Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Taoist Tonggu took a deep breath, his expression a bit dignified.

I didn't even pay attention to the melon seeds falling. At this time, how could I care about the melon seeds.

"This secret realm...is it really the work of a sage? For the sake of 'making a sage', no...it is not so easy to make a sage, it should be said to lay a solid foundation for the five phoenixes."

Taoist Tonggu thought in his heart.

This made him more certain that behind Wuhuang stood a starry sky sage.

He has been escorting Wuhuang all the time, otherwise Wuhuang would have risen so quickly from the world of low martial arts to immortal martial arts, and he would have attracted the attention of gods and demons long ago. Wuhuang, who was weak when he was young, would never be an opponent of gods and demons.

After all, the weakest of any god and demon is the Emperor Realm.

"The mind of a saint... can't be guessed."

"But what is the purpose of creating a five phoenix? It is absolutely impossible for a saint to do meaningless things."

"Does the existence of the Five Phoenixes have other meanings?"

Tonggu Daoist's thoughts are constantly turning.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how a sage invested so much energy and means in the Five Phoenixes.

If it is said that the saint is optimistic about Lu Fan, then it would be good to specially promote and train Lu Fan. Tonggu Taoists thought so before, but now it seems that the purpose of the saint is not to train only one Lu Fan. , seems to be to train the entire Five Phoenix...

Taoist Tonggu's eyes became more and more condensed, staring at Tantaixuan who spread out the second level of fluctuation of the soul.

"The second level of the soul, although it is only the improvement of the soul level, will not affect one's own cultivation, but... it has unintentionally raised the upper limit of the cultivation."

"The level of the soul is like the capacity of a cup. The capacity of the first level of the soul is small, reaching the limit of the emperor, and the second level of the soul, the capacity is much larger, and can cultivate a quasi-sage..."

Taoist Tonggu looked deeply at the figures sitting cross-legged on the steps of the White Jade Palace.

Now, Tonggu Taoist can be sure that the value of this white jade palace is not weaker than the place of enlightenment formed by the three statues of beast ancestors.

The statue of the ancestor of the beast is to cultivate cultivation, and this white jade palace is to cultivate the level of soul.

Both are very important, but if we insist on one, it may be more difficult to cultivate at the soul level.

Because the improvement of the soul level requires one's own perception to understand it, it is more mysterious and more difficult.

Taoist Tonggu suddenly felt a little pity.

It's a pity that this palace doesn't allow him to enter. If his soul can reach the third level in the palace, maybe the human race can add another saint.

The birth of a saint is enough to have an incomparably huge impact on the situation of the entire human race.

"However, although Tantai Xuan has stepped into the second level of the soul, it is still difficult to maintain it. Some people can step into it in an instant, but they will soon weaken and want to maintain it. That's the root."

Taoist Tonggu narrowed his eyes, he was not in a hurry anymore.

Sitting down again, he continued to eat melon seeds. He was curious about how many surprises this white jade palace could give him.

...

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Lu Fan's face turned pale.

His mind settled in the preaching platform, connecting the primordial spirit power of the fire element god with the white jade palace, and providing the support of the primordial spirit power for the white jade palace.

clatter...

The tyrannical power of the primordial spirit was continuously transmitted to the white jade palace along the chains on the gossip array tripod.

The god of the fire element felt a little frightened when he felt his primordial spirit passing away rapidly.

"what have you done?!"

"You want to hollow out me?!"

The god of the fire element became uneasy, and angrily attacked the cauldron of the gossip array, wanting to break the cauldron and get out.

At that moment just now, he felt that his primordial power had been absorbed by a large wave, and that bite...almost killed him.

If he continues at this speed and rhythm, he will be sucked dry sooner or later after seven or eight times!

And Lu Fan also discovered this problem, which was a very serious problem.

The power of the primordial spirit of the fire element god can be said to be the main source of the White Jade Palace. If Lu Fan were to support it, it would be drained in an instant.

And if this situation continues, it will only be a matter of time before the fire elemental god is drained.

Lu Fan had to think of a way.

"If you want to milk a cow, you have to let the cow eat well..."

Lu Fan was thoughtful.

Exited the pulpit.

Lu Fan was blowing the breeze on the pavilion, and his head was slightly swollen. Although he built a channel that used the power of the fire elemental god as a supply, the transmission of this channel also required Lu Fan's primordial power. It was transmitted, so Lu Fan would also be somewhat exhausted.

