Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The original space of the Golden Body Continent.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward and tense.

Wu Xing never thought that Lu Fan would reject him, or even refuse him so unhesitatingly. After all...how huge is the origin of the Golden Body Continent, and the origin of Xeon Zhongwu is not just a casual talk.

Therefore, it is not too much for him to propose five or five points.

However, Lu Fan still rejected him.

She even called him shameless.

Wu Xing's face twitched, and the peaceful smile on his face disappeared involuntarily.

He couldn't keep his composure and was a little annoyed.

"Benefactor, don't be greedy. Killing Tu Lang is a felony. Tu Lang is a sharp blade under the Venerable's command. If you break this sharp blade now, how can the Venerable forgive you?"

The wind whimpered, and the monk's robe on his body fluttered slightly.

Wu Xing said coldly.

There was a bit of threat in the words.

"My lord?"

Lu Fan leaned on the Thousand Blade Chair, like a spring breeze.

He looked at Wu Xing.

"Before the Buddha Seed was destroyed, the Buddha Seed said that the Venerable would not let me go. Now, what's the point of you saying this?"

"What is the purpose of your coming from far away?"

"Isn't it just to destroy the Five Phoenixes?"

Lu Fan said.

The atmosphere became cold again.

Because there was nothing to say, and Wu Xing didn't know what to say.

The young man in white in front of him had completely offended the Venerable, and Wu Xing felt that the other party didn't seem to be afraid of offending the Venerable at all.

Wu Xing folded his palms together and narrowed his eyes.

"Is it because of the high martial arts behind your Excellency?"

Enlightenment and practice.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled, noncommittal.

"In that case, the poor monk can only offend him."

Enlightenment and practice.

He took a step, and the cassock in the distance flew towards him at high speed, hovering in the air at high speed, as if suddenly covering the sky.

This cassock is nothing ordinary, even comparable to a half-holy-rank magic weapon.

boom!

The cassock rolled up, as if it had turned into a blood-colored sea of ​​bitterness.

In the sea of ​​bitterness, there are dead bones churning, and there are wailing souls.

Wu Xing was dressed in a white monk's robe, standing in the sea of ​​blood and bitterness, feeling a bit out of place and abrupt.

He read Buddhist scriptures.

The bloody sea of ​​bitterness turned into a giant palm covering the sky.

The giant palm suddenly came towards Lu Fan.

Wu Xing is not a kind person at all, since he can't reach an agreement, he will kill him.

Tu Lang's death was an opportunity for Wu Xing.

The origin of the Golden Body Continent is definitely a treasure for him. If he can get it and refine it, he can even break through the shackles of distraction, and he is qualified to be led to the world of high martial arts.

Therefore, he will not let go of this opportunity.

The bloody palm roared like a terrifying bloody giant beast.

The ground of the original space is constantly exploding.

Wu Xing was very cautious, he didn't dare to underestimate Lu Fan in the slightest, because... Tu Lang died, and Fu Tianluo didn't hear from him either.

The boy in front of him was really weird.

Besides.

Behind this young man, there is even a world-class martial artist.

How dare you underestimate Wuxing?

As soon as he made a move, he did it with all his strength.

Lu Fan's white clothes were fluttering, and he was sitting on the Thousand Blade Chair, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking at the rolling sea of ​​blood, he narrowed his eyes.

Also distracted by the latter stage, Wu Xing's combat effectiveness is not weaker than that of Fu Tianluo and Tu Lang.

Even Wu Xing is stronger, he has hidden a lot of hole cards.

Wu Xing also knew that this was his only chance to deal with Lu Fan.

Tu Lang died and Fu Tianluo disappeared.

It's all because of entering that world.

That world was Lu Fan's home field, because there was a formation that even the giants of the Liujia Formation Sect could not break.

With the increase of the formation, the fall of Tu Lang and others made Wu Xing vigilant.

However, at this moment, it is in the original space of the Golden Body Continent.

Lu Fan's formation cannot be activated.

Wu Xing sat cross-legged in the sea of ​​blood.

His eyes were cold.

He chanted the Buddha's name and slapped Lu Fan with his huge palm.

