I Created the Fantasy World

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After all, the other party is a monster, and his own line is not enough for the other party.

The other party can treat each other with courtesy, and things are already somewhat credible.

At the moment, everyone followed the old man to the river.

PS: The Yellow River is one of the four sects. The river god has a high status and is generally in charge of the gods.

At this point, it has passed away.

Turtle monsters are just water gods who govern a certain section of the Yellow River. _

Chapter 293: _Young Yan Chixia_

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The old man fell into the water and turned into a huge tortoise. The carapace was a hundred meters in diameter, and the lines on it were blurred. It was obviously old.

"Wait, come up!" An old voice sounded, "I'll take you there!"

Nie Xi was stunned for a moment, and then he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, old man!"

After he finished speaking, he said to the crowd, "Be careful, and don't hurt the old man!"

So the driver drove the carriage and got on the turtle's back first.

"Madam, come up too." Finally, Nie Xi also stepped onto the turtle's back and waved to Madam Nie.

Madam Nie was a little scared, and when she saw that everyone had already stepped up, she stepped on it carefully.

After getting down to earth, Madam Nie only felt that it was no different from the actual situation. Facing the icy river wind, she felt a sense of novelty in her heart.

"I didn't expect that I could experience such a wonderful thing!" Madam Nie praised.

Seeing everyone stand up, the giant tortoise pierced the river and swam to the opposite side.

Although the waves of the Yellow River are turbulent, the waves within a hundred feet of the tortoise are not turbulent, and the Yellow River of thousands of meters will cross in an instant.

Nie Xi and his party went ashore, feeling a little unreal in their hearts. They thanked the old man 15, and then they started their journey again!

"Nie Gong all the way!" The old man watched Nie Xi and his group walk away, and then fell into the water and returned to the water house.

The Dali Dynasty has been established for two hundred years, and now it has entered its twilight years.

Although the prosperous imperial capital in those days was still prosperous, it was already waning, and the moral luck of the people was slightly declining.

"Interesting!" Wang Yu stepped into the imperial capital, looked at the old dragon of luck above the imperial capital, shook his head and sighed.

"God makes a sin, but you can do it. You do it yourself, you can't live!"

A Taoist was blasted out, and anger flashed in his eyes.

"The emperor is in a daze, and he actually listened to the words of Cihang Pudu's bald donkey. It's hateful! It's time for your dynasty to end if you delay the matter of Tianjun!" The Taoist calmed down, his expression became dull, and he disappeared in front of the city gate in the form of light. .

For a moment, the Taoist met with his sect and explained the cause and effect of the incident.

"Since that's the case, I'll go to the south to preach! Once the fortune of the dynasty is over, we will continue to support the dragon."

"Yes! The emperor is stupid, why should we have him?"

After a few discussions, they all used the magic weapon to escape from the capital.

As soon as everyone left, the dragon energy above the imperial capital weakened a bit and let out a wailing.

Wang Yu stared at the south, and found a Flood Snake that seemed to turn into a dragon, soaring into the sky.

"Hehe, the change in the luck between heaven and earth is really mysterious!"

Looking back, Wang Yu stepped into a bustling restaurant.

"Or the taste of the world is more intoxicating!"

After ordering a table of good dishes, Wang Yu enjoyed it comfortably.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside.

"Six doors to do business, let loose!"

A group of people drove a prison cart down the street.

A young man with two eyebrows on the temples chased the passersby with his eyebrows and looked impatient.

"Another high official was arrested!"

"I heard that Mr. Li is a clean and honest official, but I didn't expect to be arrested!"

"Speak less, don't die?"

In the restaurant, many diners whispered, the shopkeeper patted the table, everyone understood and stopped talking about it.

"Brother Yan, who do you think will suffer next?" After driving away the pedestrians and returning to the team, Yan Chixia heard her subordinate ask in a low voice.

Yan Chixia was speechless: "How can I know these things as a headhunter?"

The subordinate smiled and said, "You are the head of the twenty-six provinces!"

"Go, go, don't ask about these things." Yan Chixia's eyes widened, and her subordinates suddenly wilted, "Watch the prison car, don't let anyone rob it!"

"This is the capital of the imperial capital, who would dare to rob prisoners?"

All the way was calm, and the prisoner was escorted to justice.

