Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 334

[Chapter 330 Let’s go, brother will take you to slaughter God!]

Chen Luo was able to decipher that this dream was not the dream of the senior brother, and the two sources of information were not equal.

First of all, Chen Luo entered the dream through the nightmare beast eyes, instead of being directly hit by the dream spell, so he still retains his own memory and will not be disturbed by the factors in the dream, which is an accident.

Secondly, Chen Luo knew about the relationship between Li Qinglian and the elder brother, but Manshen didn’t. If Chen Luo’s guess is correct, the black lotus is actually the elder brother’s memory of Li Qinglian, so he was lucky to see the poetic demeanor hundreds of years ago.

Just imagine, with the relationship between senior brother and Li Qinglian, how could the sealed memory of Li Qinglian be regarded as the evil party in the dream?

Only the elder brother’s enemy, that is, Man Shen, can do this.

Suddenly, a mysterious sense of coolness rose up, and when I was about to see through these illusions, the black lotus suddenly struck.

This was not an accident, but a measure that Manshen had to take because he was worried that he would discover the clues of this dream.

“Junior brother, you finally woke up.” Meng Hao suddenly appeared next to Chen Luo, and said with a relieved smile, “In order not to make the Man God suspicious, my distraction sealed the memory. Only when you wake up, I will Then it will be unsealed, don’t blame me.”

Chen Luo saluted: “Eldest brother, you are polite. When I fell into the dream, the elder brother turned into a god to protect me, implying in the name of Li Qinglian’s best friend Meng Haoran, that I was too stupid to think of it immediately. Relationship.”

The Xuezhai student frowned slightly: “Are you two out of your mind? What kind of dream are you talking about in front of the enemy! What gods! If you talk nonsense like this again, when the battle is over later, I will definitely report to Shan Commander, kick you two out of the study!”

Chen Luo and Meng Hao looked at each other, and they both smiled.

Chen Luo shook his head: “Before I wondered why this study enchantment couldn’t go out, and no outsiders could come in. Now that I think about it, this enchantment should be a cage, trapping the barbarian god’s dream cage.”

“These green lake and black lotuses should be the key to the cage!”

Meng Haoran nodded: “These are the keys to the magical powers of dreams. It’s just that for the barbarian, trapped in the cage of dreams, it is impossible to investigate and find the real magic power. So when he saw you coming in, junior brother, he wanted to use your hand to find the node.”

“Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have killed senior brother.” Chen Luo apologized, and then looked at the man with a full face. An angry Xuezhai student, “No need to pretend anymore. After all, you are a barbarian. The dream you created is too rough.

” It’s like a mirror in water.”

“I only thought that it would be like this in dreams, but now that I think about it, it’s because you don’t understand the magic of dreams, and the weaving is too rough.”

“Forcibly affecting my soul, making me believe what I see. , What you hear in your ears will be used by you in the end.”

“Don’t you know that Du Sheng of the human race has already instructed that the key to illusion is ‘sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently’?”

The student’s face was gloomy, and he saw His face changed rapidly, turning into different faces, and when he spoke, he had different voices.

“Do you really think this mere dream cage can trap me?”

“It’s just to save some time!”

“Since you’ve seen through it, it’s useless to keep you!”

Then, the student’s face finally froze and became The image of a middle-aged man was exactly the appearance of Tu Lian, Chang Tulian of Shuzhai Mountain. A dangerous aura burst out from his body and rushed towards Chen Luo.

If this blow hits, it will definitely seriously hurt Chen Luo’s soul.

“Do you think I don’t exist?” Meng Hao asked suddenly. He raised his leg and took a step forward towards Chen Luo. His whole figure actually merged into Chen Luo’s body. It hit the blue halo and disappeared without a trace.

“So that’s it!” A message flashed across Chen Luo’s mind, and he said with a smile, “It turns out that the core you are looking for, Man God, is Meng Hao, my senior brother who was distracted!

” There is still a sword, please appreciate it!”

Chen Luo sank slightly, tapped the green lake with his toes, and in an instant a cyan light pattern spread, and the black lotus touched by the light pattern quickly faded into black , Turned into a blossoming green lotus full of righteousness.

For a time, the heaven and the earth were full of righteousness, and the green lotus was full of green lakes!

“Qinglian! Qinglian! It’s Qinglian again!” Tu Lian’s face was full of disgust, “Destroy them all!”

Above the sky, a huge palm appeared and pressed down towards Cuihu Lake. The palm seemed to compress the space. , pressing down a depression in the center of the emerald lake, as if with one palm, the mountains can be flattened to fill the sea.

Feeling the oppression of the huge palm, Chen Luo’s heart also trembled, he is indeed a god!

You know, this is a dreamland, and what Manshen is displaying is not the flesh and blood that he is good at, not to mention, he is being suppressed by the dream magic power of his senior brother at this time.

“The emerald lake is three thousand miles away, and the green lotus is full of righteousness.”

“Turn into a sword light and kill the enemies in the world.”

Chen Luo chanted, and there was another point on the lake, and the green lotus that was full of the lake instantly flew up from the lake and danced While spinning, it turned into streaks of cyan sword energy.

The sword energy shuttled rapidly in mid-air, shining brightly. They pierced through the chests of the study students one by one, causing those students who had transformed themselves to dissipate one after another, and finally gathered into a long river of sword energy, rushing towards the giant palm that fell from the sky.

