Building The Ultimate Fantasy

North Los Angeles.

Lu Changkong was dressed in black armor, standing with a knife on his shoulders, his waist straight, like a spear pointing straight at the sky, standing on the city wall.

Beside him, Luo Yue looked solemn, squinting at the end of the horizon on the plain outside the city.

"Old Luo, are you worried about getting married?"

Lu Changkong turned his head, glanced at Luo Yue, and said.

Luo Yue's weathered face was still serious.

"He has fought all the way from a small soldier to the current level, I believe he knows it well."

"Besides, it is his honor to die for Beiluo."

Luo Yue said.

"Xianyuan was born, all parties gathered together, hundreds of families, prefects of various counties, even His Majesty and the National Teacher in the capital, all sent people to intervene... This is a storm that swept through the entire Great Zhou Dynasty."

Lu Changkong said slowly.

"City Lord, everyone is going to fight for immortal fate, the pressure on Da Zhou should be much less."

Luo Yue asked out the doubts in his heart.

With the appearance of Xianyuan, many forces are chasing Xianyuan, so the pressure on Da Zhou will be reduced?

Lu Changkong looked at the end of the horizon with deep eyes.

"Do you think the appearance of Xianyuan will slow down the current situation in Dazhou?"

"wrong……"

"Xianyuan is a huge variable that affects the overall situation of the world. Xianyuan can cultivate practitioners, and when there are more practitioners, the nature of war will change."

"It wasn't obvious at the beginning of Xianyuan's appearance, but the longer the time dragged on, the more the battle situation would be biased towards the side that cultivated more practitioners."

Lu Changkong said slowly.

At the end of the horizon, there are horses galloping, raising smoke and dust soaring into the sky.

However, he did not stop talking, but continued to say: "It is impossible for the forces of all parties to stop fighting and make peace. Therefore, the only way to quickly decide the outcome of the Great Zhou Dynasty, whether it is the destruction of the Great Zhou Dynasty or the suppression of the rebels, Only the other party can free up his hands to control the practitioners in the world."

After listening to Lu Changkong's words, Luo Yue half-understood.

"However, how could the war end so easily? The imperial capital is guarded by six major castles, and the coalition forces may not be able to easily break through the six major castles and enter the imperial capital."

"According to my subordinates, this war will probably last another five or six years."

Luo Yue said.

"Five or six years?" Lu Changkong smiled.

"Someone refuses."

"Confucianism stood behind the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Mohists, who have always been at odds with Confucianism, spread their disciples to the prefects in various counties. Only by overthrowing the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty and establishing a new dynasty can the Mohists promote their ideas. .”

"Actually, everything is under the control of the Mohist family now. The Mohisth's big net spreads across the world, encroaching on Da Zhou step by step... But the appearance of Xianyuan is like an open flame falling on the net. If the Mohist family is not careful, This net will be burned to ashes, and all calculations will be in vain."

Lu Changkong shook his head, looked at the galloping horses in the distance, and said slowly: "With the fall of the first generation of Mohist tycoons, today's Mohism is not as good as one generation after another, their original intentions have been swallowed up by ambition, and they have changed. "

...

The carriage wobbled.

Xiang Shaoyun was sitting in the carriage, guarded by a team of soldiers and horses, and wanted to retreat back to West County.

In the car, Luo Mingsang was wearing a plain white gauze skirt and rubbing Xiang Shaoyun's wound with a handkerchief in his hand.

In the Immortal Palace, Xiang Shaoyun wore the thickest armor and received the most vicious beatings.

It was quiet in the carriage, he closed his eyes and enjoyed Luo Mingsang's service, and concentrated on studying the method of cultivating immortals obtained from the Immortal Palace.

suddenly.

There was the neighing of a horse.

Xiang Shaoyun, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened them.

The sharp eyes are like sharp arrows, trying to tear the sky apart.

He pressed Luo Mingsang's crisp shoulders with his big hands, "You stay in the carriage."

Xiang Shaoyun said.

Worry appeared on Luo Mingsang's beautiful face, he hesitated to speak.

"It's just a little boy, why should I be afraid of my overlord?"

Xiang Shaoyun smiled confidently.

Then, he got out of the carriage.

The coachman is dead.

He was nailed to the car door with an arrow.

Outside the mountains, there are soldiers all over the mountains and plains, and there are many generals who are full of blood.

Xiang Shaoyun swept his eyes and roughly counted, there were about five or six thousand people.

After a volley of arrows, there were less than a hundred Xiang Shaoyun's Xijun cavalry left.

One hundred to five thousand...

The enemy also has master warriors and many first-class warriors.

"Prefect!"

The moment Xiang Shaoyun got out of the car, a general looked at Xiang Shaoyun with tearful eyes.

"I've fallen into a trap!"

"These are the soldiers and horses of Liu He, the prefect of Pingyang County!"

"I'll wait to cover the prefect and break out of the encirclement!"

The soldiers in Xijun are all brave and fearless, but the current situation is too hopeless.

far away.

There are banners flying.

There was a man in silver and white military uniform, surrounded by many generals, looking at Xiang Shaoyun.

"Sure enough...Bawang Duoxianyuan was seriously injured. This is a rare opportunity to get rid of Bawang."

Liu He, the prefect of Pingyang County in silver and white military uniform, smiled lightly.

He held a small flag in his hand and raised it lightly. Suddenly, soldiers in the mountains raised their spears and bows.

