Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

Chen Luo can decipher that this dream is not the dream of the senior brother, and the two sources of information are not equal.

First of all, Chen Luo entered the dream realm through the savage beast's beast's eyes, rather than being directly hit by the dream-entering spell, so he still retains his memory and will not be disturbed by the factors in the dream realm, which is an accident.

Secondly, Chen Luo knew about the relationship between Li Qinglian and the senior brother, but the gods didn't. If Chen Luo guessed correctly, among those black lotuses, it was actually the memory of the elder brother about Li Qinglian, so he was fortunate enough to see the demeanor of a poet hundreds of years ago.

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

Only the enemy of the senior brother, the barbarian god, will do this.

Before, a mysterious coolness suddenly rose up, and when he was about to see through these illusions, suddenly the black lotus attacked.

This was not an accident, but a last resort that the savage **** had to take because he was worried that he would discover the clues of this dream.

"Little Junior Brother, you're finally awake." That Meng Hao suddenly appeared beside Chen Luo and smiled with relief, "In order not to make the savage **** suspicious, my distraction sealed the memory. Only when you wake up, I will Then unblock it, don’t be surprised.”

Chen Luo Shili: "Senior brother is polite. At the beginning of my dream, the big brother turned a **** to protect me. In the name of Li Qinglian's close friend Meng Haoran, it was implied that I was too stupid and didn't immediately think of the connection."

That Xuezhai student frowned slightly: "You two have lost your mind? What are you talking about in a dream before the enemy! What a savage god! If you continue to talk nonsense like this, and the battle will end later, I will definitely report to the mountain chief and will You two got out of the study!"

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

Chen Luo shook his head: "I was wondering before, why this study enchantment cannot go out, and no outsiders come in. Now that I think about it, this enchantment should be a cage, trapping the dream cage of the barbarian gods."

"These green lake black lotuses should be the key to the cage!"

Meng Haoran nodded: "These are the keys to forming the magical powers of dream magic. It's just that for the barbarian gods, they are trapped in the cage of dream magic, and they can't explore at all, and they can't find the real nodes. So when he saw you come in, junior brother, he thought about it. Lend your hands to find the nodes."

"Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise I would have killed Senior Brother." Chen Luo looked apologetic, then looked at the angry Xuezhai student, "No need to pretend. After all, you are a barbarian, and the dream you created is too much. rough."

"There is no change in the four seasons, there is no cloudy sky, and the passage of time is like a glimmer of light, and the cultivation base obtained in this study is like a mirror."

"I only thought it would be like this in dreams. Now that I think about it, it's because you don't know how to dream, and the weaving is too rough."

"Impressed my soul tyrannically, making me believe what I see, what I hear, and finally use it for you."

"Don't you know that Du Sheng of the human race has long ago ordered that the key to illusion is 'sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently'?"

The Xuezhai student's face was gloomy, and he saw that his face changed rapidly, turning into different faces, and when he spoke, he was full of different voices.

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

"Just to save some time!"

"Since you've seen through it, it's useless to keep you!"

After saying that, the student's face was finally fixed, and it became the image of a middle-aged man. It was the appearance of Tu Lian, the head of the study mountain. A dangerous energy burst out from his body and rushed towards Chen Luo.

If this blow hits, Chen Luo's soul will be seriously injured.

"When I don't exist?" Meng Hao said suddenly, he raised his legs and took a step towards Chen Luo. The whole figure actually merged into Chen Luo's body. Hit the cyan halo and disappear without a trace.

"So that's how it is!" A message flashed across Chen Luo's mind, and he smiled, "So the core you are looking for, the barbarian god, is the distracted Meng Hao of my eldest brother!"

"My senior brother still has a sword in his dream, please taste it!"

As he said that, Chen Luo's body sank slightly, his toes tapped on the green lake, and in an instant, a blue light pattern spread out, and the black lotus touched by the light pattern quickly faded from black, turning into a blossoming upright blue. lotus.

For a time, the sky is full of uprightness, and the green lotus is full of green lakes!

"Qinglian! Qinglian! It's Qinglian again!" Tu Lian said with disgust on his face, "Destroy them all!"

Above the sky, a huge palm appeared, pressing it towards the green lake. The palm seemed to compress the space and pressed a depression in the center of the green lake, as if it could flatten the mountains and fill the sea with one palm.

Chen Luo felt the oppression of the huge palm, and his heart was stunned, as expected of a savage god!

You must know that this is a dream, and the barbarian **** is not the flesh and blood that he is good at. What's more, he is being suppressed by the dream magic power of the senior brother at this time.

"Three thousand miles of Green Lake, Qinglian has a righteous spirit."

