Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Ten years have passed, and time flies.

However, for the people in the Immortal Ruins, ten years have passed in a flash, and they don't feel much. They still focus more on the improvement of their strength.

Boom boom boom!

There were waves in the vast sea, and the ripples spread, and they continued to vent in all directions.

The Yuanyuan Waterfall stopped flowing, and the deafening roar dissipated in the ears of the world for the first time.

There are rainbow lights of seven colors emerging from the stagnant source waterfall.

Like auspicious, but also like a vision.

In the vast sea, a number of cultivators sitting cross-legged and waiting were shocked. They raised their heads and looked at Yuanyuan Waterfall.

They all couldn't restrain the impulse in their hearts, and stood up one after another.

"Benyuan Waterfall stopped flowing! Those people, are they going to come out?"

A Nascent Soul Realm elder in Wudi City said excitedly.

In fact, his heart is very sad.

The Infant Transformation Realm of Wudi City died tragically on the Bloody Battlefield, and the picture was sent back to Wudi City, and many people mourned.

It was an infant of the older generation who had survived the Tianyuan catastrophe. He had a noble status and was closely related to Du Longyang and others, but he did not expect that he would die tragically on the bloody battlefield.

boom!

In the immortal ruins.

A light suddenly shone brightly.

The next moment, there seemed to be a ding-dong sound of spring water, and a figure walked out of it, at a leisurely pace.

Dressed in a purple robe, her hanging hair lost the restraint of the vertical crown, a little wanton and chic.

"It's the first floor of the wind!"

The Nascent Soul Realm's eyes lit up in Wudi City!

Having broken through to the first floor of the Nascent Soul Realm, as a genius of the younger generation, it is natural to enter the immortal ruins to find opportunities.

now,

The birth of Feng Yilou caused the disciples in Wudi City to be excited.

Feng Yilou raised his hand to cover his slightly dazzling eyes, strands of hair fell from between his fingers.

"Come out as soon as you come out, what are you selling?"

Beside him, a red dress was rolled up, Xiao Yue'er looked at Feng Yilou with disgust.

She's not a little girl, she still uses her hands to cover the sun, that's all there is to it, and she deliberately lets her hair fall from between her fingers.

Feng Yilou glanced at the woman beside him, not wanting to speak.

This woman is becoming more and more aggressive.

Zhong Nan walked out. Ever since he lost to the Overlord, he had faced the wall and thought about his mistakes. He had practiced in the Immortal Ruins for ten years, and he had transformed himself.

He restrained his arrogance and appeared more and more mature.

He carried a black knife on his back, and a red cloth was wrapped around the handle of the knife.

"The evil spirits from outside the sky have invaded... I will fight when I am born, don't delay in bickering."

"You've been arguing for ten years, isn't that enough?"

Zhong Nan said with a serious expression.

Feng Yilou chuckled, without saying anything, the three of them turned into streamers and rushed out.

The Nascent Soul Realm of Emperor Wu City received them.

Feng Yilou and the others were in a daze, ten years had passed by in a flash, while the outside world had only passed one year.

"On the first floor, Elder Zhao Qian has fallen."

Seeing the first floor of the wind, the Nascent Soul Realm of Emperor Wu City opened his mouth somewhat sadly.

Feng Yilou was stunned, Elder Zhao Qian had a good relationship with him, but, since he had already stepped into the infant transformation, his lifespan was extended, how could he fall?

The Nascent Soul Realm of Emperor Wu City informed the serious situation of the Scarlet Battlefield.

Elder Zhao Gan was beaten to death by the evil spirits from outside the sky, beheaded his soul, and died tragically on the battlefield.

Feng Yilou's eyes suddenly overflowed with murderous intent.

Outer demons?

Xiao Yue'er and Zhong Nan looked at each other, and they both saw the sharpness in each other's eyes.

boom!

The next moment, all three of them released a majestic aura, and the sea water rolled up, as if a lotus flower was blooming.

The three of them soared into the sky, as if they had torn apart the clouds and escaped into the bloody battlefield.

In the Nascent Soul Realm of Emperor Wu City, many cultivators were stunned and gasped.

"Yin God Realm!"

These three heavenly geniuses have all stepped into the Yin God Realm!

The geniuses of the past can now be called the pride of the heavens!

In the source waterfall that stopped flowing, it became lively.

Someone was humming a song, walking wildly with figure splayed steps, hunting in robes.

This unrestrained pace made many people vaguely think of a person.

"Mo Tianyu! That poisonous divination master!"

Many people exclaimed.

further back.

Someone with sword eyebrows and star eyes came out with a sword behind his back.

There was a man with bandages wrapped around his arms, walking like a demon, and the sea water seemed to be evaporated.

There is another person, wrapped in a black robe, but with vines hanging down.

There is also a Taoist nun who is stepping forward and growing lotuses step by step.