However, it was not a big problem. With the power of Lu Fan's primordial spirit, he could resist it soon.

What he cares about is how to keep the fire element god to maintain a sustained output...

"Use pills?"

Lu Fan thought about it, and then, controlling the Thousand Blade Chair, floated into the alchemy pavilion and into Ni Yu's small treasury.

After digging out all the medicinal pills that Ni Yu had refined over the years, he found that the medicinal effects were not able to help restore the primordial spirit at all.

Lu Fan sighed, is it necessary to study such a prescription?

But now, Lu Fan's Yuanshen power was already under a lot of pressure to maintain output. If he went to study the pill formula again, Yuanshen would be too strenuous.

"By the way, pills won't work, but elixir can always..."

"Go and look through Dad's small treasury, too."

Lu Fan's eyes lit up, and after making up his mind, he floated out towards the ancient tomb and Lu Changkong's research room.

Among the ancient tombs.

Lu Changkong's research place.

Acres of medicine fields are being opened up, and the rich fragrance spreads out from the medicine fields, and the medicinal materials are fluttering in the wind.

Lu Fan glanced across and looked at a lot of magic medicines, but none of them were satisfactory, and he couldn't find the one he wanted.

Lu Fan continued to walk deep into the medicine field.

Soon, Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Backwater grass, the ultimate magic medicine, can be taken orally and applied externally. Toxicity: Slight. It can speed up blood flow, enhance body functions until it bursts, and enhance the strength of the last stand in a desperate situation."

Under a grass petal covered with red blood, there is a plaque with the medicinal properties of this miracle medicine written on it.

Lu Fan smacked his mouth.

"Poison is poison, what about magic medicine..."

Lu Fan was speechless.

This aquatic weed, to put it nicely, is actually a poisonous weed that detonates human blood.

If there is a little carelessness, I am afraid that the blood will be exposed, and the person will die at that time.

Lu Fan shook his head. Although the magic medicine was good, it wasn't Lu Fan who was looking for it.

As he searched all the way, many high-quality magic medicines came into view. These were the achievements of Lu Changkong over the years. Lu Fan was dazzled and dumbfounded.

He always thought that his father was just playing for fun, and he was more concerned with cultivating poisonous weeds and enhancing the power of Wandu Body.

However, he never expected that the old man would hybridize so many strange poisonous weeds.

"Yes!"

"Luanshen Chrysanthemum, a low-grade immortal medicine, taken orally, toxicity: medium, after swallowing, it will stimulate the primordial spirit, enhance the release power of the primordial spirit, make the primordial spirit swell, and finally explode."

Under a translucent jellyfish-like chrysanthemum, the introduction is written on a plaque.

But Lu Fan was very satisfied, he found it, this is what he was looking for!

With a thought, the spiritual energy piled up into thick protective gloves. Even Lu Fan didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, the intermediate toxicity that his father said was absolutely terrible.

Lu Fan didn't want to go smoothly for so long, and finally be poisoned to death by Lu Changkong's poison.

After picking the Luanshen chrysanthemum, Lu Fan didn't stay long. He glanced at the two remaining Luanshen chrysanthemums in the medicine field.

...

On the stairs of the White Jade Palace.

Tantaixuan looked peaceful.

There are faint white spots surging between the eyebrows, which is a manifestation of the improvement of the power of the soul.

After Tantaixuan stepped into the second level of the soul level, he faintly noticed something strange, and he looked around.

The world that was originally flawless in his eyes became less vivid at this moment.

However, Tantaixuan did not break away directly.

It is rare to have a chance of rebirth, Tantaixuan intends to give it a try.

In this life, with a mortal body, will he be able to reach the peak.

How far can he lead Daxuan?

After Tang Xiansheng died, Tantaixuan took Tang Yimo away.

Of course, there were also Tang Guo and Tang Yimo's mother, who took them to the imperial capital together and let Tang Yimo enter the school to teach him martial arts.

Tang Yimo is indeed very talented in martial arts, even Jiang Li was surprised, he devoted himself to training, and soon, Tang Yimo became a commander of the Great Xuan Army under Jiang Li's command.

The world was unified, and Tantaixuan began to deal with affairs.

