Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

"Senior Brother, where are we going?" Chen Luo followed Lang Feixian on the Barbarian Plain.

The barbarian plains here are like the outside world. The barbarian moon is in the sky, the barbarian wind is blowing, and the barbarian grass on the ground is very distinct. It can even sense the power of the exorcism of the barbarians.

It is also a dream, the dream of Lang Feixian is ten times higher than the dream of the previous barbarian god.

"gap"!

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

"This dream magic power is called 'Dream Fall'!" Lang Feixian explained, "In dreams, according to the opponent's grade, different soul clones will be born."

"By killing the clone of the corresponding grade, you can seal a part of the opponent's cultivation base and knock down the opponent's cultivation realm."

"As soon as the avatars of the ninth grade are all killed, the power of the super-grade barbarian **** avatar will be greatly reduced. I still seal the last sword, I can cut the super-grade!"

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

Chen Luo thought about it, isn't this method invincible? Looking at Lang Feixian's expression again, he asked with concern, "Senior brother, is there any backlash against such a divine soul spell?"

When Lang Feixian heard Chen Luo's question, he returned to his lazy look and smiled: "It's nothing!"

The elder brother didn't want to say it, so Chen Luo didn't ask anymore.

After another thousand miles, Lang Feixian stood still.

"Little Junior Brother, before you came, Brother Wei had already killed the barbarian's 9th-Rank, 8th-Rank, and 7th-Rank avatars at will. The former convenience was the Barbarian's 6th-Rank avatar, let me try it out for you!"

While speaking, a barbarian was seen rushing towards them.

Chen Luo was stunned, knowing that it was the senior brother who was testing him and was also advising him.

At an unknown price, let him practice his hands with the fourth rank of a barbarian god!

He clearly came to save the senior brother, why did he want the senior brother to work hard for him!

Chen Luo didn't refuse, he saluted, and asked the senior brother for advice!

With that said, Chen Luo also rushed towards the four-rank avatar.

A dragon roar resounded, and the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon were shot. Even in a dream, there seemed to be a group of dragons soaring in the place where the blood was swirling. Almost as soon as they met, Chen Luo smashed the four-rank savages!

Lang Feixian felt a pain in his heart, but he resisted and did not show it, but looked at Chen Luo with a smile: "Not bad! Junior brother, your martial arts are good!"

"The fourth rank is too weak, go, and then go forward!"

...

After walking a thousand miles again, the fifth-grade clone of the barbarian **** appeared. Chen Luo did not wait for Lang Feixian to speak, and stepped forward again, the long sword flashed in his hand, and turned to use swordsmanship to fight the enemy.

The fifth-grade Barbarian God clone was far stronger than the barbarian opponents Chen Luo had encountered before. Chen Luo almost exhausted what he had learned and successfully killed the opponent with scars. It's just that Lang Feixian, who was standing in the distance for Chen Luo, turned pale when Chen Luo killed the opponent.

"Little Junior Brother, 3,000 li is too limited, and it can only focus on physical injuries. For a true genius, 6,000 li can already communicate the origin of life. You must pay attention to the enemy."

"Well, I remember." Chen Luo was humbly taught, and to be honest, he really hasn't encountered any real genius yet. For example, those people killed by the barbarians can only hang out on the border, and naturally they are not real geniuses. Just now, when he fought against the 5-Rank Barbarian God clone, he sensed that whenever many of his deadly ultimate moves were about to fall on the opponent, a strange force would always appear on the other side, cracking the deadly ultimate move. Maybe the problem is here.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered the barbarian Yujia. When she attacked Wuhena before, she attracted the moonlight to fall into the sky-shattering sword light. It can be said that it is the strongest attack below the third rank that Chen Luo has ever seen.

Maybe she is the top genius of the barbarians?

"Okay." Lang Feixian saw that Chen Luo was lost in thought, thinking that Chen Luo was digesting what he had just said, and encouraged, "With three thousand miles of cultivation, recklessly killing the fifth-grade clone of the barbarian god, although it does not represent the The true strength of the fifth-rank barbarian god, but you are also called the arrogance of the human race!"

"Compared to Li Qinglian, it's not inferior!" Lang Feixian added at the end.

Chen Luo scratched his head: "Really?"

He had seen Li Qinglian alone in a savage tent, only holding the head of the chief. The senior brother, as the person who knew Li Qinglian the most, actually compared himself to him.

Should we be proud or humble?

Lang Feixian looked at the look on Chen Luo's face and smiled lightly: "Let's go! You can watch the battle next!"

"Yes!"

...

Six thousand miles.

Lang Feixian threw out a sword light, splitting the sixth-grade avatar of the Barbarian God into two.

Seven thousand miles.

Lang Feixian's long sword was in the air, and the sword light was like a dragon, piercing the seventh-grade avatar of the Barbarian God.

Eight thousand miles.

Lang Feixian threw his sword out, leading out the Bailijian River, submerging the eight-pin avatar of the Barbarian God.

...

Nine thousand miles.

A bright moon rises, and the brilliance falls.

Lang Feixian stepped on the green lotus, held a long sword, and fought fiercely with the first-grade avatar of the barbarian god. It was obviously 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 inside the opponent's body, and successfully killed the opponent.

At the same time when the first-grade avatar of the Barbarian God dissipated, Lang Feixian spat out a mouthful of blood.

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

"It's all right!" Lang Feixian wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and was about to say something when his face suddenly changed, and he stopped Chen Luo behind him, looking forward with a solemn expression.

At this time, blood suddenly rolled in the sky, and finally converged into the face of the barbarian **** Tu Nan.

"Lang Feixian!"

Tu Nan's voice came from a distance.

