Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qingshan's legs were shaking, and the cold rain slapped on his face. The chill of the autumn rain seemed to penetrate his skin and permeate every inch of his body.

The Nanjin City was broken, and the barbarians invaded. The general guarding the Nanjin City blocked the barbarians with his body. He was pierced by several spears and knelt down on the ground. Even if he knelt down, the general never let go of his grip sword.

It seemed that even if he was dead, he would hold the sword in his hand tightly and kill the barbarians.

Sima Qingshan clenched his fists.

Being in Southern Jin City, he was very aware of the temperament of these barbarians. Almost every time in Southern Jin City, there would be wars with the barbarians. There were countless battles, large and small.

However, like today, there has never been a situation where barbarians attacked on a large scale.

This made Nanjincheng unable to react at once, and it was too late to ask Nanjiangcheng for help.

"Poor painter?"

A figure in white smiled and spoke.

"It's the first time I've heard someone put poverty as a prefix in front of their name."

The figure smiled.

Sima Qingshan wiped the rainwater off his face and looked at the figure in white shirt.

The rain fell from the sky, but when it was about to fall on the white-clothed man, it suddenly twisted.

"you……"

Sima Qingshan's eyes suddenly widened.

Such weird methods can't help but make people creepy.

"Hi poor painter, I'm just a butcher."

The corners of the unshaven mouth of the man in white shirt were slightly raised, and he smiled.

Sima Qingshan was stunned.

far away.

The ferocious barbarians began to charge frantically, their straw sandals stepped on the bluestone ground, splashing water.

A muscular barbarian holds a spear in his hand, and throws the spear with a heavy step.

The icy spear tore through the gloomy rain curtain and roared towards Sima's green shirt and the white shirted man.

A group of barbarians roared excitedly.

They couldn't wait to crush the two people in front of them and rush into the city of Nanjin, robbing wealth, food, and women.

Sima Qingshan was frightened by the whistling spear and took a step back, feeling weak all over.

The man in white shirt smiled.

"You should have just become a cultivator not long ago..."

The white shirt is humane.

"A cultivator who has not been enlightened by the young master, nor the terracotta warriors of the Dragon Gate and the aura of Wolong Ridge..."

"You should have entered the Immortal Realm."

The man in white shirt continued.

When Sima Qingshan heard the words, he looked at him in disbelief.

"It seems... I was right."

The man in white shirt smiled.

Then he raised his hand and swung it violently, a majestic aura gushed out from his Qi Pill.

The terrible pressure made countless thrown spears stick to the ground one after another.

It's like these fierce spears bowing their heads in front of the white-clothed man.

"Young Master said, stop fighting for three months."

"However, if barbarians invade, they will be killed without mercy."

The white-clothed man waved his hands, palms on the butcher's knife at his waist.

He glanced at the garrison soldiers of Nanjin City who had died tragically, as well as the general who was pierced by several spears but still glared.

sighed.

Breath like a dragon.

At the end of his breath, he suddenly turned into a murderous intent.

far away.

The barbarian drew out his waist knife and rushed towards the man in white shirt frantically.

Victory is close at hand.

The gates of Nanjin City have been broken by them. Food, wealth, and women are all in sight. How could they give up because of the obstruction of a mere man in white.

The man in white turned his head to look at Sima Qingshan.

"Look good, a real practitioner, in the face of such a situation, is definitely not standing still and waiting to die."

"As practitioners, we have the ability to turn the tide of battle."

The man in white shirt said.

Words fell.

The hand that fell on the handle of the butcher's knife suddenly exerted force.

Suddenly he pulled out the waist knife, and the jet-black butcher's knife drew an arc in the rain.

hum...

Under Sima Qingshan's shocking eyes.

There was an invisible arc of knife slashing out, and the next moment, it became a semi-arc, sweeping over the rushing barbarians, and the bodies of these barbarians were directly cut in half.

Hot blood spilled out.

There is no silk rain on the white shirt, otherwise there is blood.

He let go of his hand, and the butcher's knife was suspended in the air, shaking slightly, emitting a sound of excitement.

hum...

The butcher's knife suddenly spun.

The man in white waved his hand lightly.

The pig-killing knife flew out.

Puff puff puff!

Blood spurted, and heads rolled.

Sima Qingshan saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.

The densely packed barbarians, under a butcher's knife, looked like little pigs waiting to be slaughtered. The butcher's knife, which was flying in the air, cut them clean.

outside the city.

A barbarian warrior roared fiercely.

Jumping up, there are nine bird tail feathers stuck on the top of the head, forming a circle.

The painted flesh on his face trembled wildly.

He clapped his hands and slammed into the butcher's knife. His hands were bloody, but he still didn't give up.

Finally, he stopped the butcher knife.

The man in white shirt couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

It seems that he didn't expect that this barbarian could block his knife.