On the palm, the blood rolled up and turned into the shadows of Buddhas.

The sea of ​​blood seemed to have turned into a blood-colored shrine.

Lu Fan flexed his fingers and flicked the Fengling sword.

Flame leads the way.

Countless silver sword blades flew out, densely packed, and the countless silver sword blades exuded a bright and dazzling brilliance, like a grand event of returning thousands of swords to their ancestors.

Lu Fan maintained his sitting posture, but the wheelchair under him had disappeared, turning into countless sword blades.

The sharp sword energy was turbulent around him.

boom!

The sword light seemed to converge into a galaxy, descending from the sky, crashing into the sea of ​​blood and bitterness.

The sword light was like a waterfall, tearing apart the sea of ​​bitterness.

A statue of Buddha was chopped off.

Wu Xing stared angrily, like an angry Buddha.

He made mudras with both hands, recited the Buddha's name, waved his hand, and a golden bowl emerged.

As the golden bowl charged up, it became bigger and bigger in the air, as if turning into a huge mouth of a bottomless abyss, swallowing sword lights one after another!

Wu Xing was tense all over, not daring to relax in the slightest.

He fought with Lu Fan.

Although Lu Fan's strength was only a mere condensate, but...

How could he really treat Lu Fan as a condensate?

The golden bowl burst out with suction, and the countless sword blades were all sucked into it by the golden bowl.

The clanging sound resounded endlessly.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Xing.

"You are much richer than the previous two. It seems...you are the one Gao Wu's Buddha likes."

Lu Fan said.

Wu Xing didn't speak.

Fu Tianluo, Tu Lang and him, among the three, he is indeed the most promising to enter Gaowu.

Moreover, he got much more treasures.

Like Fu Tianluo's compass, although it is a semi-holy magic weapon, it is only a broken magic weapon that was discarded by the Venerable.

Unlike his tin rod, golden bowl and cassock.

Those are all intact semi-holy-rank instruments.

Even, his tin rod was refined into the level of holy magic weapon by him.

Wuxing didn't answer him.

There was joy on his face, because the sword light was completely absorbed by the golden bowl, which was equivalent to surrendering Lu Fan's weapon.

However.

The next moment, his complexion changed slightly.

because.

Lu Fan sat in the void, squeezed his sword finger, and swiped lightly in front of him.

Pooh!

A crack appeared on the golden bowl.

The loud and clear phoenix cry resounded.

The fiery red Feng Ling sword cut the golden bowl and came out.

The silver thousand blades gathered around the Feng Ling Sword like a galaxy of stars.

boom!

The golden bowl exploded.

Wuxing was shocked!

This is a semi-holy magic weapon, don't cut it into pieces abruptly!

"Holy artifact?!"

Wu Xing was horrified.

At this moment, he finally understood how Tu Lang died!

It turned out that the boy in front of him actually had a sacred magic weapon!

This is a holy magic weapon!

Treasures that can only be possessed in the world of high martial arts appear in the world of middle martial arts, almost a symbol of invincibility!

Even if it is the most powerful Gaowu, unless he is really favored by Gaowu Da Neng, he will master the holy magic weapon. It is already very rare for ordinary people to own a semi-holy magic weapon.

For the first time, Wuxing's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Around his body, the bloody Buddha light flourished.

The cassock stood in front of him.

However.

But Feng Lingjian spread its wings and turned into a red glow to cut down.

The eight phoenix feather swords are stacked into one, and the power exuded is incomparably tyrannical.

Pooh!

The sea of ​​blood was cut.

A sword breaks the sea.

The sea of ​​blood disappeared, and the Buddhist altars all over the sky exploded. After that, only the tattered cassock that had been cut in half remained.

Wu Xing's heart was throbbing.

In just one battle, two semi-holy-rank magic weapons exploded.

How could he not be heartbroken!

This is the capital for him to enter the world of high martial arts in the future!

However, the cassock blocked a lot of time for him.

He took a step back, his monk's robe fluttered, and he pinched the Buddha's seal in his hand, his face was somewhat ferocious.

