Carefree Path of Dreams

The monarchs have their own fiefdoms, and they can appoint bureaucrats, collect taxes, and even reorganize the army in the territories!

In fact, in Fang Yuan’s view, at this time, the real seal of the pre-Qin period was the vassal state, which was more similar to the Western title.

Gradually, the Chuanjun of the Central Plains was continuously deprived of power. In the end, it was only a virtual seal. It was only a seal of the land, and then it was converted into a plaque by the restaurant. However, the name was good.

The West may have a real seal. In the East, centralization is instinct!

But now, it is a real crack and seal, and the gold content is very high!

It can be said that mixing this step is already the real top of the ancestors, and there may be hopes of the founding of the country in the future!

‘I’m not a long-time elder with this world, so I don’t pay much attention to it. The elders of Bacheng are still joking. My mind is more...’

This is just a reason to stay in Xia Guo. Fang Yuan did not care much. After leaving the palace, he said directly to Wei.

The girl is now wide-eyed: "Yuan... You made the seal of Xia Guo? That is, don't you return to the tribe?"

"Yes, don't go back!"

Fang Yuan made an expression of his eyes: "Look at it... This is so prosperous, it is the real center of the world! I decided, I want to stay in the Xia, build a good work!"

At this time, he will show his image of vain vanity and the family.

"Okay!"

Wei laughed and clap his hands: "I like it too, we won't leave!"

"Oh... cough..."

......

Although it has been sealed as Fang Jun, it is naturally impossible to set off so much.

At least, a ceremony is still needed.

And, there are other rewards, and then prepare some slaves to go to the reclamation.

In this era, of course, there are slaves! Even outside Xiaguo, the cruel people are also kept. Once the great aristocracy is dead, there will be dozens of slaves to bury them, and the more they appear, the more noble they are!

Civilization and barbarism are alternately presented on this land.

Because of the status of Feng Jun, Xia Wangxi personally ordered, but did not live in the house.

And, in the evening, Fang Yuan had to go private to see the elders of the Alliance, as well as the dreamers of the League of Nations, etc., Lin Lin all kinds of things, some things.

"Oh... I don’t know how many people are rich in Fangshan. How many people are there?"

Next, Wei has been calculated as a financial fan with a small finger, so that Fang Yuan is secretly funny.

......

late at night.

Fang Yuan got up and quietly left the house and came to the palace.

"I have seen elders!"

At this time, the hall of the day was empty and it seemed to be cold and quiet. Several guards who should have been guarded here were all stunned and slept.

Like the daytime, he sat on the throne, surrounded by only a few world league dreamers.

But even if only these people, the gas field is more than a hundred times stronger than the day?

"Fang Yuan?"

He smiled a little, "I don't want to be a genius of this league. I really have a young boy from ancient times. My name is Hao Chen. These are single sentences, Wu Li, Song Cai... You can get closer in the future!"

There are countless worlds in the world of alliances. In this big world, there is actually a seven-fold virtual sacred, and there are several four-fold virtual sacred sitting in the town, which is already solemn.

Of course, there may be some dreamers and false saints, but their status is low and they can't participate in this level of meetings.

"Follow!"

In the face of this elder, Fang Yuan and other dreamers can only salute.

"Fang Yuan, you will say it in the day, and repeat it in detail!"

Next, of course, Fang Yuan began to report his duties, and specifically said the trip to Guishan.

"According to Fang Yuan, what you said, the map of the hidden dragon guard is not small, I can't care!"

The elders of the morning are dignified: "Although the saints have mastered this world, he has said that the power of this world is very strong. Maybe there will be several major changes in the future. If it succeeds, it will be a glimpse into the heavens. The best time!"

"Follow!"

All the dreamers are in vain, and Fang Yuan’s heart is even more enlightened: ‘Heavenly... Is this the way after the holy dreamer? ’

The cultivation system of the Dagan world divides Lingwu. The martial arts begins with the warlords of the 12th Gate of the Golden Lock Building, and gradually becomes the Wuzong of the realm of Yuanli. At this time, it is counted as a hall, and even if it is a nine-passed vein, it condenses the Eucharist. Enter the real world.

The linger, from the spirits, to the spiritual realm of the realm of power, followed by the nine-way ritual, finally reached the realm of the real thing!

The dream teacher is similar to the spiritist. From the dreamer to the dreamer of Yuanli, to the nine-fold virtual, the spiritual growth, and finally the holy!

However, the dreamer's combat power is extraordinary, the seven-fold virtual sac can be compared with the true sacred true yuan, and the sacred dreamer is even higher. It is called the saint, and the true sacred sacred power that is not the big sacred life is unmatchable!

"Warrior, Wuzong, Tongmai, Zhensheng! Spiritual, spiritual, Tongyuan, Zhenyuan! Dreams, dreamers, virtual sacred, sacred!...Unexpectedly, after the sacred, it seems that there is still a path, with the big world Is it related to the destiny?"

