Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Sima Qingshan looked like a scholar, with a bookcase on his back, and there were several picture scrolls in the bookcase, and the wooden scrolls of the picture scrolls protruded from the bookcase.

He rode a steed and walked hard in the heavy snow.

Soon, they saw the majestic city of Beiluo City.

Beiluo City, one of the big moats on the Great Saturday, seems to have endowed this city with a status and meaning far beyond its own since Baiyu Jinglu Ping'an became famous.

Bai Yujing is located in Beiluo, and Lu Pingan is also in Beiluo.

This city full of years has become a holy place in the minds of practitioners all over the world.

Everyone in the world knows about Bai Yujing, but because of Bai Yujing, they also know about Beiluo City.

Otherwise, simply being one of the six major moats cannot become a city that the world yearns for and admires.

Heavy snow was flying on top of his head, Sima's green shirt was wrapped in a thick fleece robe, and he breathed hot air.

He was a little excited, but also a little looking forward to it.

On the official road, there are many people around him, so Sima Qingshan will not feel lonely.

All the way forward, came to the front of the city gate.

Sima Qingshan's face was a little red from the cold, the dragon blood army guarding the city took a look at him, checked him and let him go.

Sima Qingshan was also watching them while Dragon Blood Crystal, who was guarding the city, was investigating Sima Qingshan.

If before this, the world was only in awe of Beiluo because of Bai Yujing, then now, with the existence of the Dragon Blood Army, the world is also in awe of Beiluo City.

This is an extremely powerful city.

The kind of powerful city where one city reaches one county.

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

Leading the horse into Beiluo City, the aura is rich and lingering, like a fairyland, and there are vendors hawking in the snow around.

The smell of food filled the air.

This is a prosperous and peaceful city,

The order and ease make people feel like settling down.

"It's a real paradise."

Sima Qingshan sighed.

However, he did not stay in the city, but led the horse, asked passers-by, and headed towards Beiluo Lake.

Now, three days have come.

Lu Ping'an is about to start preaching and practicing, and he doesn't seem to have missed this rare opportunity.

Beiluo Lake is actually not difficult to find. After all, many practitioners gather to the shore of Beiluo Lake like a crowd of people. Sima Qingshan can easily find it.

When I came to the lakeside, I looked at the misty aura on the lake. Although the sky was snowing, the lake was not only not frozen, but the lake water was emitting a strange warmth.

When snowflakes fall on the water, they melt directly.

Looking at the misty lake, Sima Qingshan couldn't help thinking of being in Nanjin City.

The picture of Nie Zhangqing wearing a white shirt in front of him.

While waving his hand, the saber energy crisscrossed and turned into a shadow of a sword, easily defeating the barbarians who invaded the city.

That time was the one that shocked Sima Qingshan the most. He understood that a practitioner is so strong. As a practitioner, he can do many things that he wanted to do before but was unable to do.

He was a person who was destined to become a fairy, entered the mysterious land of becoming a fairy, received a gift from a fairy, and realized the way of painting.

He felt that he was the chosen one with a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Sima Qingshan came to the lakeside, but dense crowds had already gathered, and there was no place to stay by the lakeside.

There is not even a boat at the pier by the lake, which makes many practitioners who want to ferry to the island feel confused for a while.

Originally, there were still ships on the pier, but they were all taken away by Lu Changkong's order.

Lu Fan didn't care about these things.

But Lu Changkong had to take care of it.

Unable to go to the island.

Many practitioners were a little anxious, so they chose to find a foothold, swept off the snow on it, and sat cross-legged.

Someone jumped onto the stone pier of the pier and sat cross-legged on it.

Practitioners sat cross-legged, raised their heads, and looked at the island in the middle of the lake, as if they were expecting and looking forward to something.

Sima Qingshan came a bit late and could hardly find any place to stay. If he really wanted to sit cross-legged, he would have to line up a mile or two away.

If it is really arranged so far, I am afraid that the day lily will be cold.

"Excuse me, give me a break."

A girl's voice sounded.

Sima Qingshan turned sideways subconsciously.

But I saw a girl in a white dress carrying a black pot carrying a basket, passing through the crowd. Beside the girl, a man with a sword was also slowly following with a basket full of medicinal materials.

"Huh? Why is the boat gone?"

