Building The Ultimate Fantasy

On Beiluo Lake.

The Reiki Storm began to stop gradually. Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair and floated quietly on the lake.

He moved his mind and called up the system panel.

Host Lufan

Title Gas Refiner (Permanent)

Gas refining layers 3 (4 layers progress 1156/10000 strands)

Soul Strength 100 (can be exchanged for 13)

Physical strength 10 (convertible 10)

Reiki 86

Disposable "sex" 1083 points

Lu Fan looked at the system panel, but saw that the total amount of reiki that progressed into the fourth layer in the column of gas refining layer is constantly changing.

In a blink of an eye, there will be four or five more strands.

Obviously, in this Reiki storm, he raised a lot of Reiki, and it can be said that he made a lot of money.

This blink of an eye can enhance the feeling of many auras, which can only be described with one word, cool.

It's like looking at the deposit in your bank account, blinking a few hundred dollars and blinking a few hundred more.

That kind of refreshing is like a hot summer ice-cream!

Lu Fan almost exhausted his aura because of the release of his aura. At this time, he began to recover quickly.

Although it is said that the origin of the plane is condensed, the Aura Storm has swept the world.

but……

After all, there is still a natural wonder in the world.

Not everyone can condense aura in Dantian to become a practitioner.

Therefore, the growth rate of Lu Fan's Reiki is not too exaggerated.

However, there are many.

In a short period of time, it has increased by nearly two or three thousand. In other words, during the Reiki storm, at least a thousand practitioners were born in the whole Zhou Dynasty, plus the discounts obtained by the overlord, Nie Changqing and others who condensed Aura. On commission, the increase in the amount of this aura is still considerable.

Lu Fan did not continue to pay attention to these.

Because I keep blinking, it doesn't make much sense.

He was so relieved that he retracted the system panel.

A beating silk thread emerged from the eyes, spanning a long distance, watching the side battles.

Instead of killing these wanderers, he stayed, just to give Nie Changqing, Overlord and others a chance to exercise.

There is no motivation without stress.

Today's Wuhuang continent is still a low-level military, and it is necessary to have a physical presence in order to enter Zhongwu.

These wanderers are the source of motivation for Nie Changqing and others.

Lu Fan is not worried.

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

...

South County.

The burly man transformed by the soil slowly retracted his gaze at the sky.

He is different from Buddhist monks and blond men.

He is more sensitive to the energy induction between heaven and earth, perceiving that this world seems to have more "sexual" energy.

It was a state of being on the verge of advancing.

However, the burly man did not choose to escape, and he did not have to escape ... After all, this was just a terracotta figure.

With his fingers crossed and his chest folded, he is an elegant person, a cautious person.

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

Because he was very cautious, this body was just a clone he had condensed with his skills.

far away.

The people bathed in the Reiki storm opened their eyes.

Sima Qingshan stood on the tower of Nanjin City, and his mouth was slightly raised, and "Lu" smiled.

The aura in Qidan floated out.

After that ...

The blank scroll behind him slowly unfolded.

Sima Qingshan held the pen and used the rain as the ink to splash ink on the blank scroll.

Sima Qingshan, who entered the realm of Tibetan body, became more and more aura, and between paintings.

The burly figure-like burly man feels once again pulled into a world.

This is a world of beautiful mountains and rivers.

Although the scenery is beautiful, it is disturbing.

"You guys, kill the enemy."

Upstairs.

The clothes on Sima Qing's shirt screamed, and he began to speak slowly.

Tang Yimo twisted his neck and made a sound of skeletal collision. Because of the aura of bathing, the injury caused by his eight-veined armor was already healed.

"Good job."

Tang Yimo picked a corner and praised the means of Sima Qing shirt.

Opening the second pulse again, the hair turned upside down, the blue tendons appeared on the surface of his skin, and the body burst out "shot" instantly.

The manic qi and blood were wrapped in aura, as if a huge boulder fell down from the mountain, and he was hammered **** the burly man who was incarnate.