The original peace completely disappeared, turning into a fierce bald head.

No wonder the opponent didn't score five or five with him.

No wonder the other party is so aggressive.

It turns out... there is a holy magic weapon as a trump card!

"Sponsor, you are not the only one who has the sacred magic weapon!"

Wu Xing growled.

next moment.

After finishing the seal, he raised his hand and grasped the void with five fingers.

Hissing and roaring.

"Stick!"

Golden Continent.

The blood-colored pewter spun around, with ninety-nine rings hanging on it, emitting a jingling Shura sound.

Wherever the sound waves swept, the bodies of the strong were all blown into powder.

Suddenly.

The tin stick stopped, and Shura's voice suddenly stopped.

It seems to have been summoned.

The tin staff broke through the air and disappeared in the Golden Body Continent.

The entire continent, the strong man of the Golden Body Continent, felt lingering fear, and looked at the disappearing tin stick, feeling sorry for him.

Someone stood there, looking at the world that had turned into mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his face fluctuated, and he couldn't help howling.

Whether it is a great practitioner or an ordinary mortal.

Can't escape the tragedy.

There is a city of practice, and all the practitioners died tragically, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood.

There are also mortal cities, dead silent, and all mortals have become thick blood.

throbbing, desperate.

Spread throughout the entire Golden Body Continent.

This is a catastrophe.

Sudden catastrophe.

original space.

The tin stick came through the air, and above the blood-colored tin stick, the fire of karma was burning.

Wu Xing held the tin stick, and the blood color seemed to continuously cling to his body along the tin stick, and soon, his body was completely covered.

The fire of karma was burning, burning his body.

However, Wu Xing felt unparalleled peace of mind.

This tin stick is a sacred magic weapon, and it can fight against Lu Fan's Phoenix Sword, so how can he not feel at ease?

"Oh?"

"Earth-level spiritual tools?"

Lu Fan looked at the tin stick in Wu Xing's hand and couldn't help being surprised.

However, the tin rod is full of killing breath, and it contains boundless blood.

There is a kind of sacred magic weapon that looks like a mutation.

Lu Fan couldn't help feeling a little disgusted in his heart. He seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood on the tin stick.

Moreover, the fire of karma blooming on it made Lu Fan frown even more.

"Buddha?"

"ridiculous."

Lu Fan said.

Then, he raised his hand and took off the small jade-colored sword stuck on the jade crown.

The little sword was made of suet white jade, radiant and shining like milk.

Overturning Sword!

It was Lu Fan's Overturning Heaven Sword forged with the power of 1 Hz of chaos.

boom!

far away.

Wu Xing held the tin rod in his hand and suddenly threw it out.

The phoenix feather sword spans across, like a fire phoenix spreading its wings.

The tin stick was burning with blood-black karmic fire and collided with the fire phoenix.

Ninety-nine rings shot out, jingling densely in the void.

Boom!

The Feng Ling Sword flew across the sky.

But there was a sword mark on the tin staff.

Wu Xing's expression froze.

Even more distressed, his holy rank tin rod was cut with cracks.

Why is this sword so strong?

hum...

The eight phoenix swords floated beside Lu Fan.

Silver blades stack.

It turned into a chair with thousands of blades, and Lu Fan sat on it, staring at the karmic fire on the Feng Ling sword that seemed to be a gangrene.

Feng Lingjian seemed to be whining.

Lu Fan took a deep breath.

Raising his hand, a dark white flame jumped out.

This is the bone fire, the karmic fire collided with the bone fire, and was directly burned to death.

far away.

Wu Xing looked at the bone fire emerging from Lu Fan's hand, his whole body was cold.

"Heaven and Earth Profound Fire?"

This person is the son of the world's most powerful Gao Wu, right?

Saint-level magic weapon, heaven and earth mysterious fire...

A master of planes in the world of top Chinese martial arts can possess so many treasures!

This is simply a monster!

At this moment, Wu Xing has no intention of fighting anymore.

Lu Fan wanted Yuanyuan, so he took it.

If he continued to fight, even the only holy magic weapon might be blown up.

