Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The plain voice, suppressed with excitement and complexity, lingered between the collapsed mountain gates.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

Nie Zhangqing walked slowly, with the butcher's knife hanging beside him, floating quietly.

The wind on the mountain blew his white shirt and black hair.

In the distance, a little Taoist boy ran into the Dao Zong Temple in a panic with his face full of horror.

Nie Zhangqing did not attack Xiaodaotong, but quietly raised his eyes to look out. The sun tore through the clouds and shone down from the sky, shining golden light on the ancient stairs of Daozong.

Nie Zhangqing didn't stop, and continued walking, and came to the stone archway engraved with the words "Zhixin Guan" of Daozong.

Behind the archway is Daozong's martial arts practice field, a large flat area, where many legendary warriors were born.

The former Nie Zhangqing also sweated profusely on the Daping.

Nie Zhangqing stepped into it step by step.

However, on the Daping, there were already hundreds of Taoist priests sitting cross-legged.

They either sat cross-legged on the bluestone, or sat under the pines and cypresses, or watched Nie Zhangqing in the shade.

Some people showed disdain for Nie Zhangqing.

Some people also expressed mixed emotions towards Nie Zhangqing.

For Nie Changqing, disciples of the Taoist sect would not be unfamiliar with it. After all, the incident back then had a huge impact, and it was one of the few topics in the Taoist sect comparable to what happened to Li Sansui.

"He dared to come back..."

"Did Senior Brother Han Lianxiao die at his hands... Such a cruel and merciless person should have been killed with a sword back then."

"Doing such a meager thing, and daring to go to the Taoist sect with great fanfare, is really shameless!"

...

The Taoist priests looked at Nie Changqing and sneered endlessly, with either jealousy or indifference in their tone.

Under an old pine tree, an old Taoist sat upright with his eyes closed,

Beside the old Taoist, there are several elderly Taoist priests, some are indifferent, some are cold, and some are glaring...

Look directly at Nie Zhangqing.

On the Daping, it suddenly became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Only the sound of Nie Zhangqing's steady footsteps lingered.

"Everyone, long time no see."

Nie Changqing, in a white shirt, spoke slowly.

No one answered him.

The old man sitting cross-legged under the pine tree opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Nie Changqing.

Suddenly he laughed.

He took out a torn letter from his thick sleeve, threw it out, and was entangled with energy, causing the soft letter paper to fly towards Nie Zhangqing.

Nie Zhangqing raised his hand and took the letter lightly.

Looking at the letter to his wife, which was torn into pieces, Nie Changqing's unshaven lips murmured, and finally, it turned into a sigh.

Sure enough, the son was right.

If you want to be reasonable, you have to convince these people first.

According to the son's temper.

Once you're convinced, it's easy to talk about the truth.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan suddenly felt his nose itchy, as if someone was whispering about him.

Rubbing his nose, Lu Fan picked up the bronze wine glass and took a sip of the wine. The sour taste of the wine flooded into his mouth, which lingered a thousand times.

"Xiao Ni, call Ning Zhao to come up."

Lu Fan said.

"Here."

With a pill in his mouth, Ni Yu answered vaguely, and then ran down the pavilion like a gust of wind.

Lu Fan's eyes fell on the spiritual pressure chessboard, wanting to take a look at the situation in the secret realm.

On the horizon of Beiluo Lake, the sun leaped out of the dense clouds, casting all kinds of brilliance, like a golden curtain opened.

Seems to think of something.

Lu Fan's mind moved, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

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

There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a Taoist priest in front of the temple.

"Old Nie... has joined the Taoist sect."

Lu Fan smiled and took a sip of his wine.

Soon, Ning Zhao came to Lu Fan in a white dress and bowed slightly.

"My son..."

Lu Fan waited and watched the situation in Taoist School, and said to Ning Zhao on the other side: "Go for a walk in the secret realm of Longmen, and try to break through to Ti Zang. If you fail to break through Ti Zang this time, you may be completely behind..."

Lu Fan said.

Ning Zhao was startled, and then her gaze became sharp and dignified. She bit her plump red lips and said firmly:

"The servant will definitely live up to the young master's expectations."

"Go."

Lu Fan waved his hand.

Ning Zhao turned around and went down the Baiyujing Pavilion.

In the distance, Lu Mudui and Lu Dongxuan who were making tea couldn't help looking over.

Ning Zhao took a step, and actually stepped onto Beiluo Lake. There was a vortex in the lake, and a dragon gate was suspended.

Lu Mu is very curious about the truth, and he really wants to find out.

However, Lu Fan never opened his mouth, and he didn't dare to enter without authorization.

Looking at Ning Zhao whose body gradually disappeared into the dragon gate, Jing Yue took a deep breath.

Suddenly.

In his ears, Lu Fan's faint voice wafted.

"You also go to the Dragon Gate..."

When Jing Yue heard the words, his face suddenly became happy.

Longmen is a secret realm arranged by the immortals. There is a fairy fate in the secret realm. If he can get a huge fairy fate, Jing Yue's strength will definitely increase. When he escapes, he can run faster!

"Thank you son!"

Jing Yue's face was full of joy.

After that, he turned around and wanted to leave the dragon gate.

However, after thinking about it, he ran to Ni Yu again, licking his face and begging for the Qi Gathering Pill.

Ni Yu was also generous and gave him two pills.

On the attic.

Lu Fan no longer waited and watched these things. He watched the affairs of Daozong while drinking.