"The Barbarian Nine Feathers Warrior... is it similar to the Nine Rings Grandmaster of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The man in white said lightly.

Then, with a flick of the fingers.

The butcher's knife held by the barbarian warrior roared again, piercing the barbarian warrior's heart.

The savage was terrified.

The butcher's knife was suspended in the air, spinning at high speed.

Gradually, a circle of knife silhouettes emerged from the periphery.

"Royal knife."

The man in white shirt spoke.

The next moment, the huge knife shadow slashed down, and the ground was cut with knife marks, and the knife spread across. In an instant, dozens of hundreds of barbarians were cut into two by the knife.

In front of Nanjin City.

As a cultivator, one man should be the gate and ten thousand men should not be opened.

The barbarians were overwhelmed, and under the command of the barbarian leader, they quickly withdrew from Nanjin City like a crumbling rock.

Sima Qingshan looked dazzled and shocked.

With the power of one person, the army of barbarians was retreated.

It's just... so high-spirited.

Sima Qingshan felt a fire burning in his chest. Is this... a cultivator? !

far away.

Footsteps resounded, and black shadows flew over from the other end of Nanjin City.

After a while, nearly a hundred figures in light armor landed on the Qingshi Road in Nanjin City.

The white-clothed man glanced at the light armored soldiers, twitched the corner of his mouth, wiped the butcher's knife with a cloth, and turned his head to look at Sima Qingshan with the knife.

"You are the one who has won the great fairy fate, don't waste this fairy fate."

The man in white shirt said.

The light armored soldiers looked at the white-clothed man, and there was a figure galloping from a distance.

As soon as it fell, it crushed the ground with rain.

The figure looked at the white shirt and solemnly folded his hands.

"Thank you."

What the figure said was sincere, if the man in white hadn't taken action, Nanjin City would have been reduced to a hell on earth today.

The surrounding light armored soldiers also bowed their hands.

The white-clothed man smiled, waved his hands indifferently, and walked slowly with the butcher's knife in his hand.

"You don't need to thank me. The prefect of Beijun has a good saying. If you are not of my race, your heart must be different... Besides, my son also said that during the end of the war, the barbarians invaded and killed without mercy."

The man in the white shirt chuckled, but his figure gradually disappeared in the rain.

Sima Qingshan, who came to his senses, trotted a few steps quickly, and chased a few steps towards the disappearing man in white shirt.

"Senior... who are you?"

However, his voice echoed on Qingshi Street, but no one responded to him.

With a figure in light armor, he came to Sima Qingshan's side, "My servant, the leader of the Nanfu army, Tang Yimo."

The figure said to Sima Qingshan.

Sima Qingshan was taken aback. Of course, he had heard of the Nanfu army. The army of practitioners in Nanjun is mysterious and powerful.

"The white-clothed man just now is called Nie Zhangqing, a disciple of Bai Yujing, a great practitioner who travels the world, and a single person can defeat ten thousand troops."

Tang Yimo looked at the long street that had disappeared, and said.

After Sima Qingshan heard this, his body trembled.

Butcher Nie Changqing, from... Bai Yujing?

The mysterious Bai Yujing!

Tang Yimo ignored the distraught Sima Qingshan.

He led the Nanfu army, looked at the corpses all over the ground, looked at the general who had died in battle, and took a deep breath.

Things can't be left alone.

Raising his head, Tang Yimo's eyes were sharp, and he swung his arm forward, leading the Nanfu army out of the city gate.

Overtook the barbarians who were still retreating.

After a bloody battle, thousands of barbarian corpses were left behind, and the murdered barbarians retreated in fear.

In the city.

Sima Qingshan stared at Qiu Yu and picked up the scroll from the ground.

He unfolded the scroll, which was stained and lost its original charm.

Sima Qingshan sighed, threw down the scroll, and walked home, all wet.

back home.

After twisting the rainwater from the green shirt on his body, he hurried to the desk, carefully spread out the rice paper, and took out the brush to dye the ink.

A wave of energy was concentrated, as if there was energy flowing in the dantian.

Start drawing with pen and ink.

The writing is strong and powerful, and it bends like nine curves.

Soon, in the picture scroll, the picture of the man in the white shirt with the knife in the rain and the green alley is vivid on the paper.

Sima Qingshan took a step back.

The person in the picture scroll in the eyes seems to come alive.

But the man in white shirt turned his head and looked back, with a smile on Sima Qingshan's unshaven face.

Sima Qingshan sat on the old wooden chair.

Looking at his ink-stained hands.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan's white shirt moved without any wind, and his mind surged, as if it had turned into countless threads, entwined into the golden light sinking in Beiluo Lake.

The golden awn grew stronger and stronger, from the size of a fingernail to the size of half a fist.

There is a majestic flow of energy, which is a vast force.

Lu Fan stared at it. Although he was only facing an energy the size of half a fist, it was vaguely as if he was facing the whole world.

