Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Tang Xiansheng left Nanjun and went to the Imperial Capital.

The entire South County is now controlled by Tang Xiansheng's eldest son, Tang Baiyun, the future heir of the Tang family.

Without Tang Xiansheng's suppression, Tang Baiyun finally felt the taste of control.

However, Tang Baiyun was not too obsessed with this feeling, but spent all his time and energy on excavating the secret realm of Longmen and training the Nanfu Army. He even had ambitions to train the Nanfu Army into a Loyal to his private army.

Breaking the terracotta warriors can obtain spiritual energy, and this is only a corner of the secret realm of Longmen. If you pass the chain bridge and board the floating island, will there be greater chances?

However, he ordered people to cross the floating island once.

As soon as the two masters stepped onto the chain bridge, their heads flew into the air in the blink of an eye, and their bodies fell to the cliff.

Tang Baiyun didn't even see clearly how the two masters died, so Tang Baiyun was frightened.

He also understood that with the current strength of the Nanfu army, it was impossible to cross this iron chain bridge. Even if the whole army attacked, they would only end up being annihilated.

Perhaps, when Tang Yimo comes back, there will be some opportunities.

late at night.

Tang Baiyun was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, his eyes were looking at the ground, and his mind was slightly distracted.

"Tang Yimo..."

Suddenly, Tang Baiyun clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth with jealousy and resentment in his teeth.

Tang Yimo's cultivation as a practitioner made him extremely jealous.

Today's Tang Baiyun is also considered a cultivator... However, he lacks the practice method, so he is not considered a thorough practitioner.

But Tang Yimo is different. Tang Yimo has an orthodox practice method, which can even greatly increase the combat effectiveness.

"Report..."

Just when Tang Yimo was thinking about how to get the practice method from Tang Yimo.

Outside the door, a soldier in armor came quickly.

"Reporting to the eldest son, someone is asking to see you."

The soldier quickly opened his mouth and said.

"The man said that if you present this object to the eldest son, you can let it go."

As the soldier said, he handed Tang Baiyun a strange, roughly carved wooden statue.

Tang Baiyun narrowed his eyes.

After taking over the statue, the workmanship of this statue is rough, but it has a rough and primitive meaning.

"Let go, let that person in."

Tang Baiyun said.

The soldiers bowed their hands and left the room.

not for a while.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure completely wrapped in black robe stepped into the room and came in front of Tang Baiyun.

There was a faint, weird laughter lingering in the room.

...

Sword Saint Hua Dongliu, Yijian Dongliu, although he is a member of the Sword School, but he is not as divided as the Sword School's strength, carrying a sword box on his back, and hiding several swords in the box.

He only has one sword, an old sword that has been with him for decades.

Although the sword is old, it is still sharp.

Now that Gong Shuyu, Xie Yunling and Hua Dongliu had made their decision, they went down to Mount Zhongnan together.

The three of them found three carriages, and slowly swayed towards Beijun. They were not in a hurry to enter Beiluo immediately, but went to Beijun first.

When Sword Saint Hua Dongliu left Zhongnan Mountain, the entire Zhongnan Sword Sect also became active.

Many Sword Sect disciples descended from Zhongnan Mountain one after another and headed north.

Tiandang Mountain, Daozong.

A young man in green shirts is carrying a bull on his back, and he returns slowly.

Li Sansi looked at the cloud-shrouded Tiandang Mountain with mixed feelings. He climbed up the ancient stairs, led the green bull, and walked up step by step.

The broken mountain gate still has knife marks.

Li Sansi stared, stretched out his hand to caress the broken mountain gate, the knife marks on it.

A faint image flashed in front of his eyes, as if a person was walking from the foot of the mountain step by step with firm steps, and split open the mountain gate blocking him.

"Old ten?"

Li Sansi had complicated emotions.

After all, it has come to this step, but it is not surprising.

A grievance needs to be settled after all.

Set foot on the mountain gate Daping,

Many Taoists who were tidying up saw Li Sansi's figure, and after being slightly stunned, many people became excited.

"Brother Sansi is back!"

"Daozong is back for the first time!"

"It can be regarded as a return. It would be great if I came back earlier, so that someone can stop Nie Zhangqing."

The disciples of Daozong were very excited, but also very lonely.

They used to have the arrogance and self-confidence of a hundred schools of thought.

However, on that day, one person with one knife smashed their arrogance and self-confidence to pieces.

Li Sansi was slightly stunned, he didn't expect such a big reaction when he came back.

He nodded with a smile, and let Dao Tong take his green bull away, while he went up to Zhaxing Peak and walked towards the bamboo building.

"My Taoist sect...also has Dragon Gate?"

Li Sansi looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Longmen, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

But above the dragon gate, dense fog gathered, and soon, it turned into the figure of Li Sansui.

Li Sansui dressed up as a Taoist nun, raised his hand, and the cloud suddenly pressed down, turning into a cloud dragon, depressing and terrifying.

"You finally know you're back."

Li Sansui looked at Li Sansi and said.