If Fang Yuan’s heart is realized for a moment.

Although a few false saints have been talking about it, there is too little information at this time. In the end, there is no effective conclusion. It can only be quiet in the town, and at most some unrest factors are cleaned up.

Fang Yuan knows the new person, and he will lose more words. There is not much to say, and he listens quietly beside him.

"Good! My Xia has been in charge of humanity after all, as long as she does not lose her morality, Jiuding is still there, even if there is a little storm, it can not be overturned!"

At the end of the day, the elders of the morning slammed the hammer: "There are only two major events that need to be dealt with now. The flood and the people of Jiuli are in the party! Fang Yuan! This time, you have done a good job, you have done a good job, and you have your own reward. The second task has already been completed by you, and you will participate in the action in the future, as well as compensation!"

"Thank you for the elders!"

Fang Yuan is listed and worshipped.

"And... you are excited, is it red-browed?"

Looking at Fang Yuan’s eyes the next day, I smiled and laughed: “The reward in the league is not to be said first. As the owner of Xia Guo, I will send you some gifts!”

Hey!

His voice just fell, a red color like a fire, crystal clear water droplets crystallized in front of Fang Yuan.

"I look at your body, it is the blood of the fire, it seems to want to go further on witchcraft... This drop of blood is the deity of the deity to kill a big witch, this witch also cultivates fire I can show you the best of luck, and the magical power is not under the four-fold sacred sacredness, so I will send you!"

"Thank you for the elders reward!"

Crystal starts, naturally with a kind of warmth, the inside seems to have a rising flame, very extraordinary.

Fang Yuan’s heart was happy and he thanked him.

"Okay, wait for you, do your job!"

In the morning, I waved my hand: "The flood will be flat, the Wumin will be revived, and we must be prepared for this, and always join me in suppressing!"

"promise!"

Suddenly, the sacred sacredness is a sudden death.

......

"In the end, it is seven major energy, and the shot is really generous!"

Fang Yuan slipped out of the palace and came to the place where he stayed. He sat cross-legged and looked at the blood essence on his hand. The scorpion flashed a hint of joy.

As an ancestors who practiced the same fire witchcraft, this blood force naturally cannot hide him.

Needless to say, this body is not your own, and it is checked several times. It is not afraid of what you can do.

At this point, my mind was moved, and the mouth was opened directly, and the blood drops were swallowed.

Hey!

In the rolling of the throat, Fang Yuan felt that there was a flame in the lower abdomen.

"fire!"

He forcibly closed his eyes and looked back at the nicks of the fire on the Oracle, and he ran the whole rhyme.

A hot and hot feeling, suddenly rushing from the belly, and another through the limbs.

"Sure enough, it is homologous blood!"

A feeling of constant addition, suddenly emerged in my heart.

While Fang Yuan slightly inwardly, he could see a kind of boiling red light, which constantly emerged from his body and merged into the blood of the flesh and blood, and some of them rose up and gathered in the eyes.

"Attributes!"

After a while, the blood was digested, and Fang Yuan touched his own eyes and called:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Fine: 48

Gas: 48

God: 60

Occupation: Dream Division

Repaired as: virtual sacred (four heavy), Wu Zong (five veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Tieshigong [six layers (1%)], Baidu Lianjin body [one refinement], eight-door sword array [five swords (1%)]

Expertise: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting [Grade 5], Fire Eye [Level 2], Control Fire Pass [Level 1]

"Fire Eye [Level 2]: The unique ability of the ancestral blood of the fire to stimulate a certain concentration, can see the firepower, crack the obstacles, is currently the second level!"

"Controlling Firepower [Level 1]: The ancestral blood of the ancestors motivates and gains a certain degree of fire control talent!"

......

"Witchcraft practice is actually to stimulate the purification of blood, the heavens and the earth, the inscription of the lines in the body, and naturally have the magical talent! Control the fire..."

Fang Yuan made a snap, and the right hand suddenly showed a small flame, green and yellow, soft and weak, and then shine and heat.

"Now this level of supernatural powers, there are no birds to use... If you want to make a quick success, I am afraid that only a large collection of ancestral blood will be collected?"

He thought about it and couldn't help but smile: "In this world, the strongest blood of the ancestors is the remnants of Jiuli, and the elders used by the morning are also conspirators!"

"Of course, I am not a native of this world. I am in love with the situation, suppressing the killing of the people of Jiuli, and then using waste, without hesitation... theoretically..."

Fang Yuan’s eyes are constantly flashing.

This plausible pre-Qin era, and the kind of legends, made him feel extraordinary.

"But what I want most is the secret of why this world has evolved so much!"

Why is this ordinary big world actually evolving the ancient style of past lives? Even a lot of myths are similar?

Was it affected by the radiation and influence of a certain civilization?

Or, a gift from a higher dimension and a dimension?

If you really have a certain source, once you find it yourself, don't you say that you still have the opportunity to go to the world of dreams?

Fang Yuan licked his lips and made some determination.