"How did you know that the prefect was seriously injured? The prefect has changed his return route, how did you know?"

Xiang Shaoyun looked at Liu He.

"Under the Underworld, someone will tell the Overlord you."

The man chuckled, and then, the banner suddenly swept away.

"kill!"

"Whoever takes the overlord's head will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver!"

Words fell.

The sound of shouting and killing suddenly shook the sky.

Arrows roared out one after another.

Among the mountains, there is the roar of energy and blood, and the strange sound of the master reverberates.

As if the sky was spinning, it startled the sparrows and crows in the mountains.

Xiang Shaoyun's burly body suddenly felt a little bleak, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He had already guessed many things.

"Uncle, from today onwards, my Xiang family and the Mo family...have nothing to do with each other."

Xiang Shaoyun suddenly opened his eyes, sharp eyes.

Both hands grabbed the relatives behind the back, and swept it violently.

Cutting off the arrows shot from the sky, these arrows were all cut in two.

"Where is my West County Warrior?!"

"Dare to follow me to kill the enemy!"

Xiang Shaoyun roared, his black hair was flying, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.

The eyes of the hundred soldiers and generals behind him also turned red, and they roared in response to Xiang Shaoyun, brandishing their weapons and rushing out with great morale.

One hundred to five thousand...

They are not afraid of death, and they are happy and fearless.

Xiang Shaoyun was like a wolf like a tiger, densely packed soldiers rushed to kill him, drowning his body.

The long ax swept away like a strong wind.

All the spears in the soldiers' hands were cut off, and more than a dozen soldiers were sent flying.

The master warriors under the command of the prefect of Pingyang County came and cooperated with nearly ten first-class warriors and generals to surround and kill Xiang Shaoyun.

The setting sun is like blood, sprinkled from the sky, paving the entire battlefield.

Blood splattered for several meters, and corpses lay all over the place.

On the slope.

Liu He, the prefect of Pingyang County, looked ugly. He waved the flag again and again. He didn't know how many times he shouted "kill", and his voice became hoarse.

By his side, the counselor comforted him again and again.

"No matter how strong Xiang Shaoyun is, he is only a warrior. Even a grand master can't stop thousands of troops from besieging him!"

"Today's overlord is destined to shed blood!"

Around Xiang Shaoyun's carriage, corpses were piled up one after another.

The carriage was stained red with blood.

Xiang Shaoyun waved his relatives to kill the enemy, and it was difficult for him to get close to the carriage.

He was panting like a dragon, after all, he was a human body, and his arms seemed to be filled with lead.

However, there are dense crowds of soldiers around, and they are still coming to slaughter.

All the Xijun cavalry were dead, and all the horses were stabbed to death with random spears.

Several first- and second-rate warrior-level generals were pierced through by spears and knelt down on the ground.

With the expression before death, he looked at Xiang Shaoyun fanatically and regretfully.

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were bloodshot, he once claimed to be the pinnacle of martial arts.

He's a genius, he's a born commander.

But……

Now, facing such a desperate situation, he only hated himself for being weak and powerless.

If only he could be stronger!

He can be as powerful as a fairy!

Xiang Shaoyun growled lowly, the aura in the Qi Pill circulated, and the long ax spun at high speed, splashing countless blood.

The aura was released, blasting a emptiness around his body.

But he only had five wisps of spirit energy, and after slaughtering hundreds of people, the energy core was empty.

Inside the carriage.

Luo Mingsang lifted the curtain, held a slender long sword, and her long skirt floated. She used lightness kung fu, and her black hair flowed, blocking Xiang Shaoyun.

In just a moment, her dress was covered with blood.

"Shaoyun..."

Luo Mingsang leaned against Xiang Shaoyun.

Xiang Shaoyun looked at Luo Mingsang who was covered in blood. He was fearless before, but panic and fear suddenly appeared on his face.

He was afraid that Yi Ren in front of him would turn into a cold corpse, and he was afraid that Yi Ren's voice and smile would disappear like fireworks.

He danced his relatives, and his mind was running the "Great Fortune Art" obtained from the Immortal Palace. He wanted to restore his spiritual energy, and he wanted to protect the person he wanted to protect.

"Hurry up! I want spiritual energy!"

Xiang Shaoyun's eyes were red, and he killed a soldier with an axe, panting like a dragon, and let out a low growl.

He crazily carried the aura according to the spirit fortune formula, and he crazily suppressed his own potential.

Looking at Luo Mingsang who was overwhelmed by soldiers.

He was afraid, he looked up to the sky and screamed.

boom!

Suddenly.

With a loud sound, Xiang Shaoyun's body shook.

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The setting sun is like blood, sprinkled on the sparkling Beiluo Lake, fishing boats are wandering, fishermen are casting nets to catch fish, and the wind blowing occasionally brings the fishermen's loud and clear singing.

Huddled in the wheelchair, Lu Fan, who was enjoying the sunset and the lake view, suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly.

In front of his eyes, a system prompt popped up.

"It was tested that Xiang Shaoyun reversed the "Lucky Spirit Jue", which meets the standard of 'becoming a demon', and can condense demon seeds..."

"The host is asked to choose, remove the 'enchantment' or create a 'demonic path'."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Lu Fan's face, reflecting his stunned expression.

Lu Fan stared, his mind moved, and the picture in front of him began to flash quickly, with lines beating.

Immediately saw the picture a hundred miles away.

Blood was flowing, corpses were everywhere...

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