Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The dull voice suppressed the excitement and complexity, lingering between the collapsed mountain gates.

The smoke was permeating.

Nie Changqing walked slowly, the pig-knife hanging on his side, floating quietly.

The wind on the mountain blew his white shirt hunting, and his dark hair.

In the distance, a young boy with a horrified face ran to Panzongguan in panic.

Nie Changqing did not shoot at the Dao Tong, but raised his eyes quietly, the sun tore the clouds, and the golden light shone from the sky, shining on the ancient staircase of Taoism.

Nie Changqing did not stop, and continued to walk, in front of the stone archway with the word "Zhixinguan" inscribed by Dao Zongxi.

After the torii, there is Daozong's training martial arts ground, a piece of Daping, where many legendary warriors were born.

Once Nie Changqing, sweating like rain on Daping.

Nie Changqing stepped into it step by step.

But I saw that there were already hundreds of Taoist priests sitting on Daping.

They either sit on the bluestone, sit under the pine and cypress, or watch Nie Changqing with the shade.

Someone showed disdain for Nie Changqing.

Some people also expressed complex emotions to Nie Changqing.

To Nie Changqing, Dao Zong's disciples will not feel unfamiliar. After all, that incident had a powerful impact. It is also the rare thing in Dao Zong that can compare with what happened to Li Sansui.

"He dare to come back ..."

"Did Brother Han Lianxiao die in his hands ... this kind of cruel and ruthless man should have killed him with a sword."

"Don't dare to do that kind of thing and dare to spread the word, really shameless!"

...

A priest looked at Nie Changqing, sneering, tone or jealousy, or indifference.

Under an old green pine, an old Taoist sat with his eyes closed, beside the old Taoist, there were several old Taoist priests, some indifferent, some cold, some angry ...

Look directly at Nie Changqing.

On Daping, it suddenly became quiet, and the needle drop was audible.

Only Nie Changqing's steady footsteps lingered.

"You haven't seen you in a long time."

Nie Changqing hunted in a white shirt, slowly.

No one answered him.

Sitting in the old road under Cangsong Pan, his eyes opened and his eyes fell on Nie Changqing.

Suddenly it was laughing.

He took out a torn piece of letter from his wide sleeves, threw it out, and was entangled with energy, so that the soft letter paper flew towards Nie Changqing.

Nie Changqing raised his hand and lightly accepted the letter.

Looking at the letter written to his wife, it was torn and shattered, and Nie Changqing's bearded lips froze. Eventually, it turned into a sigh.

Sure enough, the son was right.

If you want to make sense, you must first convince these people.

Press the temper of the boy.

Convinced, the truth, etc., it is easy to talk about.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Lu Fan suddenly felt itchy nose, as if someone was secretly thinking about him.

After rubbing his nose, Lu Panyu raised a bronze wine glass, took a sip of the wine, the sour taste of the wine poured into the cavity, and turned a thousand times in his mouth.

"Xiao Ni, call Ningzhao up."

Lu Fandao.

"Well."

Ni Yu's mouth was stuffed with a panacea, and he answered vaguely, and then ran down the hall like a gust of wind.

Lu Fan, on the other hand, fell on the lingering chessboard and wanted to see what was happening in the mystery.

On the horizon of Beiluo Lake, the sun jumped out of the thick clouds and sprinkled thousands of brilliance, like a golden curtain opened.

Seems to think of something.

When Lu Fan's mind moved, the picture in front of him suddenly changed.

A long distance, it landed on a towering and steep mountain.

There is a view on the mountain, and there are Taoists in front of it.

"Lao Nie ... is a Daozong."

Lu Fan smiled and took a sip of wine.

Soon, Ning Zhao's white skirt came to Lu Fan in front of her, slightly stumbling.

"My son ..."

Lu Fan watched the situation on Daozong, and said to Ning Zhao on the other side: "Walk in the secret place of Longmen and try to break through to the body. If you fail to break through the body this time, you may be completely behind ..."

Lu Fandao.

Ning Zhao froze, and then her eyes became sharp and dignified. She bit her plump red lips and said firmly:

"The slaves live up to the expectations of the son."

"Go on."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Ning Zhao turned and went down to Bai Yujing's pavilion.

In the distance, Lu Mudu and Lu Dongxuan who were making tea couldn't help but come over.

Ning Zhao took a step and actually set foot on Beiluo Lake. There was a vortex in the lake and a gantry was suspended.

Lu Mu was very curious about the fact, he wanted to investigate it.

However, Lu Fan never spoke, and he was afraid to enter without permission.

Jing Yue watched Ningzhao's body gradually disappearing in the dragon gate and took a deep breath.

Stunned.

In his ear, a faint voice of Lu Fan fluttered.

"Come on at Dragon Gate ..."

Jing Yue heard the words, and his face was immediately delighted.

Dragon Gate is a mysterious place arranged by the immortals. There is an immortal place in the secret place. If a huge immortal place can be obtained, his Jingyue strength will be improved.

"Thank you son!"

Jing Yue was full of joy.

Afterwards, he turned away and went to Longmen.

However, after thinking about it, he rushed to Ni Yu again, licking his face and asking for Qi.

