Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Cang Panasonic.

The old road was angry, and the blood rushed, and there was a sudden noise.

Shoot the arrow in one palm and shoot the arrow flying.

Miao Renyu kept pulling the bow, his pupils tightened ...

A trace of blood on the cheeks cracked, and there was red blood flowing.

Although I had long expected in my heart, I knew that Nie Changqing was strong, but I saw with my own eyes that Miao Renyu was hit.

He is third in Taoism, second only to Li Sansi and Li Sansui brother and sister.

Although his temper has always been mild, he is actually a very strong person. Nie Changqing lightly fluttered his arrow. Even if Nie Changqing wanted to kill him, the arrow could fly away and he could take his life.

He lost.

The old ten, who had humbly asked for advice in front of him, surpassed him in such a domineering manner.

Nie Changqing walked slowly, the spiritual pressure spread.

Miao Renyu finally couldn't carry it, and fell to the ground.

Nie Changqing stepped over him, holding a pig-knife in one hand, a white shirt, and passed the six most outstanding young men of Daozong.

Once the tenth Taoist, now it seems to have reached the top.

On Daping, many Taoist disciples were horrified.

Nie Changqing, a practitioner ... so strong!

Six of the most outstanding disciples of the Taoism, six princes and warriors, were actually oppressed by Nie Changqing with imposing power and couldn't move.

Even the third Miao Renyu, who shot an arrow, is weak as a baby!

"You! Suppress this evil barrier!"

Vigorously old Panasonic.

The old road leaped up, and the robe flew up, as if the palms of the dead branches were spread out, and the body was as light as a stepping on the ground, soaring.

Several elderly Taoists burst into drink.

Landing on Daping, stepping on the foot, burst out of blood in the body.

They did not underestimate the practitioners. After all, the Taoists said to them before the retreat that the practitioners are powerful.

Even now, picking the secret place of Yanglong on the peak of the stars makes them feel the horrors of the practitioners.

but……

To deal with practitioners.

The Taoist princes have developed the Qi and Blood Array method. After improving the original Daozong Array, they can aggregate Qi and blood.

The blood of several elderly Taoists seemed to pour into the Taoist elders.

Suddenly, the old man fluttered, his gully face trembled.

There was a long howl in the mouth.

Jump in!

A wave of dust was shaken by him, and he actually pulled out the horror and blasted the green bricks on the ground.

Nie Changqing Mei Yu raised a little and stood still.

He shifted his feet.

Spirit pressure spread.

The six Taoist disciples who fell to the ground were bombarded.

The pig-knife in Nie Changqing's hand was raised.

The old-fashioned duster slammed down fiercely, colliding with his pig-knife, and actually made a sound of fine iron.

"Unscrupulous! Your Lord has trained you, it really has a white-eyed wolf!"

"What are the Taoist precepts? You don't know? If you break the precepts, you deserve these penalties!"

"Don't think of worshiping Bai Yujing and becoming a practitioner, dare to pretend!"

boom!

The old Tao kept screaming and twitching, bearing the blood and blood of several old Mai masters, and faintly there was the power of the Grand Master.

Nie Changqing did not speak, carrying the old way of attacking.

at last……

Nie Changqing let go of the pig-knife.

"Did you finish?"

boom!

"I just want to pick up my wife."

"I just want a family reunion. Does this require ... excessive?"

Nie Changqing said.

The words fell.

The pig-knife floated, spinning at high speed in front of him, wrapped in a pale blue aura constantly floating.

Faintly.

An illusive silhouette of the knife surfaced outside the pig killing knife.

Nie Changqing growled.

"Imperial sword!"

The next moment, his hand swept from bottom to top.

The pig-knife was chopped out from the bottom up, wrapped in a majestic sword, and chopped into the old way.

The old whisker was cut in half ...

The tragic sound rang throughout Daping.

Blood splattered several feet.

The old Tao fell to the ground, and his robe was red with blood.

He shook his dusting arm and was cut off by Nie Changqing.

Fell to the ground ...

The tragic sound rang through Daping throughout Daozong.

Several elderly Taoists suddenly retreated in shock and stared at Nie Changqing inconceivably.

Their Taoist school closed the gate and did not show up. They only knew that the practitioners were very strong, but ... To such an extent, they were really unexpected.

Nie Changqing didn't say anything, raised it with one hand and suspended the killing knife.

These means, many Taoist disciples of the earthquake, speech is difficult to understand, after all, such means as the imperial sword, like the legendary fairy god.

On the ground, the elder Tao mourned.

Nie Changqing looked indifferent. In recent years, he has killed many people, and has long been bearish on life and death.

The old road froze, covering his broken arm, painful and trembling.

"Go and invite Li three years old! Go and call her!"

Lao Dao turned his head and shouted at an elderly Taoist behind him.

"The glory of Taoism ... cannot be trampled on like this!"

Lao Dao snarled his neck and roared, with resentment and unwillingness in his eyes.

The old Taoist heard the words, hesitated a moment, turned around and ran away to Xingfeng.

Nie Changqing glanced at the departing Taoist without obstruction.

He just stared indifferently at the **** old road.

"Glory of Taoism ..."

"I just want to take my wife, why is it wrong?"

"Reading that I have been a disciple of Daozong, I have been sympathetic ..."

"I'll count down five more ... tell me where Ruer is, otherwise ... my butcher, I really want to start killing everything."

Nie Changqing said slowly.

His words lingered on Daping, shaking everyone physically and mentally.

"Sin barrier, if Li Sansi and Li Sansui are not there ... why do you dare to be crazy in Daozong!"

Old Road bleed to pale, and growled.

Nie Changqing glanced at him.

Holding a pig killing knife.

Calmly opening: "Five."

