Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading - Chapter 335

[Chapter 331 Li Qinglian is missing from the world!]

“Eldest brother, where are we going?” Chen Luo followed Lang Feixian on the wild plain.

The barbaric plain here is just like the outside world, with the moon in the sky and the wind blowing, the grasses on the ground are clearly distinct. It can even sense Dao Mantian’s expulsion power.

It is also a dream, Lang Feixian’s dream is ten times more restored than the previous dream of the barbarian god.

“gap”!

After all, the main body of the big brother is Dreamland Qinglian, playing dreams, professional!

“This dream magic power is called ‘Meng Luo’!” Lang Feixian explained, “In the dream, different avatars will be born according to the opponent’s level.”

“Killing the avatar of the corresponding level can seal the opponent’s avatar Part of the cultivation level will knock down the opponent’s cultivation level.”

“When all the first to ninth-rank avatars are killed, the strength of the super-rank barbarian avatar will drop greatly. I have sealed the last sword, which can kill the super-rank!”

Speaking of this, Lang Feixian, who had been wearing an indifferent smile on his face, suddenly withdrew his smile, feeling a little lonely.

Chen Luo’s mind turned, isn’t this method invincible? Looking at Lang Feixian’s expression again, he asked with concern: “Brother, is there any backlash for such a spirit spell?”

Lang Feixian returned to his lazy look when he heard Chen Luo’s question, and said with a smile: ” It’s nothing!” The

elder brother didn’t want to say, so Chen Luo stopped asking.

After another thousand miles, Lang Feixian stood still.

“Little brother, before you came, I had killed the manzi’s ninth-rank, eighth-rank, and seventh-rank clones at will. The one in front is the sixth-rank clone of the barbarian. Let me try it!”

While speaking, I saw A barbarian rushed towards them.

Chen Luo was taken aback for a moment, knowing that the elder brother was testing him, and he was also reminding him.

At an unknown price, let him practice with the sixth-grade body of a barbarian god!

Obviously, I came to save the elder brother, so why do I want the elder brother to trouble me for myself!

Chen Luo didn’t refuse, and made a salute, asking the elder brother for advice!

As he said that, Chen Luo also rushed towards the sixth-rank barbarian god clone.

A dragon’s chant resounded, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were slapped out. Even in the dreamland, where the blood was lingering, it seemed that there were dragons soaring, and Chen Luo broke up the sixth-rank barbarian clones almost as soon as they met each other!

Fairy Langfei felt a pain in her heart, but she tried her best not to show it, but looked at Chen Luo with a smile: “Not bad! Junior brother, your martial arts are good!”

“Rank 6 is too weak, let’s move on!”

… …

After traveling thousands of miles again, the fifth-rank avatar of the barbarian god appeared. Chen Luo didn’t wait for Lang Feixian to speak, and stepped forward again. The long sword flashed in his hand, and he turned to use swordsmanship to fight the enemy.

The fifth-rank barbarian god avatar was far stronger than the barbarian opponent Chen Luo had encountered before. Chen Luo almost exhausted all his knowledge and successfully killed the opponent with many scars. It’s just that Lang Feixian, who was standing in the distance for Chen Luo, turned pale at the moment Chen Luo killed the opponent.

“Little brother, the limit of three thousand miles is too big, and it can only focus on flesh and blood injuries. For true geniuses, they can already communicate with the source of life at six thousand miles. You must pay attention to the enemy.”

“Well, I remember Stop it.” Chen Luo was taught humbly, but to be honest, he hasn’t encountered any real genius so far. For example, those people killed by the barbarians can only hang out at the border, so naturally they are not real geniuses. Just now, when he fought against the clone of the fifth-rank barbarian god, he sensed that whenever many of his deadly moves were about to fall on the opponent, there would always be a strange force from the opponent to break the deadly move. Maybe the problem is here.

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of the barbarian girl Yujia. When she attacked and killed Wuhena before, she attracted moonlight and cast a shocking sword light. It can be said that it is the strongest attack below the third rank that Chen Luo has seen so far.

Maybe she is the top genius of the barbarians?