Ni Yu looked at the empty pier with a dazed expression.

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

Jing Yue said.

"It's okay, I'll take you to the island."

Jing Yue smiled.

Then, he put down the medicine in his hand, and pressed his two fingers on the hilt of the sword.

Sedum sword, unsheathed!

There was a clanging sound, and a faint sharpness permeated the surroundings, making the heavy snow falling all over the sky seem to be slightly blocked.

Sword Qi like a dragon cut the air and disturbed Xueyu.

"Walk."

Jing Yue smiled.

Holding the basket in one hand and Ni Yu in the other, he stepped out.

The Sedum Sword fell into the water and shot out while suspended. Jing Yue took a mouthful of the spiritual energy in his dantian, stepped on the water for a few steps, landed on the Sedum Sword, slipped into the depths of the thick fog in the lake, and disappeared without a trace.

The cultivators on the lakeside were all amazed.

Some sons of aristocratic families blushed with excitement, and some practitioners who were born from poor families were also extremely shocked.

Sima Qingshan's eyes lit up slightly.

"A disciple of Bai Yujing?"

Think about it.

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

He squeezed to the shore of the lake, and because of the crowding, some practitioners were dissatisfied and annoyed.

"Squeeze why? If you come late, you will consciously sit in the back row!"

This is a son of a noble family, he was touched by Sima Qingshan, and he was a little annoyed.

Sima Qingshan rushed to accompany him, but in the distance, several poor family children waved to Sima Qingshan, asking him to stand beside them.

Sima Qingshan froze for a moment, with a smile on his face, he squeezed into the group of poor family children.

After greeting these people and continuing, he put down the bookcase on the spot and took out a scroll from it.

He also took out a brush.

Many practitioners around looked at Sima Qingshan suspiciously.

Sima Qingshan's clothes were shabby, and many parts were patched. It seemed that he came from a poor family, so these children from the poor family felt that they needed to help a little.

"Brother, are you planning to paint in the snow to record this grand event of cultivation?"

A poor boy asked curiously.

Sima Qingshan was startled when he heard the words, but raised his brush, picked up the bookcase again, shook his head and smiled.

With a brush, he pointed to the island in the middle of the lake that was shrouded in thick fog.

"I want to go to the island to listen to Young Master Lu's sermon more closely."

As soon as this word came out.

Everyone around was startled.

The elder son who scolded Sima Qingshan angrily laughed even more.

It's just that Sima Qingshan is whimsical.

How to enter the island without a boat?

But Sima Qingshan didn't explain too much, he looked at the rippling lake island, showing a smile of anticipation.

The aura surged, and a majestic coercion was released from his body immediately.

Suddenly, it swept across the entire shore of Beiluo Lake.

The several dragon blood soldiers in charge of guarding were shocked, and they looked at Sima Qingshan in disbelief.

However, a funnel-shaped aura vortex appeared above Sima Qingshan's head.

The picture scroll unfolded, and it actually floated in the air.

Sima Qingshan held the pen and smiled, using aura as ink, but saw the ink color on the tip of the pen.

When you write on the blank scroll, the pen moves like a dragon.

With a violent flick, there seemed to be thick ink splashing.

"The boat is coming."

Sima Qingshan chuckled.

While the aura was vibrating, in the picture scroll, a flat boat was thrown out like ink and landed on Beiluo Lake.

Everyone gasped, because there was actually a small boat floating on the lake.

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

Splashed ink come true?

Sima Qingshan put away the painting scroll and brush, jumped out, and landed on the lone boat with an arc in the air.

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

On the shore, there was no sound.

After that, the pot exploded!

"My God... this poor painter is actually a great practitioner!"

"It's amazing, what a magical method, the brush is like a god!"

"The world of practitioners is amazing!"

...

Practitioners "buzzed" and discussed non-stop.

If the scene of Jing Yue's sword crossing the lake surprised them, then the scene of the poor painter Sima Qingshan splashing ink into a boat brought him shock.

The scion of the aristocratic family who had criticized Sima Qingshan turned pale.

Unexpectedly, a mere poor painter turned out to be a hidden great practitioner.

As for those poor students, they couldn't close their mouths in surprise, and soon, excitement flashed in their eyes.

Everyone looked at each other and clenched their fists.

It turns out that poor families can also produce great practitioners!