"You took great pains to lure me into a dream, and then set up the method of falling into this dream! Do you really think you can kill me?"

"I can sense that every time I lose a clone, your cultivation will drop by one point. Now that you have killed the ninth rank, do you still have a great Confucian cultivation?"

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

"Then let's get out the sword!" Tu Nan said, "At present, I only have 50% of the cultivation level at the peak, and I will wait for you to kill me in this ten thousand miles!"

"If you don't come, after a stick of incense, this **** will be able to break this dream magic power. When the time comes, the cultivation base will recover, and you and your junior brother will be beheaded by the outside world!"

Lang Feixian ignored Tu Nan and looked at Chen Luo instead.

"Little Junior Brother, next, I'm going to trouble you!"

"Master, what do you need me to do?"

"Live, go back to heaven!"

"Then, tell him I miss him so much!"

After speaking, Lang Feixian sat cross-legged out of thin air, her figure slowly illusory, and finally turned into a green lotus, floating in mid-air.

"Senior Brother!" Chen Luo was startled and saw that the green lotus turned, the petals bloomed, and from the green lotus petals, a long sword shot out, and the figure swayed, turning into a Tsing Yi human figure.

"Senior 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 uninhibited, completely different from the lazy look of the elder brother. Although his face was exactly the same, it was obviously another person.

"Senior brother? Are you Xiaoqing's junior brother?" The figure chuckled lightly.

"You are... Li Qinglian?" Chen Luo said in surprise.

The green lotus blossoms, and the poetry fairy is back!

Li Qinglian looked at Qinglian floating in the air, but she was answering Chen Luo: "Forget it, it doesn't count! I was a spirit that stayed at his origin when I was pulling Xiaoqing out."

"Why are you injured so badly, your cultivation has fallen to a great Confucian!" Li Qinglian waved her hand, and Qinglian floated towards Chen Luo, "Don't worry, your life is fine, it's just that your cultivation is damaged, and you can come back."

Chen Luo held Lang Feixian's body Qinglian in both hands, and looked at Li Qinglian: "Elder Brother said, he misses you very much."

Li Qinglian smiled slightly: "I miss him too!"

As he said that, he turned his head to look at the face of the barbarian **** on the horizon, a long sword appeared in his hand, and the poetic world erupted with arrogance.

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

"Dead! It's already dead!" Li Qinglian slowly walked towards the barbarian **** in the sky, "It's just a remnant soul, don't be nervous about the barbarian god!"

"I'm just the last sword that Xiaoqing said!"

Saying that, Li Qinglian wrinkled slightly: "Are you from the Qilin Department? Are you actually a madman?"

Chen Luo was taken aback, Qilin Department? Isn't this the first barbarian emperor tribe massacred by Li Qinglian in Black Lotus Fantasy?

The voice of the savage **** Tu Nan seemed to be suddenly frightened: "You...you don't come here!"

"Li Qinglian, your bloodline and your divine soul have been wiped out. Now this is your last mark. If you fight me, you will no longer exist in the world!"

"Li Qinglian! I joined forces with you, and the spirit of Immortal Lang Fei was damaged. I can help you capture him! How?"

"Let the poet Li Qinglian return to the world!"

Li Qinglian stopped in her footsteps with a thoughtful expression on her face: "Seize the house?"

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

Li Qinglian laughed twice: "Xiaoqing is like my son, like my brother, you actually let me take him away! My soul-splitting is just to protect him!"

"As for the imprint..."

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

"My dignified Li Qinglian, I only live one lifetime!"

Chen Luo raised his head and shouted, "Everyone in the future knows Li Qinglian, the poem of the poet, immortal!"

"Hahaha..." Li Qinglian looked at Chen Luo and nodded slightly, "Little Junior Brother!"

"exist!"

"After I die, will there still be beautiful poems?"

"Have!"

"Would you like to read and say goodbye to me, I, Li Qinglian, would like to see if anyone in future generations can stand shoulder to shoulder with me?"

Saying that, Li Qinglian walked forward with her sword and flew towards Wanli.

Chen Luo held Qinglian in his hand and recited aloud—

"When will the bright moon be there, ask Qingtian about the wine. I don't know what year it is at the palace in the sky..."

"it is good!"

"When you get it, you sing loudly when you lose it, and then you stop. You are sad and hateful. You are drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow."

"Hahaha... I can't wait to enjoy the wine together!"

"Jingkou Guazhou is surrounded by water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze is on the south bank of the green river, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

"good!"

"After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different in the sun!"

"Wonderful..."

...

In this way, with the sound of poetry chanting, Li Qinglian moved closer and closer to the place of the barbarian god.

Chen Luo looked at Li Qinglian who could only see his back, took a deep breath, and read the last poem.

A modern poem.

"The wine enters the intestines, and the seven points become the moonlight!"

"The remaining three points, embroidered mouth spit, is half of the prosperous Tang!"

The figure of Li Qinglian paused slightly, and finally murmured: "The prosperous Tang? The prosperous Tang..."

Suddenly, his eyes were clear and clear~www.wuxiamtl.com~ seemed to understand something.

"Hahaha, Li Bai, thank you little friend for reciting the poem!"

Li Qinglian disappeared thousands of miles away.

A blue light shone through the heavens and the earth, and a long roar pierced through the sky—

"Barbarian God, die!"

Then, the phantom of the wild sun appeared, and it shattered like dust in an instant.

Everything is at peace.

Only the Qinglian in Chen Luo's hand trembled slightly.

...

Do not ask for canonization, do not ask for heaven,

The wine is a fairy in the poems of thousands of sorrows.

Since then, the moon has been so lonely,

Li Qinglian is not seen in the world.