There was a low growl resounding.

It was suppressed by Lu Fan and arranged the array as the eye of the plane master's spiritual consciousness.

With this spiritual knowledge, Lu Fan could continuously absorb the origin of another world.

"This is the source... very powerful energy."

"Birth, destruction, and creation possess extreme power."

Lu Fan was leaning on the railing, his hair flying, staring at Yuanyuan, and couldn't help murmuring.

However, with the absorption of the source, this restless energy is full of wildness and rage.

Like a wild horse running wild.

Lu Fan understood that this was because he had lost restraint and suppression from another world, to a new world...

Yuanyuan will naturally become bohemian.

In Lu Fan's words...

That is, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

on the island.

No one else could feel the breath of the source, because Lu Fan isolated this energy.

"The origin is the way of heaven."

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes.

"If the world of low martial arts wants to upgrade to middle martial arts, or high martial arts, it must give birth to the origin of the way of heaven."

Therefore, conquering this source became what Lu Fan had to do.

This was also the main reason why Lu Fan chose to retreat this time.

The strength of the soul permeates.

Lu Fan closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he sat in a wheelchair and appeared at the bottom of the lake with ideology, in front of the origin that was half the size of a fist.

Boom...

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of a heartbeat vibrating.

Above Lu Fan's head was the rippling lake surface, but on the lake surface, there was a circle of formations suppressing it.

Suction exploded.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand, and pointed his slender fingers on Yuan Yuan.

A warm feeling enveloped his fingers.

The next moment.

The origin, which was half the size of a fist, continued to grow and grow in front of Lu Fan's eyes...

Wait for the clarity of the picture in front of you.

However, Lu Fan raised his finger and pointed at Yuanyuan, and Yuanyuan, which was only half the size of a fist, had grown into a ball with a diameter of one kilometer.

The ball still released an extremely terrifying aura.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked around: "Is it the other end of the source?"

That is, the origin of the world where the Lord of the Plane resides?

Rumble!

The world is gloomy.

There are all kinds of strange energies surging.

Squalls and rainstorms, fires burning the sky, thunder exploding, and vast seas drifting up and down...

This is a kind of attribute power, which belongs to attribute power.

There is no such power in the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent...

Lu Fan created Yuanyuan with the intention of absorbing such power.

After feeling it clearly, Lu Fan seemed to have realized something. He looked at the origin in the sky and felt the flow of various mysterious energies.

He raised his hand and said that there would be a wind, and there would be a strong wind howling.

It is said that there must be fire, and there will be burning flames churning.

It is said that there must be soil, and a little mud will fall into the vast sea, and it will turn into thousands of miles of plains in an instant.

It is said that there must be a tree, and when a seed falls, there will be a mountain of flowers blooming in the blink of an eye...

Let there be light, he said.

The gloomy cloud layer was broken, and the bright sun shone down from it, shining on the world.

attribute aura.

The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched slightly, it turned out that was the case.

There are shackles in the Five Phoenix Continent, and the ultimate strength is just the physical state of the body after tempering the five internal organs, and it is impossible to derive attribute aura at all.

However, with the establishment and improvement of the original source, perhaps, soon, the barrier can be broken through and the attribute aura will be born.

The Wuhuang Continent can also break through the barrier of low martial arts and step into the middle martial arts.

Of course, the premise is...

Lu Fan was able to tame and suppress this source.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan looked towards the sky.

But above the sky, clouds are rolling in.

Soon, it turned into a huge human face.

The human face glared directly at Lu Fan.

"Suppress my spiritual avatar, and dare to appear in the original world! Be reckless!"

The human face opened its mouth, and the next moment, it turned into a giant palm covering the sky.

He snapped at Lu Fan abruptly.

Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, flicking his fingers lightly on the armrests of the wheelchair.

Suddenly...

The light of the silver blade suddenly appeared, like a meteor streaking across the night sky in the dark.

Suddenly stacked and gathered in front of him.

Boom!

Take a big palm.

The cloud exploded.

However, the shield formed by stacking the silver blades was not damaged at all.

Lu Fan took the silver blade.

The human faces piled up in the clouds disappeared, but there was a ray of golden light in the distance.

Moments from far to near appeared in Lu Fan's eyes.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a figure with hands behind his back. The red robe was rolled up, the head was wearing a high hat, and the face was fair. Two strands of hair hung down from his temples, and there seemed to be a little bit of rouge between the eyes and eyebrows.

Holding orchids in hand, stepping on a bright flying sword.

A terrifying atmosphere permeated the air.

Lu Fan looked at the figure with a calm expression, and his white shirt flapped in the wind.

This is the Lord of the Face?

No wonder the hand pinches the orchid finger...

Weird.

Lu Fan had guessed that when he visualized the origin, he would definitely attract this existence, but he didn't expect that the other party would come up faster than he imagined.