Tu Lian frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his strength on the giant palm. The giant palm suddenly solidified, and the pressure under the palm suddenly increased, and even formed a space hole in the palm, and the sword energy flowed like a river. Flying towards the giant palm, they collapsed one after another halfway.

It’s like a giant log that was sent into the cutting machine, and it collapsed before it touched the giant palm, and there was nothing to stop the giant palm from falling.

“Hahahaha…” Tu Lian laughed, “Is that the only way?”

“Or is it that most of the power is used to maintain the magical powers of dreams?”

Chen Luo looked at the slow but fast giant palm, which was only a few feet away from him in a blink of an eye, and looked at Tu Lian: “Who said that only Qinglian Can you create poetic sword energy?”

“Didn’t I say it? The emerald lake is three thousand miles away!”

“Sword Lake, get up!” Wind blows from

Pinghu Lake, and the wind blows huge waves, and the waves are surging to the sky.

These three thousand miles of emerald lakes are full of poetic sword energy!

The lake roared and rose into the sky, forming a column of water reaching the sky, rushing towards the falling giant palm. The black hole in the space under the giant palm kept obliterating the water column of sword energy, but one wave rose again, and the calm lake surface seemed like a thousand peaks in an instant Standing tall, like a thousand dragons emerging from the water.

For a moment, the giant palm and the water column were in a stalemate, neither giving way.

“Who are you?” Tu Lian finally got serious. In this dream, the means he could use were limited. He just looked at Chen Luo fiercely, “When I kill Lang Feixian, the next target will be you.” !”

“Secrets of the Bamboo Grove, disciple of the Fang family, you don’t deserve to know my name!” Chen Luo said with a straight face.

While speaking, the huge waves of Cuihu Lake surged again, and finally broke through the barrier of the black hole under the giant palm, completely submerging the giant palm, the poetic sword energy in the lake cruising and shuttling above the giant palm, cutting and wearing away, the giant palm shrunk even more, It also became more and more illusory.

At the same time, cracks began to appear on Tu Lian’s body standing in front of Chen Luo, and he finally grinned: “This dream magic power can only trap the god for a while, but it can’t kill the god.”

“At most, It’s just a nightmare for this god.”

“When this god wakes up, both of you will die without a place to bury!” After the words

fell, Tu Lian shattered like a porcelain vase.

The emerald lake water waves also lost their target and turned into pouring rain. When Chen Luo raised his head, he saw cracks began to appear in the space, peeling off piece by piece, and rays of light emerged from the cracks.

Where the light shines, the laughing path where the book studio was originally located slowly turned into nothingness.

The barbarian dream, broken!

…

Under the sky.

The blood is like a mist, covering the secret. Beyond the blood mist, a huge and weird formation was drawn on the ground. On the formation, all kinds of corpses seemed to lie in fixed places very regularly. Among these corpses, there are human races, barbarian races, monster beasts, and wild beasts. If you look carefully, you can see that all these corpses are above the third rank.

The corpse was bleeding outwards, the blood seeped into the formation on the ground, and was sucked into the blood mist by the formation.

An old woman came walking with a stick, she didn’t pay attention to the corpse lying on the ground, but stepped into the blood mist step by step.

She walked forward step by step, neither fast nor slow, every step seemed to be carefully measured. The blood mist did not make her lose her sense of direction, and finally, a burly figure sitting cross-legged appeared in front of her eyes.

The figure was sitting there, his heart beating like a drum, thumping.

“A Gu!” The old woman called softly, and the barbarian on the opposite side slowly opened his eyes.

This person is exactly the barbarian emperor of the Ilisa Khan tribe, the tower bone, that Han Qingzhu has been thinking about!

Ta Bone looked at the old woman: “What news from the outside world?”

“The Battle of Winter will end in seven days, when Mordan will lead his troops back!”

Ta Bone nodded slightly: “Wait a little longer.”

” This emperor can feel that the stars of the barbarian gods are still shining.”

“There are still two links missing in the ritual of being promoted to the barbarian gods. If the emperor wants to advance, he must be promoted to be the most powerful barbarian god!” The

old woman was silent for a moment, and finally clicked Nodding: “I will step up the arrangements for the human race.”

“One more bloody battle, it should be enough!”

Ta Gu closed his eyes again, and the old woman saluted again, turned and left the blood mist.

…

The manly god’s dream collapsed, Chen Luo’s eyes blurred, and he saw the face of a smiling handsome uncle almost touching his own, Chen Luo stepped back, and was shocked to see the appearance of the person in front of him clearly.

“Li Qinglian?”

“No, no, I’m not Li Qinglian!” The handsome uncle grinned, “It’s just that he looks like this, and I’m too lazy to pinch my face, so I just look like this, which is fine.”

Chen Luo Immediately knowing the identity of the person in front of him, he quickly saluted and said, “Chen Luo has met the elder brother!”

This handsome uncle is naturally the elder brother of Zhulin, Lang Feixian.

“Not busy, not busy!” Lang Feixian lifted Chen Luo up and smiled, “Here, it’s still a dream! It can’t be real! You go out and worship me!”

“Go, senior brother will take you to slaughter God!”

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(end of this chapter)