Yunlong swooped down suddenly, with unstoppable ferocity.

Li Sansi put his hands behind his back, smiled, and gently raised the wooden sword he was holding.

Yunlong roared, but Li Sansi just tapped the wooden sword on the tip of Yunlong's nose, covering the entire Xingxing Peak, and the huge Yunlong shattered inch by inch.

The gust of wind came whistling, blowing Li Sansui's Taoist robe fluttering continuously.

"That's right, the Ninth Stage Qi Pill Realm..."

Li Sansi smiled lightly.

Sitting in front of the dragon gate, Li Sansui's pupils constricted, as if feeling incredible.

"You have become stronger!"

Li Sansui said.

Li Sansi's eyes became deep, leaning on the wooden sword, looking at the sky full of stars and the dragon gate.

"Qi Dan state... but I am no longer."

"What about Your Majesty?"

Ignoring the shocked Li Sansui, Li Sansi continued to ask.

Li Sansui floated down from the dragon gate, and glanced at Li Sansi with complicated emotions. Li Sansi seemed to have grown up, becoming more mature and profound.

What happened to him...?

Li Sansui didn't ask, but replied: "My lord... I can't think about it."

Ok?

Li San thought for a moment, how could he speak? !

"Brother Nie came here, smashed the gate of the mountain with one knife, defeated His Majesty and rescued Sister Ru."

"So, your lord can't think about it anymore, he has already gone to Beiluo."

Li Sansui's words were not concealed at all, and Li Sansi's face was slightly weird when he heard it.

"It's really hard to think about it. The old ten has dealt a big blow to your lord."

Facing the wind on the top of the mountain, Li Sansi said.

"Your Majesty said, if he doesn't come back, I will be the next son of the Dao Sect." Li Sansui said calmly, looking at the sky full of stars as if he could pick them up with his Taoist robes.

"Oh."

Li Sansi nodded.

Li Sansui gave a soft "hmm", and the top of the mountain became quiet again.

The two brothers and sisters did not have any estrangement because of the so-called position of the masters.

In fact, as far as Li Sansui and Li Sansi are concerned, they are actually quite resistant to this position deep in their hearts.

Otherwise, Li Sansi would not have been away from the Daoist sect all year round, wandering the frontiers, wandering between life and death.

"Three years old, you are going to be a woman who will sit on the throne of the Taoist sect in the future, take care of yourself, don't cry and cry for other men."

Li Sansi smiled, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in the smile.

Li Sansui looked at Li Sansui indifferently with a dark face.

boom!

On Zhaixing Peak, the clouds all over the sky suddenly stirred.

It turned into a cloud dragon, staring at Li Sansi coldly.

Li Sansi smiled lightly, raised the wooden sword lightly, "It's useless, I'll hang any qi pills for my body..."

"If you dare to fight back, I will go to the grave of my parents and cry."

Li Sansui said indifferently.

The movements in Li Sansi's hands froze for a moment.

Afterwards, Mantian Yunlong rushed down.

late at night.

The Taoist disciples were all surprised to see that Li Sansi, the number one of the Taoist sect, limped off the Zhaixing Peak, lay on the green bull, and went down Tiandang Mountain.

Qingniu raised its hooves and went straight to Beiluo.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The torrential rain that lasted for a long time finally dissipated, revealing the blue sky, the stars twinkling, and the moon shining like frost.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

The entire pavilion was shrouded in a terrifying pressure to the extreme.

Lu Fan held his hand, frowned, and stared at the Reiatsu chessboard.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a strong wind and rain. When it fell, the wind blew violently, and between the lines, the rainstorm roared.

Around Lu Fan's body, there seemed to be wind and rain gathering.

A rainstorm.

Let the air on the island in the middle of the lake become more fresh and clean.

Ni Yu ran out of the pavilion carrying the black pot and stepping on the water, and Bai Qingniao followed behind her with a chick cub in her arms.

Ni Yu glanced at the chick from time to time, and licked his lips with his tongue.

Mingyue held the pipa, wiped off a stone step, sat on it, and wanted to play the pipa.

She is very stubborn, very unbelieving.

Integrating the aura of heaven and earth into the sound of the pipa, she can definitely do it!

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood leisurely, looking at the budding peach blossoms on the island.

Suddenly.

Ning Zhao's jewel-like eyes lit up.

But I saw that those flower buds had a faint tendency to burst and bloom.

"This is the spiritual thing planted by the young master. It is the same as the Chaotian chrysanthemum. Once the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the spiritual energy contained in each peach blossom will burst out together, and it will definitely form a big storm of spiritual energy, so . . . you have to take your chance."

Ning Zhao looked at Yi Yue and said.

Yi Yue's eyes lit up, and she kept nodding her head.

The terrifying power coming from the game room on the second floor of the pavilion made Yi Yue and Ning Zhao's bodies tremble slightly.

"Young master is becoming more and more incomprehensible, and now even playing chess has become so scary."

Yi Yue said.

Suddenly.

Outside the island in the center of the lake shrouded in dense fog, a white pigeon came flapping its wings.

