Building The Ultimate Fantasy

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"Sin ?!"

Li Sansi looked at the huge stone face floating in the void, where the gravel of the terracotta warriors gathered, and his heart shuddered.

Fairy? !!

The fairy who created the dragon farm?

The terrifying coercion permeated the dragon gate, and the oppression was like a thick mud, making people unable to move.

Zhu Long turned into a dragon body and hung on the ground. If a child did something wrong, his face was full of panic and panic.

Lu Fan's heart was attached to the megalithic face, and he looked at the candle dragon below and Li Sansi kneeling in the distance.

Although it is true that luck is part of strength, it is not entirely luck that Li Sansi can break through the body.

For another person, being so tidy by the candle dragon, may have already been mentally broken, and madness is possible.

After all, the aura fills the body, and the kind of pain like a balloon to be burst is unbearable for ordinary people.

I didn't bother Li Sansi.

Gaze shifted and fell on the candle dragon.

Li Sansi sensed that the sight of "Fairy" moved away, and she was relieved inexplicably.

Although he broke through Qidan, he still looked like an ant in front of "Xian".

In fact, it is true.

In the eyes of Xian, he is indeed no different from the ants.

Xian never cared about him.

Rumble!

The stone face was slowly pressing down.

Stay close to the candle dragon.

Candle dragon lay on the ground, and the feeling of anxiety and fear grew stronger.

She also seemed to know that she used Li Sansi to evolve into a real dragon species, which seemed to violate the rules set by "Aba".

Therefore, she was panicking at the moment.

I was afraid that "Abba" would recycle her for rebuilding.

Lu Fan quietly looked at the candle dragon, who was lying on his face, and it was the foundation of Lu Fan's preparation for the promotion of the Five Phoenix Continent to Gao Wu and even super fantasy.

Dacheng's candle dragon, but very terrifying existence.

Lu Fan did not blame the candle dragon's behavior, after all, her purpose was to evolve into a true dragon.

Instead, it helped Lu Fan complete his task earlier.

Unique beings have their own uniqueness and autonomy.

Lu Fan does not need to suppress this uniqueness and autonomy.

Regardless of whether it is a candle dragon or a black dragon with a violent temperament, in fact, it was created by Lu Fan. No matter how they churn, there will be awe and fear of Lu Fan in the soul.

This is why Lu Fan dare to let Balong spread the world.

He wants to change the world, but he doesn't want to be a dungeon, binding the characteristics of living things.

After all, he has limited energy alone, and what he can do is spread the seeds that change the world, and then let these seeds take root.

However, the candle dragon's move still needs to be deterred.

Of course, it's not just deterring the candle dragon, but it also comes with a deterrent.

The practice of returning to practice is not allowed to drill holes.

"Not an example."

Stone surface opening.

The horror sound roared through the dragon gate.

The candle dragon lying on the ground issued a grieving and terrified dragon yin.

Li Sansi kneeling on the ground, his pupils tightened, and cold sweat soaked in his clothes.

Although Shimian only said four words, the pressure on him made him almost out of breath.

Lu Fan glanced at Li Sansi.

Gradually dissipated the will.

The rocks collapsed and fell to the ground, and then, as snow melted, a terracotta figure rose again on the ground.

The coercion that pervaded the Dragon Gate disappeared.

Li Sansi gradually stood up.

He looked at the candle dragon in the distance.

But saw the finely-scaled tail of the candle dragon sweep away and rolled up Li Sansi's body.

Although there is a cultivation practice of the body, but in the face of the candle dragon sweep, it can't resist.

Dizzy, he was flung out of the dragon gate and fell out of the deep cave.

Li Sansi stabilized his body and stood upright.

He took a wooden sword, took two steps, and wanted to enter the cave. However, as soon as he took a step, black and white eyes rose from the cave.

As if there was a sense of death covering Li Sansi's body.

Li Sansi stiffened.

After all, it took a step back.

Glancing at the bones on Zhou Feng, he sighed.

He limped to the bluestone, wiped off the blood on the stone, drew a wooden sword, and sat on the bluestone, looking at the hot sun hanging in the sky, his hair moving quietly in the wind.

...

Taoism, Houshan Bamboo House.

At the age of three, Li pushed open the door, stood in front of it, and turned over to let Nie Changqing enter.

Nie Changqing stepped into the bamboo building, and every time he mentioned it, he seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds.

His heart was terrified, and he never saw the free and sharp edge of Daozong Shanmen.

The bamboo building is very simple. A bamboo table and a bamboo mat are empty.

On the bamboo mat, a figure of aunt wearing a robe and cloth towel sat quietly.

As quiet as the withered autumn leaves.

"Ruer."

Nie Changqing spoke.

With a little bit of joy, a sound of joy lingered in the bamboo building.

However ... no one responded.

Li San, standing in front of the bamboo towers, was glanced and narrowed his lips.

Nie Changqing stepped in front of the aunt, but found that the aunt twisted his head and sat quietly on the bamboo mat, his eyes were empty and apathetic.

On the dead bamboo of the bamboo mat, a little bit of bamboo dust is flying.

It was engraved with two words.

"Qing" and "Double".

