Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The first seat of the organ city hall.

Xiang Shaoyun sat high on it.

Below are the warriors and generals under his command, each wearing armor dripping with rainwater, exuding excitement.

The Mohist Trick City is known as the most difficult city to conquer in the world, but it is still attacked by Xiliang iron cavalry.

Every Xiliang warrior is filled with a sense of accomplishment.

They fanatically looked at the overlord sitting at the head seat, which was their spiritual support.

Xiang Shaoyun was watching the letter in his hand.

This is news from the imperial capital.

After reading it, Xiang Shaoyun crumpled the letter into a ball.

"Yu Wenxiu is still too young... Mo Beike is really insidious."

Xiang Shaoyun leaned on the generous chair that symbolized the status of Mohist patriarch.

"Jiang Li is indeed a strong general of the generation. With him, even if he occupies the original Chicheng, it would be wishful thinking for the Beijun army to drive straight in."

"Thus, Mo Beike can't be tough, so let's be soft... The temple of Da Zhou has long been rotten. Except for the national teacher Kong Xiu, the other ministers are just a group of people who are trying to gain fame."

"Mo Beike grasped this point and wanted to use a soft knife to cut open Jiang Li's tough bone."

Xiang Shaoyun said slowly.

Down below, the military generals in Xiliang were all listening carefully.

They knew that Overlord was going to deploy the next step next.

The Overlord's goal is not just a Mohist mechanism city, but the whole world.

Overlord was silent for a long time, his fingers tapped on the gauntlet.

Once Mo Beike left, he lacked an advisor, but Xiang Shaoyun could do without an advisor.

With his fighting power as a cultivator, plus the fearless Xiliang warrior...

Definitely be the final winner.

Any conspiracies and tricks are in vain in the face of absolute strength.

Xiang Shaoyun had a deep understanding of this during the siege at Wolongling.

If he has the strength comparable to that of an immortal, the world... can be within his grasp.

Xiang Shaoyun stood up, with his hands behind his back, his burly body walked slowly, his surging energy and blood radiated out, making many generals breathless.

"Raise your troops and go straight into the imperial capital."

Xiang Shaoyun's gaze was like a torch, looking at the cliff outside the door, his voice was like thunder, and said.

The eyes of all the warriors and generals under his command burst into frenzy.

The roar exploded.

...

Original Akagi.

Great Zhou barracks.

In the military tent.

Jiang Li, who was dressed in silver armor, looked at the emperor's edict in his hand, without any change in his expression.

The imperial envoy knelt down on the ground, not daring to move.

after a long time.

Jiang Li let out a long sigh.

He put away the edict, turned his head and looked at the messenger: "Go back and report to His Majesty... you will be away, and the emperor's order will not be accepted."

The messenger trembled.

Jiang Li is planning to... resist the decree!

"If I enter the capital, the elite soldiers of the Great Zhou will be without a leader... The Beijun army will not let this opportunity go, and the army will be defeated by then."

River Li Road.

The envoy knelt down on the ground, "Your Majesty actually understands this truth, and doesn't want to call the general into Beijing, but... the ministers impeached the general, and all the officials knelt down and wept blood. Your Majesty is under a lot of pressure."

"Furthermore, all the officials reported that the Beijun army only left a thousand soldiers to guard Yuanchi, and the rest retreated thirty miles from Yuanchi... This is due to the prestige of the Great Zhou, and the war is no longer a concern. Therefore, the general, please enter the capital as soon as possible."

Come to make fists, said.

Jiang Li sat on the chair in the military tent, his face was as cold as ice.

Even he couldn't help clenching his fists.

Rotten officials, evil-minded families, and the big hands of the Mohists are pushing behind.

The imperial capital... the situation is changing.

If he really abandoned the front line and returned to the capital, the army from Beijun would rush to kill him the next day.

Jiang Li closed her eyes,

After a long time, it slowly unfolded.

He finally resisted.

The envoys of the imperial capital rode back to the imperial city on fast horses to pass the news back.

In an instant, the entire imperial city was completely blown up.

The impeachment memorials poured into the Zijin Palace like raindrops under a torrential rain.

The old eunuch could only hear the heavy breathing in Zijin Palace.

It seemed that a storm was brewing.

Yu Wenxiu went to Shuge again, but was still stopped by Mo Tianyu.

"Your Majesty, Master has not seen anyone."

Mo Tianyu laughed.

"Except for the young master Beiluolu..." After thinking for a while, he added.

"why?!"

"I'm very confused now, and I need my teacher's guidance." Yu Wenxiu stared at Mo Tianyu, her eyes seemed bloodshot.

In the past, he had doubted whether Jiang Li was the murderer who killed his father. With the spread of this rumor, the seeds buried deep in Yu Wenxiu's heart broke through the ground and germinated.

At the beginning, he asked the national teacher this question, but... now, even the national teacher is involved in this matter in the rumors, so Yu Wenxiu's heart is confused...

Mo Tianyu shook his head.

"Master, I don't see anyone."

"Why don't you... Wei Chen tell His Majesty a divination? Wei Chen's divination... is still very accurate."

Mo Tian said.

Hearing this, Yu Wenxiu was full of disappointment. Looking at the bookstore, he could vaguely see a figure sitting in a rocking chair, swaying in front of the window on the second floor.

As for letting Mo Tianyu figure it out...

Yu Wenxiu turned her head and left without hesitation.

Mo Tianyu: "..."

It hurts, Your Majesty.

Yu Wenxiu returned to Zijin Palace, but saw no one.

His heart is tangled, in the battle between heaven and man...

The Beijun army retreated from Yuan Chi, Yu Wenxiu knew in her heart that there must be fraud in this.