After all, he has the experience of being an emperor, and he is very familiar with the way of governing the world, which amazed the counselors such as Mo Beike and Mo Ju who assisted him.

Under the rule of Tantaixuan, the Daxuan Dynasty ushered in a prosperous age.

Ten years passed, and Tantai Xuan became more and more peaceful, as if he wanted to detach himself.

He looked gentle and refined, but even the most powerful grandmaster couldn't muster up the courage to throw a fist in front of Tantaixuan.

But in the domestic prosperity, Tan Taixuan attacked the outside world with heavy blows.

He asked Jiang Li to lead the Daxuan army, directly out of the range of Daxuan, toward Rong Di, and out of the boundless desert.

Soon, they encountered the Marton dynasty in the western continent.

Under the training of Tantaixuan, the Daxuan iron cavalry are all strong soldiers and horses, and there are even Jiang Li, Zhao Zixu and other excellent master generals.

The Marton Kingdom couldn't stop the Daxuan Dynasty at all, and was soon defeated and defeated by the Daxuan Dynasty.

And Tantaixuan continued to conquer.

Incorporating the entire Wuhuang Continent into the territory, of course, this is the Wuhuang before the transformation of heaven and earth.

Finally, after thirty years, Tantai Xuanyi stood on the top of the Five Phoenixes.

Because there is no birth of cultivation civilization, even a master of Qi and blood will still be deprived of vitality under the years, start to grow old, and gradually grow old.

Tantai Xuan is no exception.

Jiang Li was old and couldn't lift a knife anymore.

Tantai Xuan is also old, and many old friends have passed away. In the era without practitioners, no one can maintain a long life. The power of time rules is as cruel as a knife.

However, Tantai Xuan was satisfied.

In this life, he did not choose to die of illness in bed.

When Chaoyang was born, he was wearing the robes of the emperor, sitting on the throne, looking into the distance.

Decades of precipitation have gradually stabilized his soul, and he has become more and more profound.

The morning sun shone in, pulling bright light on the court hall.

Tantaixuan's old body was bathed in the sunlight, the corners of his mouth were raised.

With the domineering and endless vigor of a human emperor, he closed his eyes.

boom!

Everything in front of them exploded.

A stream of light shot out from the palace, and quickly penetrated into Tantai Xuan who was sitting cross-legged on the white jade steps.

Tantaixuan opened his eyes, looking at the White Jade Palace calmly, everything was as he expected, the life he experienced was really just an illusion created by this palace.

However, Tantaixuan himself could not tell whether it was true or not.

However, he knew that the experience of this life had brought some changes to him, and that was a change at the soul level.

Tantaixuan, who was originally stuck at the level of the Ninth Rank Golden Immortal, now feels that it is not difficult for him to step into the Daluo Immortal.

Although it was possible to break through before, with the improvement of his soul level, he can easily pierce the breakthrough membrane.

...

In fact, it was not only Tantai Xuan who revived his life.

Most of the five phoenixes have relived their lives in completely different ways and attitudes.

In the five phoenixes without aura, without practitioners, without Bai Yujing, and without Young Master Lu, he lived a new life.

When Ning Zhao opened her eyes, she was stunned when she realized that she had returned to the time when she was Lu Fan's maidservant in Beiluo City.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, the red lips were pursed, and the eyes could not help but fluctuate, and even continued to be foggy.

When there was a clanging sound in Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao hurriedly opened the door and entered, just in time to see Lu Fan who was stubbornly trying to get up from the ground.

"Young master!"

Ning Zhao shouted, helped Lu Fan get up, and sat on the wooden wheelchair.

Lu Fan didn't say a word.

Ning Zhao stood aside, quietly looking at the young master who was still a bit immature at this time, with a stubbornness that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

Without Ruyu's grace, without Peerless Wushuang, it's just an ordinary Young Master Lu with a disabled leg and limited mobility.

"It's not that peerless son..."

Ning Zhao felt a little regretful in her heart, but after the regret, there was some hope.

perhaps……

Such a son, Fang is not an unattainable son.

"My son, I will help you..."

Ning Zhao's voice softened a lot and helped Lu Fan wipe his face.

Beiluo City is still Beiluo City, and Ning Zhao found that he had returned to the original point of origin. At this time, Beiluo City had not yet been breached.