Surely they can too!

Sima Qingshan stood on the black boat, swaying into the thick fog, and suddenly, a huge island shrouded in thick fog emerged in the picture in front of him, like a village in the shadow of a willow.

Like a fairy island in the world, the beauty of the scenery alone is better than the March sky in the world.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Under the pavilion of Baiyujing.

Everyone sat cross-legged.

Lu Dongxuan and Lu Mu found a piece of bluestone and sat down cross-legged.

Ning Zhao and Yi Yue also found a place to sit down.

There were also Lu Changkong, Luo Yue, Gong Shuyu and others, all waiting quietly.

Xie Yunling also rushed over from the Taoist Pavilion. After all, the young master preached, how could he miss it, Xie Yunling also brought Li Sansui, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, quietly followed behind Xie Yunling.

The rich spiritual energy in the air made Li Sansui seem to be bathed in a fairyland.

She raised her head, her clean jaw gleamed under the brilliance, and she looked at the graceful figure on the pavilion.

The latter leans on the railing to listen to the snow and enjoys the scenery of the lake, which is comfortable and unrestrained.

In the dragon gate, there is noise and surging.

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

Practitioners all over the world gathered in Beiluo.

...

Compared with the elegance and leisure of Beiluo Lake.

Dongyang County is a hellish scene on earth.

The air is filled with the strong smell of blood, and the dawn light is like a sharp long sword, cutting open the sky.

On the tower of Dongyang County Guard City.

A figure stood there, as if it was connected to the sky, but a shocking deterrence erupted from its thin body.

Master, guard the gate of the country!

This person is none other than the national teacher Kong Xiu.

He stood on the top of the city tower, above his head, the awe-inspiring energy gathered together, vaguely turning into a huge vortex.

He uttered promises in his mouth, and every word seemed to have spirit.

Between the eloquence, the awe-inspiring righteousness made the blood of the defenders on the tower boil, relieved their fatigue, and made them feel awe-inspiring to fight.

The homeland behind them, they come to guard!

Yang Mu drew out the sword at his waist, roaring continuously.

Dongyi's undead men rushed to the top of the city, and were quickly rushed down by the desperate defenders. The two writhed and fell down the tower.

Both fell and their bones were broken, making it impossible for the undead to climb the city wall.

This is a brutal war to the extreme.

Dongyang County's soldiers may not be as powerful as the cultivator's army, but they are not less bloody, and their blood is flowing in the battle with the enemy.

There was a spurt of blood in front of him, and the spattered Master's Confucian shirt was bright red.

However, the master did not retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, the body seems to be getting taller and taller.

The master looked at the Dongyi army.

Between beard and hair, he opened his mouth slowly, and knocked on the blue stone of the city tower with his hand, the mighty energy surged suddenly, and suddenly oppressed him.

This caused many Dongyi soldiers to retreat, and their fighting spirit was completely eliminated.

Except for those Dongyi undead who still rushed up the tower without fear of death.

Fighting with the Dongyang defenders.

Mo Tianyu's eyes are red, the master guards the gate of the country, how can he escape?

Therefore, he put away the copper hexagram, begged for a sword, and swung the sword on the tower.

With Master's awe-inspiring blessing, the situation seemed to be reversed. The defending city that was about to be breached, at this moment... was defended!

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

However……

The master's face was extremely serious.

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

The burly man looked at the retreating Dongyi people on the tower, without the slightest expression on his face.

He looked at his master with surprise in his eyes.

"The power of the will..."

"A non-practitioner can actually cultivate such a powerful willpower..."

Burly people don't know what awe-inspiring energy is, but in fact, awe-inspiring energy is a kind of will power, and Master is the creator of awe-inspiring energy, so his mobilization and use of awe-inspiring energy is naturally at its peak.

"Prefect Yang, you guard the tower."

The master said suddenly.

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

The sword in Mo Tianyu's hand was stained with blood, but he was startled, and hurriedly followed.

Yang Mu is guarding the tower, he doesn't know what Master is going to do, but he knows that at this moment, Master is fighting side by side with them!

"kill!"

"If you don't break Dongyi, you won't return home!"

On the city tower, Dongyang soldiers under the influence of awe-inspiring righteousness waved their weapons and roared angrily.

The gate of the tower opened slowly.