Ni Yu was also generous and gave him two.

In the attic.

Lu Fan no longer waits for these, he is watching the events above Daozong while drinking.

Nie Changqing has a knot in his heart, and this knot has been stagnant for five years.

For Lu Fan, it is not important what the knot is. What is important is that this knot is not removed. Nie Changqing is difficult to break through to a higher level.

Therefore, Lu Fan asked Nie Changqing to take a trip to Daozong and break his heart.

"Daozong ..."

Lu Fan raised his mouth and leaned against the scarlet carved wooden fence, smiling slightly.

...

"Who tore this letter?"

Nie Changqing's bland voice lingered on the entire Daping.

"What about Nao Tao?"

Cang Song sat the old way, said.

The pig-killer dangled in front of Nie Changqing. He grabbed the handle and pointed it straight ...

Nie Changqing's eyes gradually turned into coldness: "No matter, you tear my letter, I will cut your tearing hand."

"presumptuous!"

The old road was furious.

A palm was shot on the pine tree, and the falling pine needles fluttered.

The surrounding priests also exclaimed, "Crazy!"

Nie Changqing smiled, but didn't say much, but just started walking slowly, slowly walking towards the old road, and the pig-knife dropped.

Above Daping, the blue shirt flipped.

Six figures fell and stood in front of Nie Changqing.

"Old ten, back off, back off, nothing happened when I waited for the lunch."

A man in a blue shirt speaks emotionally.

"Old ten, for the sake of your joint martial arts ... back then."

"This time is different from the past. Although you have Xianyuan, but now Xianyuan also favors Daoism ... you can't beat it."

Several Taoists also spoke.

"Leave? Whoever dares to let him go ... I see the retreats! Disciples of Daozong listen to me today!"

The old way is cold.

"Leave him!"

"Daozong disciples ... set up!"

Old way waved.

"Oh!"

On Daping, many Tsing Taoists walked on foot and sat down in different directions.

Every man in blue shirt was clasped together, and burst out of blood.

These qi and blood, according to the traction from different directions, seem to form a strange power, which spreads the entire Daping, exuding a depressing breath.

Ok?

Lake Island, Lu Fanmeiyu on the pavilion suddenly picked.

The actions of many disciples in Daozong made him curious.

"This is ... formation?"

This is the first time that Lu Fan has seen the formation method. It is indeed a Daoism that has been passed down for thousands of years.

And, the formation ...

It also gave Lu Fan some inspiration.

Taoism.

Nie Changqing hunted.

Looking at the six people standing in front of him.

He used to be the tenth Taoist, and these six were the third, fourth ... to eighth.

The ninth Dao Zong Han Lian laughed and died in Beiluo City. He died very peacefully.

"All of you, Nie Changqing ... I just want a family reunion, why stop me like that?"

"Five years ..."

"I should pick up my wife and go home."

Nie Changqing said.

The six in front of him could only sigh.

"No bullshit! Come on! Take this wicked!"

Under the green pine, the old way exploded.

The array of oppression forces gathered by many Taoist morale blood suddenly fell on Nie Changqing.

boom!

Faintly, the gravel bounced.

The six people who stopped Nie Changqing raised their weapons, including a knife, a gun, and a bow ...

Nie Changqing felt the oppression on her body.

Smiled.

Daozong is still Daozong, but he ... but he is not the same as he was five years ago.

Nie Changqing grabbed the killing knife.

Xu Xu took a step forward.

"Immortal ..."

"I'm a disciple of Bai Yujing, and I'm the biggest fairy."

Nie Changqing's voice lingered and rang through Daping.

It sounded as if the thunder had fallen.

Nie Changqing's white shirt fluttered, his hair flew up, his eyes were like a torch.

Just moments ago, Nie Changqing was like a scholar.

Become a peerless murderer walking out of the **** sea of ​​corpses.

Strands of light blue aura entangled around his body.

Spirit Pressure ... Release!

boom!

The oppression formed by Daozong's formation was carried down by Nie Changqing.

The gale raged on Daping.

Nie Changqing walked step by step, before the outstanding six disciples of Daozong.

The invisible pressure was released around him.

Let the six Taoist disciples tremble under his spirit.

at last……

Daozong couldn't carry it, because he was the weakest, so he knelt the fastest ...

The sound of knees slamming on the blue bricks of Daping is like the twilight morning bell.

A man in a blue shirt carrying a long bow took off the long bow behind his back, took a sharp arrow, and aimed at Nie Changqing trembling.

Taoist third, Miao Renyu, a poetic name.

call out!

The arrow ~ www.readwn.com ~ shoots out.

Rotate at high speed with terrible penetration.

However, Nie Changqing did not hide, and still moved forward.

As the arrows approached the distance of Nie Changqing, they stopped, making it difficult to enter, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Nie Changqing raised his hand slowly, and bent his fingers on the arrow.

The arrow is crooked.

Turned the arrow, but aimed at the old road of Qingshishan sitting under Cangsong.

The arrow resumed its speed, bursting out, and flew across Miao Renyu's cheek, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek.

The arrows fluttered their tail feathers.

As if the thunder that tore the night, with the sound of howling, is approaching the old door!