Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qing shirt is like a scholar, carrying a book box, there are several scrolls in the book box, the wooden shaft of the scroll popped out of the book box.

He rode on a horse and walked hard in the heavy snow.

Soon, I saw the towering city of Beiluo.

Beiluo City, one of the big moats on Saturday, has given the city far more status and meaning than Bai Yujing Lu's reputation.

Bai Yujing is located in Beiluo, and Lu Ping'an is also in Beiluo.

This city full of ages has become a sacred place in the minds of practitioners in the world.

Everyone knows Bai Yujing, but because Bai Yujing also knows Beiluo City.

Otherwise, the name of one of the six moats alone cannot be a city longed for and admired by the world.

Snow was flying overhead, and Sima Tsingtao was wrapped in a thick velvet robe, exhaling heat in his mouth.

He was a little excited and looked forward.

On the official road, there are many people around, but Sima Qingshan does not feel lonely.

Traveled all the way to the gate.

Sima Qingshan's face was a little flushed with redness, and the Dragon Blood Army guarding the city took a look at him, released it after a few cross-examinations.

When the dragon's blood crystals of the city guarded Sima Qing shirt, Sima Qing shirt was watching them.

If before that, the world was only in awe of Beiluo because of Bai Yujing, then now the existence of the Dragon Blood Army makes the world awe in Beiluo.

This is a very powerful city.

One city arrives at the powerful city of one county.

In terms of combat power, the other five cities of the six moats combined may not be Beiluo's opponents.

He led the horses into Beiluo City, with a strong and haunting spirit, like a fairyland, with hawkers hawking in the snow.

The smell of food permeated the air.

This is a prosperous and peaceful city, with order and ease, people can't help but think of some settlement.

"It's a personal destination."

Sima Tsingtao was emotional.

However, instead of staying in the city, he took a horse, asked passers-by, and headed for Beiluo Lake.

Today, three days have passed.

Lu Ping is also about to start preaching. He doesn't seem to miss this rare opportunity.

Beiluo Lake is not difficult to find. After all, many practitioners are like a stream of people and gather to the shore of Beiluo Lake.

I came to the lake and looked at the misty aura on the lake. Although the sky was snowing, the lake surface was not only frozen, but the lake water released strange heat.

The snowflakes fell on the water and melted directly.

Looking at the misty lake, Sima Qingshan couldn't help remembering the previous Nanjin City.

The picture of Nie Changqing blocking a white shirt in front of him.

In the wave of the hand, the sword air was vertical and horizontal, turning into a shadow of a sword, and the brute soldiers who invaded the city were easily defeated.

At that time, it was the most shocking thing for Sima Qingshan. The other side understood that the practitioner was so strong and became a practitioner that he could do many things that he wanted to do before but was unable to do.

He was a man of immortality, entered the mysterious land of immortality, received gifts from immortals, and realized the painting.

He felt that he was the one selected and had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Sima Qingshan came to the lake, but already crowded with people, there was no place to stay on the lake.

There is not even a boat at the lakeside pier, so many practitioners who want to ferry to the island are confused.

There were originally ships on the dock, but they were all ordered to be taken away by Lu Changkong.

Lu Fan doesn't care about these things.

But Lu Changkong had to manage it.

Can't get on the island.

Many practitioners are anxious, so they chose to find a foothold, swept away the snow there, and sat cross-legged.

Someone jumped directly onto the pier of the pier and sat on it.

A practitioner practiced sitting cross-legged, raised his head, and looked up at Huxin Island, as if looking forward to something.

Sima Tsing arrived late and could hardly find any place to stay. If she really had to sit cross-legged, she might have to line up one or two miles away.

If it's so far away, I'm afraid the daylily is cold.

"Borrowed, let it be."

A girl's voice sounded.

Sima Qing shirt turned sideways subconsciously.

But a girl in a white dress carrying a black pot was holding a basket and passed through the crowd. Next to the girl, a man with a sword also slowly followed the basket full of medicinal materials.

"Ah? Why is the ship gone?"

Ni Yu looked at the empty pier with a grimace.

"It should be because the son is about to preach, so he put away the boat."

Jing Yue Road.

"No problem, I'll take you to the island."

Jing Yue smiled.

Later, the medicinal material in his hand was put down, and **** were pressed on the hilt.