There is no doubt that these people exude an aura that makes the Nascent Soul Realm extremely depressing.

After these people came out, they didn't have much communication with the people present. They all raised their heads and looked at the bloody battlefield.

There is even a look of impatience and excitement in the eyes.

Afterwards, one by one couldn't wait to rush into the bloody battlefield, afraid that they would not even be able to drink the soup if they were too slow.

...

Inside the fairy ruins.

Very quiet.

Boom boom boom...

The ancient clock groaned, spreading out powerful sound waves, making the air seem to sway.

In the dojo that has been silent for a long time.

The three opened their eyes.

Empress Ni Chunqiu put away the fragments of the ancient clock, and let out a breath slowly. The aura in her body was circulating, and her energy and spirit seemed to have undergone a huge transformation.

Du Longyang and Ye Shoudao also opened their eyes.

They looked at each other, and all three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"This Immortal Clock is indeed extraordinary. Every fragment is actually engraved with a unique immortal technique."

Du Longyang sighed.

This fairy ruins is really a place of great fortune.

In ten years, with the help of immortal methods, they have all completed the practice of "Yin God Dao Lotus" and stepped into the level of "Yang God Nine Steps".

Of course, they have only taken a small step in the Yangshen Realm.

"In this fairy ruins, there is both original energy and rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth...it is a good place for retreat and practice."

The three sighed, but got up one after another.

Terrible vigor surged above the bodies of the three of them, faintly, as if there was a terrible roar.

"However, who wakes us up, if there is no wakeup, we should be able to continue practicing in seclusion..."

"That practice method is too profound."

Du Longyang said.

"It's Brother Lu."

Empress Ni Chunqiu's eyes were bright, she licked her red lips and looked around.

"The only one in this world who can wake me up is Brother Lu."

Ye Shoudao nodded.

"Don't forget... the crisis hanging over your head, maybe, Mr. Lu... can't bear it anymore."

As soon as the words came out.

The atmosphere suddenly calmed down.

The three looked at each other, flashed one after another, and walked out of the square holding the fragment of the ancient clock.

Ok?

The three were startled.

After leaving the square, they saw an old acquaintance waiting for them leaning on a stone pillar.

The resentful eyes gave the three of them goosebumps.

"Tian Xu?"

"Master Tianxu..."

What Du Longyang and the others saw was Mr. Tianxu with a sad face.

"We agreed to throw ourselves into dogs together, but you and the others all sneaked out..."

Young master Tianxu complained so much that he seemed to have turned into a boudoir and resentful wife.

After ten years in the immortal ruins, he finally stepped into the Yin God Realm, but... at this moment, he sensed the majestic aura of Du Longyang and others.

he knows……

He was abandoned again.

Young Master Tianxu pursed his lips, and couldn't help but want to cover his face and cry.

He... is too miserable.

God, why is it so unfair?

The three of them were speechless, they could only comfort Tianxu with a few words.

In the past ten years, Tian Xu has not actually fallen behind in his practice, and now he has stepped into the lower level of the Yin God level, which is not bad.

The four left the Immortal Ruins.

The Holy Master's exit naturally caused an uproar among the cultivators on the sea.

However, Du Longyang and the others did not exchange pleasantries.

They looked dignified, raised their heads, and looked at the sky.

They in the Yangshen Realm sensed...

Outside the sky, there are many fierce qi machines crisscrossing and crisscrossing!

"It's the enemy!"

Du Longyang and others erupted with shocking aura.

boom!

The vast sea exploded, and they all rushed into the bloody battlefield one after another.

...

Immortal palace.

The big array was running quietly.

The golden lion yawned.

It has been ten years, and he has stayed as a defender for ten years. Although he has absorbed aura and origin in these ten years, and his cultivation has improved a lot, but... this can only be seen by those little guys in the formation. The days are really extremely boring.

Of course, these few days are a bit interesting.

Many people want to break through and challenge him.

The Golden Lion didn't maliciously block them either, as long as they could survive ten moves in his hands, basically, the Golden Lion would let them go.

Ok?

suddenly.

The golden lion raised its head.

The golden lion's mane fluttered.

In the formation, heavy footsteps resounded.

A burly figure, with an ax and shield on his back, walked out slowly, step by step, which made the formation tremble.

Overlord looked at the golden lion calmly, he raised his hand and took off his head.

The golden lion's fur exploded, and he felt...

Thick malice.

...

Golden Continent.

towering mountain top.

Lu Fan fluttered his white shirt, smiling like a flower.

He looked at the figures walking out of the fairy ruins one after another, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

There is a feeling of seeing the old cubs grow up to belong to the old father.

"Ten years of practice, let these saints and saints become the sharpening stones on your growth path."

Lu Fan smiled.

Pull up the sleeves, clips, and drop the chessboard.