The burly man awoke from the blockade of the scroll.

Opened his eyes slightly.

The stormy attack hit him, and the constant bombardment made his body weirdly twisted.

He slowly raised his hand, trying to resist.

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

but……

A stab of sword stabbed from a distance, like an awl drilled into a rag sack and torn directly.

The lifted arm of the clay figurine was cut off by the sword ...

The cut is smooth.

Jing Yue held Jing Tianjian with a smile on his face.

His sword is getting stronger!

boom!

The earth was trembling violently, the body of the pottery figurine was smashed and blasted, and finally turned into thousands of mud and spilled the earth.

Tang Yimo fell to the ground, the whole person was like a piece of coke, and the rain falling in the sky fell on him, and all was transpired into white gas.

He stood up, waving his fist, and his arms were densely spread like dragons.

"kill!"

The words were sloppy and loud.

The army of Nanjun, and many Nanfu army, looked at Tang Yimo with enthusiasm.

They waved their swords in the rain curtain and shouted tearing the rain curtain.

"kill!"

Under the deafening roar, in the honking drums on Nanjin City.

The South County Army launched a charge.

Without the burly han, the Nanban army could not resist the vigorous Nanjun army.

The rain seemed to be stained with blood.

This is a shocking rout.

The Nanman army left densely packed corpses, and fled back and forth to the Nanman territories. In this battle, many tribes of Nanman gathered, but it was such a tragic end.

The vitality was severely injured, and I was afraid that I would no longer be able to harass South County in a short time.

Xie Yunling and Daoge's many disciples stowed the Dafa.

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

Sima Qingshan also stepped down from the tower.

Jiansheng Huadongliu found Jing Yue, patted Jing Yue's shoulder, and the two sides came together.

The rain drenched Tang Yimo and drenched him, but Tang Yimo was solemn and solemn. He stepped back and folded his fists towards everyone.

"I, Tang Yimo, on behalf of Nanjun, thank you for your help."

Xie Yunling smiled and looked at Jian Sheng Hua Dongliu.

"Tang Commander doesn't need to be like this. Daoge and Jiange were originally located in the South County. It is difficult for the South County. How can I escape the world?"

Xie Yunling smiled.

"Thank you, Bai Yujing for your help." Tang Yimo looked at Jing Yue again, arching.

Jing Yue smiled.

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

Wuhu "chaos" week, it was a national disaster.

How can he retreat when he Jingyue?

Sima Qingshan was carrying a scroll, holding a "hair" pen, looking at Tang Yimo, frowning, "Tang commander, although the Nanban army retreated, but ... I have an instinct that the burly man did not die."

"The crisis has not resolved."

Sima Tsing Shan Road.

Because of the practice of painting, Sima Qingshan's soul strength is very strong. The painting is similar to Lufan's chess game.

Tang Yimo stared at his head, but was not too worried. He glanced at the dense barbarian corpse left in the battlefield and took a deep breath, saying, "Anyway, the Nanban army has been completely defeated. This person is not afraid to make a comeback If I can, I would like to kill into Nanban's hinterland and kill this person so as not to suffer later. "

"However, in case of fraud, I still don't chase it. At least, Nannan, one of the five huhus, is not to be feared."

"But ... what's changed just now?"

Tang Yimo recalled the moment when heaven and earth had transformed, and he was solemn and doubtful.

Xie Yunling was holding his hand, his hair was contaminated with cold rainwater. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Beiluo City, taking a deep breath.

"The boy stopped fighting for three months, and now ... the world is changing, and the aura is surging. Is it the boy's handwriting?"

Xie Yunling's words silenced everyone present.

Only heavy breathing lingered around.

Tang Yimo looked at Beiluo City, remembering the terrible atmosphere he felt when he stood on the shore of Beiluo Lake.

His face shivered.

Maybe ... Xie Yunling is true.

The one in Bai Yujing ...

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

...

A Tatar tribe.