"Turn into sword light and slay the enemies of the world."

Chen Luo recited in his mouth, and it was a little bit of the lake. The green lotus that filled the lake instantly flew up from the lake, and it turned into a blue sword.

The sword qi flew through the air at a rapid speed, and it was full of brilliance. They pierced through the chests of the students in the study room, causing the students who were transformed to dissipate one after another, eventually converging into a long river of sword energy and rushing towards the giant palm that fell in the air.

Tu Lian frowned slightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his power on the giant palm. The giant palm suddenly solidified, the pressure under the palm increased sharply, and even formed a space in the palm Flying towards the giant palm, but they all collapsed halfway.

It was like a giant tree that was sent into the cutting machine, and collapsed before it touched the giant palm, without any obstruction to the giant palm falling.

"Hahahaha..." Tu Lian laughed, "Is that only the extent?"

"Or is most of the power used to maintain the magical powers of dreams?"

Chen Luo looked at the seemingly slow and fast giant palm, which was only a few meters away from him in a blink of an eye, and looked at Tu Lian: "Who said that only Qinglian can do poetic swordsmanship?"

"Didn't I say it? Green Lake is three thousand miles away!"

"Jianhu, get up!"

Pinghu is windy, and the wind rolls huge waves, and the waves are monstrous.

These three thousand miles of green lake are actually full of poetic sword energy!

The lake water roared and rose into the sky, forming a sky-connecting water column, rushing towards the falling giant palm, the space black hole under the giant palm constantly wiped out the sword energy water column, but the waves rose again and again, and the lake was calm in an instant, like a thousand peaks. Standing tall, like a thousand dragons emerging from the water.

For a time, the giant palm and the water column formed a stalemate and refused to give in to each other.

"Who are you?" Tu Lian finally became serious. In this dream, he could only use limited means, he just looked at Chen Luo viciously, "When this **** kills Lang Feixian, the next target will definitely kill you. !"

"Bamboo Forest Secret Biography, Fang's son, you don't deserve to know my name!" Chen Luo said with a serious expression.

While speaking, the huge waves of Green Lake surged again, finally breaking through the black hole barrier under the giant palm, completely submerging the giant palm. 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 can only trap this **** for a while, but it can't kill this god."

"At most, let this **** have a nightmare."

"When this **** wakes up, both of you will die without a place to be buried!"

When the voice fell, Tu Lian shattered like a porcelain bottle.

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

Where the light shone, the laughing road where the original book studio was, slowly turned into nothingness.

The barbarian dream, broken!

...

Under heaven.

Blood qi was like a fog, covering the sky. In addition to the blood fog, huge and strange formations were drawn on the ground. On the formation, various corpses seemed to be lying in fixed places very regularly. Among these corpses, there are human races, barbarians, monsters, and barbarians. If you look carefully, you can see that all these corpses are above the third rank.

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

An old old woman came with a cane. She didn't care about the corpse lying on the ground at all, but stepped into the blood mist step by step.

She walked forward step by step, neither fast nor slow, as if every step had been carefully measured. The blood fog did not make her lose her judgment of the direction. In the end, a sturdy figure sitting cross-legged appeared in front of her eyes.

The figure was sitting there, his heartbeat sounded like a drum, thumping.

"Agu!" The old woman called out softly, and the barbarians on the opposite side slowly opened their eyes.

This person is the barbarian emperor of Ilisa Khan who Han Qingzhu is thinking of, Ta Gu!

Ta Gu looked at the old woman: "What news is there from the outside world?"

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

Tower bone nodded slightly: "Wait a minute."

"This emperor can feel that the stars of the barbarian gods are still bright."

"There are still two links to the promotion of the barbarian god. If the emperor wants to be promoted, he must be promoted to the most powerful barbarian god!"

The old woman was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "I will step up the arrangement of the human race."

"Do another **** battle, it should be fine!"

Ta Gu closed his eyes again~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The old woman saluted again, turned and left the blood fog.

...

The barbarian god's dream collapsed, Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he saw a handsome, smiling uncle's face almost sticking to his own.

"Li Qinglian?"

"No, no, I'm not Li Qinglian!" The handsome uncle grinned, "It's just that he looks like this, I'm too lazy to pinch his face, so he looks like this, it's okay."

Chen Luo immediately knew the identity of the person in front of him, and hurriedly said: "Chen Luo has seen Senior Brother!"

This handsome uncle is naturally the senior Zhulin Senior Brother Lang Feixian.

"Not busy, not busy!" Lang Feixian held up Chen Luo and said with a smile, "Here, it's still a dream! It can't be real! You go out and worship me again!"

"Go, Senior Brother will take you to Slaughter God!"