Building The Ultimate Fantasy

With a sigh of relief, Li Sansi ran continuously, and finally rushed to Tianhan Pass in the dark.

With steam in his mouth and heavy snow falling in the dark night, he climbed up the tower under the leadership of the frontier guards.

Because it was snowing, the moonlight in the dark night was hidden behind the thick clouds, without any traces of overflow.

Who is Li Sansi? To the credit.

"Is it over?"

Li Sansi stood in a Taoist robe, his robe fluttering, and whispered.

Beside him, a Beijun military general in armor nodded.

"This battle was very difficult. The Xirong army came out in groups, led by the powerful Xirong King. If the practitioners from Bai Yujing hadn't come to support them, at this moment, Tianhanguan... had already fallen."

General said.

Li Sansi had complicated emotions.

He looked at the battlefield outside Tianhan Pass, the long yellow sand was covered by heavy snow, the blood stains on the ground, and even the corpses of some soldiers had been completely covered.

However, Li Sansi could still feel the murderous aura coming from the pavement.

He expected that your battle would be brutal.

If Tianhanguan was broken because of his lateness, the vast land of Beijun would be ravaged by Xirong soldiers.

Then Li Sansi might blame himself to the point of being unable to extricate himself.

"But it's also because of my late arrival that many North County soldiers died...I can't escape this fault."

Li Sansi raised his head, the icy snow fell on his face, melted into snow water, and streaked across his cheeks.

Raised the wooden sword.

Li Sansi tapped his wooden sword on the mottled bluestone of Tianhan Pass.

Knocked three times in a row, as if swearing something.

Under the astonished eyes of the Beijun general, Li Sansi's Taoist robe fluttered and jumped down from the tower.

"I went after the armies of Xirong... My mistake,

I'll make it up. "

Li Sansi's voice floated in the heavy snow that was falling.

Under the cold night.

A thin Taoist robed figure, holding a wooden sword in one hand, walked away on the snow with the determination to tap the sword.

The soldiers on the tower admired him, and the general looked at Li Sansi's back with admiration.

With complex colors on his face.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can chase down Xirong's 100,000 troops with one man and one sword like Li Sansi.

This kind of arrogance is the envy and yearning of the world.

...

South County.

In the night sky, the moon is bright and clear.

Tang Xiansheng was sitting in the courtyard, lying on a rocking chair, listening to the messages and information dictated by his attendants.

Hearing the battle outside the city of Nanjin, it was difficult to win.

Tang Xiansheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Even for him, from the beginning of the battle to the present, his heart has been tugging.

He was terrified of losing the battle, so he went around in a frenzy, obviously aggressive.

"I heard that it was the strong men from Jiange and Dao Pavilion who helped each other, and the swordsman Jing Yue from Bai Yujing who stopped the Nanman army."

The servant bowed.

"Has Baiyu Jingdu even intervened?"

"Sure enough, Bai Yujing should have expected something a long time ago."

"The world began to have fairy fate spreading. Yimo can get fairy fate, and the young master of Beiluolu can get fairy fate. Those Wuhu people can actually get fairy fate as well."

Tang Xiansheng murmured, looking at the bright moonlight, he smiled: "In the eyes of the 'immortal', all people in the world may be equal. He controls the entire world and the balance of the world."

"But once the Wuhuhu people get the fairy fate, they will naturally be greedy enough to invade my Great Zhou, wanting to mess with my Great Zhou, destroying the great mountains and rivers, and wanting to repeat the events of the Five Hurricanes back then."

"Fortunately, now is the era of Bai Yujing."

"In terms of the power of cultivators, Bai Yujing is the number one in the world, Wuhu... so what?"

Tang Xiansheng smiled.

"By the way, is there any news from Dijing?"

Tang Xiansheng asked.

He still pays close attention to the news of the Imperial Capital. Today's Nanjun has lost the capital to compete for the world. Therefore, he must pay more attention to the affairs of the Imperial Capital.

The attendant's expression changed, and he said: "The letter has already been sent to the Imperial Capital, but..."

"But what?"

Tang Xiansheng's rocking chair stopped shaking, he stood up slowly and coughed.

The attendants hurriedly covered Tang Xiansheng who was still seriously ill with a thick blanket.

"I heard that the West County also sent the news of the barbarian invasion to the imperial capital, but the emperor ignored it. He seemed to have never heard of the news from the South County and the West County, but it was the news from the North County... The emperor sent an order of the emperor to enter Tianhanguan , the specific content of the emperor's decree is unknown."

"Furthermore, after the Son of Heaven issued the Son of Heaven's decree, the National Teacher left the Book Pavilion, prepared a carriage, left the Imperial Capital, and headed east."

The attendants followed behind Tang Xiansheng.

"The national teacher is going east, presumably to Dongyang County..."

"It seems... the little emperor disappointed the national teacher."

Tang Xiansheng smiled.

"The little emperor is still immature, or the Black Dragon Guard made him a little lost..."

"Things like power are both beneficial and harmful."

"I hope that the emperor's edict passed on to Beijun will not be too much. If it is too much, in this extraordinary period, with Tantai's bad temper, I'm afraid...something shocking will happen."