The yin-yang chess game seemed to be gradually becoming more and more complete. As the chess game was arranged, Lu Fan's spiritual sense seemed to become more and more powerful.

The origin of the five phoenixes is a fusion of the origins of the three Xeon Zhongwu, which is close to the origin of high martial arts.

As long as Lu Fan's spiritual consciousness drives the original vortex to rotate and turn it into a magnificent star vortex, maybe... the Five Phoenix Continent can break through the shackles in one fell swoop and step into Gaowu.

At that time...

Five Phoenix Continent will usher in the most terrifying transformation in history.

The transformation from Zhongwu to Gaowu...

That is far from comparable to before.

The ancients said that it is not unreasonable for one person to attain the Tao and the chicken and dog to ascend to heaven.

When Wuhuang is promoted to high martial arts, everyone will get a qualitative leap.

The energy accumulated by the three Xeon Zhongwu origins will be fed back to the world, ushering in a great transformation.

Lu Fan continued to play chess.

Take it easy.

...

"A mere native, dare to swing a knife at us, the sons and daughters of the saints?"

"When Holy Son Qingling breaks through the formation, I will kill this person with my own hands!"

"An aborigine who is about to be promoted to Gaowu naturally has the capital to be arrogant, but...he found the wrong object of arrogance."

The uproar resounded endlessly.

Qi Liujia's formation did not stop these holy sons and saints.

And the saints and saints did not have any trouble finding Liujia.

On the green spirit boat, the holy son called Qingling was smiling.

He fled into the sky-shattering formation in a spirit boat.

He has a strange physique, born for breaking formations, he can change formations, and even capture formations.

Smoke billows and rolls.

The fog was majestic.

A ray of green light swirled rapidly in it, like a swimming fish churning.

Outside the sky.

Many saints and saints showed relaxed smiles.

They were all waiting for the formation to be broken before entering the bloody battlefield and killing the arrogant native.

However.

After a long time, someone's expression changed slightly.

"This...why hasn't the Holy Son of Qingling broken through yet?"

However, the words just fell.

A muffled hum resounded.

A ray of green light flew out of the smoke quickly.

The Holy Son of Qingling lived up to his graceful appearance, he coughed up blood, and the light on the spirit boat was dim.

"This formation is a bit weird, you can't find the pattern at the eye of the formation, and it's hard to break the formation!"

Qingling Shengzi said.

He was a bit afraid, but luckily the formation was just a defensive formation, if he killed the formation, he should have turned into a dead body at this moment.

Many saints were surprised.

The Holy Son of Qingling couldn't break through the formation?

"Of course, if you want to join the battle, you can also, with the blessing of the magic weapon, you can keep your mind and come to the bloody battlefield."

"But... this formation is weird, everyone be careful."

Qingling Shengzi thought for a while and reminded.

Anyway, he won't join the battle again.

Many holy sons thought of Tianlong holy son who died tragically. His corpse was still lying on the bloody battlefield, gradually cooling down.

Therefore, many people hesitated in their hearts.

On the bloody battlefield, Nie Zhangqing, who pointed his sword at the sky, couldn't help but smile with disdain.

"What saints and saints, they are just a bunch of cowards."

Nie Changqing's white shirt fluttered, and the sound of laughter came out of the battlefield, lingering in the ears of every saint son and saint daughter.

"furious!"

The eyes of these holy sons and saintesses revealed bright killing intent.

"If you have the ability, come in!"

Nie Zhangqing held Zhanlong with one hand, and stepped on the corpse of Son of Heavenly Dragon with one foot, said.

On the bloody battlefield.

Xuanwuwei, Nanfu Army and other training troops all showed excitement.

Their blood is boiling.

Jiang Li recovered from his injuries, wearing blood-stained silver armor, looking out into the sky.

Tantaixuan clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

"What Gaowu Holy Son and Holy Daughter..."

"A group of rats!"

Tantai Xuandao.

His arrogance made many holy sons and saints even more angry.

"A mere mortal dares to be rampant!"

The golden boy and jade girl riding a black and white crane said indifferently.

boom!

However, their words just fell.

Nie Changqing moved.

He took one step at a time, and it seemed that a lotus flower of knife energy was born under his feet.

"King Beixuan is right, you wait...a group of rats!"

"If you dare not come in, then I will kill you!"

Nie Zhangqing's eyes were shining, and he rushed out of the sky-shattering formation with a knife in his hand.

"Who dares to fight me?!"

Nie Zhangqing was like a knife, and his shouts lingered.

"You thought you were invincible after beheading the Son of Heavenly Dragon?"

A holy son sneered.

Seeing that Nie Changqing dared to kill him, his killing intent boiled over.

They are afraid of falling into a formation.

However, Nie Zhangqing has created a formation, why are they afraid?

boom!

A holy son wrapped in crimson flames stepped out and punched Nie Zhangqing.