Ning Zhao serves Lu Fan every day, doing her duty.

Her enthusiasm overwhelmed the somewhat introverted Lu Fan, but gradually got used to it.

I am used to Ning Zhao helping him wipe his hands, I am used to Ning Zhao pushing him slowly in the garden, I am used to Ning Zhao returning to the house and carrying him to the bed, etc...

Ning Zhao is also used to doing this, willingly, without any complaints.

Perhaps, the young master in front of him is not that young master, but Ning Zhao became more and more enthusiastic.

Many things in this world have changed.

Without aura, the young master did not grow into such a peerless evildoer.

On the chessboard, you can kill millions of enemies.

However, Ning Zhao was inexplicably a little happy, as if the little joy in his heart could be realized.

In the dead of night, Ning Zhao would sit cross-legged on Lu Fan's roof quietly.

Looking at the stars in the sky, recalling things in another world.

"Actually, Empress Ni Chunqiu is still very enviable... At least, she has the courage to take such a step."

"But some people can only hide everything in the bottom of their hearts, watching secretly, watching from afar, and dare not speak out."

Ning Zhao pursed her lips.

Although there will be regrets in living a new life, Ning Zhao has invested all the enthusiasm of the previous life.

The son is her heaven.

And in Ning Zhao's countdown.

As the defender of the Great Zhou, Beiluo City finally ushered in a siege battle.

However, unlike the previous life, it was the coalition forces of Bawang and Tang Xiansheng who attacked Beiluo this time.

The violent little emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty made Beiluo city precarious.

Lu Changkong chose to resolutely defend the city.

However, the Overlord is too strong. In a world without aura, the Great Master's ultimate Overlord is the number one in the world.

Beiluo City was breached.

The peace of the Lu residence was broken.

As a warrior, Ning Zhao must stand up and protect the Lu Mansion.

Lu Changkong sent someone to escort Lu Fan away.

A warrior from the enemy's master came after him. His thin and thin body stood in front of Lu Fan, guarding the young master to the death.

In these years, after her rebirth, her cultivation has improved a lot, and she has already stepped into the realm of a master.

However, this is not the era of practice, and the master has limits.

There were more and more wounds on her body, and more and more blood flowed.

However, she stood upright after all, preventing these people from chasing and killing the young master who had boarded the retreat.

This is her obsession. The young master used to be her sky, but now...she has invested everything in this life, and she wants to support the young master.

When she was finally unable to hold the sword and fell to her knees, she raised her head with difficulty and looked at Lu Fan's chariot, which was carrying it, and disappeared at the end of the road.

she laughed.

This strong obsession seemed to break everything around him.

The space is fluctuating, and Ning Zhao feels that everything in front of him has become blurred, and the world seems to have become dreamy.

"It really is fake..."

Ning Zhao sighed.

However, everything is fake, but her emotion for the young master is real.

Some real things cannot be faked or replaced.

Ning Zhao felt that her soul was sublimating.

After the fiery, once suppressed emotions were released, she felt that everything in the world seemed to become clear and graspable, and her soul was transparent.

She lived a new life, although she lived a short life, she lived happily.

...

Sima Qingshan found himself reborn, at that moment, he was flustered.

He became a poor painter in Nanjin City again.

On the first day of his rebirth, he frantically rushed out of Nanjin City, took all his belongings, and rushed to the city in his memory.

The refugees went downstream, but Sima Qingshan went upstream.

He still remembered that he once drew a picture of refugees, which was the first painting he gave her.

However, at this moment, he has no intention of painting.

Finally, after three days and three nights, Sima Qingshan, who was so hungry and powerless, finally rushed to the gate of the small city.

Resurrection, no spiritual energy, no practice method... What should he do?

What should he use to get acquainted with her?

Outside the city gate, Sima Qingshan hesitated, hesitated, and also felt apprehensive.

What if she detests him?

Sima Qingshan shook his head and entered the city resolutely.

In the city, display and sell paintings.

He set up a stall not far from Anfu's mansion, and what he does every day is to quietly look at the door of Anfu.

When he saw that beautiful figure walking out of the mansion in a red cloak, his eyes would always become bright.

He picked up the pen moistened with ink and slowly wrote on the rice paper.

The girl's demeanor like a lotus emerging from the water is presented on the painting paper.

The girl was attracted by wearing a red cloak.