Tang Xiansheng smiled, covered his mouth, and coughed lightly, a little bit of bright red appeared on the white handkerchief.

"Hey, birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature..."

"It's a pity that I can't see the old man in Beiluolu. If it's possible, the old man really wants to ask."

"Whether you can live forever with all kinds of practice..."

Tang Xiansheng looked up at the bright moon, and shook his head. The figure under the moonlight looked a bit desolate.

...

imperial capital.

The heavy snow fell, making the long street of the imperial capital in the middle of the night quiet and no one wandered around.

Except for the patrolling defenders, the imperial capital is like a lifeless dead city.

Downstairs in the Imperial City.

In front of Kong Nanfei, two men in black robes led the steaming horse, nodded respectfully, and took two letters from Kong Nanfei.

"Send one to Beijun and one to Xijun, don't mess it up."

Kong Nanfei solemnly ordered.

The two men in black robes stuffed the envelope into the seam of their breasts and hid it tightly.

"Don't worry Commander Kong, people are here... trust is here."

Kong Nanfei nodded.

snowy night.

The two men in black got on their horses, and the sound of hooves exploded, throwing up snowflakes on the ground, one of them headed north and the other south.

Kong Nanfei retreated back to the Imperial Capital.

The gate of the city was closed suddenly, shaking off a little plain snow on the tower.

The two men in black rode on their horses and drove away when they reached a fork in the road.

In the dark night, snowflakes flutter.

When the two of them were galloping for about ten miles in the Imperial Capital...

Suddenly.

From both sides of the official road, crossbow arrows suddenly shot out.

Pooh!

A sharp crossbow shot through the belly of a steed, and the neighing sound exploded in the night.

The horse fell to the ground, causing the black-robed man on the horse to also fall, rolling in the snow before turning over.

clatter...

The fallen leaves on the trees in the dense forest on the official road shake off.

A series of black dragon guards in light armor slid down from the tree.

The blade of the blade reflected the dazzling brilliance of the snow all over the ground, making the man in black's expression change.

"The Son of Heaven's personal guard, the Black Dragon Eighteenth Armor!"

The man in black took a deep breath.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

Many black dragon guards in light armor raised the aura in the Qi Dan and galloped out.

This black-robed man is also a cultivator, and he has a lot of energy in his alchemy, but how could he escape the pursuit of many black dragon guards.

They were quickly overtaken, and a battle broke out in the snow.

The snow was lifted and scattered into fine-grained snow foam.

The battle ended quickly, after all, the black dragon guards had the upper hand.

The white blade pierced through the flesh, tore through it, and the blood spilled, dyeing the snow red.

The man in black robe lost his vitality.

A black dragon guard found the envelope from the skirt of the black-robed man's chest.

After glancing at it, he grabbed the envelope and led many Black Dragon Guards to retreat.

It was snowing heavily.

Only the man in black was left lying in a pool of blood on the snowy ground, staring at the falling snow from the sky.

...

The two men in black were ambushed almost at the same time.

Died on the spot.

Regarding this, Kong Nanfei did not expect it. After all, he was not Lu Fan, so he had no way of knowing what happened more than ten miles away.

imperial capital.

The old eunuch swung his whisk and walked quickly.

Deep in the imperial city, Zijin Palace.

Faint candles were burning, emitting a dim yellow light, illuminating the deep courtyard of the palace.

In the palace, all the eunuchs and maidservants were dismissed, only Yu Wenxiu was left sitting on the dragon chair.

The old eunuch pushed the door to blend in.

Then I saw Yu Wenxiu holding the black dragon sculpture and watching it constantly.

This scene seemed a bit weird.

It made the old eunuch feel cold all over.

"His Majesty……"

said the old eunuch.

by candlelight.

Yu Wenxiu raised her head and looked at the old eunuch.

That look made the old eunuch's heart tense, and suddenly, the old eunuch felt that Yu Wenxiu's eyes were somewhat familiar at this moment.

It was like the eyes of the black dragon.

"What is it?"

Yu Wenxiu put away the black dragon sculpture, frowned and looked at the old eunuch.

"His Majesty's personal guard, the Black Dragon Eighteenth Armor, according to His Majesty's instructions, intercepted... the two messengers outside the official road of the Imperial Capital."

said the old eunuch.

"Oh?"

Yu Wenxiu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"If there are any captured letters, please send them up quickly."

"Here."

The old eunuch bowed, took two letters and handed them to Yu Wenxiu.

Yu Wenxi took the blood-stained letter from the old eunuch, tore open the seal of the envelope, looked at the contents of the letter, and by the dim candlelight, the more he looked... his eyes became brighter.

In the end...it turned into a torrent of laughter.

The old eunuch didn't read the content, but he didn't know what Yu Wenxiu was happy about.

But from Yu Wenxiu's smile, it can be seen that the contents of the letter... must be extremely important.

"You really deserve to be my good teacher, my good national teacher..."

Yu Wenxiu narrowed her eyes, and her smile was restrained, as if there was an evil spirit flashing in his eyes.