Above the altar.

A burly figure wrapped in a black robe, slowly took off the hood, "Lu" showed a slightly painful face.

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

"The master of this low-world world is too mysterious. It can actually arouse the origin of cohesion. What is his strength?"

The burly man stood on the altar and wiped the rain off his face.

Beneath the altar, a barbaric man with a blind eye worshiped like a tool man and stood with a bamboo stick.

The burly man is hesitant now.

Because at this moment, he faces two choices.

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

The other is to take the initiative to attack.

but……

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

"No, I have to glimpse the strength of the face-lord, I have to enter the big week!"

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

The South couldn't break in, then ...

Opening the gap from the east, the Dongyi tribe that he subdued, can come in handy.

...

West County, Tigers pass the border.

The killing spirit pervaded.

The sky was flying with snow, and the bodies on the ground were stacked white.

Nie Changqing was dressed in Reiki armor, hunted in a white shirt, and the snowflakes fell on his forehead. He could be smashed by the invisible airflow, holding a pig-knife in his hand, and walked towards the blond man.

"Outer world demons ... succeed."

Nie Changqing said calmly.

He did not have any communication with the blond man, nor did they need to have any communication.

Fighting between life and death, the war is over.

Regarding Nie Changqing, the blond man was still a little bit frightened.

After all, Nie Changqing's strength is already close to high-quality building.

It is not much different from him, except that the power of "sex" has not yet been derived.

The blond man glowed with light and turned into a naked man.

Holding in his hand a lightsaber spraying the light.

His eyes looked around.

He was looking for the Lord of the Plane, and he was afraid that the Lord of the Plane would hide in the darkness and suddenly hit him.

Nie Changqing killed.

The pig-knife flew out of nowhere, the shadow of the knife condensed, and the sword was free.

The sharp knife gas cut the sand and gravel on the ground into debris.

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

In front of them, they seem to be reduced to a special field.

The terrible cutting force keeps colliding.

The pigsword and lightsaber are like bombing each other!

No snow in the sky could fall into it.

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

Nie Changqing was as angry as Changhong. The pig-knife was buzzing constantly, and the ground was cut out of traces.

The blond man was very irritable.

Both he and the Buddhist monk saw the face-lord, and might use them as stepping stones for Nie Changqing and others to train and train Nie Changqing.

How can they bear it?

It has been humiliating to be a wanderer, but now they come to invade the world, but still suffer such insult and suppression!

As an intruder, do n’t you even have a little dignity?

Nie Changqing hunted in a white shirt.

Constantly controlling the pig killing knife, a lot of sword marks appeared on the aura armor on the body surface. It was the sword energy thinned out by the lightsaber and chopped him, but was blocked by the aura armor formed by the five internal organs. Already.

The killing of the pig knife and lightsaber.

A sword-like sword-like impact.

Around, the shouting and killing on the battlefield became more and more fierce, and the Xiliang Iron rode and killed without fear of death. Xiang Jiajun was as god-assisted as the army of ghosts and the peacock kingdom was completely suppressed.

And the other side.

The overlord left, his body twitched a lot of magic, and the black axe in his hands seemed to have the power of the mighty, severely beheaded at the evil Buddha.

when!

The evil buddha clasped his hands, and the golden Buddha statue with blood and tears blocked it.

A crisp sound was made, and the palm of the evil Buddha was moved. In the next moment, the gold "color" Buddha image was soaked with blood, poured into the blood "liquid" and turned into blood "color".

"Just treat me as a stepping stone! Seek death!"

The evil buddha's gaze "exposed" the fierceness and tyranny.

His palms rolled up the string of beads hanging around his neck, and he slammed hard and "clicked", the string of beads was broken.

However, the broken Buddha beads did not spill on the ground.

Instead, it was shot by the evil Buddha, and all the beads quickly exploded and shot at the overlord.

The overlord raised the blood shield.

Boom boom!

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

The overlord landed and took two steps back. The evil Buddha moved, and he "forced" to approach the overlord instantly.