The thick fog broke through and landed on top of Lu Mudui who was drinking tea.

Lu Mudui grabbed the white pigeon and took off the message tied to its foot.

Crash.

The tea is poured into the cup, and the green tea has a strong aroma.

"What's the matter? What news surprised you so much?"

Lu Dongxuan laughed.

"Xie Yunling, a member of the Taoist sect, and Hua Dongliu, a member of the Sword Sect, both left the mountain together, and headed north together with Gong Shuyu, a member of the organ family. Their goal...is the young master."

Lu Mu said seriously.

Lu Dongxuan's movement of drinking tea froze slightly.

After that, he smiled and shook his head, the big gold chain around his neck was shining.

"These old things still don't accept the old... But yes, they are about to be abandoned by the times. If you don't step on the world and leave a mark, I'm afraid you will leave regrets in the soil."

"Actually, these old guys are not stupid, they know how to judge the time..."

"They are just dissatisfied."

Lu Mudui took a sip of strong tea.

"Sword School Huadongliu, known as the number one sword in the world, is a great master who has been famous for a long time, and he is also a member of the Sword School. With Xie Yunling and Gong Shuyu, can you fight with the young master?"

Lu Mu asked curiously.

"war?"

"What fight?"

"Ten Huadong Schools are no match for Young Master Luo, and they are not opponents of the same level at all. How can we fight?"

Lu Dongxuan shook his head with a smile.

"Actually, the original intention of these old guys is not to fight, maybe they... just want to have no regrets."

Lu Mu thought about it.

Do you have no regrets?

Knowing that he would lose or die, he still went to Beiluo without hesitation.

"For what?"

Lu Mu poured tea to each other.

Lu Dongxuan watched the green tea pouring continuously, raised his hand, and touched the big gold chain around his neck.

"Perhaps, it is to let an era... end in the most regrettable way."

...

a day later.

Beijun, a large tent in the military camp.

Three carriages drove in together.

Mo Beike received the news and walked out of the big tent.

Tantai Xuan and Mo Ju also walked out one after another.

Many generals in Beijun looked curiously at the three old men walking out of the carriage.

They are old and rickety, and even half of their bodies are going to be buried in the ground, but...the three are full of spirit.

One is immortal, the other is as sharp as a sword piercing the sky, and the other is short, but gives people a sense of treachery and unpredictable.

There are three Zhuzi-level existences from a hundred schools of thought!

"Mo Beike, I'll wait for one of the three, and take a trip to Beiluo?"

Xie Yunling said.

Mo Beike smiled, and the wrinkles on his face piled up.

"Although I really want to accompany you to Beiluo, but..."

"The old man is afraid that he will be killed by Lu Ping'an as soon as he enters the city."

Mo Beike laughed.

He slowly revealed the fact that he let Wei Luan, a member of the Yin-Yang family, pretend to be him.

"Based on the old man's understanding of Lu Ping'an's temper, the old man deceived him that day. Once he enters Beiluo this time, he may die a miserable death, so... I'm sorry."

"This Beiluo, old man, I won't go."

Hua Dongliu looked at Mo Beike indifferently.

Xie Yunling was full of emotion, Wei Luan... was already dead, and Gong Shuyu had complicated emotions.

Everyone is not admonishing.

The three carriages turned their horses slowly and drove out of the Beijun barracks.

The ground was full of dust, disappeared at the end of the horizon, and went straight to Beiluo.

Tantaixuan folded his hands and looked at the figure of the carriage leaving.

Can't help feeling: "An era will eventually come to an end. It is said that all the masters of the hundred schools are people with outstanding talents and minds. Seeing them today is indeed extraordinary."

"The collision between the era of the various schools of thought and the era of Bai Yujing...Although it is no different from a car with a mantis' arms, but...if you miss it like this, this old man...is a bit unwilling."

Looking at Juechen's carriage, Mo Beike suddenly said slowly.

"Prefect, I still have to go to Beiluo after all." Mo Beike looked at Tantaixuan and bowed.

"Your word is serious, go if you want. If you miss this time, maybe... it will be a lifetime regret."

Tantaixuan smiled and waved his hand.

Mo Beike bowed again.

soon.

In the camp of Beijun.

Another carriage tore the dust out on the plain and headed straight for Beiluo.

...

Imperial Capital, Book Pavilion.

Looking out of the window, the plantains were stubbornly raised after being hit by rain.

The wife sitting on the rocking chair suddenly smiled.

"Tianyu, prepare the car."

Mo Tianyu, who was drinking gourd wine, was startled for a moment.

"Master, where are you going?"

Mo Tianyu was puzzled.

"Go to Beiluo." The master stood up and dusted off the Confucian shirt on his body to make himself look more energetic.

Mo Tianyu's complexion changed slightly, and the copper hexagrams he was playing with fell to the ground.

"Master, what are you going to do in Beiluo?"

The master smiled, but said nothing, looking out the window at the plantains and the stars that were trying their best to shine.

There was a trace of nostalgia in the cloudy eyes.