"I... Didn't I do well? What did I do wrong? Why do everyone go against me and leave me?!"

At the end of the laugh, Yu Wenxiu clenched her fists unwillingly.

The old eunuch knelt down on the ground with his forehead touching the ground, but he didn't move.

"It's no wonder I've always felt strange. How could the master who planned the strategy, who dared to single-handedly visit Confucian scholars who visited a hundred schools of thought, retreat to the Book Pavilion so easily? It turned out that the situation had been laid out a long time ago."

"The chess pieces that are enough to make Xijun and Beijun beyond redemption have been laid long ago!"

"The bureau has been laid out, and now it is not so easy to withdraw the bureau!"

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

From inside Yinglong Longmen, one after another figures walked out.

Jing Yue carried the Sedum Sword on his shoulders, Nie Zhangqing carried a butcher's knife and Lu Muping and others with a bamboo stick in their hands. They returned from various counties and returned to the island in the middle of the lake.

island.

Ni Yu, who was blamed on his head, saw these familiar figures, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Ning Zhao, who was still practicing, gradually calmed down, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ni Yu excitedly waved at Jing Yue and the others.

Nie Zhangqing came in a white shirt.

He looked at Ning Zhao in the distance, "That's right, Wu Zang is almost finished..."

He was in the same realm as Ningzhao, but he had tempered Wuzang in one fell swoop by taking advantage of the previous heaven and earth change.

Ning Zhao obviously also learned a lot from the change in the world.

"Where's Nie Shuang?"

Nie Zhangqing was carrying a butcher's knife, and glanced at the island in the middle of the lake, the expression on his face gradually turned serious.

"Nie Shuang and Bai Qingniao went to the Beijun battlefield."

Ning Zhao said.

"With Nie Shuang's current strength, there shouldn't be any crisis in the Beijun battlefield."

However, Nie Changqing's complexion changed.

"Ning Zhao, you don't know... this five random weeks is not unusual!"

Nie Zhangqing, who was originally calm and relaxed, changed his face and became very ugly.

However, he suppressed his worries about Nie Shuang. Although he had always been strict with Nie Shuang, in Nie Zhangqing's heart, Nie Shuang was his most precious son.

"Where is the son?"

However, Nie Changqing suppressed the urgency in his heart and asked.

"Young master left the gate and left the pavilion, and climbed onto the lake again. Now that the fog is shrouded, it is hard to see what you are doing on the lake."

Ni Yu, who was carrying the scapegoat, knocked out a sugar-coated Qi Gathering Pill and said.

Nie Changqing frowned, wondering what the young master was doing.

Originally, he wanted to ask the young master about the changes that happened that day, but now he had to go to Beijun first.

If there were Buddhist monks and blond men in Beijun, Bai Qingniao and Nie Shuang might not be able to deal with them.

Taking a deep breath, Nie Zhangqing didn't care, and then entered Longmen and rushed to Beijun.

But Jing Yue and the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

They are obviously also aware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Nie Shuang hasn't experienced too many battles, he... can he?"

Jing Yue also frowned worriedly.

He was a little annoyed.

I knew that I would have warned Nie Shuang before I got lucky, if I encountered an enemy I couldn't beat... I had to run first.

Keep the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood.

The boats on the lake are rippling.

Lu Dongxuan and Lu Changkong also came by boat one after another.

When we got to the island, we found that everyone was gathered together.

Lu Fan was still retreating in the dense fog. They couldn't break into the dense fog, so they could only stand on the island and watch.

Lu Changkong saw Jing Yue and the others who had returned.

Concerned about the situation in their respective battlefields.

Holding Jing Tianjian in his arms, Jing Yue hurriedly told about his massacres in the Nanjun battlefield.

Lu Changkong also had an impression of the cruelty of war under his spitting description.

When he learned that there was an enemy capable of producing earth thorns in the battlefield.

The complexions of Lu Changkong and the others changed slightly.

"Are there any people who are destined to be immortals among the southern barbarians?"

"Perhaps, the reason why Fan'er stopped fighting for three months is because of these Wuhu people who have won the fate of immortals!"

"Five random weeks, it seems that Fan'er has already expected it in his heart."

Lu Changkong took a deep breath.

Lu Dongxuan touched the big gold chain around his neck, squinting his eyes.

suddenly.

The eyes of everyone chatting on the island changed slightly.

because……

The thick fog covering the lake began to sweep.

Indistinctly, there seemed to be the roar of evening drums and morning bells and the sound of chanting resounding in everyone's ears.

Mingyue, a girl holding a pipa, was shocked.

How could she not be clear about this voice, isn't it the Buddha's name that the Buddhist monk recited when he clasped his palms together in the Nanjun battlefield?

But seeing thick fog billowing, a vague Buddha shadow swept out, and the Buddha shadow covered the sky and the sun.

Exudes a magnificent and supreme oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly.

There was a faint sneer in the thick fog.

A touch of silver blade tore apart the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue collapsed to both sides, and in the dense fog of the collapse...

The calm surface of the lake has undulating ripples.

The figure of Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair slowly emerged from the collapsed Buddha statue.

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