“Okay.” Seeing that Chen Luo was lost in thought, Lang Feixian thought that Chen Luo was digesting what he just said, and encouraged him, “With a cultivation base of three thousand miles, fighting hard to kill the fifth-rank avatar of a barbarian god, although it cannot represent The real strength of the fifth rank of Manshen, but you can also be called the pride of the human race!”

“Compared with Li Qinglian, it is not inferior!” Lang Feixian added at the end.

Chen Luo scratched his head: “Really?”

He had seen the chic scene of Li Qinglian entering the barbarian tent alone, only holding the chieftain, and the elder brother, as the person who knew Li Qinglian best, actually compared himself with him.

Should I be proud or humble?

Lang Feixian looked at the expression on Chen Luo’s face, and smiled faintly: “Let’s go! You can just watch the battle from now on!”

“Yes!”

…

Six thousand miles.

Lang Feixian threw out a sword light casually, splitting the fourth-rank clone of the barbarian god into two.

Seven thousand miles.

Lang Feixian’s long sword flew across the sky, and the sword light was like a dragon, piercing through the third-rank clone of the barbarian god.

Eight thousand miles.

Immortal Lang Fei threw his sword out, drawing out the Baili Jianhe, and drowning the second-rank clone of the barbarian god.

…

Nine thousand miles.

A bright moon rises, and the clear light falls.

Immortal Lang Fei stepped on the green lotus, held a long sword, and fought fiercely with the first-rank clone of the barbarian god. It was clearly just a dream, but Chen Luo, who was watching from a distance, felt the momentum was overwhelming.

In the end, Lang Feixian took a punch from the opponent, broke the long sword in the opponent’s body, and successfully killed the opponent.

At the same time that the clone of the first rank of the barbarian god dissipated, Lang Feixian spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Brother, how are you?” Chen Luo hurriedly stepped forward to support Lang Feixian.

“It’s okay!” Lang Feixian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something, when his expression suddenly changed, he stopped Chen Luo behind him, and looked forward solemnly.

At this time, blood suddenly rolled in the sky, and finally gathered into the face of the Man God, Tu Nan.

“Langfei Immortal!”

Tanan’s voice came from afar.

“You took great pains to lure me into a dream, and you arranged this dream fall method! Do you really think you can kill me?”

“I can sense that every time I lose a clone, your cultivation base will drop by one point. Now I have killed nine of you. ” Pin, do you still have the cultivation level of a great Confucian?”

Chen Luo was shocked, and looked at Lang Feixian, but Lang Feixian looked at Tu Nan’s face: “I still have a sword!”

“Then use the sword!” Tu Nan said , “At present, I only have 50% of my peak cultivation level, and I will wait for you to kill me here!

” In order to recover, the outside world will kill you and the juniors around you!”

Lang Feixian ignored Tanan, but looked at Chen Luo.

“Junior brother, next, I’m going to trouble you!”

“Eldest brother, what do you need me to do?”

“Live and go back to heaven!”

“Then, tell him that I miss him very much!

” While sitting, his figure slowly became illusory, and finally turned into a green lotus, floating in mid-air.

“Brother!” Chen Luo was startled, and saw the green lotus turning, the petals blooming, and a long sword shot out from the petals of the green lotus, and with a flick of her body, it turned into a figure in Tsing Yi.

“Eldest brother…” Chen Luo was overjoyed, and was about to speak, but suddenly stopped, because the person in front of him was not Lang Feixian.

His eyes were arrogant and unrestrained, completely different from the lazy look of the elder brother. Although his face was exactly the same, it was obviously another person.

“Eldest brother? Are you Xiaoqing’s junior brother?” The figure smiled lightly.

“You are… Li Qinglian?” Chen Luo asked in surprise.

The green lotus blooms, and the Poetry Immortal returns!

Li Qinglian looked at Qinglian floating in mid-air, but she replied to Chen Luo: “Forget it, it doesn’t count! I was a spirit that stayed at the origin of Xiaoqing when I pulled Xiaoqing out.”

“Why did it hurt so much ?” Heavy, your cultivation has fallen to the level of a Confucian!” Li Qinglian waved her hand, and that Qinglian floated towards Chen Luo, “Don’t worry, your life will be safe, but your cultivation will be damaged, so you can come back.”