He couldn't bear such a loss!

boom!

Holding the tin stick, Wu Xing smashed it into the void, rolling up thousands of bloody brilliance.

It is to escape from the original space.

"Want to go?"

Lu Fan stroked the Feng Ling Sword that had dissipated all the karma, his eyes were a little angry.

Holding the Overturning Sword.

Lu Fan threw it lightly.

The Overturning Sword suddenly soared in the void.

The Overwhelming Sword refined by the power of chaos possesses extremely terrifying destructive power.

boom!

The huge sword flew across the sky, and a storm like a raging sea rose in the original space.

Wu Xing's expression changed drastically.

He raised his tin rod sharply.

He wanted to resist Lu Fan's sword.

On the giant sword made of suet white jade, a milky white brilliance flowed past.

next moment……

Chopped on the tin rod.

Ding!

Wu Xing raised his tin staff horizontally, trying to resist the sword.

However……

When the giant sword touched his tin rod.

Wu Xing was stunned!

An extremely terrifying power that made the soul tremble... instantly cut off the tin staff!

Pooh!

Wu Xing coughed up blood.

He watched helplessly as the milky white sword spread over his body.

Wu Xing dropped his tin staff.

The monk's robe was stained with blood, and half of his body was annihilated, rushing out of the original space.

Over the Golden Body Continent.

Wu Xing was covered in blood, with a little bit of blood sprinkled on his body.

He was extremely miserable, suspended above the Golden Body Continent, looking at the Golden Body Continent that had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, showing a stern smile.

Greed is the cause of trouble!

deficit!

What a loss!

All the semi-holy-level instruments on his body were destroyed.

Now, in order to save his life, he even gave up the holy tin staff!

Wu Xing never thought that the prey would turn into a hunter.

Sure enough, getting involved in the game of high martial arts and great power will not end well.

Tu Lang died.

Fu Tianluo's life and death are unknown, and he is also very miserable now.

escape!

Wuxing only had this thought left at the moment.

That white-clothed boy is too scary, he actually has two holy magic weapons, and he can't see through his own cultivation and enlightenment, how can he fight this?

It's not a level at all!

Wu Xing was bleeding, and half of his body was annihilated, he fled without hesitation.

He wants to go back to Prajna Continent.

He wants to contact His Holiness!

...

Wu Xing escaped.

At the price of giving up his tin rod, he escaped.

Lu Fan didn't continue chasing after him, and the Futian sword returned, turned into a small sword, and he stuck it into the jade crown that tied his hair.

Broken cassocks, golden bowls torn apart, and tin staffs that were broken in two, burning with karmic fire.

Lu Fan stroked the Youxuan wrench finger.

A heartbeat.

These fragments of spiritual tools were taken away by him one after another.

These things, after forging, can be made into good spiritual tools.

Put these away.

Lu Fan looked at the origin of the Golden Body Continent.

Seeing this, Lu Fan was slightly taken aback.

Because, he discovered that on the origin of this continent, there is actually a red liquid flowing, like blood.

Raise your hand and touch the Source.

Many images suddenly appeared in front of Lu Fan's eyes.

In the picture, the tin stick is turning slowly, emitting the sound of Shura.

Where the sound waves go.

The body of the strong man exploded and turned into blood.

Whether it is a cultivator or an ordinary person, they are all turned into blood under this sound wave.

The picture is very gruesome, the death of countless creatures even affected the origin.

Let the origin produce huge fluctuations.

"This bald donkey... has the face to call himself a Buddha."

Lu Fan shook his head and said with emotion.

The death of so many souls created a huge repulsive force from the origin of the Golden Body Continent.

Unless Lu Fan kills Wu Xing and ends the cause and effect, the boiling Golden Body Continent will never calm down.

Too restless at the root, Lu Fan has no way to achieve integration.

hum...

Lu Fan's figure disappeared.

With the silver blade in the sky, Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blade Chair and appeared above the Golden Body Continent.

The sky is blood-colored.

The bottom seemed to be covered by a sea of ​​blood, and the remaining creatures were crying.

It's like a scene from hell.

When it enters the nose, it is full of blood.