Nie Changqing originally fluctuated violently, as if it contained the sight of a landslide and suddenly softened.

He whispered his aunt's name.

However, the aunt just raised her head numbly, with a distressing confusion in her empty eyes. She looked at Nie Changqing and continued to tilt her head.

"Nie brother ..."

Li Sansui in front of Li Li's door wanted to explain something.

However, Nie Changqing just waved.

"Needless to say."

Nie Changqing's sight was soft, and her palm rested gently on Dao's head.

"Ruer, let's go home."

"Little Shuang is waiting for us to go home."

In front of the door, Li San was slightly surprised.

"For me, endings are better than no endings ..."

Nie Changqing said calmly, but the calmness was breeding the fire-like dryness.

He lifted up the aunt, who did not resist, and still tilted his head, even playing with Nie Changqing's pendulous hands.

With his aunt Dao, he took heavy steps and stepped out of the bamboo building step by step.

Nie Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly as the sun shone through the gap in the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, Nie Changqing stopped.

He didn't look back, but quietly turned his back to Li Sansui, saying, "Three years old, Daozong is not for you. You should go to Beiluo."

This is the second time Nie Changqing has said this sentence.

Li was three years old, and his emotions were much more complicated.

After speaking, Nie Changqing carried his aunt behind, stretched out his hand, put it on the pig-knife around his waist, and slowly pulled it out.

But it refers to another bamboo building.

Nie Changqing looked dull, looking at Zhulou, and said, "Sisters, when I came to Nie Changqing on this trip, in addition to taking away Ru'er, he also took the task that the son ordered."

"Receive your wife, and by the way ... receive Daozong."

Nie Changqing's words fell on the quiet bamboo forest, and the bird was surprised.

When Li was three years old, his pupils shrank.

However, what made her even more incredible was that the bamboo door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly opened.

An old voice came out of the bamboo tower.

"I have been here for a while. If the master of North Luolu could break it, why would Daozong serve Beiluo as a natural machine?"

The vicissitudes of voice were a little hoarse.

The figure with his back walking out of the bamboo building.

Nie Changqing was carrying his aunt and raised his eyes to the figure with his back on his back. There was no expression on his bearded face.

"You don't need a son, you can break it, and I can."

Nie Changqing said.

The words fell, and there was a sound.

The aura in Nie Changqing's Qi Dan suddenly boiled.

After the completion of the knot, he seemed to have undergone an inexplicable transformation.

Nie Changqing's whole body, the dead bamboo leaves suddenly fluttered without wind.

...

North Los Angeles.

Inside an inn.

Chilian pushed open the dilapidated wooden window and set it up with a wooden staff. The sun poured in from the window. Under the sun, you can see floating dust flying.

"Sister Chilian, when will Uncle Jiang come to Beiluo?"

The lazy voice came from inside the room.

The white blue bird crouched in front of the chicks in a basket and asked while playing.

"It's been a few days, and adults are coming to Beiluo ..."

Chilian looked at the lively and prosperous Beiluocheng street outside the window, his eyes flickered slightly.

The enchanting figure leaned against the window and looked at Bai Qingniao, saying, "Blue bird, pack up, let's visit Lu Shaozhu on the lake island."

The white blue bird suddenly raised his head and froze.

As soon as the chicken cub Xiaofeng poked out her little head from her chest placket, she pulled her back and gasped slightly.

"Not waiting for Uncle Jiang?"

Bai Qingniao pouted ~ www.readwn.com ~ Chi Lian shook his head: "Wait ..."

"Adults came to Beijing, took over the duties of the Imperial City, and led the army to protect the Emperor. I'm afraid that there will be no time to come to Beiluo in a short time, but I will do my best to do what the adults have asked for.

White Bluebird was suddenly disappointed.

"Well, go and visit Master Beiluolu. What do I need to prepare?"

"Does Master Lu like drinking chicken soup? I can make him a bowl of chicken soup."

Bai Qingniao said: "I heard that Master Beiluolu has a bad temper, can I really worship at his door?"

"Sister Chilian, if I worship Bai Yujing, will I not see Uncle Jiang?"

The white blue bird kept talking.

After Chi Lian returned a sentence, she ignored her lazily and turned to look out the window.

Indeed, it is rumored that the master of North Luolu is unfathomable and has an unpredictable temper.

How can we impress Lu Shaozhu?

Chi Lian suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Bai Qingniu, and his gaze shifted over Bai Qingniu's bulging chest.

The white blue bird trembled, his head turned away, and his chest vigilantly covered.

Chilian's eyes waved, "Jade Bird, your chicken ... it's very good, maybe it won't impress Lu Shaozhu."

Bai Qingniu heard a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and choked Xiaofeng out.

"Do you take Xiaofeng for chicken soup? I can't get it ..."

The white bluebird pouted.

Xiao Fengyi, who was being pinched, was originally listless, pulling her head, and suddenly felt a cool wind passing, her chicken buttocks could not help tightening.

As soon as Chilian's face was black, was this girl full of chicken soup? !!

Can the value of this little chicken be measured by a bowl of chicken soup?

Also, when you are the master of North Luolu, do you have a bowl of chicken soup?

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