Chen Luo held Fairy Lang Fei’s body with both hands. The main body, Qinglian, looked at Li Qinglian: “Eldest brother said, he misses you very much.”

Li Qinglian smiled slightly: “I miss him too!” As he

spoke, he turned his head to look at the face of the wild god in the sky, and a long sword appeared in his hand, poetic world Explosive, full of pride.

At this moment, Na Tanan seemed to sense the power of the poetic world, recognized the person in front of him, and was shocked: “Li Qinglian, you… are you not dead?

” The Man God in the sky walked up that day, “It’s just a remnant soul, Man God, don’t be nervous!”

“I’m just the last sword that Xiaoqing said!”

Li Qinglian frowned slightly as she said, “You are from the Qilin Department ? Unexpectedly, a savage appeared?”

Chen Luo was taken aback, Qi Linbu? Isn’t this the first barbarian tribe that Li Qinglian slaughtered in the Black Lotus Illusion?

The voice of the Barbarian God of Tunan seemed to suddenly become terrified: “You…don’t come here!”

“Li Qinglian, your bloodline and your soul have been wiped out. Now this is your last mark. If you fight me, There will be no more of you in the world!”

“Li Qinglian! I will join hands with you, and if the soul of Immortal Langfei is damaged, I can help you take him away! How about it?”

“Let Li Qinglian, the poet fairy, return to the world!”

Li Qinglian stopped in her tracks, with a playful expression on her face: “Duoshe?”

Chen Luo’s expression changed, and he looked at Li Qinglian solemnly.

Li Qinglian laughed twice: “Xiaoqing is like my son, like my younger brother, you let me take him away! My spirit is just to protect him!”

“As for the imprint…”

“The sky knows me, the barbaric land knows me, the sun, moon and stars know me, the rivers, lakes and seas know me! So what if it is wiped out!”

“I am a dignified Li Qinglian, and I only live one life!”

Chen Luo raised his head and shouted: ” Everyone in the future will know that Li Qinglian, the poem of the immortal poet, is immortal!”

“Hahahaha…” Li Qinglian looked at Chen Luo and nodded slightly, “Little brother!”

“Yes!”

“After I die, there are still beautiful poems Wonderful sentence ?”

“Yes!”

“Will you read it for me to see you off, I, Li Qinglian, want to see if there is anyone in the future who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?”

Saying this, Li Qinglian moved forward with her sword and flew towards thousands of miles.

Holding Qinglian in his hand, Chen Luo recited   aloud—

“When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don’t know the palace in the sky, what year is it…”

“Okay!”

If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be sad tomorrow.”

“Hahaha… I can’t wait to enjoy the wine!”

“Jingkou Guazhou is a river, and Zhongshan is only a few mountains away. The spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me? Still.”

“Not bad!” “After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is not the same as that of four seasons. The   lotus

leaves are boundless in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red   in

the sun !” With the sound of chanting, Li Qinglian got closer and closer to where the barbarian god was.   Chen Luo looked at Li Qinglian who could barely see her back, took a deep breath, and read out the last poem.   A modern poem.   ”When the wine enters the guts, seven points turn into moonlight!”   ”The remaining three points roar into sword energy, and once you spit it out, you will be half a flourishing Tang Dynasty!”

The figure of Li Qinglian paused for a moment, and finally murmured: “Prosperous Tang? Prosperous Tang…”

Suddenly, his eyes were clear, as if he understood something.

“Hahaha, thank you, Li Bai, for reciting poems!”

Li Qinglian’s figure disappeared thousands of miles away.

A ray of blue light illuminated the sky and earth, and a long howl pierced through the sky—

“Man God, die!”

Afterwards, the phantom of Man Sun appeared, and it shattered like dust in an instant.

Everything is at peace.

Only Qinglian in Chen Luo’s hand trembled slightly.

…

Do not ask for sagehood, do not ask for heaven,

drink a thousand cups of wine, and be immortal in poetry.

Since then, the bright moon has been lonely, and

Li Qinglian has not been seen in the world.

The dream chapter is over~ I

finally quoted Mr. Yu Guangzhong’s “Looking for Li Bai”…

I hope you will like it.

(end of this chapter)