The master walked slowly, his thin and old body seemed about to fall to the ground at any time.

Behind him, the army followed the master out of the city.

They waved their weapons and shouted loudly.

Only the Master was left in the eyes of the burly man.

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

The burly man laughed, his posture was very elegant, and he always maintained an elegant posture.

He raised his hand and waved lightly.

The Dongyi people behind them rushed out suddenly.

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

"Cultivator..."

The master murmured, and then laughed.

When the era of various schools of thought comes to an end, it ends in the hands of practitioners.

Although there is no chance to fight Lu Pingan.

but……

Now, he, Kong Xiu, can be considered to have encountered a cultivator head-on.

Originally, at Kong Xiu's age, his blood shouldn't be so boiling, but the scene of the soldiers guarding the gate of the country without fear of death on the tower made the blood in his body, which had been silent for a long time, start to boil and piping hot.

Once upon a time, he, Kong Xiu, also used to walk around the world with a sword, with a passion for blood, walking around hundreds of schools in a Confucian shirt, and the pressure of hundreds of schools was breathless.

Looking at the practitioner in front of him.

Kong Xiu laughed.

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

Directly ahead, the Dongyi army rushing forward, their original swooping movement was faintly delayed.

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

The recited poems and articles, with clanging characters, flowed over the battlefield, causing the Dongyi people to lose their blood and fighting spirit.

There was an invisible pressure that made the Dongyi people feel their hearts were clenched, as if they couldn't breathe.

Master takes a step.

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

The burly man narrowed his eyes.

"It's really an extremely strong will."

He raised his hand.

With a flick.

The ground began to crack, and countless soil thorns emerged from the ground.

The master has a fluttering beard and hair, and a Confucian shirt on his body.

However, he was happy and fearless, as if he was not afraid of the mountain of corpses and blood in front of him.

He recited poems in his mouth.

The ground is cracked, and soil thorns grow among them.

The master is still going forward bravely, the soil thorns cannot pierce him, and the cracks in the ground cannot shake his body.

The burly man couldn't help shrinking his eyes.

He didn't believe in evil, and with a wave of his hands, energy surged in his body.

The land continuously burst out dense soil thorns.

However……

In the soil thorn, a thin and old figure walked out slowly, leaving bloodstains on the thin figure in the soil thorn.

However, the Master still kept on reciting.

For a burly person, the gap between a mortal and a practitioner is like a natural moat.

However, at this moment... the old man in front of him gave him the feeling that he wanted to fight a practitioner with the strength of a mortal!

The burly man was a little annoyed.

He has checked that there are no practitioners in Dongyang County.

However, there was such a character in front of him.

"Since...you want to die with all your heart, then I will fulfill you."

The burly man said coldly.

He raised his hand.

rumbling...

The earth cracked and turned into two huge semi-soil balls.

Under the sudden clap of the palms of the burly man.

The half-soil ball suddenly tightened!

Boom!

It was as if an earthquake had occurred.

The master's figure was instantly swallowed up.

"kill!"

The burly man waved.

The Dongyi army behind them suddenly shouted and rushed towards the Dongyang army.

Mo Tianyu's eyes were red, staring at the soil ball, this is the power of a practitioner, he can actually control the boulder!

Master has a mortal body, how can I stop it? !

However……

The soil ball shattered suddenly, and after that, the Master's figure walked out from the shattering.

The Confucian shirt was somewhat torn, half of his body was stained with blood, but the master had a smile on his face.

The smile suddenly changed.

Master looked at the Dongyi army rushing towards them.

The arrogance above the head suddenly oppressed.

There was a sharp shout in the mouth!

Confucian shirts swept through the room.

The Dongyi army was completely devoid of fighting spirit by the awe-inspiring atmosphere, and they all stopped. Even, within a breath, these Dongyi army turned their heads and abandoned their armor and fled.

Haoran's righteousness gathered like a cloud and turned into a big palm.

The master, with his beard and hair all stretched out, recited poems and articles, and looked directly at the burly man.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness!"

Master drink it!

Suddenly.

The palm formed by the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth immediately covered the burly man's head.

The burly man actually felt a sense of oppression faintly.

Between battlefields.

The master suppressed tens of thousands of troops in one go, and overwhelmed practitioners with one drink!

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