palms together, blocked by the golden Buddha statue dripping with blood and tears.

There was a crisp sound, and the palm of the evil Buddha moved, and the next moment, the golden Buddha statue seemed to be soaked in blood, watered by the blood, and turned into blood.

"You actually used me as a stepping stone! Court death!"

The eyes of the evil Buddha showed ferocity and tyranny.

With both palms, he rolled up the string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and with a sudden force, with a "click", the string of Buddhist beads was broken.

However, the prayer beads that were broken and flying did not fall to the ground.

Instead, it was photographed by the evil Buddha with a flick of his sleeve, and all the beads shot at the overlord at high speed.

Overlord raised the blood shield.

Boom boom boom!

Each bead is wrapped in a huge impact force, hitting the blood shield, blasting countless blood "colors" from the surface of the blood shield.

The Overlord landed on the ground and took two steps back. The evil Buddha moved and instantly approached the Overlord.

"The poor monk is the pinnacle of foundation building, you are just a newcomer to foundation building, what makes you so inflated!"

The Buddhist monk shouted.

This drink was like spring thunder bursting out of his tongue, making Bawang dizzy for a while.

The Buddhist monk punched continuously, hitting the blood shield with his fists.

Every punch seems to be able to fly away like sand and stones.

The Overlord kept retreating, and the ground under his feet was plowed out of the ground.

"You are a demon, and I am a Buddha. It is the way of heaven for a Buddha to overcome demons!"

The Buddhist monk continued to drink and chant in his mouth, like a lotus flower spitting blood.

However.

Buddhist monks are fierce, and overlords are even more fierce.

The aura vortex that was originally circulating clockwise on Bawang's body suddenly stagnated.

After that, it began to slowly reverse the flow.

Shake off the blood shield.

The Buddhist monk punched the overlord's burly chest, which was slightly sunken, and the air blasted from behind.

However, the Overlord was indifferent, and even showed a cold smile.

The Buddhist monk stared.

The Overlord roared.

Injury for injury.

An elbow hit the Buddhist monk's head, sending the latter flying tens of meters upside down.

The Overlord played bloody, and the devilish energy was dignified and viscous.

Surrounded by a powerful force, he rushed towards the Buddhist monk with his devilish energy entwined around his body.

The Buddhist monk jumped up from the ground, and the Blood Buddha behind him clapped his hands.

The Overlord does not hide or evade.

He took the palm abruptly.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, and at the same time, the black ax in his hand also swept across the Buddhist monk, cutting a huge wound on the Buddhist monk's chest!

The Buddhist monk was a little confused, this person... is really unreasonable, how could there be such an unreasonable fight?

The Overlord does not avoid the Buddhist monk's attack at all, as long as the Buddhist monk attacks, the Overlord immediately carries the attack and beats the Buddhist monk...

This made the Buddhist monk's inexplicable heart feel a chill.

Overlord's mouth was stained with blood, but he laughed loudly.

"Buddha crossing the demon?"

"You're crossing, come on!"

The Overlord is fearless at all, trading injuries for injuries.

The Buddhist monk lost all momentum after being beaten. Although he was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he had no way to fight the Overlord.

Those who are fierce are afraid of being shocked, those who are shocked are afraid of being ruthless, and those who are ruthless are afraid of dying.

Overlord is the kind of lifeless.

The Buddhist monk was not as mighty and majestic as the Overlord. After being hacked a few times, his state began to drop rapidly.

After all, he doesn't have thick armor like the Overlord.

When the Buddhist monk hit the overlord with a palm, the overlord punched the Buddhist monk back.

The Buddhist monk's mouth and teeth were swollen, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face was bleeding...

He couldn't even recite the Buddha's name in his mouth.

The clasped palms are shaking.

The Buddhist monk felt a little sad.

He is a wanderer who has never even met the lord of the plane... Could it be that he is about to die?

God, what should I do?

The Buddhist monk's nose was blue and his face was swollen. Looking at the snowy sky, he felt a little desolate.

Pooh!

The Overlord rushed over, sweeping the long ax in his hand.

Suddenly...

Buddhist monks blood-stained white snow.

A head flew into the air.

Overlord's eyes were like torches.

In order to prevent the buddhist monk from condensing his head back to life again, the overlord rose from the ground, and his burly body scattered the snow all over the sky.

The head was blown off with one punch!

Bai Xue was stained with red blood.

Fluttering from the sky and the earth, sprinkled down.

The body of the Buddhist monk who lost his head stood in place, and the cold red snow fell all over his body.

The body of the monk and Buddha stood still, with palms together.

Overlord landed, panting heavily.

Suddenly.

Overlord's pupils shrank.

but see...

A ferocious and unwilling soul fluttered out of the corpse.

This distorted Buddhist monk's soul is staring at the Overlord with resentment...

"The devil who blasphemes the Buddha, one day... Today's Buddha, another day's devil, one day, you will become a headless corpse like a poor monk! You are in the world!"

The venomous curse of the Buddhist monk's soul made the Overlord's eyes fixed.

On Beiluo Lake.

Lu Fan, who propped his chin with one hand and tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with the other, frowned slightly.

He raised his hand, turned into a claw, and grabbed the void in front of him.

This catch.

It seems to have crossed a long distance.

Before the tiger circled the pass.

The vicious cursing of the distorted Buddhist monk's soul stopped abruptly.

Because, above his head, there was a palm with aura condensed, falling out of thin air.

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