Sedum sword, out of the sheath!

There was a snoring sound, and there was a faint sharp air permeating all around, letting the heavy snow fall like a slight obstruction.

Sword Qi Rulong cut the air and disturbed Xue Yu.

"go."

Jing Yue laughed.

A basket was holding Ni Yu in one hand and stepped out.

Jing Tianjian fell into the water and shot out in suspension. Jing Yue lifted a bit of aura in the Dantian, stepped on the water for several steps, landed on Jing Tianjian, slipped into the deep fog of the lake, and disappeared.

The practitioners on the lake are amazed.

The excitement of some family members was red, the ears were red, and the practitioners formed by some Hanmen children were also shocked.

Sima Qingshan's eyes lightened slightly.

"Is Bai Yujing a disciple?"

Think about it.

Sima Qingshan seemed to have a flash of light in his mind.

He squeezed to the shore of the lake because the crowd made some practitioners a little dissatisfied and angry.

"Squeeze what? Squeeze behind and come back consciously!"

This is a family son, who was hit by the waist of Sima Qingshan and was a little angry.

Sima Qingshan hurried to accompany him. In the distance, several children of Hanmen beckoned towards Sima Qingshan and asked him to stand there.

Sima Qing shirt froze with a smile on his face and squeezed into the children of Hanmen.

Greetings to these people continued, was to put down the book box in place, and take out a scroll scroll from it.

He also took out a writing brush.

Many practitioners around looked at Sima Qingshan in doubt.

Sima Qingshan's clothes were worn out, and patches were patched in many positions. It also seemed that they were from the cold door, so these cold door children felt that they had to help.

"Xiongtai, are you going to paint in the snow and record this spiritual event?"

A child of Hanmen asked curiously.

Sima Qingshan heard a whisper, but holding a brush, she picked up the book box again and shook her head and smiled.

He pointed with a brush and pointed at the lake's island in the thick fog.

"I want to go to the island to hear Lu Shao closer."

Then came the words.

Everyone around was stunned.

The original son who scolded Sima Qingshan even laughed.

I just felt that Sima Qing shirt was whimsical.

How can I enter the island without a ship?

While Sima Qingshan didn't explain much, he looked at the rippling lake heart island, showing a smile of expectation.

The aura surged, and the majestic coercion suddenly released from him.

Suddenly, it swept across the shore of Beiluo Lake.

The dragon blood soldiers in charge of the guard were shocked, and looked at Sima Qing shirt inconceivably.

However, a funnel-like Aura vortex emerged from the top of Sima Qingshan's head.

The scroll unfolded and actually floated in the air.

Sima Qingshan held a pen with a smile and took Reiki as ink, but saw that the nib appeared in ink.

Writing on the white scroll, the pen walks like a dragon.

Flicked like a thick ink splash.

"The boat comes."

Sima Qing shirt smiled lightly.

In the aura of shaking, in the scroll, a flat boat suddenly threw out like ink and landed on Beiluo Lake.

Everyone took a breath, because the lake really floated a flat boat.

The flat boat is not real color, but like ink color.

Splash ink come true?

Sima Qingshan put away the scrolls and writing brushes, jumped out, and landed on a lone boat across an arc in the air.

The lone boat was rippling with his body, and disappeared into the dense fog.

The shore was silent.

After that, it was fried!

"My God ... this poor painter is actually an overhaul!"

"It's awesome, it's a magical method, the paintbrush is like a god!"

"The world of practitioners, curious!"

...

"Buzz" discussions among practitioners are ongoing.

If they say that Jing Yue Yu Jian's picture of crossing the lake surprised them, the picture of the poor painter Sima Qing shirt and splashing ink into a flat boat shocked him.

The children of the family who had originally blamed Sima Qingshan even turned pale.

Unexpectedly, a poor painter was actually a hidden major practitioner.

As for the children of Hanmen, they were surprised that their mouths could not be closed, and soon, their eyes flashed with excitement.

Looking at each other, clenched their fists.

It turns out that Hanmen can also repair pedestrians!

They certainly can!

Sima Qing shirt stood on the ink-colored flat boat, swayed and dipped into the dense fog. At once, the picture in front of him looked like another village in the dark and bright, and a huge island shrouded in dense fog emerged.