Nie Zhangqing has a knot in his heart, and this knot has been held back for five years.

To Lu Fan, it didn't matter what the knot was, what was important was that it would be difficult for Nie Zhangqing to break through to a higher level if the knot wasn't removed.

Therefore, Lu Fan asked Nie Zhangqing to visit the Taoist sect to break his knot.

"Daozong..."

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched, leaning against the vermilion carved wooden railing, he smiled lightly.

...

"Who tore this letter?"

Nie Changqing's plain voice lingered throughout the Daping.

"So what if Nailao tore it up?"

The old Taoist sitting cross-legged under the pines, said.

The butcher's knife was hanging in front of Nie Zhangqing, he grabbed the handle of the knife and pointed it at the old man...

Nie Zhangqing's eyes gradually turned into coldness: "No, if you tear up my letter, I will cut off your hand that tears it up."

"presumptuous!"

The old man was furious.

A palm slapped on the body of the pine tree, shaking off the pine needles.

The surrounding Taoist priests also uttered angrily, "Rampant!"

Nie Changqing smiled, but didn't say much, but started to walk slowly again, slowly walking towards the old way, with the butcher's knife hanging down.

On the Daping, blue shirts flew up.

Six figures floated down and stood in front of Nie Zhangqing.

"Old Ten, retreat, retreat, nothing happened to my bento."

A Taoist in green shirt spoke with complicated emotions.

"Old Ten, for the sake of you and I practicing martial arts together... let's go back."

"Today is different from the past. Although you have a celestial fate, now you have a celestial fate and favor Daozong... You can't beat it."

Several Taoists also spoke.

"Let's go? Let me see who dares to let him go... All the disciples are retreating! Today, all disciples of Daozong listen to my arrangement!"

The old man said coldly.

"Leave him!"

"Disciples of Dao Sect... set up formation!"

The old man waved his hand.

"Here!"

On the Daping, many Taoists in green shirts walked and sat down in different positions.

Every Taoist in green shirts clasped their palms together, bursting out with energy and blood.

These qi and blood, pulled in different directions, seemed to form a strange force, densely covering the entire Daping, exuding a depressing atmosphere.

Ok?

On the island in the middle of the lake, Lu Fan's eyebrows on the pavilion suddenly raised.

The actions of many Taoist disciples made him curious.

"Is this... formation?"

This was the first time Lu Fan saw the formation. As expected of the Taoist sect that had been passed down for thousands of years, it really had some background.

Moreover, the formation...

It also gave Lu Fan some inspiration.

Above Taoism.

Nie Changqing's hair fluttered.

He looked at the six people standing in front of him.

He used to be the tenth of Daozong, and these six people were the third, fourth... to eighth of Daozong.

Han Lianxiao, the ninth member of Daozong, died in Beiluo City, and died peacefully.

"Everyone, I, Changqing Nie... just want to reunite with a small family, why do you stop me like this?"

"Five years..."

"It's time for me to take my wife home."

Nie Zhangqing said.

The six people standing in front of him could only sigh.

"Don't talk nonsense! Come on! Take down this villain!"

Under the pines, the old man burst into laughter.

The oppressive force of the formation formed by the gathering of the energy and blood of many Taoist priests in the Taoist sect suddenly fell on Nie Changqing.

boom!

Faintly, the gravel danced.

The six people who stopped Nie Zhangqing raised their weapons, including knives, guns, and bows...

Nie Zhangqing felt the pressure on his body.

smiled.

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

Nie Zhangqing was holding the butcher's knife.

Slowly took a step.

"Xianyuan..."

"I am a disciple of Bai Yujing, which is the greatest destiny."

Nie Zhangqing's voice lingered and resounded throughout Daping.

It was as if a thunderbolt had fallen, and there was a sudden explosion.

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

Just for a moment, Nie Changqing, who was originally a graceful scholar.

He turned into a peerless murderer who walked out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Wisps of light blue aura lingered around his body.

Reiatsu... release!

boom!

The oppression formed by Daozong's great formation was borne by Nie Zhangqing without changing his expression.

A strong wind blew across Daping.

Nie Zhangqing walked step by step, and walked up to the six outstanding disciples of Daozong.

An invisible spiritual pressure was released all over his body.

Let the six Taoist disciples tremble under his spiritual pressure.

finally……

Daozong Eighth couldn't bear it anymore, because his cultivation base was the weakest, so he was the fastest to kneel...

The sound of knees hitting the blue bricks of Daping was like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn.

A green-clothed Taoist with a longbow on his back took off the longbow with difficulty, put on a sharp arrow, and aimed at Nie Zhangqing tremblingly.

The third Taoist, Miao Renyu, is a poetic and picturesque name.

call out!

Arrow, shot.

Spinning at high speed, with terrifying penetrating power.

However, Nie Zhangqing did not hide or evade, and still walked forward.

When the arrow was within an inch of Nie Zhangqing, it stopped, and it was difficult to enter, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

Nie Changqing raised his hand slowly, and flicked the arrow with his fingers.

The arrow is crooked.

He turned the arrow, but aimed at the old Taoist who was sitting cross-legged under the green pine, on the blue stone mountain.

The arrow regained its speed and burst out, missing Miao Renyu's cheek by a hair, leaving a streak of blood on his cheek.

The arrow flicked its tail feathers.

Like a thunder that tore through the night, with a howling sound, it came straight to the face of the old man!