The surrounding Daozong disciples roared for a while.

On the ground, Lao Dao stared bitterly at Nie Changqing: "Believe the teacher to destroy the evil barriers of the ancestors! It is the most wrong decision in my life to cultivate you!"

On Daping, there is a serious intention to kill permeated.

The surrounding Daozong disciples have begun a hustle and bustle, and some people retreat with terror. They were really scared by the killing intentions of Nie Changqing.

Although Daozong is one of the hundreds of princes, but closed the mountain gate for a long time, except that Daozong can walk down the mountain to practice.

Many Taoist disciples, at best, are discipling with each other.

Some have not even seen blood.

Therefore, in the face of this killing intention of Nie Changqing, they were afraid.

"four."

Nie Changqing held the pig-knife, looked up, and felt the wind in Daozong slowly.

Below, the old man stopped scolding and looked at Miao Renyu in the distance.

"Pull me away, hurry me away!"

Nie Changqing's increasingly serious killing intentions made Lao Dao's mind ... vacant.

Miao Renyu hesitated a bit, and walked to Nie Changqing, trying to take the elders of the old way away.

however.

A black pig-knife fell suddenly.

"Beep".

Pierce Laodao's body.

The old road sounded terribly, and the eyes were almost gleaming.

I was so shattered at first, but now panic ...

This is all retribution.

"Changqing ..."

Miao Renyu shook his hand and couldn't help but speak.

Nie Changqing ignored him.

Still looking up to feel the wind in the mountains.

"three."

Miao Renyu looked at the unfamiliar and indifferent Nie Changqing, the expression on his face kept changing.

He ignored the old way and burst out.

The old way pierced by the killing pig knife became more and more frightened, he felt like he was abandoned.

...

Beiluo, Huxin Island.

Leaning on a wheelchair, Lu Fan couldn't help laughing. He was indeed a disciple of Bai Yujing. Nie Changqing's temper was really as good as his Lu Fan.

"This sect's sons have something, but they can use qi and blood as their array. If they come into contact with aura, they may be able to create a lot of arrays that can create miracles."

Lu Fan took a sip of wine and squinted.

This world is full of talents, and Lu Fan is not surprising.

Lu Fan picked up a **** and rubbed it lightly.

"The mystery of the dragon gate opens, and the dragon species should almost be born ..."

Lu Fan was thinking.

"As for whether this move can make Bai Yujing a real detachment, it's hard to say ..."

"People in the world today probably know that Bai Yujing is strong, but ... there is more curiosity about Bai Yujing, and there may not be much awe. After this time, maybe the world is not just curious about Bai Yujing.

Just when Lu Fan was meditating.

There were heavy footsteps.

But he saw Lu Changkong walked up the pavilion.

"father?"

Lu Fan froze slightly.

"Faner, I heard Ni Yu say, you haven't slept for several days?"

Lu Changkong held a purple lunch box in his hand and placed it on a sandal wood table.

"Practice is good, but pay attention to rest ... don't be tired yourself, pay attention to diet, pay attention to rest."

Lu Changkong urged and opened the lunch box.

He took a wooden spoon and simmered a bowl of porridge.

"Let the chef make your favorite eight-treasure porridge for your father. Come and try it."

Lu Changkong simmered the porridge with a blue and white porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan looked at the porridge and was silent.

This bowl of porridge made his heart feel like an electric shock.

For a long time, Lu Fan felt that he was a lonely person in this world.

Just face the world with the mentality of the mission to enhance the world.

He is indifferent, he is arrogant.

It is possible that this physical mentality affected Lu Fan. The original low self-esteem and self-closing mentality made Lu Fan treat his relatives and friendship with apathy.

In fact, Lu Fan is also eager for family and friendship.

He occasionally watched Ni Yu snickering and farting, but also envious when watching Jing Yue and Nie Shuang playing.

He held up the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Spoonful of spoonful of entrance, very sweet.

The sweetness made Lu Fan's heart a little warm.

"Thank my father."

Lu Fandao.

"Hey, eat more."

Lu Changkong laughed, rubbed his hands, and the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes were stacked.

"Then you eat, and you have to go to the city tower for your father. You must be tired. Pay attention to rest. Do n’t rush to practice for a while. How about you become the first in the world? As long as Beiluo is not broken, protect your life and peace for your father . "

Lu Changkong laughed.

"By the way, my father asked Uncle Luo Yue to bring some elite soldiers into the Dragon Gate Mystery. Once the Eight Dragon Gate Mysteries are out, the world pattern will change, and Beiluo City should also make some changes."

Lu Panyu scooped porridge, said.

Lu Changkong froze for a while, then he calmed down, and after nodding his head, he left Bai Yujing.

After Lu Changkong left, Lu Fanduan took a wheelchair and continued to drink porridge.

Ni Yu hid behind the railing and poked out her head.

Lu Fan glanced at him, his face remained the same, and said, "Come here if you want to eat. Don't stare at me, I won't be able to finish it alone."

Ni Yu suddenly smiled, drooling, jumping over from the railing.

...

Taoism.

"two."

Nie Changqing's faint voice lingered around Daping.

Around Daping, many Taoist disciples remained silent, leaving only Nie Changqing's voice lingering like wind.

I glanced at the people around, and then glanced at the powerful breath from the direction of Xingfeng ~ www.readwn.com ~ Nie Changqing sighed.

He pulled out the pig-knife, and the painful old man made a chilling sound.

"evil……"

Lao Daojiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

however……

The next moment, before his eyes were dark, the words had stopped before he had finished speaking.

"One."

Nie Changqing exhaled.

In his hand, the pig-knife gently stroked the old neck ...

A skull, especially with an incredible head, rolled down a meter.

Blood splattered three feet and stained Daozong Daping.