Like a fairyland on earth, the beauty of the scenery alone is better than March on earth.

Island on the lake.

Under the Bai Yujing Pavilion.

The crowd sat.

Lu Dongxuan and Lu Mu looked for a piece of bluestone and sat down with their knees crossed.

Ning Zhaohe Yiyue also found a place to sit down.

There are also Lu Changkong, Luo Yue, Gong Yuyu and others, all waiting quietly.

Xie Yunling also rushed from Daoge. After all, the son preached, how could he miss it? Xie Yunling also brought Li Sansui, who was in a robe and quietly followed Xie Yunling.

The strong aura permeated in the air made Li Sanshiu bathe in a fairyland.

She lifted her head, and the bright jaw flickered under the glory, and she looked at the fluttering figure in the attic.

The latter leaned on the fence to listen to the snow and enjoy the scenery of the lake, cozy and chic.

There was tumult in the Longmen.

There seems to be a figure, stepping out from the dragon gate.

All practitioners in the world are gathered in Beiluo.

...

Compared with the elegance and leisure of Beiluo Lake.

Toyo-gun is a hellish scene on earth.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the dawn dawn seemed like a sharp sword, cutting the sky.

On the tower of Mori Castle in Dongyang-gun.

A figure stood as if it were connected to the sky, but in the thin body, a terrifying deterrence erupted.

Master, keep the gate!

This person is not someone else, it is the state teacher Kong Xiu.

He stood on top of the city tower, above his head, and gathered in a mighty spirit, which seemed to form a huge whirlpool between them.

He spoke with promise, every word was like a god.

If the mouth hangs over the river, Hao Ran's righteousness makes the guards on the tower rise, the blood boils, eliminating fatigue, and the war will tremble.

The homes behind them, they come to guard!

Yang Mu drew his sword from his waist, screaming constantly.

Dongyi's undead rushed to the top of the city, and was quickly flung down by the disregarding defenders, both of which twisted and fell down the tower.

Both are broken and broken bones, making it impossible for undead to climb the city walls.

This is a brutal and extreme war.

The soldiers in Dongyang County may not be as powerful as the army of the practitioners, but their blood is not less, and their blood flow against the enemy is drifting.

On the face there was blood from the urn, and the Master's Confucian shirt was red.

However, the Master did not retreat in the slightest.

Instead, the body image is getting taller and taller.

The Master looked at the Dongyi Army.

Between the beards, Zhang opened his mouth slowly, holding the bluestone of the city tower with his hands, and a sudden surge of anger suddenly pressed down.

As a result, many Dongyi soldiers retreated, and their war intentions were eliminated.

Except for those who died in Dongyi, they rushed up the tower without fear of death.

Fight with Dongyang garrison.

Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, and the master guarded the country. How could he escape?

Therefore, he put away the bronze hexagram, and obtained a sword, swinging his sword in the tower.

With the blessing of the Master ’s magnanimity, the situation seems to have reversed, and the defending city that was almost to be broken at this moment ... keep it!

Yang Mu was very excited, and he looked at the Master with admiration.

however……

The Master's face was extremely solemn.

Following the master's gaze, Yang Mu looked into the distance, where there was a burly figure wrapped in a black robe, fingers crossed, walking elegantly.

The burly man looked at the Dongyi people who were retreating from the tower, without a slight change in his face.

He looked at the Master, and his eyes were surprised.

"The power of will ..."

"Non-practitioners can actually cultivate such a powerful willpower ..."

The burly man does not know anything about Hao Ranqi, but in fact, Hao Ranqi is a force of will, and the Master is the creator of Hao Ranqi, so his urging and use of Hao Ranqi is naturally the best.

"Mr. Yang Shou, you guard the tower."

The Master suddenly said.

Afterwards, the master in the Confucian shirt turned around and walked down the city tower.

The sword in Mo Tianyu's hand was stained with blood, but he rushed to follow him.

Yang Mu was stationed in the tower. He didn't know what the Master was going to do, but he knew that at this moment, the Master was fighting alongside them!

"kill!"

"Don't break Dongyi, don't return home!"

On the tower, Dongyang soldiers under the influence of Hao Ran's righteousness waved the weapons in their hands and roared.

The gate of the tower opened slowly.

The Master walked slowly, his thin and old body, and the wind candle old, as if to fall to the ground at any time.