Lu Fan's spiritual consciousness swept across, and there were not many living people left in the entire Golden Body Continent, which brought a huge impact to Lu Fan.

This is the real destruction of the world...

The destruction of a world turned out to be so cruel.

Did not stop at the Golden Body Continent.

Lu Fan appeared in nothingness.

He looked at the Prajna Continent, which exuded a peaceful atmosphere, but at this moment, this peace, in Lu Fan's view, was a great irony.

Supporting his chin with one hand, he put the other on Feng Ling's handguard and tapped it lightly.

Lu Fan's body was supported by the Thousand Blade Chair, and he swept across the void, approaching the Prajna Continent.

...

boom!

Half of his body was annihilated, and Wu Xing, who was bleeding profusely, smashed into the Prajna Continent.

He landed in the great city.

in the temple.

One by one Buddhist monks were alarmed.

The old monks in the distracted state appeared one after another, looking at Wu Xing with half of his body shattered in horror.

Wu Xing coughed up blood, his face was grim.

"Array! Please, Your Honor!"

Wuxing roared.

Mottled blood splattered out of his mouth, and he coughed up some dirt.

The expressions of the old monks in the distracted state changed drastically.

Boom boom boom!

The big bell in the temple rang, and the heavy sound seemed to spread throughout the continent.

The princes and nobles who came to worship Buddha in the temple were shocked.

Wuxing sat paralyzed on the ground, like a blood Buddha.

Around, Buddhist monks began to beat the wooden fish.

Boom boom boom...

The sound of Sanskrit singing resounded throughout the entire world.

The silver light exploded.

The power of the world is impacting.

Lu Fan was dressed in a white shirt, sitting on a chair with thousands of blades, and appeared in the sky of Prajna Continent.

The top of the holy mountain.

The golden light of the temple is overflowing, and the wooden fish is beating, filling the world with holy and peaceful brilliance.

Lu Fan's face was indifferent, and he was a bit sarcastic about these holiness.

in the temple.

Wu Xing, who was covered in blood and had half of his body annihilated, sensed Lu Fan's presence.

His complexion changed drastically.

Sure enough, the boy came after him!

"Stop him!"

Wu Xing growled.

Spiritual consciousness fluctuates.

bang bang bang!

The void exploded.

In the temple, four warrior monks who had transformed into infants soared into the sky and stood in front of Lu Fan.

Lu Fan raised his hand.

The spiritual pressure chessboard floated in front of him.

Lu Fan stretched out his hand, fell into it, and picked up a chess piece.

Slowly fall.

Slap.

Pieces fall on the chessboard.

The terrible spiritual pressure suddenly broke out.

boom!

The four monks in the Infant Transformation Realm were directly smashed to the ground by the terrible spiritual pressure, and they couldn't even raise their heads.

The spiritual consciousness in Wuxing's eyes shook.

"Give me all the shots and stop him!"

Wu Xing roared crazily.

He wants to buy time, to get the time to invite the Venerable!

If he wants to live, he can only invite His Holiness!

Whoosh!

In the Prajna Continent, the eyes of practitioners became hazy.

Even though Lu Fan's spiritual pressure was intimidating, he still shot up into the sky crazily.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered, and he glanced at Wu Xing.

Settle again.

pat...

The spiritual pressure burst out again.

Practitioners soaring into the sky all flew upside down, like cannonballs hitting the ground of Prajna Continent.

Some people were completely suppressed lying on the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their heads.

All the gorgeous temples collapsed under the shock of Lu Fan's spiritual pressure.

Cracks began to appear on the huge golden Buddha statue.

da da da da...

The wooden fish of the old monks in the temple was fried to pieces.

finally.

When the clouds in the sky cast golden light, a phantom of a giant Buddha emerged.

The blood-stained Wu Xing let out a loud laugh, he succeeded!

He invited His Holiness!

"My lord, save me!"

Wuxing roared at the giant Buddha.

However, the next moment.

His roar stopped abruptly.

because……

A milky white giant sword flew across the sky.

The phantom of the giant Buddha that just appeared was directly beheaded.