With one punch, the sky is filled with flames!

On the bronze warship, the young man in the golden costume smiled.

Although Nie Zhangqing is good, it is not worth his shot.

This time, among the holy sons and saints who came to compete for the origin of high martial arts and great fortune, the only ones who really deserve the attention of the young man in golden clothes are the golden boy and jade girl riding a black and white crane, and the bronze-skinned strong man on the back of the raptor. There is the Qingling Holy Son on the spirit boat.

They are all from the world of high martial arts at the seventh level of Yan, and they are far beyond ordinary saints and saints.

Like the holy son of the dragon that day, who didn't even comprehend the meaning of the Tao, he could also easily kill him.

Nie Changqing's gaze was firm.

He felt the blood in his body churning.

This is a crisis, but... also an opportunity!

Faced with the existence of such a holy child, there is pressure, but turning pressure into motivation is what he should do.

Nie Changqing believed that the omniscient son must be watching his battle in every corner of the world.

The young master never made a move, he must have wanted him to sharpen himself with the hands of these people!

"kill!"

Nie Zhangqing strode forward.

Taking a step forward, Zhanlong is in the shape of drawing a knife.

Thousands of flames swept across, and the holy son who punched the sharp fist also burst into terrifying coercion.

"Draw the sword!"

"Slay the dragon!"

Nie Zhangqing growled.

"Taoist?!"

"My Son also has it!"

The eyes of the holy son who punched were shining, and the next moment, a wave of Taoism erupted from his body.

Push out with both fists.

Flame fists swept across the sky!

The sword glow collided with the flames, and sparks flew everywhere.

The Holy Son staggered back in nothingness.

"What a strong Dao! What kind of Dao is this?!"

The Son was startled.

Nie Zhangqing chopped open his attack with the blessing of Dao, and there were deep and visible knife marks on his body!

"The talent is really evil...the fourth-order sequence!"

The eyes of the saint son in gorgeous clothes on the bronze warship flickered.

"It's a pity, you only have one person... You can't save this world by yourself."

Many saints and saints were overwhelmed by Nie Zhangqing's strength.

However, most people are showing disdain.

Because there is only one person, Nie Zhangqing, and his cultivation is not strong, but...beginner distraction.

Nie Zhangqing stood still, his spine was like a dragon, roaring like a dragon.

"Kill him! Twist his head! Let the creatures of this world despair!"

far away.

The three holy sons shouted at the same time, and they made a move.

The three distracted players launched a sharp attack at the same time. Nie Changqing was terrified, but he didn't retreat and held Zhanlong.

Take out a pill and stuff it in your mouth.

A steady stream of power began to sweep.

Unexpectedly, he drew a knife and fought without fear.

"Hahaha... more than people?"

"What kind of bullshit saints and saints... More people bully less people?"

Voices exploded from the bloody battlefield.

There are three streamers rushing out.

The purple robe on the first floor of the wind is hunting, Zhong Nan's eyes are sharp, and Xiao Yueer's face is full of awe.

The sudden appearance of three yin gods made the eyes of the holy sons shrink slightly.

However, the terrifying aura that followed Feng Yilou and the others was even more frightening.

Ok? !

In nothingness, many saints and saints were shocked.

On the icy continent.

Qi Liujia, who was sitting on top of it, also opened his eyes slightly, with a look of surprise.

Sitting cross-legged on the back of the raptor, the bronze-skinned brawny man opened his eyes for the first time.

The golden boy and jade girl on the back of the black and white crane also showed a strange color.

boom!

The majestic energy swept across and turned into a big hand covering the sky.

The Son of God, who had clashed with Nie Zhangqing earlier and erupted into a sky-shattering flame, showed a look of horror.

The big hand covering the sky came covering it.

He broke out an astonishing attack, but he was still unable to resist.

Pooh!

Wiped it with a big hand.

The holy son didn't even have time to throw out the holy magic weapon to save his life, and his body was directly crushed by that big hand!

It exploded into a cloud of blood mist in nothingness, only the holy magic weapon, wrapped in the soul, escaped.

The faces of many holy sons and saintesses changed slightly.

This world...doesn't seem to be as simple as they imagined?

This Nie Zhangqing doesn't seem to be the strongest person!

Big hands scattered.

The magnificent female emperor's red robe is rolled up, her long fair legs are looming under the red robe, she is graceful and luxurious.

Her beautiful face was raised slightly, the corners of her lips curled slightly, showing a bit of coldness.

"Bullying my brother Lu's disciples is bullying me, Ni Chunqiu!"

"Kill them all!"

The domineering words of the empress circulated in nothingness.

The empress' wanton aura made the bronze warships, black and white cranes, birds of prey and the holy sons and saints on the spirit boat constrict their pupils.

"This world...is there an Out-of-Aperture Realm?!"