"The poor monk is the pinnacle of building foundations. Your demon head has just entered the building foundations. What makes you so inflated!"

The monk drank.

This drink is like a tongue thunder, and the overlord who drinks it is dizzy for a while.

The Buddhist monk smashed his punches continuously, and the punches hit the blood shield.

Each punch seems to be able to fly away from the sand.

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

"You are a demon, I am a Buddha, a Buddha crossing the demon, it is the truth of heaven!"

The Buddhist monk continued to sing and drink, chanting in his mouth, like vomiting blood lotus in his mouth.

however.

Buddhist monks are fierce, and overlords are even fiercer.

The Aura Vortex, which originally turned clockwise, suddenly stagnated.

Afterwards, began to slowly reverse circulation.

Shake off the blood shield.

The monk banged the overlord's burly chest with a punch, his chest was slightly sunken, and his back was blasted with air.

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

The Buddhist monk stared.

The overlord roared.

Injury for injury.

An elbow hit the head of the Buddhist monk, who smashed the latter and flew out dozens of meters.

The overlord played blood "sex", and the magic gas was thick and sticky.

Armed with a mighty power, his enchantment tangled around him and rushed towards the Buddhist monk.

The buddhist monk bounced from the ground, and the blood buddha behind him gave a slap.

Overlord does not hide.

Insincerely took this palm.

Blood spurted from his mouth, and at the same time, the black axe in his hand swept over the Buddhist monk, and he made a wide wound on the buddha's chest!

The Buddhist monk is a little embarrassed. This person ... is really unreasonable, how can there be such a very unreasonable fight?

The overlord does not evade the Buddhist monks' attack. As long as the Buddhist monks attack, the overlord immediately carries the attack and beats the Buddhist monks ...

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

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

"Buddhism?"

"You're crossing, come on!"

Overlord has no fear at all.

The monk was beaten with no momentum. Although he was the top of the foundation, there was no way to take overlords.

Fierce afraid of being scared, scared of being scared, and scared of death.

Overlord is the kind of lifeless.

The Buddhist monk is not as powerful as the overlord, and after being chopped a few axes, the state is to fall rapidly.

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

The monk punched the overlord, and the overlord gave him a punch.

The monk's jaws were swollen, his nose was blue, his face was swollen, and his blood flowed ...

He could not recite the Buddha's name in his mouth.

The palms of Namaste are shaking.

The Buddhist monk felt a bit sad.

He, a wanderer, has not even encountered the Lord of the Plane ... is he going to die?

Buddha, what should I do?

The Buddhist monk had a blue and swollen face, and looked at the snowy sky with some bleakness.

Huh!

The overlord exploded, sweeping his axe in his hand.

Suddenly ...

Buddhist monk's blood stained snow.

A head sprinted into the air.

Overlord looks like a torch.

In order to prevent the Buddhist monks from condensing their heads again, the overlord rose to the ground and his burly body burst into the snow.

The head was blown with a punch!

Bai Xue was stained with red blood.

Fluttering from heaven and earth, spilled.

The body of the Buddhist monk who had lost his head stood in place ~ www.readwn.com ~ The cold red "color" snow drifted over his body.

The body of the monk and Buddha stood still, their palms crossed.

The overlord landed, panting.

Stunned.

Overlord's pupil shrinks.

I saw ...

An unwilling soul fluttered from the corpse.

The twisted buddha's soul, staring viciously at the overlord ...

"The devil's demon head will one day ... Buddha, other devil, one day, you will become a headless body like a poor monk!

The monk's venomous curse made the overlord's eyes fixed.

On Beiluo Lake.

With one hand on his chin and one hand on the wheelchair guard, Lu Fan lightly frowned.

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

This catch.

As if over a long distance.

Before the tiger went round.

The disgusting cursing of the Buddhist monk's soul was abrupt.

Because, above his head, there was a condensed palm that fell out of thin air.

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