Yan Chixia only felt exhausted. After finishing her errands, she returned to her residence and slept soundly until noon the next day.

knock knock knock

In a daze, Yan Chixia heard an anxious knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he found that it was his own.

"Brother Yan, Master Li committed suicide in fear of sin!" The voice of his subordinates was eager.

Yan Chixia was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "We have already made a business trip! Suicide or Qizhan has nothing to do with us?"

"I just feel bad in my heart! Lord Li is obviously an honest official, why did he commit suicide without waiting for His Majesty to return him to his innocence?"

Yan Chixia shook her head: "Just go back and get some sleep, I'll give you a few days off! When you stay at Six Doors for a few more years, you won't have any more doubts."

After sending her men away, Yan Chixia closed the door and sat in the courtyard, unable to calm down for a long time.

"If you want to add a crime, why bother!"

"The emperor has killed several good officials in a row, and I'm afraid it will be over!"

"I think I, Yan Chixia, is a martial artist, but I didn't expect to be in the company of a dim official of the Manchu Dynasty. It's really shameful!"

Yan Chixia smashed the stone table with a punch, smashing the stone table to pieces.

He stood up with a firm expression: "I quit, instead of being condemned by such conscience, it is better to resign from office and go into seclusion and be at ease!"

At the moment, Yan Chixia wrote a letter, packed it up, and hung it up.

"The fate of the son of luck has been opened!" Wang Yu has been following Yan Chixia, and when he sees her leaving the capital, he suddenly shows a clear look, "It's okay, then let's drop another son!"

Yan Chixia, as a character running through the two episodes of A Chinese Ghost Story, has no less luck than Nie Xiaoqian, which naturally attracted Wang Yu's attention.

"Go!" Wang Yu thought about it and threw an ancient book out.

The ancient books escaped and disappeared. 703

This ancient book is the final version of "Hao Ri Tian Gong".

In a few days, "Hao Ri Tian Gong" was deduced by Wang Yu to the realm of dharma phase, and it was already worthy of use.

"Hao Ri Tian Gong" is divided into acquired, innate, master, heaven and man, supreme yang holy fetus, supernatural power, and dharma.

Supreme Yang Holy Womb: This technique absorbs the energy of the sun to cultivate, so the condensed Holy Womb is the Supreme Yang Holy Womb, the highest grade Holy Womb.

In the realm of supernatural powers, Wang Yu branded it with a Dao pattern dedicated to refining demons.

When this magical power was activated, a cyan teapot appeared between his hands, which Wang Yu called the refining demon pot.

In addition to refining the demon pot, it can also refine the pure demon power into aura, which can feed back into self-cultivation.

As for the realm of dharma, it is still the old method: simulate the fluctuation of Jiutianqing's spiritual energy, and slowly grind it with time.

Or, after the heaven and the earth are attached, the heaven and earth will be robbed again.

Yan Chixia carried a long sword and walked around, sometimes beheading rogues and corrupt officials, and she had a good time.

In a dilapidated Taoist temple, Yan Chixia opened a pot of wine while roasting a pheasant, and raised it to drink.

"Cool!" Yan Chixia felt relieved after drinking a mouthful of turbid wine, "Sure enough, she is unofficial and light!"

PS1: The time for Cihang Purdue to enter the DPRK is slightly earlier.

PS2: I wish all candidates a smooth college entrance examination, and all your wishes come true! (However, it's so late, I hope no one will survive this time!) Come on for the college entrance examination! _

Chapter 294: _ Chance and Crisis

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"Squeak..."

Suddenly, there was a rattle behind the Taoist statue, and a huge mouse stuck its head out.

"Shuoshushuoshu, I only met Shuoshu in the courtroom, how dare you smack my Yaxing?"

Saying that, he threw the depleted wine jar at the mouse.

The wine jar was shattered, and the remaining wine was flying, and the fragments were scattered. The mice were frightened and hurriedly fled.

"Bad luck! Bad luck!"

Yan Chixia shook her head, "Why is the world so rotten? It's better to dance the sword!"

Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he drew his long sword, danced gracefully, and sang in tune with the rhythm:

"Human Road! Road, Road, Road, Road, Road, Road~

Dao Ke Dao is very Dao, heaven and earth