The lotus steps move lightly.

But Sima Qingshan immediately put away the booth, put away the scroll, and left in a hurry.

The girl stared at the fleeing figure, a little stunned.

Once, twice, three times...

Sima Qingshan himself felt extremely annoyed.

Something was terrified in his heart.

Because now Sima Qingshan is not a practitioner, but a poor painter who can hardly support himself.

Perhaps it was this psychological pressure that made him dare not face it.

Sima Qingshan was very annoyed, so he took out the scroll under the moonlight, the slim figure in the scroll was only half painted, but Sima Qingshan couldn't help but raise his mouth slightly.

That night, he sat quietly, thinking about everything he had experienced.

He didn't know that the previous experience was a dream, or that the current experience was a dream.

After thinking for a day and a night, it's like an old monk in meditation.

Sima Qingshan finally woke up and made a decision in his heart.

He once again set up a stall in front of the An Mansion, and the girl in the red cloak saw him, but she couldn't come in as if she was angry, and turned away directly.

Sima Qingshan was dumbfounded, but he did not give up.

On the second day, the stall was placed directly on the path where the girl diverted.

The girl was stunned, but she also changed the road in a fit of anger. On the third day, Sima Qingshan was also blocked on the girl's way to change the road again.

Finally, the girl came over.

Sima Qingshan watched calmly.

The picture scrolls unfolded one after another, but the girl was startled. Each picture scroll was so lifelike, as if it contained an extremely powerful will, which shocked her heart.

Is this poor painter some kind of master?

The girl took the silver taels and wanted to buy a picture scroll, but Sima Qingshan didn't refuse, took the silver taels, gave another painting, and told the girl to go back and open it again.

Although the girl was curious, she agreed.

After returning to the mansion, he unfolded the picture scroll, and saw himself in the picture scroll, as if he had come alive.

That painter... is painting her?

The girl's face flushed bright red.

Every day that follows, the girl will come out, and Sima Qingshan will send a painting every day.

Before I knew it, three hundred days and nights passed.

There are also more than 300 paintings in the girl's room, each of which is a girl, and the girls in each painting are different.

Sima Qingshan's calm, gentle and smiling figure was engraved in the girl's heart unconsciously.

Great Zhou died, chaos came.

The calm of the small town was broken.

Soldiers and horses rushed into the city, the small town was in chaos, and the sound of crying and shouting resounded endlessly.

The An mansion was thoroughly investigated by the officers and soldiers, the head of the An family died tragically, the whole mansion was completely in chaos, and the servants rushed away with their parcels, like a mess of porridge.

After Sima Qingshan learned about it, his calm heart lived up to his peace.

Facing the danger, he rushed into Anfu.

He found the girl's boudoir with ease. At this moment, the girl was holding her legs helplessly in the boudoir.

She was reluctant to part with these paintings, and she couldn't transport them away.

Sima Qingshan appeared and wanted to take her away.

The girl refused, bit her lip, and looked at more than three hundred paintings.

Sima Qingshan smiled: "As if you and I met again today, from today onwards, I will draw you a picture every day."

"My servant, Sima Qingshan."

Afterwards, while the girl was in a trance, she took the girl's hand and secretly left the mansion, out of the city, and went to live in seclusion deep in the mountains.

Decades passed.

A small cottage in the deep mountains.

The trembling hands of the old Sima Qingshan were still covered with ink.

After painting.

The old Sima Qingshan, carrying a jug, burned the picture scroll to the people in the grave in front of a small grave next to the small cottage.

After that, drinking wine, sitting in a rocking chair, quietly watching the spring and autumn come.

The knot is in the human realm.

In stillness, the soul is like waves and ripples.

...

Inside the pulpit.

With the transformation of the souls of Tantaixuan, Ning Zhao, Sima Qingshan and others, the power of the fire element god Yuanshen was almost drained.

"Stop smoking..."

The roar of the fire elemental god became powerless.

Lu Fan's hair fluttered, his white shirt swayed, sensing the person on the white jade ladder who had achieved a spiritual level upgrade, the corners of his mouth could not help showing satisfaction and radiance.

Afterwards, the Luan Shen Chrysanthemum was taken out.

"Old Huo, I've taken my medicine."

"Mo Xu."

"Make up for it, the future of Wuhuang depends on you."

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