Behind him, the army went out with the master.

They waved their weapons and shouted to kill.

Only the Master is left in the eyes of the burly.

"It's interesting, mortals ... dare to challenge the practitioners?"

The burly man laughed, his posture was very elegant, and he kept his elegant posture all the time.

He raised his hand and waved gently.

The Dongyi people behind them suddenly rushed out.

The Master and the burly man looked at each other, and suddenly they were the only ones left.

"Practitioner ..."

The Master murmured, and then laughed.

The end of the era of the "Zhuzi Baijia" is in the hands of practitioners.

Although there was no chance to fight Lu Ping'an.

but……

Nowadays, Kong Xiu can be regarded as meeting practitioners directly.

Originally, at the age of Kong Xiu, he should not have such boiling blood, but the soldiers and soldiers seen on the tower were not afraid of death, and the picture of guarding the country gate made the blood that had been silent for too long in his body and began to boil. And hot.

Once upon a time, his Kong Xiu also used the sword to go to the end of the world, with a blood of enthusiasm, a Confucian shirt went to hundreds of schools, overwhelmed by hundreds of schools.

Looking at this practitioner.

Kong Xiu laughed.

He recited the poems in his mouth, slowly walked forward, and moved in the battlefield.

Directly in front of the Dongyi Army, the original dive action was faintly delayed.

Because, at the forefront of the Dongyang Army, the old man in a Confucian shirt seemed to be under tremendous pressure while walking.

The poems and verses chanted and chanted, circulated over the battlefield, made Dongyi people lose their blood and war.

There is invisible pressure, making Dongyi people feel that their hearts are being lifted, as if out of breath.

The Master took a step.

The Dongyi Army actually took a step back in front of the old man's step.

The burly man narrowed his eyes.

"Really strong will."

He raised his hand.

Gently wave.

The ground began to crack, and numerous thorns pierced from the ground.

The master must have his hair fluttering, and his shirt is hunting.

However, he was not afraid, as if there was no fear of the dead body and blood in front of him.

He recited the poems in his mouth.

The ground was cracked, and soil thorns lay between them.

The Master is still moving forward, the soil thorns can't hit him, and the ground crack can't shake his body.

Burly, his gaze shrank.

He didn't believe in evil, and waved his hands, the energy in his body surged.

The land burst out with dense spurs.

however……

In the soil spur, a thin and old figure walked out slowly. The thin figure in the soil stab left a trace of blood.

However, the Master is still chanting in his mouth.

For burly people, the gap between mortals and practitioners is like a **** of nature.

However, at this moment ... the old man now feels to him, as if to use the power of a mortal to fight for the practitioners!

The burly was a little angry.

He investigated the absence of practitioners in Dongyang-gun.

However, such a role came out.

"Since ... want to die, that's all for you."

The burly man froze coldly.

He raised his hand.

Rumble ...

The earth cracked and turned into two huge hemispheres.

Under the burly palms of the burly man.

Hemisphere, suddenly squeezed!

Boom!

It was as if a quake had occurred.

The master's body was instantly engulfed.

"kill!"

The burly man waved.

The Dongyi Army behind them suddenly yelled and rushed to the Dongyang Army.

Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, and he stared at the clay ball. This is the power of the practitioner, and he can actually control the boulder!

Master's physical body, how to stop? !!

however……

The clay ball shattered, and the master's figure walked out of the crack.

The Confucian shirt was a bit broken and blood stained his body, but the master's face was smiling.

The smile suddenly changed.

The Master looked at the Dongyi Army that came in.

Hao Ran's head suddenly oppressed.

There was a loud drink in the mouth!

Ru shirt swept between.

The Dongyi Army was completely frustrated by the mighty pressure of war, and all stopped. Even in a breath, these Dongyi Army turned their heads away and fled.

Hao Ran's righteousness resembled a cloud of air, turning it into a big palm ~ www.readwn.com ~ The master must have his hair spread, recite poems and articles, and look directly at the burly man.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness!"

Master drink!

Stunned.

The palm formed by the mighty righteousness between heaven and earth immediately covered the head of that burly man.

Secretly, the burly people felt a sense of oppression.

Between battlefields.

The master retired tens of thousands of troops at once, and covered the pedestrians with a drink!

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