"Your Majesty, all officials kneel outside Zijin Palace... I beg Your Majesty to punish General Li for resisting the order."

"Your Majesty, there are people parading in the streets in the imperial city, saying that they want to seek justice for the late emperor..."

"Your Majesty, there are rumors that Your Majesty has become the puppet of the Kingslayer, and the Great Zhou is no longer the Great Zhou..."

...

Message after message reached Yu Wenxiu's ears.

Yu Wenxiu's face was almost distorted, he took off the crown, his hair was messy, like a madman.

On the desk case, nine edicts have been written, and the ink has not yet dried up.

He is hesitating whether to issue the imperial edict.

Yu Wenxiu is not stupid, he is very clear about what these nine edicts will mean to the entire Great Zhou once they are issued.

He was struggling in his heart.

suddenly.

With disheveled hair, Yu Wenxiu recalled Mo Tianyu's words in front of the book pavilion.

"Your Majesty, Master has not seen anyone."

"Except for the young master Beiluolu."

In the pitch-black Zijin Palace, Yu Wenxiu's eyes gradually began to flicker with light.

"Is this the teacher's instruction?"

"Beiluolu is safe..."

Yu Wenxiu became short of breath.

"Come here! Drive... Beiluo City!"

Outside the Zijin Palace.

The old eunuch was startled when he heard Yu Wenxiu's excited words.

Then, as if thinking of something, his body couldn't help shaking, but he suppressed the fear in his heart and bowed.

"Here."

...

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

When Lu Mu faced the island, he inexplicably felt his whole body tremble, and had a bad premonition.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the island in the center of the lake changed greatly, and the air became more fresh, as if taking a breath could sublimate one's soul.

The weird chrysanthemums growing on the island became more and more lush.

In the distance, the little girl Ni Yu was surrounded by a light blue air current, and a black pot was floating in front of her, and a terrifying boiling was brewing in the pot.

On the other side, Nie Zhangqing manipulated the butcher's knife from the air, split the lake water, and cut out a white snake water mark, which was hard to heal for a long time.

Yiyue practiced martial arts, and after Lu Fan's modified whipping method, it was difficult to catch his trace. During the whipping, it seemed that the air was blown to pieces.

Ningzhao is peerless, with a fluttering white skirt, standing on the lake.

Looks pretty normal...shit.

Ning Zhao opened her eyes, and the lake surface was suddenly sunken into a bowl shape by the terrible pressure.

Lu Mu shook his body and mind, these cultivators... are so scary.

Now he just wants to take the promised fairy fate with Young Master Lu and leave this terrible island immediately.

The second floor of Baiyu Jinglou Pavilion.

Lu Fan leaned against the railing to listen to the wind, and waved to Lu Mudu with a smile on his face.

When Lu Mudang saw the couplet in front of the pavilion, the terrifying pressure made him dare not look directly at it. He lowered his head and went to the second floor of the pavilion.

Finally, he met the gentle and graceful young master Lu Young Master.

The tense mood calmed down inexplicably.

Lu Fan looked at Lu Mudui with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the wine glass filled with green plum wine floated up and hung in front of Lu Mudui.

"The matter of Wolong Ridge is well done."

Lu Fan laughed.

"Young master Lu praised you, the old man came here today... for the promise that the young master once made."

Lu Mu said seriously.

"This young master keeps his word. I promised you a celestial fate back then, so naturally I won't let it go."

Lu Fan smiled, waved his hand lightly, and suddenly a ray of spiritual energy poured into Lu Mudui's body.

Lu Muyue was shocked all over, his beard and hair were all stretched out, there was a surge of spiritual energy in the qi pill, and the whole person was a little more elegant and immortal.

"This is... aura!"

Lu Mu was trembling at the beard, extremely excited.

"Lao Lu, sit down."

Lu Fan was leaning on the wheelchair, with his temples blowing in the wind. He supported his chin with one hand, and rested the other on the thin woolen blanket covering his knees.

"Let's discuss something again."

Lu Fan said.

Lu Mu's heart suddenly froze in response to excitement.

"Young Master Lu...what's the matter?"

Lu Fan smiled warmly, took a sip of the warm green plum wine, and chuckled lightly.

"It's not a big deal. You should be clear that the opening of Wolongling Immortal Palace heralds the coming of the age of practitioners. In today's world, people know nothing about their cultivation system, cultivation methods, and cultivation secrets... and I, Bai Yu Beijing, as the first cultivator force, shoulders the important task of spreading the knowledge of cultivating the world."

"Therefore, a comprehensive intelligence system is required."

"But my son is afraid of trouble, so... I want to discuss with you about the Tianji family's inclusion of me, Bai Yujing."

Lu Fan took a sip of the warm wine and said lightly.

"It's okay, my son has a good temper. If you have any ideas, speak up boldly."

Lu Fan said.

"If you have no idea, you can go back and tell the members of the Tianji family that they can go to the island in the middle of the lake to discuss in detail."

Lu Mu was cold both physically and mentally. Although Lu Fan was smiling like a flower in front of him, there was a terrifying pressure in his heart that clenched his heart.

Young Master Lu, are you in a good temper?

Believe me!

Lu Mu went down the Baiyujing Pavilion in a daze.

Boarded the lone boat, picked up the boat pole and punted out.

Swinging far is the only way to recover...

Lu Mudui didn't get the joy of Xianyuan at all in his heart.

With a "plop", he knelt down on the lone boat.

Obviously, he came to Beiluo City to seek immortality...

Why, in the blink of an eye... he packaged and sold the "Tianji Family"?

God, what the hell did he do?

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